Straight Female / 26
This is about when I was 14. I had my pussy rubbed and finger fucked when I was 14. He had me and he had his hand all over my pussy, grabbing at me, and trying to finger me through my panties. It was the first time I got wet. He had pushed my panties in my crack, some of my panties pushed up into my vagina, he fingered my butt too, it was the worst wedgie you can imagine. And I was hot, I kept trying to kiss him and missing his mouth, and then he would kiss me hard, grabbing me hard by my pussy. His fingers finally got my panties out of the way and he stuck first one and then two fingers into me. When he put me down he told me I was a little whore and I was going to get him in trouble.
For the next three years, until he left on deployment, I got felt up, fucked, kissed, undressed, he took several pair of my panties with him, I had his name written up inside my thigh with a magic marker, I was a little whore, and I sucked him often and got fucked just as often.
He had a motorbike, one of those heavy bikes with big handlebars, and he would hang out and these girls would hang all over him. If I got jealous, and I was always jealous, he would push me back and tell me he was going to deal with me later. I tried to fuck on my back on his motorbike. I almost fell off, but he held on to me, and had to take me and lay me on the ground where fucked me out there by the race track.
When he joined the army and he had to go he came to see me and said he had come by to say sayonara to me, and he wanted one last kiss and fuck in case he didn't come back. All these girls, and the one he came to for his last fuck before he deployed was me. I gave him a yearbook picture and told him to look at it everyday, because I was going to be waiting for him.
That's my memory of being with him, and I can't tell anyone how he was with me. First because of the age thing, and second because when you grow up you can't really tell a person who wants to make love with you that what you really want is to be trashed and fucked. And you can't really tell anyone that you were his whore.
For the next three years, until he left on deployment, I got felt up, fucked, kissed, undressed, he took several pair of my panties with him, I had his name written up inside my thigh with a magic marker, I was a little whore, and I sucked him often and got fucked just as often.
He had a motorbike, one of those heavy bikes with big handlebars, and he would hang out and these girls would hang all over him. If I got jealous, and I was always jealous, he would push me back and tell me he was going to deal with me later. I tried to fuck on my back on his motorbike. I almost fell off, but he held on to me, and had to take me and lay me on the ground where fucked me out there by the race track.
When he joined the army and he had to go he came to see me and said he had come by to say sayonara to me, and he wanted one last kiss and fuck in case he didn't come back. All these girls, and the one he came to for his last fuck before he deployed was me. I gave him a yearbook picture and told him to look at it everyday, because I was going to be waiting for him.
That's my memory of being with him, and I can't tell anyone how he was with me. First because of the age thing, and second because when you grow up you can't really tell a person who wants to make love with you that what you really want is to be trashed and fucked. And you can't really tell anyone that you were his whore.
