Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, NonConsensual, Coercion, Drunk/Drugged, Tear Jerker, Violent, School,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This will be a three part story on the life of Sarah. I'll be submitting a part each day. She was raised in foster homes and went out on her own. Could be a lot more catagories but I don't want to give it all away.
Like many other women, I read these stories on the adult web sites. It's funny that male writers think so differently than female writers. Believe me, the sight of a naked man with a little potbelly is not a sexual turn-on. Seeing the crack of any repairman's ass does not bring instant gratification to most women. Let's face it, the male body standing naked with a dangling cock or a sticking straight out hard-on is not a turn on to most women. Flashers have never figured this out. Granted, there may be women out there that just seeing a man naked is their sexual fantasy, but I personally don't know any of them.
The exception to this rule for me is that if a gal is looking for a good time and, say, goes to an all male review and watches the sweating hot bodies dancing, it could be a turn on, mainly because it's what the woman is looking for, a good time. Another, which I found out later in my young life, was if it was my man, the one I wanted to spend time with; his body could be a turn-on to me also. When I want a man, I usually let him know that I'm interested. I believe most women will back me up on this.
Most women do not want to be some guy's play toy. Women in love act differently than women who just want some sexual activity. Men need to know this. I am going to tell you my feelings toward men. Not all women feel the same way as me but this is my story. If other women want to tell their story, that's fine with me.
My name is Sarah. I now am staying in Canada but feel like I should fly back to Ohio to face my husband. The problem is I haven't talked to him for over six months and if I see him, I'm not sure exactly how either of us will react.
Maybe I should start from the beginning. I was raised in foster homes and most of the foster parents treated me really good. If it wasn't for these generous people who take in stray and troubled kids like I was, I don't know where I would be today. My parents were killed in an auto accident when I was six years old. It was kind of rough for a little kid but I survived it and became a stronger person because of it.
I think the problem was, even though these nice people took me in, it was never really my home or my family. I lived in ten different foster homes till I turned eighteen. It was rough for me always moving and never knowing how long I would be at one place. During my high school years it was even harder. I never joined in a lot of extra curricular activities because I never knew how long I would be at any one school. It did make me smarter though. Since I had all this time after school, I studied. Believe it or not, I was an all 'A' student.
I didn't date until my senior year of high school. Foster parents seem to hold a tighter rein on us kids. I did have a few friends that I could visit with permission. I was a quiet person but I was strong inside. I didn't really let anyone in. I was always afraid of being hurt.
The majority of my sexual learning came from listening to a lot of the other girls talking. Some were real sluts telling us all the things they did with their boyfriends. A few of the foster mothers did tell me some things that they thought I should know.
I wanted to know more too. I think it's just part of growing up now, but at the time every time you turned on a TV or went to the movies it was all about sex and how wonderful and glorious it was. Then on the other side there was all this cheating and divorces. It really kind of screwed up my mind.
I dated a guy name Joe in my senior year. He was a neighbor to my foster parents so they kind of trusted him. He was the first boy I ever kissed, I mean really kissed, not just those pecks you get from guys. It was okay but I really didn't feel anything really special. He took me to the prom and afterward we parked in a lover's lane. I heard all these girls saying how great sex was and the things they did. I liked Joe so I let him do his thing. I knew he was surprised when I didn't stop him from grabbing my boobs. He actually hurt them: I guess he didn't know how to be gentle.
Eventually he put his hands in my panties and was fingering me. It actually felt different than when I used to rub myself like I heard some of the girls say they did. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He asked me what I thought of it. What was I supposed to think? It was just a cock and it was hard. Believe me; it didn't do a whole lot for me. In the foster homes I had to help change a lot of babies. I just didn't get excited seeing a larger version.
"Suck it for me," replied Joe.
"I don't think so. Why would I want to put that dirty thing in my mouth? Do you want to suck my pussy?"
He looked surprised. I don't think he expected that. My girlfriends told me most guys don't like to kiss their pussy, regardless of what you read. They told me the guys want you to give them head. It's what they told me that's what sucking a guy's cock was: giving head. Anyway, he said he had never done it and didn't think he wanted to.
"Can I rub my cock against your pussy then?" he asked.
"Sure, if you have a condom. I don't want to get pregnant."
I had my mind made up long before we went to the prom that I was going to give up my cherry to him. He was an alright guy and I didn't want to go to college being a virgin. As I said, some of the dumb things girls think of.
I took off my panties and we got in the back seat of his parents' van. I sat down and he kind of kneeled in front of me and took his cock and began rubbing it against my pussy lips. I do have to say it felt pretty good. The more he rubbed, the wetter I got. He pushed the head of his cock into me and I screamed out.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes, just hold still for a minute. You just broke my hymen."
"Your what?' he asked.
"My hymen, my cherry. Didn't you take health class? You just took my virginity,"
"Oh, my God, I didn't know. Are you alright?' he asked.
"I'm fine now, just go in and out slow and easy," I said.
I was a little stunned when my hymen broke. No one told me it would hurt that much. I thought Joe had sex before, seeing the way he always bragged about his dating, but I had a feeling it was the first time for both of us.
It was less then five minutes and he was going in and out as fast as he could. He came and shot a load into the condom. I felt some spasms, but I don't think I had an orgasm. I felt it tingle some, but my friends said it felt so good that they would scream out. When he finished coming, he pulled his cock out and told me how great I was. It was the best feeling ever for him.
I told him it was good for me too; I didn't want to hurt his feelings. It did feel good while we were doing it, but didn't last long enough. I had sex with him one more time before I headed off to college. There was no orgasm that time either unless that tingly feeling I got was an orgasm. It sure didn't feel anything like the other girls talked about it being so great. Maybe it was just me.