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As a teen, I was very slow to develop both physically and mentally. When I started high school I weighed about eighty pounds and was flat-chested. I wore braces and looked like a complete nerd. I was often mistaken for eleven or twelve. I had no self-esteem and I thought I was the ugliest girl in the school. It didn’t help that my older sister was the beautiful and popular one in the family. She would tell me how ugly I was every day. She was evil in every sense of the word.
My parents were very religious so I was raised in the church and very much sheltered. The friends I had were all from church and likewise sheltered. I knew nothing about sex. There was no Internet or sex education in school back then. I had no idea where babies came from! Yes, I heard rumors but no facts. One of those rumors was you got pregnant from French kissing. Yes, those were different times. My mother wasn’t very nurturing towards me either. There were no stories about the birds and the bees. Even television was highly censored. Nothing!
I was a very late bloomer, everything changed the summer I turned sixteen. It seemed like overnight I rapidly began to develop. My boobs just started growing and my body started to develop curves. I also grew a few more inches.
The thing that I remember the most was my breasts. I was so proud and thrilled with my new boobs. My mother never bothered to buy me a bra so I don’t think I owned one until I was about twenty or so. Up until now, boys paid no attention to me what so ever. I was invisible to them. But now boys began to notice my perky breasts as they became well defined through my tight thin t-shirts. My nipples were quite noticeable. Although I was developing physically, mentally I was still quite naive and innocent. When it came to sex I was on my own. I was thrown out into a world of wolves to fend on my own. And yes they hunted me down.
That summer I got my first summer job in an office. I was thrilled to be making money for the first time. Before long I had made friends with Mark, a cute older guy working in a different department. He was very good looking. He had long hair and was so cool. He quickly became my dream man. Yes, I had a big schoolgirl crush on him. I found reasons to visit him every day. We talked every day. I spent hours every night picking out cute sexy outfits to wear to work hoping to entice Mark.
Mark was much older and was a full-time employee. I never asked his age but thinking back he was probably in his mid-twenties, yes about ten years older than me. I realized when I became older what a bad situation that was for a young innocent girl, but at the time I didn’t know any better and there was nobody to guide me. He was a wolf and I had no idea.
I had not had a boyfriend yet and I was hoping he would ask me out. I was a typical teen and I would fantasize about kissing him and what it would be like to have him as a boyfriend. As much as I flirted with him the summer was coming to an end and he never did ask me out. I thought he was way out of my league; after all, he had a car, which was a big deal.
On the last day of work I went and said good-bye to him. He gave me a hug and wished me the best. I thought I would never see him again. I was depressed that he never asked me out or even for my phone number. I had low self-esteem; maybe I was just plain ugly like my sister told me over and over. I was so sad.
My family was very much into the church but at this point in my life, I had stopped going to church and used the time to sleep in. My family would spend most of the day on Sundays at church. They would usually return late afternoons. I must have mentioned this to Mark over the course of the summer.
One Sunday a few weeks after my summer job ended I heard a knock at the front door right after my family left for church. I was in bed sleeping and ignored it at first. The knocking would not stop so eventually I put on my robe and went to see who it was. It was Mark. I couldn't believe my eyes.
OMG, I wasn't even dressed. I slept wearing a t-shirt and panties. I had an old robe over top and my hair was a mess. I didn’t have time to straighten out. What if he left or worse yet the neighbours spot him on my porch. I quickly opened the door and pulled him into the entranceway. I was shocked, had my prayers been answered? What was he doing here? How did he know I was home alone? He must have been watching as my family left for church.
He told me he had been thinking about me all week and missed me. He said he just had to see me again. Then he grabbed me and kissed me right in the entranceway. My first kiss and I didn't even see it coming! I was in shock.
I closed and locked the front door in case any of the neighbours were watching. He quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the living room couch. We began making out right there and then. I had so many questions but never got a chance to ask.
This was the first time I had really kissed a boy and I had no idea what I was doing. Of course, I had practiced on my pillow if that counts. Mark knew exactly what he was doing. He kissed me softly, holding my face in his hands he told me how he had longed to kiss me all summer. He was telling me all kinds of nice things. Things no one ever said to me before. I couldn't believe what was happening, I just melted in his arms.
It wasn't long before his hands began exploring my body. The first thing he did was remove my robe, then as he kissed me he ran his hands up and down my soft virgin legs. His hands slid up under my tee-shirt and grabbed my breasts. This was the first time anyone had touched my breasts. Within seconds he pulled my shirt right off. It happened so fast I don’t recall ever having the time to object. I was sitting on the couch topless in only my panties. I was so embarrassed and tried to cover my boobs up with my arms but he just held me and kissed me. He told me to just relax and trust him. I was in his trance and just surrendered to him.
He began playing and exploring my boobs, he seemed to like them and his big hands felt warm on them. He then began sucking my nipples. It seemed odd that he was sucking nipples and so fascinated with my boobs but I was thrilled that Mark liked them. He told me I had fantastic boobs and that he dreamt of touching them all summer long. He had noticed my perky braless outfits at the office. He knew exactly what to say to me.
Mark took off his shirt and then pulled me onto the carpeted floor. He reached down and in an instant, my panties were off. Oh my God, I was naked. With one hand he held my wrists up above my head as he lay on top of me. His bare chest rubbing against my bare chest as we kissed.
I had no experience and things were moving very fast. I had no idea where this was going. I had no clue what was to come next. I was young and naive. I knew it was wrong to let him into the house, it was wrong to be naked in front of him, wrong to let him touch me but I didn't care. I had dreamt of kissing Mark all summer and now it was happening. I was in uncharted waters. I liked him so much and trusted him completely. I didn't want to say "no" to him. I didn't want to sound uneducated, I wanted him to know I was grown up and a woman who was worthy of being his girlfriend. In reality, I wasn't really ready. He could do whatever he wanted and I would follow his lead. He had complete control of me and he knew this.
His hand slipped between my legs and he began rubbing my vaginal area. A finger was pushing its way inside of me. I wasn't sure why but I wasn't going to ask. He stopped kissing me and sat up, as I lay there naked. He pulled off his pants and then to my surprise he pulled his underwear off. I remember to this day the shock. Holly shit what is that thing I thought. I had never seen a penis, let alone an erect penis. I had only sisters, no brothers. I was confused, in shock, why had nobody ever told me. Things were moving very fast and I was confused and getting scared.
He laid back on top of me. Our naked bodies became interwoven. I had never been held by a man before, the heat from our skin felt so nice as we kissed. His hands and lips were moving all over my body as I just laid there motionless. I didn’t know what to do with my hands.
He parted my legs and maneuvered his hips between them. I felt his cock rubbing, pushing against me. Then he spit in his hand and reached down to lubricate his cock. Well, I didn’t know that at the time but that’s what he did. He positioned his cock for entry. Then he started to push his way inside of me. I didn't know what was happening or what he was doing. I was afraid to ask or say anything. It began to hurt but I remained silent except for a whimper. He could tell by the look on my face I was in pain and confused. He reassured me not to worry and just let him continue. He said he would be gentle. Gentle with what I thought. He eased up a bit and slowly began rocking back and forth, slowly entering me. I was in pain, it hurt like hell, but I wanted him to know I was a woman and tried to hide it. I held back the tears. The last thing I wanted to do was let him see me cry. I was trying hard to be a woman. I had no idea what he was doing. But if this was the price I had to pay for him to be my boyfriend I was eager to let him do whatever he wanted.
Between the pain and the confusion, I was like a zombie. I just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted, I trusted him. Hell, I was in love with him. He finally entered me all the way. The pain eased up a bit and he began to thrust his cock in and out of me. He reached down and grabbed my ass thrusting it deeper and harder. I wasn't sure what he was doing. I had no idea we were having sex. I was scared at how violent it seemed, the look on his face as he became more intense. He was making strange sounds. I was scared but brave and just let him do whatever he wanted. Then all of a sudden he arched his back and let out a loud moan, oh my God was he OK? Was he having a stroke? I felt a warm sensation fill me. Did he just pee inside of me? I remained silent; my mind was racing. What just happened?
He fell off of me gasping for air. I felt his cock slide out of me as he fell beside me. I asked him if he was OK and he responded with just a "yes". He put his arm around me and he held me as we lay there on the carpet. This was the best part I thought. He was back to being warm and gentle. I remember how good he smelt. I was in heaven in his arms, confused, but in heaven. He told me I did great. I wasn’t quite sure what I was great at but I was thrilled that he was so pleased with me.
As we laid there I felt something oozing out of me. I reached down and felt this thick sticky liquid. I got some on my fingers and was examining it when he began laughing. He knew I was a virgin so he began to explain things to me. I couldn't believe what he was telling me, why didn't anyone tell me this before? So this is what sex is? We just had sex?
I couldn't help but look at his cock, it was small and limp, shiny from all the juices. He asked me if I wanted to touch it. "Hell yes," I said...
I sat up and began exploring how it felt, how it looked. He pointed out his balls. touched and played with them, they really are two balls in a bag. I never even knew they existed until then. I was totally fascinated by his sexual organ, to this day I am still fascinated by them. He then told me to wrap my hand around his cock and gently stroke it. As did it began to grow hard and big. was amazed. I was surprised that I could get him hard just by touching him.
He then got up and sat on the couch and instructed me to kneel down between his legs. I obeyed. He told me to start playing with his cock, which I was happy to do. I continued to stroke him. He then told me to kiss his cock as I stroked it. I did as I was told. Then to kiss his balls, I obeyed. Then he told me to put his cock in my mouth and suck it. I remember thinking did I hear him right? I hesitated but he insisted. I slowly put the tip of his cock between my lips. He instructed me to keep stroking him and to slowly take more into my mouth. I did my best. He gently pushed my head down as I managed to take about a quarter of his erection in my mouth. I began to gag but he kept holding my head down and encouraging me. I did my best not to vomit. I wanted him to be proud of me. He told me I would need more practice at that.
He then lifted my head up and told me to come and sit on his lap. Silly me I thought he wanted to hug, no he wanted me to ride him. He positioned me on top of him and instructed me to slowly lower myself onto him. I was reluctant as it hurt so much the first time but I did as I was told. I watched as his cock slowly entered me. It didn't hurt as much this time as all the cum inside of me helped lubricate his cock. I slid right onto him. The sight of his cock entering me was amazing. held and moved my hips up and down on his cock. I was a quick learner and soon I was bouncing up and down on his cock without any guidance. I was proud of myself and so was he. I kept looking down as his cock moved in and out of me. I found it very cool. It felt good also. It wasn't long before he came inside me again. This time he just held me in his arms, as I remained on top of him. This was proving to be the best part for me. I felt his cock slowly shrink inside of me. His juices began flowing out of me. These were all new sensations for me.
After about 15 minutes of me sitting on his lap, we began kissing again. He sucked my tits and flicked his tongue around my erect nipples. I felt his limp penis coming back to life inside of me. The sensation of his cock slowly growing inside of me was wonderful. To think I was dreaming of Mark a few hours ago and now here I am a woman in his arms, having sex with him.
I eagerly began to ride him again; I was enjoying it this time. I could tell he was getting ready to explode again that's when he stopped me, told me to hurry and get down on my knees. I obeyed and he ordered me to suck him again. I opened up my mouth and took him in, this time it was rougher. He was holding my head and thrusting his cock deeper than before, over and over. I was gasping for air, gagging, then with one big thrust he erupted into my mouth. I couldn't hold back the tears as I gagged. He ordered me very forcefully this time to hold it in and keep sucking. I felt his cum shot into the back of my throat; it was spilling out of the sides of his cock down my chin and onto my boobs. As he pulled out he ordered me not to spit it out, “hold all the cum in your mouth” he ordered. He wanted me to taste his cum; I held it in my mouth and then finally swallowed all of it at his command. He ordered me to lick his cock and balls clean. I obeyed. He was thrilled that I swallowed and did as I was told. I had no idea if this was what good girlfriends did but I wanted him to be pleased with me. I would have done anything for him, that's how obsessed I was with him.
He held me for a while and then got dressed. Before leaving he made me promise not to tell anyone what just happened. He kissed me and left. I showered and cleaned up before my family returned home from church. I couldn't believe the morning I just had. I was on cloud nine. All my dreams had come true. In my book, I was dating the cutest and coolest guy in the world. Mark was my boyfriend and I was his girlfriend, well so I thought.
At that time my best friend Cathy and I were inseparable. We told each other everything. There was no way I could keep this a secret from her. For the next week, all we talked about was how Mark and I had sex. She wanted to know every last detail, over and over. Cathy was very cute and bubbly and all the boys liked her but she was still a virgin. She was so jealous of me.
I sat by the phone day after day waiting for Mark to call, he finally did later during the week but the conversation was very short. He asked me to get on the "pill", actually, he told me he wasn't going to see me again until I was on it. I was confused. What kind of pill? I didn’t question him and just agreed. I didn't know what he was talking about but I didn't ask because I didn't want to look stupid or naive. Cathy had no clue either so we asked her older sister. She was 21 and experienced so she helped me out. She told me about a clinic where I could get some. She explained to me I was very lucky I didn't get pregnant. So that's how you get pregnant...lol...yeah I was still very naive.
Mark finally called me again the next week and I was excited to tell him I was on the pill. It made me feel like I was so mature. Again the conversation was brief, he asked if I told anyone and I lied and said no. Then he said he might come over on Sunday and hung up. I was puzzled, why didn't he ask me out? I hadn't even been in his car, which was a really big deal for me. Was it normal to call me briefly only once a week? I had no idea what a relationship was supposed to be like. Cathy thought it strange also. But he was my boyfriend and I loved him. All my teenage dreams had come true.
I was so excited that I would see him again. I planned all week on what to wear. Maybe he will take me out for a ride in his car? That Sunday morning I was up and dressed and ready for him. I went with a cute mini skirt and a halter-top. I even put on my high-heeled wedge shoes. I spent hours on my hair.
Like clockwork a bit after my family left for church, he was at my door. Again he rushed in and kissed me. He told me how much he had missed me and I was all he could think of. He said he loved what I was wearing and that I looked beautiful. I soaked it all in. Nobody had ever said anything like that to me before. I was always the ugly one in my mind. I noticed he had a camera with him but I didn't get a chance to ask why as he was all over me.
Again we moved to the couch and began to make out. He kissed and hugged me. It felt wonderful to be back in his arms. All the doubts I had since we last met just melted away. He stood up and asked me to pose for a couple of pictures. He again said how he loved my outfit. I wasn’t crazy about having my picture taken but he insisted. He told me I was the most beautiful girl he had ever met; I did as he told me.
He then asked me to take him to my bedroom. I had never taken a boy to my room before but I obeyed. I took his hand and lead him to my bedroom. He made some comment about it looking like a kids room. I suppose it did, I had dolls and stuffed animals everywhere. I was embarrassed but he quickly had me on the bed kissing me.
He stopped jumped up and told me to slowly untie my halter-top and let it fall as he took pictures. I was reluctant and questioned him why. He assured me they were for his eyes only. I still wasn't sure and that's when he insisted.
“If you don’t trust me then I’m leaving and it's over.”
I was shocked; I didn't want to lose him. I didn’t want to upset him. I finally had a boyfriend and I wanted to keep him, so I obeyed. He became nice to me again and talked me through it. He first took pictures of me topless and then naked on the bed. I knew it was wrong but it also felt so naughty. The thought that he wanted pictures of me excited me. I was his girl and he was my guy, I trusted him completely and would do anything for him.
Over the next several months, Mark continued to visit me maybe twice a month on Sundays. He hardly ever called me. I eventually built up the courage to ask him why we never went out on a date or just hung out together. He didn’t like me questioning him and would say he was too busy with work and his friends. I stopped questioning him because he would always get upset with me when I did. He was older and I trusted him.
He used his age and experience to control me. I was insecure, weak, naive, lacked conference, you name it. This was all new to me and I had no one to ask or guide me. Over those months he did everything imaginable with me. He blindfolded me, tied me up, spanked me, fucked me in every hole, degraded me, and photographed me in every position and manner. I did it all for him because I thought he was my boyfriend and he led me to believe that was expected of me as his girlfriend. Looking back I was his sexual plaything, his sex toy.
One day at the mall ran across a lady that I had worked with during that summer. She asked me if I remembered Mark. I didn't let on that he was my boyfriend recalling that Mark told me not to tell anyone. I said I did remember him. Then she told me he had just become a father. What! She said yes he's been married for a couple of years now didn't you know? I was shocked. I mumbled something and walked away. I went home and cried and cried, was it possible? Maybe she was talking about another Mark?
The next time he called I confronted him. He came clean; it was like he didn't even care. I was heartbroken. It was all a big lie. He was never my boyfriend.
I didn't hear from him for about three weeks until he showed up again at the house on a Sunday morning. I was furious with him, but he didn't care. I said there was nothing to talk about, he agreed and said he didn't come to talk he came for the sex. And just like all the other times before he just took me. I made a feeble attempt at resisting but the truth was I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. He had a mental control over me. He had his way with me for the next two hours.
Even after all the lies I still somehow felt like it was my fault, that maybe I did something to deserve this. Mark continued to come over to the house for the next couple of months. At this point, it was all about the sex for both of us. I was sixteen and having sex with a married man ten years my elder. Eventually, he just stopped coming around and I never heard from him again.
It took me a long time to get over Mark.
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