Vanilla Slut
Copyright© 2022 by Maracorby
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Kaitlyn is a good girl. But then why does she keep doing such bad-girl things? It's not her fault - it's a neurological disorder. When she smells vanilla, she is irresistibly compelled to have sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft Mult Teenagers NonConsensual Reluctant Fiction School Group Sex First Facial Oral Sex
In the days that followed, Stacy still wouldn’t talk to me, or acknowledge me at school. That’s when I started to think of myself as a slut. What other explanation was there for the things I was doing?
I had always been sure that I was going to do it right: get a boyfriend, fall in love, and have lots of monogamous teen-aged hormone-fueled sex. I certainly never had any expectations of waiting until I was married, or even college. My parents didn’t either: my family was pretty open and realistic about sex. When I was younger I never had a problem asking my mom to explain a dirty joke or song lyrics, and she would never hesitate to tell me. When I was twelve, my mom and I even spent a week singing a dirty Liz Phair around the house all the time as an inside joke. (“Give me your hot white come...”) The only rules my parents had put on me, for when I became sexually active, were: use protection; don’t be impulsive; and be honest with myself about my choices.
Well, I had certainly thrown the first two rules out the window. As for honesty? I couldn’t deny what I had done, so all I could do was try to reason why. What I came up with was that I was eager to have sex, and that I didn’t care much about with whom or what people thought.
Once I accepted this mindset, it was freeing. I started reacting more positively to attention from boys at school, and pretty soon I was going on frequent dates. Vic took me home one day after school and played his guitar for me. He was singing to me. I knew that he probably did that with lots of girls, but it still made me feel special. We made out, and he gave me my first ever hickey, on top of my left boob. Then he fucked me on the battered old couch in his basement. It was a lovely experience.
After a movie and dinner, Josh sketched my face in charcoal. I made him come in his underwear just by playing with his balls, looking him in the eyes, and whispering dirty talk. He said I had the sexiest whisper he had ever heard. He wanted to sketch my entire body, nude, but I wouldn’t let him, so he settled for just my butt as I lay on his bed, face down. Once he finished drawing me, he tried to mount me like that. I was willing, but for some reason he couldn’t get hard, so instead he finger-banged me into next week.
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