Literotica, Sex with Strangers

Confessions of a Young Slut

Figuring out where to start is probably going to be the hardest part. I guess in order for you to know me I’ll have to start from the beginning

    My mother wasn’t always the best. As far back as my childhood memories go they are filled with blank spots where my mother should be. Now I’m not saying my childhood was absolutely horrible but it sure wasn’t the best either. My mother was a single mother most of her parenting years. I never had a father nor did I ever know who he was, most likely because my mother didn’t know who he was. I feel that since I did have that missing father figure maybe just maybe that is why I was looking for love in all of the wrong places.


My virginity

    My virginity was taken from me at the young age of only 12. Yes that’s right 12. The guy….a roommate of my mother’s husband at the time, and he was 23. It was horrible, and I remember like it was yesterday I defiantly did not want to do it but he forced me to. I remember I was crying the whole time and my mother was only a few feet away at the end of the trailer. After that it seems like a blur and the sex became a regular occurrence a couple of times a week for four months. The whole time no one ever suspected a thing.


My promiscuous years

    Throughout my short sexual active life I have been with a total of 22 partners. Out of those men 18 of them were sex partners and 4 were just other partners like oral and masturbation.  But I am sure when I list them all there will be more and I’m sure ill end up skipping around.
The one sex partner I am most ashamed of is the one I call the Black Man. The Black Man was my first consensual sexual partner. The black man was older than me probably by 20 years or so. I was only 13 when we began having sex although I had lied and told him I was 16. The first time was in the park about ten minutes after I met him. It became a regular thing, he had lived just a walk away from my house so basically a neighbor. We would have sex about 4-5 times a week. I would walk to his house after his wife had gone to work and leave as soon as we were done.  I remember one day I had called him to see if she was at work and he told me sorry you have the wrong number, I had assumed she was sitting right there,. Well three seconds later she called me back and was extremely pissed. I knew that she had figured it out. One particular afternoon he called as soon as his wife left and I headed over. Just as we had gotten naked and he was putting on a condom, there was pounding on the front door. I had to hurry up and get dressed and sneak out the window. Just as I had hit the road out of nowhere his wife is running after me screaming at me and calling me a whore (which obviously I was at that time). Needless to say that was our last sexual encounter


    During the time that I was having sex with The Black Man he had passed me off to have sex in the bathroom with one of his friends while he had sex in the living room. I don’t remember his name or even his age but he was my third partner.


My non penetrations were all during this year. Most of these men were older and in their 20s.  All of these men knew how old I was but still wanted to mess around. They all were friends or family of a family I was staying with and we would sneak into the basement and make out or they would stick their hand in my pants. On a couple of occasions we would be alone in the house and I would give them a little pleasure with my mouth. Some other ones were my sister’s boyfriend and his brother. One my age and the other older but nothing to exciting there but just a couple blows jobs.


Then there was a man we will call Steve. I at that time was 14; Steve was in his late 20s. I am not sure exactly how I had met him or even when our sexual encounters had become to be, but in some way they did. Steve was a VERY well hung man and super attractive, we had sex only three times but that was good enough for me.


    Next was Aaron. He was an older very unattractive man but I loved the attention he was giving me. I had met him when one day Steve came over and asked me if I would have sex with Aaron and of course I agreed. Aaron and I had sex a lot, if I had to guess I’d say maybe three times a week but could be up to seven on occasions for 5 months.  Aaron was a lot easier to have sex with. He would bring a ladder and sneak into my room in the middle of the night. There was nothing special at all about those sexual encounters. However the last time we had sex was horrible. Aaron snuck into my room at 5 am just as my mother was leaving for work; he was extremely intoxicated and wouldn’t leave. There was no way that I could call for help or anything because I didn’t want to get into trouble and my sister was in the next room. All I could do was lay there for what seem like hours crying as he raped me over and over again. Needless to say that was the end of him.


After Aaron I had quite having sex for a little while. Until I met my first love who we will call Matt. Matt was amazing to me. He was a high school drop and kind of a bad ass. Matt and I had sex hundreds of times in the almost six months of dating. Some memorable ones would be when we had sex outside in the snow on a rock under a bridge, or when my mom was upstairs sleeping he would sneak over and we would have sex on the bathroom floor. God he was a great lover we would have sex so many times in a day that I would literally be raw. That had to be wear my sexual appetite really peaked.


    While I was dating Matt at the very end I also had 4 other sexual partners. First one was a friend’s brother Carl. Carl and I had gotten drunk and it just happened. It wasn’t great being his fiancé was asleep in the other room. Chad was mixed in there too. Chad was a meth head and we were at a meth party and I just really wanted to fit in without doing drugs so let’s just say I am still hoping to forget that. Chad was so strung out on meth his nose was dripping during the whole I don’t know… two minutes. So nasty…

After I had sex with chad I went in the other room and somehow ended up giving his cousin a blow job, Next was a 22 year old loser that I don’t even care to name he was my biggest mistake. I had sex with him once and let’s just say it was fast, rough, and raw.  After all those promiscuous months I met another friend’s brother. We had sex a couple times nothing special there either and that ended in just a short month.  After him that’s when my slutness really began (like it hadn’t already.)

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