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A true story of a young teen girl based on my experiences, names changed to protect privacy.

A true story of a young teen girl based on my memories of my experiences, names changed to protect privacy.

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I am a woman in my fifties, mother and happily married to the same man for over thirty years. Ever since I lost my virginity at 18 I have been very sexually active and always easily seduced, especially if alcohol has played a role, so it is no wonder that all our children have different fathers. Only one of them is probably fathered by my husband.

This story dates back to when I had just had my first intercourse and lost my virginity. This story dates back to when I had just had my first intercourse and lost my virginity. The next day, one of the girls, my best friend Anne, the one who had noticed semen dripping down my thigh, called me. However, I didn't want to discuss the matter on the phone because then my parents might hear what and what we were talking about, so we agreed to meet at a playground near our home.

We met there and the first thing my friend asked was if I had really let that man fuck me. I admitted with a red face that it had happened. There were several follow-up questions and the most important of them was probably whether it hurt and how it felt. I told my friend all my feelings, and also that my boyfriend had listened to all my moans and complaints behind a thin wall while I was being fucked. And that I had also let my boyfriend fuck me.

Then the question came up: wasn't I afraid of getting pregnant? I told him that it all happened so fast that I didn't even have time to think about contraception. Yesterday I had taken a proper shower, I had tried to rinse my pussy properly of semen. I had also looked at my pussy with a small hand mirror, and it had somehow changed. Of course it was still swollen, but the inner labia had stretched and were now visible between my outer labia and were dark, as if they had been bruised.

And one important question that came out of my friend's mouth was what my boyfriend thought about it? Was he angry because I had let a stranger fuck me?I said I didn't know, we had cycled away from the beach together and hadn't talked much during the short distance we had cycled together. We lived about a kilometre apart and we had each headed towards our own homes shortly after leaving the beach.

At that time, we young people didn't have our own mobile phones, so we made all our calls on the landline at home. I had tried to call my boyfriend in the morning, but his sister said that Risto was still sleeping. I didn't want my sister to wake him up, so I said I would come visit them.

After discussing yesterday's events at the beach with my friend, I said I would go to Risto's. I wanted to know if I still had a boyfriend after yesterday. I cycled to my boyfriend's house and he had already woken up. Risto was a bit quiet, didn't look me straight in the eye, but just stared around until he had mentally calmed himself down enough that we could maybe talk. We cycled back to the playground where I had confessed yesterday's events to my best friend. After we had sat on the playground bench for a while, there was an awkward silence between us. I couldn't start a conversation, and of course Risto probably felt the same way.

Then we both tried to speak, at the same time, and both started with the word "sorry". Another simultaneous silence until I said sorry again. Risto asked why I was apologizing? Tears came to my eyes when I said sorry for yesterday, that I hadn't meant for the situation to go this far, especially with a complete stranger whose name I don't even know. Risto looked at me, sobbed and then the words started to flow from his mouth. I have to apologize to you. I took advantage of the opportunity, secretly listened behind the wall, and then I raped you. Risto's sobs only increased and in between them, one by one, the words "I love you so much, and I raped you".

I looked at Risto a little dumbfounded, not understanding what I was hearing. I first grabbed his hand, then with both hands I turned his head up, his face facing downwards, and kissed him. I love you and I thought I had hurt you badly because I betrayed you right before we had even made love once. Risto returned my kiss, wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly. We probably hugged for at least a minute before we parted ways. I looked him in the eye, sighed and said "I thought you were angry and mad at me. You didn't get my virginity, someone else took i".

Risto looked at me and said "I never imagined I could own you, you, your body is yours and you can do whatever you want with it" And then he blushed violently adding "The sound of you listening and making noises when that man pushed himself inside you is the most arousing thing I've ever experienced". At that time we didn't know what the word and term cuckolding really meant, but my boyfriend was already a cuckold despite his young age and inexperience.

And I would learn to understand that, sooner than I realized it at that moment. I kissed him again, saying between kisses, "You can fuck me whenever you want, even right now, even though my pussy is tender and swollen. Let's go home and to your room right away." Although I promised Risto that, we didn't go to their place, but continued talking. I asked him what he meant when he said earlier that his most arousing experience was that he had heard me fucking?

After all, I had felt his cock fully erect when we had caressed each other earlier. Risto said that he had listened when their father fucked their mother. Sometime a year earlier, their bedroom door had been left ajar and he had watched through the crack of the door as his father's hips had moved back and forth between his mother's legs and listened to the sounds of fucking and his mother's moaning.

Only his mother's spread legs were visible because his father had a blanket over part of me. Since then he's wanted to see a man fuck a woman properly, and me fucking a stranger was the closest thing he wanted, even though he still hadn't actually seen someone fuck, only heard it. And when he saw my pussy dripping with semen and blood, it was like the cherry on top of the cake, crowning his aroused state.

I was silent for a moment as I thought about the confession I had heard. Now that it was clear that I was still his girlfriend even though I had fucked a stranger, did Risto mean that even though I was his girlfriend, would he want to watch from the side while someone fucked me? I wondered how I would ask that while I caressed the bulge in the front of his pants that had grown when he said he was listening to me while I was being fucked by a stranger.

That thought and memory clearly turned him on a lot. I stuttered a little when I asked "W, w, would he want to watch from the side while I was being fucked"? He looked me in the eyes and at the same time I felt his cock twitch as he came into his underwear. Embarrassed and blushing again, Risto nodded a little embarrassedly and said "Yes I would like to".

There was already a dark stain on the front of Risto's shorts as the cum that had just leaked into his underwear soaked through and soaked the shorts. I felt the stickiness of the semen that had come through my shorts with my hand and raised my hand in front of my face, sniffing my fingers, and then I pushed them in front of his face and pressed my fingers to his lips.

Risto blushed again, but licked my fingers with a sigh. I kissed him immediately and tasted the new, strange taste that had remained on his lips for the first time in my life. Then we were rudely interrupted, my father had happened to drive past in his car, noticed us and shouted from the car window that I had to come home. He added that you would cuddle later. Now it was my turn to blush and I started heading towards our bicycles next to us. Risto followed and we hugged and kissed for a while before I left to cycle home while Risto stayed at the playground.

When I got home and was ready, I started doing the little chores that I was expected to do even though I was on summer vacation. However, I was already 14 years old and my parents thought I had to learn all the skills that I would need when I grew up and someday lived in my own apartment. What would they say if they knew that in my adult studies I had learned to give my pussy to a grown man to fuck and immediately afterwards to a teenage boy.

Even though my pussy was still sore from yesterday's violent stretching, it had gotten wet when I talked to my boyfriend and especially when I tasted the taste of his semen when we kissed. When I finished my chores and had dinner, I called my boyfriend and we agreed to meet soon at a cafe popular with young people. It wasn't the ideal place to talk, with lots of extra ears nearby and quite a lot of noise from the music playing and people trying to talk, so we focused on talking to our friends and playing a few games of pinball.

Before going home, we continued kissing, which my dad had interrupted, and a little embarrassed, I also touched the front of my pants. I tried to tease him by whispering in his ear what he would do if I left the cafe with some other boy, but it simply didn't work because the noise was too loud. I would have had to raise my voice and then some extra pair of ears might have heard it.

The evening ended with us going home when the cafe closed at 8:00 PM. At home, I had a shower and dinner before I could get to my own bed. After I took care of them, I opened my bed and noticed stains on my sheets that I had never seen before. Dried semen that had obviously leaked from my open pussy the day before. I didn't start changing them because I didn't want to attract extra attention.

The next morning I woke up a little groggy, my pussy wet. I had had a dream during the night where I had been fucked again for the first time, and it had happened many times during my dream. All those times Risto had been watching closely as a stranger's cock sank inside me, taking my virginity. The dream felt so real and I wanted to tell Risto about it.

Just as I had eaten breakfast my boyfriend called and said that he had to go visit Risto's grandparents with his family and would stay there for a few days. That would mean that I wouldn't see my boyfriend for several days. 4 days of boredom, although most of the time my thoughts wandered between my dream that I hadn't yet been able to tell Risto about and the real fucking that had happened a few days earlier.

Finally Risto and his family returned and we decided to meet up again for a play date. When I got there and my boyfriend was already waiting for me. After the kisses and hugs, however, we didn't stay there, but instead we got our swimsuits, blankets and small snacks from home and headed to the beach, the day was sunny and the sky was almost cloudless.

On the way, I asked my boyfriend if he had thought about how he would be able to see or how he would arrange a situation where he could watch me being fucked? He couldn't answer that, but when we stopped I noticed a familiar bulge in the front of his pants. Now we were so close, and we noticed that the places on the beach were already quite full.

At least all the young people knew that if you turned left from the road just before the changing rooms, onto a small path that branched off from it, you could get to a sheltered little cove with a small sandy beach about the size of two blankets.

The bottom of the lake there wasn't in such good condition, but muddy and had a lot of sunken, rotten trees, so no one ever swam there. But as we thought, the place was perfect for cuddling and kissing.

We would head there, spread out our blankets, and there we could change bikinis and swimsuits in the bushes in peace, avoiding curious eyes. But this time the little beach wasn't empty. There was already someone there, a gray-haired and bearded man, who at first glance seemed to be fast asleep.

But he wasn't asleep, but turned out to be drunk and one of the many homeless people in the city. My and Risto's voices had already caught his attention. I had just noticed him telling Risto to leave, the man exclaimed that we didn't have to leave because of him. I looked at Risto, shrugged my shoulders and said out loud that we probably wouldn't mind even though he was here, but then I whispered to Risto that we could still play a little, we're not naked after all.

So we spread our blanket next to the man who was apparently lying down or actually sitting on top of his outerwear. Otherwise, he seemed to be wearing a holey t-shirt and dirty old underwear. The man stared after me as I went into the middle of the bush to change into my bikini.

On my way back, one of the dozens of branches in the bush somehow caught on the strap of the bottom of my bikini and as I stepped forward, it tore the bottom open and it fell to my ankles while the man stared straight at my pussy. I suddenly bent down to pick up the bottom from the ground and put it back on, but one of the straps of the bottom had torn off the seam and despite my attempts, I couldn't get it on properly, my pussy was always visible.

Risto watched me as I struggled with the bikini bottom and finally threw them in my bag in frustration and put my thong back on. I had secretly bought really skimpy string thongs for Risto from my mother, which were more revealing than covering because the thin string left my labia visible. My mother would have definitely forbidden me from wearing them if she had known.

The man had been able to look at my pussy the whole time I was trying to get the bikini on, I looked at Risto and asked, do you want to go? Risto glanced at the man who was staring at me, clearly already quite aroused because his panties were bulging enormously. Then Risto quietly said, shaking his head, whatever you want. I stared at the man's front, who stretched his panties into a tent and his big hairy testicles were visible through the opening of his loose leg.

At the same time, I realized that Risto might be hoping for something to happen because his swimming trunks were bulging too. I was torn between wanting to let Risto get what he wanted, to see me get fucked. But I didn't want the fucker to be an old homeless drunk.

I wasn't sure what or how something would happen but I decided to sit on the blanket. I positioned myself so that I was between Risto and the man who introduced himself as Hannu. Hannu stared intently between my legs and the front of his pants bulged even more. Hannu didn't say much, just looked at my bikini-covered tits and my already wet labia visible on both sides of the thong.

Risto was on my right side on his back and since nothing happened without talking to everyone I got on my knees and bent down to kiss Risto so Hannu could see my ass. I spread my legs a little and my pussy was definitely like on a tray. I continued kissing, slowly shaking my ass, Risto returned my kisses and then I heard rustling and muffled sounds behind me.

Risto turned his head to see what was happening. He whispered to me, "Now he's taking off his clothes," meaning the man of course. I kept wiggling my butt, and then I felt the touch. Hannu pulled my small thongs down to my thighs, I didn't see what was happening but I felt the touch on my butt again.

I looked at Risto and his eyes that stared back at me without blinking. And I saw Risto nod. Next, something hard pressed against me, and I felt his big cock spread my labia, his grip on my hips tightened, his big organ pushed inside me. I whimpered in pain even though my pussy wasn't sore from the last time, this new one was much bigger than either of the ones I'd had inside me less than a week before.

I was on my stomach and the third cock of my life was fucking me, and again from behind. It still hurt, I winced and moaned in pain every time the man pushed his cock as deep inside me as possible.At the same time, Risto got up, moving to a better viewing position. I tried to spread my legs more so that it wouldn't hurt so much and I pressed down so that my butt remained up while the man continued to fuck and Risto watched.

Next came the man's grunt and semen filled me in pulses. Hannu had had his orgasm. Orgasm, it was something I had only read about in stories. At least I didn't realize what it was and what it was like. I knew about a man's orgasm, when a man has an orgasm he ejaculates and I had just had one inside me. Hannu pulled out of me and I felt semen flowing down my thighs. Risto looked at me, my pussy, Hannu's now flaccid cock and my pussy dripping semen again.

The front of his pants bulged wildly. I turned around and sat with my knees bent, looking at Risto. I leaned back until I was on my back and raised my knees, spread my thighs in front of him. Suddenly Risto jerked his pants off, came on top of me and pushed inside me, a few hasty thrusts and he started shaking and trembling. At the same time, his penis twitched and more semen flowed into my pussy.

Hannu had also been watching Risto's performance the whole time, which lasted about a minute. He smiled and said at the same time "The boy must not have had many times when he got pussy". Risto blushed again. "My second time" came out softly from his mouth. He pulled inside me and more semen began to flow onto the blanket from my pussy.

Hannu's next words surprised me. "Now boy, since you are a cuckold, come on lick your girl's pussy". I looked alternately at Risto and sometimes at Hannu, who was teasing Risto "Come on boy, come on lick it, a girl wants and deserves something good too". Risto looked at my slimy pussy, I looked at Risto. I turned towards him and spread my thighs, waiting.

Risto bent down, looked at my pussy for the first time really close. He touched my clitoris with his finger, stroked it, circling it, on top of it, and I got shivers. "That's a boy, listen to the clitoris. When you lick and suck and stroke it, it's good for a girl. Lick it now and I'll get to fuck your girl tight pussy again soon." said Hannu.

Risto inserted his finger inside me, then I felt a careful licking on my clitoris. He sucked and licked more while he moved his finger back and forth inside me. It felt absolutely heavenly, my lower voice swayed involuntarily. Risto continued licking and I felt something completely new. It felt like electric shocks had shaken my pussy.

Suddenly Risto was pulled out of my pussy. Hannu positioned himself between my thighs, his big cock sticking out stiffly and he folded his knees, pressing them down and spreading my thighs painfully with all his weight. The head of the cock felt on my pussy lips and he pushed inside me, all the way to the bottom. And it hurt, I squealed as Hannu started to fuck me, not caring at all about my feelings at first.

Because my thighs were spread so wide that he had been able to press me twice in front of him, like a folded piece of paper, even though I was on my back on the blanket, my knees and the front of my thighs also hit the blanket and he was able to push his cock really deep if he wanted. Risto watched from the side and jerked off as Hannu's ass bobbed up and down, his hairy testicles were hitting my ass and the sounds of the fucking could definitely be heard from afar.

Then it came, despite the pain it was as if a series of electric shocks had shaken my lower back. I had the first orgasm of my life. Hannu continued fucking but loosened his grip on my thighs and just leaned on his hands. The fucking had become calmer and when I had recovered from my first orgasm I saw Hannu's smiling bearded face above me as he pumped his cock inside me.

For a moment he continued calmly, but suddenly the pace quickened, the thrusts became fast and hard until he was thrusting his cock really deep and pouring his seed into me again in pulses.

He stayed on top of me as his cock slowly shrank inside me. Hannu slowly got off me, looked around and then at Risto. "Get to work, boy," pointing at my pussy.

Risto bent over my pussy and started licking. My thighs and hips throbbed and forced me after experiencing such a brutal fucking at the beginning of the verse, but Risto's calm and gentle licking, sucking on my clitoris and his tongue wandering inside my pussy led me to orgasm again in a few minutes. Hannu looked on approvingly. Then his next words were directed at me. "Your boyfriend's lesson has been learned, now it's your turn. Boy, get on your back."

Risto settled on my back and I guessed what he was about to say to me. I looked at Hannu and he just nodded towards my boyfriend's cock, which was still stiff. "Then don't use your teeth," I heard behind me as I leaned towards Risto's cock and touched its fleshy head with my lips. I tasted the new taste again, but now it had Hannu's and my taste in it.

A bit salty, slimy, and then I took it into my mouth, pressing the shaft with my lips, twirling my tongue around it and with the tip of my tongue "digging" the small hole at the end, moving my head up and down. The cock twitched in my mouth and suddenly my mouth filled with Risto's semen. I coughed a little and heard Hannu say in the background, "Swallow it girl, swallow it all and don't let it go to waste. A man's semen is meant to go inside a woman." And I swallowed almost all of it until Risto's semen no longer came out.

Hannu had already put on his underwear and said to us. "Now it's time for you to go", "My friends are coming here soon and if you don't want 5 guys to fuck you then I recommend leaving". We started to get dressed with Risto in a hurry and when I had put on my shirt and skirt I heard from behind me "I can fuck you girl again, even many times. I'll probably be here every day if it doesn't rain". We gathered our blankets and towels and started walking down the path back to where we had left our bicycles, and even though Risto had licked my pussy, semen was dripping down my thigh again.

I had to stop to dry my legs. I asked Risto if he had a handkerchief? Risto dug into his pocket and found a slightly used handkerchief, and I made a plug out of it which I pushed partly into my pussy because I didn't want semen to drip down my thigh. We got to our bikes, but both were quiet and both were probably thinking about what had just happened. I looked at Risto, and suddenly he grabbed me in his arms and hugged me tightly. "I love you" came from his mouth, and I looked into his eyes as I answered "Me too, I love you.

Although I didn't realize it at the time, but by the time I turned 20 at the latest, I knew that I was a complete slut even at the age of 18. And over the years, many men and also a few of my close friends would find out.

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