I Wasn't Taught to Be a Good Girl
Copyright© 2026 by rachel 42D
Chapter 1: The Early Years
Biography Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Early Years - My life growing up in an sexually abusive relationship, to a life of adultery.
Caution: This Biography Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual True Story Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Gang Bang Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Voyeurism
I was a young girl when my dad was stricken with ALS. As a result of it, he was placed in a long-term care hospital. I was just ten years old when he was taken away. ALS is commonly called “Lou Gehrig Disease” named after the famed baseball player who was diagnosed with and died from disease many years before.
By the time my daddy was diagnosed and hospitalized, his speech was hard to understand, and he had difficulty walking, some of the local people and my friends assumed he was drunk. He wasn’t, he was just having a lot of difficulty doing simple things in life.
I loved my daddy and I know he loved me as well; he used to call me his “little angel”. Then, one day I came home from school and he was gone, he had been taken away that morning.
I was angry and confused. I just didn’t understand, for me, he had just disappeared. He was stolen from me. I didn’t understand the disease; I didn’t understand that ALS lasted only about three years before it would take his life, or that those three years would cripple him and take away all of his abilities to talk or communicate in any way. There was no cure; the victim becomes dependent on family or outside help until they must be admitted to a long-term care facility until they eventually pass away.
Daddy was dependent upon my mom, who did everything for him, but as time went on and his condition worsened, she could no longer give him the care that he needed and deserved. He had to be admitted to permanent long-term care.
My mom consoled me when I found out that dad was gone, she told me that daddy would not be coming home, now it was just her, my brothers, and I. Then she added: “But don’t worry Rachel, soon you will have a new daddy, and we will be living with us, and he will take care of us.” I couldn’t believe how casual she was about saying this to me, I was only ten years old at the time, so I didn’t really understand the full meaning of what she was saying or what she meant by it. I didn’t realize that mom had been in a sexual affair with her new boyfriend for several months, long before my dad was removed from our home.
I didn’t find it easy to welcome Rob into our family. He was a big man, a hard-working logger, I do remember seeing him at some of the parties that mom and dad would take us to in recent years. We kids watched as the adults would dance and get drunk. The parties would go on most of the night, and when I take the time to think back on those days, I should have been able to put a few things together and realize that mom and Rob would often disappear for long periods of time, dad would be in his wheelchair, sitting helpless as his wife was taking care of another man. I often wonder if he was able to comprehend what mom was up to at those parties. Dad couldn’t do anything other than sit in that chair listening to the music and watching others have fun.
Within a week of dad being taken away, Rob moved into our house, and he became my “new dad”.
Rob was a good-looking man, during the week he worked and stayed in a logging camp, he came home on Friday nights and left again Monday mornings. On the weekends, he drank, and he drank a lot. When he drank, he became a mean man, his language was foul, he was mean to my mom, he was mean to me and to my brothers. He had two sons of his own, and they also came to live with us, but he favored them more than us, especially his younger son. In Rob’s eye, his younger son could do nothing wrong.
Rob had two sons, one was a year older than I was, and he and I got along fine, in fact, he would look after me at school when other kids tried to bully me or make fun of me, His other son was a year younger than I was, he was a fucking troublemaker, he was always doing or saying things that would purposely get me into trouble with Rob. I hated him. My two brothers were both younger than me; they were eight and six.
Dad had been sick at home for more than two years before he was hospitalized, I found out later that mom and Rob had been having their affair for over two years, it was several years later that I found that out, but it hurt me to know that mom had been cheating on dad for so long. All I can say in her defense is that she was still a good-looking young woman and dad was unable to do what men do to please a woman.
I was still a young girl; I didn’t realize that mom was an alcoholic. When Rob was around, they both drank almost all of the time and were visibly under the influence. Rob would spend money on sexy lingerie for mom, sexy lingerie that she wore unashamedly around the house most of time, it didn’t matter that the boys and I saw her in it. We all saw her big tits clearly through the see-through material. It was mostly on weekends when Rob was home from camp that she would always be at the kitchen table drinking coffee wearing her see-through tops and panties. I can only imagine how the boys liked seeing her big fucking tits and her hairy pussy. What a way to start their days off.
As I said, mom was a beautiful woman with a great body, her huge 44DD or 46D boobs were something she seemed quite proud of, she didn’t mind showing off her tits or her pussy for that matter. Rob spent a lot of money buying mom revealing blouses that showed plenty of her ample cleavage, blouses that she wore proudly to the dances on Friday and Saturday nights at the American Legion Hall. I am sure that a lot of the guys loved staring at her cleavage and that Rob loved the attention that his live-in girlfriend was getting. They danced and drank excessively at these dances. I don’t know how Rob was ever able to drive home. Mom almost always passed out, and Rob had to carry her into the house when they arrived home. He would carry her to the bedroom and drop her on the bed, drunk from drinking so much booze.
When I was about twelve, things started to change, my body was developing at a fast rate, I was growing boobs and was well ahead of my friends at school, that did cause some teasing.
Then one night, after he dropped Mom on the bed, Rob reeling with the smell of liquor, came to my room, sat on the edge of my bed covered my mouth with his rough hand, and shushed me. In a shocked surprise, I tried not to struggle (he was quite powerful) Sliding his other hand under the blanket he began feeling my tits, which he had been continually gaping at since I had developed so early. With a handful of my tit, he warned me that I could never tell anyone, “No one would believe you anyway.” After the first time, this happened frequently and it wasn’t long before he was finger fucking me. He no longer put his hand over my mouth; I knew when to keep quiet. I didn’t like what he was doing to me, he was rough and his hands were scratchy. By the time I was fourteen, he was fucking me two or three times a month which went on for a little over a year. I never looked forward to what Rob did to me when he came to my room. But in all honesty, his cock moving inside my pussy felt incredibly good. It was like I was getting a massage inside my body that excited me in a way I couldn’t explain. I didn’t enjoy everything Rob did, but I liked the fucking part, and never said anything to Mom, or anyone else.
One day in the middle of the week, while Rob was working, I walked by Mom’s room and heard her moaning. I thought she wasn’t feeling well. She often drank a lot, and I thought she might have gotten sick from having too much booze. I opened her bedroom door intending to console her, and I was stunned by what I saw. Mom lay on top of the bed completely naked, masturbating with a wiener. Looking at her with my mouth agape, she looked back and smiled as she continued working the wiener in her cunt. Beckoning me to come close she slowly fucked herself with that cellophane-wrapped wiener and said, “It’s time for you to learn a few sexual things that help us women, Rachel.”
I thought to myself, she has no idea that her boyfriend has been fucking me for months, and that I had been using a lipstick tube to masturbate. She told me how good masturbating feels, and about some of the items she used—no dildos or vibrators back then. I had only used the lid of my lipstick tube, while she told me about the wiener, cucumber, brush handle, and other things. I watched and listened to her moan while she continued fucking herself with the wiener. She must have been convinced that I was ignorant about it. But, for quite a while I had been coming home from school, going to my room, and fantasizing about some of the boys at school as I masturbated with my good ole lipstick tube.
One day while visiting Aunt Martha, my mother’s sister, she began asking about Rob. She and others among our family and friends had no regard for him. When she kept quizzing me about what was going on at our house and if Rob had been spending much time alone with me, I finally confessed that he was fucking me. Shocked, she immediately told mom and mom finally kicked Rob out.
I was glad that Rob was finally gone but I adored his oldest son, Kevin. We were pals and got along well together. He had been watching me change and shower whenever he could, which pleased me that my body was attractive to him. One day when we were out in the acreage of the property where we lived, I told him that I knew he was watching me, and that I enjoyed him doing it. Since it felt good when his dad fucked me, I wanted Billy to play with my tits and fuck me too. We had sex that day and a few more times before they were kicked out. Not eager to have Rob using me the way he did, it was cool to be making out with Kevin who was so close to my age. We laughed a lot together, particularly when we had sex. I missed him when they left, but I was glad I didn’t have to put up with his dad anymore.
After Rob and the boys left, two things happened to me that impacted the rest of my life. I was still in my early teens; my boobs were developing a lot faster than most of the other girls my age at school. We were quite poor. Rob had made enough money to help with expenses, but he wouldn’t buy me a bra. I think he liked seeing my boobs without a bra, and although I didn’t mind being braless, I did get some unwanted stares at school. Mom had a magnificent body, a tiny waist with huge boobs, 44D, and she told me how great my figure was developing. I was the only girl in my class who had breasts of a mature woman—36C and didn’t even have a bra. When I went to one of the department stores and found the size, I asked Mom if I could get one. She told me we didn’t have the money to buy it. When I started to cry, she told me that I should steal one. I hadn’t stolen anything at that time, but she said she would come with me and show me how to do it. So, as Mom distracted the store clerks, I stole my first bra.
School wasn’t good for me. Both boys and girls made fun of me, calling me names, and making fun of my large boobs that jiggled so much before I got my bras. The most embarrassing moment came when we had gym class and had to change and shower with my classmates. I knew I didn’t want to be in the changing room with any of the other girls, and for the first couple of classes, I found a way not to go. But I couldn’t avoid going to gym class and getting undressed in front of all the girls who giggled, laughed, and made jokes about my tits. The hair on my pussy embarrassed me as well. But as I looked around and saw that almost all the other girls were completely flat, with bare pussies I began feeling special. Some of the girls wore bras, which was a joke since there was nothing for their bras to hold up, which made me snicker. I had great boobs, lots of hair on my pussy, and was the only one being made fun of. Go figure.
But as for me, the other girls just stared and snickered as I walked in and out of the shower completely naked and then got dressed without putting on a bra.
The sex I had with Rob was always rough; he was always drunk and smelled of alcohol, and I really detested being with him when he was like that, his words were slurred and he was mean. He took sex from me in a way that made me feel cheap and used. I was frightened at first, the first three or four times that he fucked me were not enjoyable at all. It was forceful and I was told to keep quiet and that nobody would ever believe me if I were to tell anyone what he was doing to me. However, I did learn to relax, and I must admit that after the first few times, I did like the feel of his cock in me. I liked knowing that he had a hardon for me, and he wanted me, albeit just for sex. I would estimate that Rob fucked me a total of fifteen to twenty times altogether.
Kevin, on the other hand, was much different, he was kind, and he never pressured me. I was into it just as much as he was. I vividly remember the first time, and there was only three times that we had sex together. We had gone for a walk together out behind our property to where there was a swimming hole; we would go out there sometimes to go swimming or to just hang out. Keving and I walked out there together one summer afternoon, by that time Rob had been molesting and fucking me for quite some time. I ended up telling him about it. He promised to keep it a secret, and he told me how often his dad had beaten him and belittled him. He didn’t have any use for his father either.
After getting to the swimming hole and talking awhile, we decided to take a dip in the small pond, and like two horny teenagers, we went skinny dipping. We both doffed all our clothes and jumped into the pond. We splashed around together for a while; we got close, and he held me tight and told me that he would always be there to protect me. I liked that, it made me feel good hearing those words.
I knew then that I wanted him, I wanted him to fuck me. I reached down and found his stiff cock. I told him that I wanted him to fuck me. We really weren’t related or anything, so it would be okay to have sex. He kissed me and then led me out of the water to the land; we laid under a tree and began kissing and playing with each other. He felt me up and gently rubbed the hair on my pussy. Again, I asked him to fuck me. We had beautiful sex together, I enjoyed the feel of his hard dick pounding my needy cunt hole, and it was wonderful.
I knew that Kevin was having sex with a couple of other girls at school, he was so good looking, and a lot of girls were flirting with him. But now it was my turn, and I enjoyed every stroke of his hardness as he fucked me with passion and lust. Unlike his father, who had always used a condom when he fucked me, Kevin was unprepared and went into me bareback, so when it was time for him to blow his load, he withdrew and I watched as he slowly jerked himself off, shooting his cum off to one side of me. Kevin and I had sex three times that I remember. Once was in my bedroom and twice out by the swimming hole.
After Mom kicked Rob out, money became so scarce that we were forced to move into town to a place on the wrong side of the tracks, inhabited by people like us—poor. I made friends with a few girls there who, just like me, had been molested by men like Rob. Still fourteen, I met my first boyfriend who was eighteen. I looked much older than most girls my age, so it was easy to convince Steve that I was seventeen. Since he knew nothing of my past and that both Rob and his son Kevin had fucked me, I wanted to start with a clean slate. I wanted to be thought of as a “good girl.”
After two dates I thought I was in love with Steve. We had just been kissing, and he hadn’t yet touched me. But after a few more dates he unhooked my bra and felt me up. He was quite gentle, which I loved, taking me places in his car where I felt so proud to be sitting right next to him on one of those old-fashioned bench seats, snuggling up like Siamese twins. I just LOVED being with him.
On our next date, we parked and began kissing. As had been the case all along, he felt me up again, but this time he tried to put his hand into my pants. Since I wanted him to respect me and not treat me the way Rob had, I made him stop, the way a good girl should. It was as if I flipped a switch; he didn’t say a word, just sat up straight, started the car, and took me straight home where he said, “Goodbye Rachel,” and he never asked me out again.
A few days later, Mom asked what happened with my relationship with Steve. When I told her what he did, she looked at me, shook her head as if I were crazy, and said, “All men are the same, Rachel, all they want is cunt and tits. If you don’t give in, they’ll just get it from another girl.” Most girls would have been shocked hearing their mother talk like that, but I wasn’t, I knew what she meant, and I knew it was true. Starting with Rob, my body had been used by a guy, and although I wished for better, I figured it would probably never stop.
I was still fourteen when I met Dan, another good-looking guy who was twenty years old. Having convinced Steve I was seventeen, I had no trouble doing the same with Dan, a tall blond-haired guy, with a nice car. The first time we dated we had a perfect night together. Dan was satisfied with just kissing me and feeling me up. But the second time we went out we ended up at his house where he still lived with his mother. It was late on a nice summer evening. We were kissing under a big tree in his backyard, and he had my blouse open and my bra undone. When he lifted my skirt, I knew he wanted to fuck me, and I made no effort to stop him. After removing my skirt, he peeled off my panties. Somehow his cock was in my hand and it seemed like magic. But I couldn’t believe how huge his cock was. Rob’s cock had seemed big to me, but Dan’s had to be twice that size. And it was so hard that I could feel it vibrating. I was on my back before I knew it, my legs spread wide open as he tried to fit his massive cock inside my tight pussy. I thought there’s no fucking way he’ll get that monster inside me. He pushed in and it hurt. He tried to be gentle; I assumed he had other girls in the past that had some trouble dealing with his size, so as hard as he tried, it still hurt me, it hurt badly. But as pussies are made for cocks no matter how large, he inched it inside. He came inside me, which made his cock a little slipperier, but it still hurt so bad that I got no enjoyment from it.
I liked Dan, who treated me very well. His cock was just TOO big for me though. Being together for about three months, I let him fuck me whenever he wanted, which was only about five or six times a month. Each time we fucked I hoped it wouldn’t hurt as bad as the last time. But it did, it hurt every single time. So, after three months, I broke up with him, which started a pattern. I figured that if I only went with a guy for three months, he would never find out what a loser I was. I always broke up with the guy before he broke up with me. That way I wouldn’t get hurt by being dumped.
Paul was my next guy. I was approaching fifteen and he was twenty. It seemed that I was attractive or intriguing to older guys, most of whom were nice. Like Dan, Paul was good to me. But he wanted to know more about my family and how I was raised, which caused me to lie to him a lot. He used to take me to a friend’s house, where we would spend the night when his friend was away. So, for the first time in my short life, I was having sex with a boyfriend in a REAL bed. We would lounge around that house in our underwear or get naked together. Paul was comfortable and I loved being with him. His cock wasn’t too big like Dan’s and the feeling of it inside me seemed like what it was supposed to be between a man and a woman. He was gentle, so making love with him in that nice bed was heavenly.