Real life blog 2. more sexual. head during lunch

the first two years of high school i earned a serious reputation. i chose to lose my virginity to my friend's cousin who didn't live in my small town. i did it with a promise to myself not to fuck again until i was sixteen, driving and in love. i also had a boy hurt me real bad. one of my most delinquent activities was phone sex. i got off a boy i never met before. i agreed to skip summer school which was extra credit for me as a student. i ended up getting taken to the middle of the woods. he tried to **** me. i was to strong. he couldn't fight me or get my pants off. so he told me i was going to suck his dick or he would leave me in the woods. my life was hard. i had an aunt taking care of me. she didn't tolerate any misbehaving. getting left in the woods and skipping school would have made her truly not love me or help support me when my parents couldn't. he made me get in the dirt and he sat in his truck and brutally mouth ****d me. he had a big dick and i thought i would puke pass out and die. then to make it more traumatic when he was done he decided to show me the pictures in his wallet. i saw one and said 'that's my cousin' he said no it's not. i told him i damn sure know my damn first cousin. it was also his first cousin from his mother's side of the family i never knew existed. he told my cousins he took my virginity and that i was an easy slut. to this day they still call me 'cousin fucker' even the cousin who was more of a brother ended our last fight knowing how that ****d fucked me up and called me 'cousin fucker' over and over

it ended up being a good thing. i had **** trauma and i couldn't suck a dick. I could also never give a hand job. I also faked being a virgin. I had it rough. at f******n my dad got me a job working i*****lly full time at a restaurant. it was c***d labor and a whole different story. I couldn't tell anyone i worked five nights a week and all day sunday. i earned more money than my father. after that i was a grown damn woman that supported myself and my family. i was like an ATM for my dad to get d**g money. I made so much money that it was no big deal to give him money to hopefully earn his love. he was strict that i couldn't have a real boyfriend until i was sixteen. it was ridiculous. i could talk to boys and fuck around with them but i had to beg to be taken on a proper date my sophmore or junior year. I was a lot like i am now those two years of high school. i refused to settle down with one boyfriend. they would bust me for having a job i needed to survive. i was excellent in drama. im an amazing actress. as a freshman i earned my teacher's total respect. he was like an older brother not a teacher. he watched me take down boys. I started out rotating through them. I got my reputation when my friend's older brother in college visited for one of our saturday set constructions. It was fucking weird. He was and still is gay. But we connected and couldn't keep are hands off of each other. we made his mother deal with it. i was f******n and he was in his twenties. we promised her not to fuck. we didn't. I even had a boyfriend from my academic classes the whole time we messed around. he went back to college.

days later his sister broke up with her boyfriend. He was not my type. i knew his girlfriend was a slut that was cheating. it was fate. he asked me out of the blue that day if he could give me a ride home. we ended up in his bed almost fucking. i was ready to date him and fuck him after that foreplay. he was stupid. he called to tell his ex that he hooked up with me. she demanded he date her again. she would 'give him a second chance' she didn't have the balls to confront me. her mother did. she was the lady who made all of our costumes. in front of my whole peer group and my teacher she went ballistic describing what a whore i was. First i had her son and then a few days later i had her daughter's boyfriend.

i love confrontation. i destroyed that woman. i faked being a virgin. i told her i had never given a man an orgasm in my life. that her daughter sure was fucking on a broad scale. i let her know she probably kept her boyfriend because he knew she would spread her legs and i wouldn't. i announced that her daughter was such a whore she had her damn nipples pierced because she was an attention seeking slut. i told her i watched her daughter lure men besides her boyfriend into feeding her and buying her things. i announced that was the definition of a whore. i told her my momma raised me right that there was nothing wrong with kissing boys. i told her she would know i kissed and remained pure. i let her know i wasn't allowed to attend the cast parties she through because they were boy girl sleepovers that became an orgy. i pointed out how much fun i had with her son but she was a shitty mother to let him play with a f******n year old while she watched. i told her if she said another word i would report her to the administration for harrassment. no adult woman can come into a school and call a student a slut in front of classmates and her teachers. i told her that kind of tirade could get her sued or banned from school property. then i told her the biggest threat was what would happen if she had to face my mother. i let her know i don't need my mommy to defend myself. But if she wanted to keep playing she would meet my mother who would destroy her. my mom is ultra violent and scary. i let her know my mom didn't want me around her daughter because she was a whore with pierced nipples. i dared her to say one more word. she screamed in fury and stomped away. that day i became legend. my teacher just sat there with his mouth hanging open. the first thing he said was what on earth do you do to men? how on earth did you get a gay dude and his sister's boyfriend. I told him 'im good rutter' i also let him know i did use the auditorium to make out with boys. i told him i wasn't a damn slut and i would never fuck or suck dick or jeopardize our program. After that i had free reign to take any boy i wanted into the auditorium to play. boys skipping class. lunch time was the most fun.

my computer crashed and i left a big long letter about how i got over **** trauma. it involved the hottest boy my friends wanted when he was a senior and i was a freshman. i had every right to bring one boy into a room that was filled with props. there was a couch and a bed. to make it even dirtier i had a c***dhood charlie brown mattress which was a cherished possession. it was a normal mattress but it was just collaged with images from the world of charlie brown. to make it better the mother called me a whore donated it. so foreplay in the charlie brown bed was what i did all the time. later the girl had to watch me laying on her c***dhood bed with the men she wanted. but the room had a deadbolt. you could go for the bed in a locked room.

that's why my slut memories are killer. it was chaos and i had fucking rights in the auditorium. I taunted the senior with evil clothing. i wore thigh high pantyhose with no garter belt. it was normal for there to be one inch of bare skin from the top of my pantyhose to the hem of the skirt. for a chick that is one of the forbidden inches of skin that drives men crazy. when i do drop more weight im going to rock the same style. I usually do pick out a sexy short timeless skirt that looks vintage or ladylike. then just to have my own style i usually wore a man's vintage shirt with my tits on display. i had outfits girls borrowed. it was a mixture of vintage and store bought staples like a tight black skirt. mostly we spent lunch time with making out and him eating my pussy. none of the boys i ever messed around with were truly confident with their skills with a pussy. a lot of my make out sessions no boy went down my pants. high school boys back then were nervous about playing with a pussy. they wanted their dick sucked. they liked to grind and play with my tits.

no the senior wanted pussy. it was the sex highlight of my life. id been fingered. a few guys butchered head. one dude stuck a dick in me. he worked my pussy like a guitar. he knew how to please a woman. and he loved doing it. he didn't pressure me to fuck or suck his cock a lot. I think he knew that would blow his chances. I played innocent and he liked it. I know he heard me cum in ways that were like mental breakdowns. it was lovely because i get super wet. so we both knew i would go back to class with thighs sticky from my wet pussy and my damp panties. i regret not fucking him. I had many lovers after him and only he knew how to work my pussy. I did get over my **** trauma to suck his gorgeous cock. I probably was not skilled in it. but he did lick my pussy enough to earn that thirty minutes when we trade places and im on my knees. I knew i had enough head i had to reciprocate. I made it good. I wore a dress i can't believe i had the balls to wear. It was so tight and clingy and short. it was like a glove with my ass cheeks on display. it was baby blue and it was made out of crushed velvet. I even had white thigh highs and blue heels that matched. I don't know how i pulled off that day. It's a hard call when you are a curvy girl to dress slutty. you look stupid if you try if you wear some clothes. I didn't have as much of a belly as i do now. i would never attempt to wear that dress until i drop twenty pounds. but damn that day i looked hot.

i pushed it too far and my tits were so big. crushed velvet was great back then because it was fun to pet and rub. it's soft like a bunny. it has a tecture that feels fun to rub. it's like wearing a dress that says rub me. i started most of are sessions with him sitting on the couch and me straddling him with my skirt up. we tried to never get totally naked. an administrator could be informed and unlock the door with a key. one girl threatened to report me. she used to knock on the door and pretend like she needed something from the room. i was evil. the next year i was the president of the whole damn club for the rest of high school. i was already competing for leads and scoring well at competitions. my teacher would never care if i was getting head during lunch. We became such good partners i usually chose the plays and worked to help him cast them. so when she reported me using the prop room to be alone with a boy my teacher told her to deal with it. one day she interrupted us and when i dressed in a hurry i forgot to zip my skirt. she got to look at me with snooty satisfaction and say 'hmm lynn your skirt is unzipped.' i laughed in her face.

the day i decided to give him head i teased him and told him that he earned me on my knees. i told him no other man got me there and his was the first dick i would ever suck. i do lie to turn men on. I let him know that i may not know what to do but I wanted to suck his beautiful cock. I had no phobia about choking or the taste of cum. He gave me enough sexual pleasure that getting him off was like my mission in life. he did beg to fuck me. he broke. he loved rubbing my tits in crushed velvet as much as getting his dick sucked.

i did make it slutty enough to tell him 'baby I can't fuck you, im f******n. Im not on the pill. I tried to explain to boys that my mother threatened to truly kill me if i got pregnant young. If there could be a daily reminder it was 'don't get pregnant.' I was lying. I had rough periods. I had to take birth control to lessen intensity of pain. But I was dedicated to not being a fuck trophy. Im not a stupid girl I knew he was just trying to fuck in high school. I wouldn't cave. I was scared of getting pregnant. My mom was happy i needed the pill at the age of twelve. but telling men i wasn't on the pill and i don't trust condoms was necessary. Most of the boys i played with weren't ready for fucking. But i did meet guys that got shut down until i was sixteen by a firm fear of pregnancy. so i earned my reputation the right way. if i had a daughter i would tell her to pull the same trick. I would telll her to do it once and wait years until you do it again. play with all the boys. kiss them but don't finish a handjob, give a blow job or fuck. It made me a nightmare. at the same time i can write about my sexual decisions with pride that i didn't slut out.