Genesis
Dear Diary, I want to confess all to you and I shall begin here. I want to tell you how a young, sweet girl such as I fell into this sordid line of work.
My heart has been broken many a times. I have always been a creature of a highly sexual nature, I began to indulge in my dark desires at a young, tender age and went down the path of least resistance, a path that no girl my age had any busy walking down. But I needed love, so much, my parents could not provide it for me so I found myself at the mercy of all the boys and the attention they lavished on me made up for all the ills in my limited child's world. I decided to spread my legs for the eldest of the group of lust scavengers, a boy who drove a muscle car and played rock music so loud he could kill the living and wake the dead. He was much older and we did it at my friend's house and he popped my cherry and it hurt because his dick was so big, and now that I've seen so much dick, I can attest to the fact that its size was indeed it was larger than average and wide in girth and beautifully shaped, an exquisite piece of work, if there ever was an art gallery for penises his would make the cut. I pulled my shorts aside for him to enter me. The pit of my stomach was filled with apprehension and toe curling anticipation. The ache was so sweet and delicious, the fever for cock from that moment on was branded in my loins and so a new girl was born.
I rushed home to wash my shorts. My parents instilled the fear of God in me and for them to find such a wretched red spot right on white shorts signified much ado about something. They never caught on and that led me become bolder in my quest for cock. I needed it so bad and word soon spread around in our tiny community that I was the slut to get your rocks off with and so I would sneak out at night, very late at night, and meet a boy, here and there, and have sex with him.
The anticipation was almost as exciting as the sex. I was never physically satisfied, it was more of an emotional fulfillment but I loved to climb the gate that separated the upper middle class from the riff raff and help these guys bust a nut, usually on my chest or ass or face. I had regular meetings with a boy who was sixteen, attractive and olive skinned, and I will never forget the first time we did it. We were in a gigantic shed filled with a panoply of tools for working class men, and he fucked me really good and told me to "hold on." Moments later a taller, thicker figure made its entrance and I gasped and pulled my top close to my chest. He introduced himself as "the older brother" and dropped his pants. Not quite as attractive but he would have to do. He did me too and left me and I cleaned up as best as I could and walked home, climbed the gate, and slipped into bed after hiding my clothes.
Another time the olive skinned boy fucked me up the ass and then fucked me in the pussy while I was on my period and made me suck it. I will never forget the taste and I don't recall it being as unpleasant as the image it conjures in one's mind. I only remember the taste of my metal and iron on my tongue. Thereafter, olive skinned boy fucked me up the ass all the time and without the use of lube. I had never even heard of lube so I could not demand it. Maybe he used his own spit, that I am sure he did, he must have crudely spit on his hand or let it drip from his mouth onto my anus and then slipped his huge cock in. It would be a pattern since the first one - the penchant for huge cocks - and I never ceased to attract them. My pussy was a magnet for it, it beckoned all the riff raff with huge shlongs to covet my hotbox.
One day olive skinned boy decided that he wanted to have me with his best friend, a blonde boy with pock marked skin and a surly smile. They took me to some abandoned place and as I got on my hands and knees and sucked one, the other fucked me from behind doggy style. I had two dicks in me and I loved it. We switched into a variety of positions where I sloppily sucked their greedy cocks and let them come on me and finger my pussy and I have no doubt they left happy and satisifed.
My longing for more loving left me vulnerable to the vultures. Soon, every guy in school wanted a piece of me and every girl wanted to be like me. My best friend began to employ the use of brazen coloured makeup to her eyes, lips and cheeks in the hopes that she could get as much attention and dick as me. But she wasn't born with a wanton slut face as I was blessed and cursed with nor did she have it in her soul to carry out such debauchery. She was lucky in that regard, I, on the other hand, would forever be ruled by the seedier inclinations of Venus.
My heart has been broken many a times. I have always been a creature of a highly sexual nature, I began to indulge in my dark desires at a young, tender age and went down the path of least resistance, a path that no girl my age had any busy walking down. But I needed love, so much, my parents could not provide it for me so I found myself at the mercy of all the boys and the attention they lavished on me made up for all the ills in my limited child's world. I decided to spread my legs for the eldest of the group of lust scavengers, a boy who drove a muscle car and played rock music so loud he could kill the living and wake the dead. He was much older and we did it at my friend's house and he popped my cherry and it hurt because his dick was so big, and now that I've seen so much dick, I can attest to the fact that its size was indeed it was larger than average and wide in girth and beautifully shaped, an exquisite piece of work, if there ever was an art gallery for penises his would make the cut. I pulled my shorts aside for him to enter me. The pit of my stomach was filled with apprehension and toe curling anticipation. The ache was so sweet and delicious, the fever for cock from that moment on was branded in my loins and so a new girl was born.
I rushed home to wash my shorts. My parents instilled the fear of God in me and for them to find such a wretched red spot right on white shorts signified much ado about something. They never caught on and that led me become bolder in my quest for cock. I needed it so bad and word soon spread around in our tiny community that I was the slut to get your rocks off with and so I would sneak out at night, very late at night, and meet a boy, here and there, and have sex with him.
The anticipation was almost as exciting as the sex. I was never physically satisfied, it was more of an emotional fulfillment but I loved to climb the gate that separated the upper middle class from the riff raff and help these guys bust a nut, usually on my chest or ass or face. I had regular meetings with a boy who was sixteen, attractive and olive skinned, and I will never forget the first time we did it. We were in a gigantic shed filled with a panoply of tools for working class men, and he fucked me really good and told me to "hold on." Moments later a taller, thicker figure made its entrance and I gasped and pulled my top close to my chest. He introduced himself as "the older brother" and dropped his pants. Not quite as attractive but he would have to do. He did me too and left me and I cleaned up as best as I could and walked home, climbed the gate, and slipped into bed after hiding my clothes.
Another time the olive skinned boy fucked me up the ass and then fucked me in the pussy while I was on my period and made me suck it. I will never forget the taste and I don't recall it being as unpleasant as the image it conjures in one's mind. I only remember the taste of my metal and iron on my tongue. Thereafter, olive skinned boy fucked me up the ass all the time and without the use of lube. I had never even heard of lube so I could not demand it. Maybe he used his own spit, that I am sure he did, he must have crudely spit on his hand or let it drip from his mouth onto my anus and then slipped his huge cock in. It would be a pattern since the first one - the penchant for huge cocks - and I never ceased to attract them. My pussy was a magnet for it, it beckoned all the riff raff with huge shlongs to covet my hotbox.
One day olive skinned boy decided that he wanted to have me with his best friend, a blonde boy with pock marked skin and a surly smile. They took me to some abandoned place and as I got on my hands and knees and sucked one, the other fucked me from behind doggy style. I had two dicks in me and I loved it. We switched into a variety of positions where I sloppily sucked their greedy cocks and let them come on me and finger my pussy and I have no doubt they left happy and satisifed.
My longing for more loving left me vulnerable to the vultures. Soon, every guy in school wanted a piece of me and every girl wanted to be like me. My best friend began to employ the use of brazen coloured makeup to her eyes, lips and cheeks in the hopes that she could get as much attention and dick as me. But she wasn't born with a wanton slut face as I was blessed and cursed with nor did she have it in her soul to carry out such debauchery. She was lucky in that regard, I, on the other hand, would forever be ruled by the seedier inclinations of Venus.
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