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

Hi, 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 14 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.