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Her path took many turns as she found sex where ever any male was around. (MMg, extreme-ped, inc, orgy) *** Thoughts, which are words, flow from my mind, down my spine, and end up in the tips of my fingers, as they press lightly on the keypad of my computer. One must follow the story and make their own determination as to the validity of the story being fiction or nonfiction. As for myself, I can assuredly understand the decision the reader will face as their eyes read the description of my young body being subjected to stimulation. You, Reader, decide if the contents of this story are real or a figment of my imagination. At the same time place yourself inside, at the time my story commences, inside my 10-year-old body, experience your first sexual exposure by family members. ***** My family would spend the hot summer days in a cabin along side French Creek, which my mom's sister and her husband owned. Living in Pittsburgh in the 50 and 60's, it was a special treat when dad and mom would take us kids to the cabin for a week or more several times each summer. This story happened around the time I would have been 10 years old. The whole family had traveled to the Union City area where the cabin was located. For weeks, mom, I, and my siblings stayed at the cabin, while dad and the other men returned to Pittsburgh to work. During one week the men were all present. Staying at the cabin were, mom and dad, Uncle Franz and Aunt June, my parents best friends' Max and Jane. Also my mom's brother, my Uncle Eddie, as well as my four siblings who were younger than I, was also staying at the cabin. Now for what happened to me that I still find no way to account for the entire situation that occurred in the cabin the week we were all there. It was really hot and we kids would sleep in just our panties, and in fact wore only our under pants, shorts with no tops or our bathing suits during the day. Saturday night after going to bed, I awoke to find someone was pulling my panties down over my hips, until they were eased off my legs. Yet I could not see who was undressing me as the room I slept in was very dark. The room was without windows and other than from the door, no light shined into my personal room. In reality the room was only about five by 8 feet and was divided from another larger room. Being hot and with no window to allow air to enter the room, it was common for me to sleep in my underpants. Evidently I went right back to sleep in my childhood ways, as most children do when they wake at night, then go back to sleep. Then I seemed to become aroused from my sleep and felt what seemed like someone laying on top of me. But not heavy and directly on top of me, but more like they were laying up over me in some manner. I remember my legs being pushed apart and something touching against my thing with which I peed. The feelings seemed to come and go and I became somewhat awake but cannot remember all that happened. The person who was over my body was bumping something against the opening between my legs and I remember it felt good as it rubbed against me. My knowledge of sex told me that what was happening was assuredly sex, but it didn't hurt and actually felt good. Then it seemed that the thing rubbing against me pushed inside me a little way. After a few minutes I felt a hot substance between my legs. In my youthful ignorance, I assumed I had peed the bed and hoped mom wouldn't be upset or tell anyone else. The next day when I had walked to favorite "hide out," after the person crawled into my bed, I found some adult magazines under the brush where I played. This special hideout of mine was some thick brush that was in front of some rock outcropping that I'd found by crawling under the brush to get to the rocks. There was a fairly large place where I could play and be alone. When I found the magazines, my first thought was that someone had discovered my personal hideout. Then my mind completely forgot about someone finding my hideout when I opened one of the three magazines left under the brush. The pages opened up a new world of excitement to my 10-year-old mind. Viewing the magazines, I saw pictures of women and men nude, and the pictures showed white stuff squirting out of the men's things, which I didn't understand. I believe at that point I believed when boys and men peed, and it was white stuff. I was somewhat familiar with sex, but the overall details I found in the magazine pictures, I didn't relate to what I had experienced the previous night. Looking at the pictures allowed me to somewhat understood that the wetness, I had felt on me the previous night was evidently the stuff squirting out of the men's things in the magazine photographs. One of the magazines had photos of men's things inside the opening between women's legs. Some showed the women having the men's things in their butt. My mind could not really associate what I was seeing with sex but I realized that was what the books were all about. I don't remember ever thinking about who put them under the brush, but I realize after being older that someone had placed them where they knew I would discover them. I'm certain that whoever put the magazines in my hiding place was almost certainly the same one who got in my bed and bumped their thing against mine. The next night after going to bed I tried to stay awake, in the event someone did enter my room, and I would be able to see who would enter my room again. Especially if they were planning on doing it again. However I went to sleep and when I awoke someone was again on top of me and my panties had been removed. This time I looked forward to feeling the wet stuff on me and when I felt it squirt between my legs, I just held my breath until the man left my room. When the feeling of someone laying over me ended and I was alone in the bed, I eventually went back to sleep. Before going back to sleep I moved my hand down to feel my thing and it felt different after being touched by a man's thing as it had been. Surprise was not the word to describe the thoughts that went through my mind when my fingers touched the wetness that had been splashed against my thing by the person who had gotten into bed with me. The feeling of the wet stuff was unlike anything I had ever touched in my young life. Moving my fingers and hands over my tummy and between my legs I begin to rub my thing for the very first time, and it made me feel funny inside. My finger pushed the creamy stuff inside me but was likely only because it was on my fingers but I didn't intentionally push it up into my thing. To this day I remember how my little hole started to feel funny as I moved my finger all over and even inside it, and it scarred me, and I stopped. Each night after that, for the whole week someone crawled into bed with me. I would awake to the feeling of something rubbing my thing between my legs. In fact the wet feeling I realized was not from my peeing, but the person rubbing me was peeing that white stuff of his on me. My mind said I should tell my mom but I was afraid she would become mad at me and blame me for something that I wasn't even sure as to what was happening. Each day I would go by myself to my hiding place and look at the magazines. One day a different book was there and it contained stories. When I read it, I discovered what the white stuff was called come. That men squirted comes when they engaged in sex of any kind. After reading some of the articles I knew that someone was having sex with me. Different times my mom had told me not to allow boys to touch me between my legs. Even in school the teacher had spoken about being molested. Yet I didn't believe what was being done to me harmful. In fact I found it exciting that I was having sex, but shouldn't be, I understood. Saturday night came; I again tried to stay awake but was unable to do so. Yet the person came into my bed and must have been surprised as I had removed my panties before laying down to sleep. The difference this night was entirely different from the previous times the person got into my bed and rubbed his thing between my legs. After the person bumped his thing against mine, he laid down beside me in the bed. He reached over and pulled me against him and we lay on our sides. Whoever was in bed with me knew I was awake, and as I lay on my left side, the man pulled my tiny leg up and placed his thing between a mine and then just lay with me. My mind was full of wonder as I knew what was happening and I felt excited and scarred at the same time. After a short time the man began to move his thing back and forth between my clinched thighs and when it stroked against my thing it felt really great. After a short while the man took his thing in his hand, after pulling my leg up on top of his, moved his thing up and down my tiny slit. Each time it moved at the top of my thing it felt even better. The man knew I was enjoying what he was doing when I made a little "awgh" sounds, he placed his finger over my mouth to let me know to be quite and not make any noise. Then the man was rubbing his thing just at the spot at the top of my thing that I had only found in the past nights when I rubbed my thing after the man had put his come on me. My hips started to move just a little from the feeling I was receiving. The sensations would not allow me to lie still on my side as I became excited. After a short time the man moved me onto my back and positioned himself between my legs. Never could I have believed that this would be happening to me as my mind kept thinking of what I had seen in the magazines as they showed only adults. I knew that men weren't supposed to do this with little girls but I liked the feeling of his thing against mine. I thought of how each night after the man had squirted his stuff against me I would play my fingers in the soothing creamy stuff and liked feeling it as I pushed it into the edge of my little narrow opening. Then the rubbing commenced again in a few minutes and this time it seemed to hurt and felt like he was trying to push his thing inside my opening. This night I was certain someone was having sex with me. It felt good, though I was scarred about it and knew it was wrong. I remember the man reached between our bodies and it seemed he was using his fingers to pull my thing open. When his fingers touched the spot at the top I shuddered as he kept pushing it inside my thing, and kind of squeezed my thing some way between his finger tips. Yet it felt good and I enjoyed feeling my thing being rubbed and getting wet as I had determined what was being placed against me in my private body area. The second time I felt the man try to get it deeper inside me, I became really frightened and didn't understand what I should do as it hurt. Perhaps I was too small for the thing to enter my thing. I didn't know if that was true but the man continued to rub it up and down my slit, trying to get it inside me. After feeling it get me wet again, as the man did the come thing. Whoever was doing it, got up and left the room after he got me wet the second time. I remember seeing three or four flashes of light after the person left my room. The flashes of light were not all together, but seemed to be a minute or so apart. The next morning when I work up my thing felt sore and was covered in some type of dried flakily stuff and it was all over my stomach and between my legs and down to my butt. The stuff was all over the bed as well. It was still dark, so I went back to sleep while holding my hand and fingers over my sex in an attempt too easy the soreness I felt. Sometime later I again woke to someone being on top of me and rubbing his thing against mine. This time it only lasted a very short time until I felt him come and his stuff squirted against my thing. Before going back to sleep me again, someone else crawled into bed with me. I knew it was the one who first started rubbing me between my legs. My visitor's body was different from the one who had just left my bed, and this is the one who came to me each night and had laid in bed with his thing between my legs and then tried to push inside my little hole. The vee between my legs was really wet from all the come on it and this time as the man pushed against my thing I felt it slip a little way inside me. A few years later I understood that the man had lodged the head of his penis into my body. At 10, I only knew it to begin to hurt when he attempted to push deeper inside my body. After the man had somewhat fixed his thing firmly in the opening, between my 10 years gracefully slender legs, he commenced moving it just slightly back and forth in my little hole. I started to enjoy feeling it pushing in and out and begin my own involuntary movements of my hips. At one point I remember his seeming to push deeper as I moved upward with his thing pushing up into my body. A sharp pain caused me to jerk back away from the contact of the man. After that he simply moved it just in the edge again. A few years later I was able to determine that he had pushed against my immature hymen. As the man continued to move within me, I would feel the sharp pain but he always stopped pushing deeper into me when he felt me try to break the contact with his thing. Several minutes passed and I felt the man trying to push deeper inside my body, I became freighted but instead of hurting me he just shook and I felt his thing quiver like and I knew he was squirting his cream inside my adolescent body. This caused a different feeling inside my sex and even with a slight pain; I enjoyed the deeper contact than just on the outer edges. After he did that, he lay on top of me and after a while I felt his thing get small and slip out of the edge of my thing. When he got up from my bed and left the room, I reached my fingers down and touched my opening. It felt sore and was really wet and when I pushed my fingers down to the opening I could feel the creamy come running out of me. My knowledge of sex was limited but I had no doubt that I had just had sex. That the pain I experienced from having the man push against my hymen told me that something made it hurt but I didn't know what a hymen or "cherry" was at 10 years of age. Just I was going back to sleep the lights flashed several times. Once I felt the man kneel on the bed, between my legs, and push them wider apart. At that age I didn't realize that the man was taking pictures of my thing and the come that was running out of my body. That should have been the end of a young girl's sexual dilemma, but by the next few months and again the following December, contact with adults continued. For the rest of the summer, I and my younger siblings would stay at the French Creek cabin with either of our parents, my mother's parent or my Grandpa Nick, or Uncle Franz and Aunt June. One week only I stayed with my Grandpa Nick at the cabin, as my grandmother had to go home as her brother was sick and she went to help take of him and his wife. The first night Grandpa Nick and I were alone, he came into the bathroom while I was bathing. He said he had to pee and couldn't wait until I was through with my bath. I watch as Grandpa Nick pulled his thing out of his underwear and urinated in front of me. My eyes never left the image of his thing as he used the toilet in front of me. Though I remember being embarrassed with Grandpa Nick being in the bathroom while I bathed, I wasn't to upset. I considered this the same as when my siblings and I would walk around nude or wearing just our underwear. Perhaps I recognized he was exposing himself in front of me but our family was not really that up tight about nudity, although we rarely walked around in front of each other nude. Seeing Grandpa Nicks' thing I recognized that it was what had been bumped against my little female thing that wasn't suppose to be touched by adults, or anyone for that matter. When it was time for bed, Grandpa Nick asked me, "Honey, why don't you curl up in bed with Grandpa Nick tonight, as Grandma Eva isn't here to keep us company tonight?" Sometimes my Grandpa Nick would take me and my siblings with them on vacation when they spent a few weeks in Florida. During these trips, my siblings and me sometimes slept in the same bed with our Grandpa Nick or even our parents, as we didn't have the money to have separate rooms. Crawling into bed with Grandpa Nick wasn't any different form when we would be at Florida, and I remember snuggling up against Grandpa Nick and going to sleep. That night I didn't wear anything to bed except my panties. Sometime during the night I awoke and felt Grandpa Nick was holding me in his arms and I could feel this thing moving back and forth between my thighs. More surprising was the fact that I realized my panties had been removed while I was asleep. I felt Grandpa Nick moving his thing between my little thighs, I pretended to be asleep. I was apprehensive to let him know I was awake, the same as I had when I first felt the bumping and rubbing of the men's things against the vee of my body at the cabin. My mind said I shouldn't allow this to be happening and that men weren't supposed to touch a girl on her private body parts. Yet I enjoyed the stimulation I was receiving from this as I had previously, the times someone had done this the few weeks before. Finally I felt Grandpa Nick reach down and take his thing in his hand and rub it against me and it started to feel really different that it ever had previously. Grandpa Nick seemed to hub it against the very top of my little cleft, and then he pulled my leg up on top of his leg. Finally I felt the warm wet stuff come out of Grandpa Nick's thing and land on me. Grandpa Nick made some really funny sounds and as I lay there with my leg on his and his stuff was all over my thing, he reached down and took his fingertip and rubbed it across my thing. Before long I felt Grandpa Nick using his finger to rub the stuff on my thing, it seemed he was trying to push it up inside me with his fingers. At one point it hurt when it seemed his finger got kind of deep inside. However, I just lay and let him believe I was still sleeping and eventually I did go back to sleep with Grandpa Nick's thing against my tiny hole. Sometime during the night I awoke to find I was laying on top of Grandpa Nick and his thing was wedged up against my little sex and it felt good. Before long I commenced to rub myself against his thing and I felt like something was going to happen between my little thighs. When it did, I just shut my eyes and pushed really hard against Grandpa Nick's thing with my immature sex. It wasn't until years later that I determined that was the start of my masturbating, which has continued even to this current time. For the reminder of the week I sleep in bed with Grandpa Nick and I would pretend to be asleep so I could feel him bump and rub against my opening with his stick thing. My body seemed to crave the feeling I was receiving from the contact between or bodies and I would rub against the sheets if I didn't get to rub the vee of my legs against Grandpa Nick's thing. One night after I had gone to sleep, I awoke to find Grandpa Nick was laying between my legs and his thing was pushing inside the opening of my thing. It seemed that it was part way up inside me and I was astonished to find it had somehow been able to get in me. Finally as Grandpa Nick moved it in and out, it hurt and I cried out from the pain like feeling. Grandpa Nick stopped moving inside me and then worked it back and forth as deep as he could until I would say, "Ouch." That we were having sex, I knew, but for whatever the reason I didn't feel it was actually having intercourse that I had been warned about. When I felt Grandpa Nick wet inside me, it seemed he pushed deeper and it hurt but I enjoyed feeling the wet stuff up inside me deep for the very first time. After it was over, I must have gone to sleep immediately and I didn't wake up the next morning until almost 10 o'clock. When I felt Grandpa Nick pushing inside me and I cried out, I understood that Grandpa Nick was sure I was awake. Yet he ignored my sounds, but he didn't say anything to me but continued to move his thing back and forth. The only sounds he made were not words but more like grunts as we lay together. I can remember that I enjoyed the feeling of his moving back and forth but I was scarred, also. This was likely this first time that I was actually aware that what I had happen to me at French Creek, and then with Grandpa Nick was sex. That it was actually sex I remember it as feeling pleasant, and wondered why it was suppose to be bad and such, but more than anything, I liked it, a bad thing or not, it felt good. Until the weekend arrived and my parents returned with Grandma Eva, I would go to bed with Grandpa Nick without wearing any panties. Grandpa Nick never spoke to me in bed, and I never said anything, to him. I just knew what we would do and I allowed it without complaining or protesting. Feeling the wet stuff inside me, I soon looked forward to happening. In fact that was the part I enjoyed the most. For some reason nothing occurred the rest of the summer, even though we spent almost each week or weekends at the French Creek cabin. Some nights I would wake up and wish that some man would be in bed with me and bump his thing against mime and splash his wet stuff between my legs. The time I had spent alone with Grandpa Nick made me want the feeling of a man's thing inside the entrance of my body. Usually I would rub my thing against the sheets or sometimes rub my thing against a towel I had placed against the sink in the bathroom. I never really got the satisfaction I desired but it helped. Until Thanksgiving Week nothing happened between my family members and me. I did wonder if my siblings were experiencing the same sex play that I had with the men. My Grandpa Nick was the only one during that time that I really knew who was touching me in what was suppose to be inappropriate with a child. Myself, I found it enjoyable and wish it would happen again. Over the Thanksgiving week, my Uncle Franz and Aunt June took me with them to Florida for a week at their Clearwater Beach timeshare. This was my first time to fly and I was really excited. After landing in Tampa, Uncle Franz rented a car, and we drove to their timeshare on Clearwater Beach. After unpacking, Aunt June said she was taking me shopping and I should take a shower before we left. While I was showering, Aunt June entered the bathroom with Uncle Franz, and as I stepped from the tub, Aunt June started to dry me off. I remember she made it like a game so I thought nothing of the intimacy between us. Especially when she dried between my legs and sometimes didn't use the towel. Aunt June told Uncle Franz, "Here, dry our cute little niece." Even Uncle Franz touching me didn't seem a problem, as I laughed while they dried me. The shops were really neat and when Aunt June said I needed a new bathing suit, she had me try on two piece bikinis and I loved them. Until then my bathing suits were one piece and usually had some kind of ruffle around the middle of them and they looked ugly. Aunt June seemed to know just how to make me happy with the clothes she let me pick out or those she insisted I needed. Either way, this was like a big Christmas for me. Several times Aunt June would find it necessary to adjust my clothes as I tried them on, and at one point stroked me between my legs until I squirmed and giggled. She laughed and I remember her asking, "You like that, Jade?" By the time Aunt June called it quits and we returned home, I had several new skirts, shorts and tops, and three new dresses. I was in heaven thinking of all the new clothes I had just gotten. Never had my parents been able to purchase this many clothes for me at one time. Aunt June told me that the dresses would be necessary when the three of us went out to dinner in nice restaurants. That night when I got dressed up, as did Aunt June as Uncle Franz, we went to the nicest and most expensive restaurant I had ever been in and couldn't believe what it was like to sit next to the window and see Tampa Bay and the people walking along the water's edge. Over dinner, Uncle Franz would occasionally reach out and rub my arm and tell me how beautiful I looked and he was glad I was having the trip with him and Aunt June. A few times his hand would pat my leg while we were speaking over dinner, but I wished his thing would touch me between my legs. After eating, the three of us walked along the beach and I looked up where we had eaten dinner and said, "Look Uncle Franz that is where we ate and looked at the water. Now people are looking at us like we did when we were in the restaurant." That night as we got ready for bed, Aunt June said I didn't need to sleep alone and if I wished, could sleep between her and Uncle Franz. I got in bed with just the new slick rayon panties Aunt June had purchased for me when we were shopping. Sometime during the night I woke up and felt Uncle Franz's hands were pulling my panties down. Without raising my hips to help him, he finally got my panties down and over my feet. My mind told me what was about to happen and I was anxious to feel someone push and rub my thing and have the creamy stick stuff against my little hole. How I knew, I'm uncertain, but I realized Uncle Franz's thing was really small from the other's I had felt bumping against my opening. After maybe five minutes, I felt Uncle Franz move so he could pull me onto my side and pull my leg up over his. Uncle Franz guided his tiny thing and commenced rubbing it between and inside the opening between my legs. The feeling I got from Uncle Franz wasn't nearly as good as I had when the others had touched me in such a manner. Then Uncle Franz rolled me onto my back and moved the end of his thing inside me and started moving it back and forth. It started to hurt inside as it had with Grandpa Nick only this time I could feel it going deeper into my body. Then it hurt really bad, and it made me want to cry, but I remained silent. For some reason I knew I was being violated completely by Uncle Franz and I didn't enjoy it like I had with Grandpa Nick. Within a few moments Uncle Franz used his hands on my hips to pull me tight against him. His lips moved onto mine and he was giving me my first kiss. Pulling me toward him as he pushed against me, Uncle Franz pushed his thing in deep and it really hurt. I attempted to get away as it really hurt, but before I could move, Uncle Franz pushed my legs upward and farther apart with his. I felt him bumping in and out of me and it continued to hurt and I wanted to cry but knew it would wake up Aunt June. Later I determine Aunt June was awake and had been a part of preparing me for Uncle Franz assaulting me, and I understood was his taking my virginity. How long I lay under Uncle Franz I can't really state. It seemed to last forever with Uncle Franz and I wanted it to end, and finally it did, and I felt his thing wet inside my body. My mind told me I had just had sex and I was scarred. In my innocent mind, I feared I would become pregnant. After Uncle Franz went to sleep and I believed Aunt June was as well, I lay between them and started crying over what had happened. How long I lay awake I'm uncertain but I know that it was likely an hour. For some reason the act with Uncle Franz was a complete violation of my young body, whereas with Grandpa Nick and the others, who got in my bed made it seem fun. The next morning Aunt June got up and left Uncle Franz and I alone in the bed. Before long I felt Uncle Franz moving his hands between my legs and before long he was pushing his thing up inside me. It hurt and I felt sore but I didn't say anything and finally after a few minutes I knew he had wet his stuff in me again, then we both got out of bed and I took a shower and ate breakfast with my aunt and uncle. When I arose from the bed, I saw blood all over the lower part of my body and on the bed sheets. I wanted to cry, but instead I ran into the bathroom. After my bath, I returned to the bedroom to get my stuff and saw that Aunt June had made the bed and I knew she had seemed the blood. For the remainder of the trip, I slept with Uncle Franz. In fact, he and I started sleeping in the spare bedroom and Aunt June slept in the bed where I had lost my virginity. Uncle Franz made no effort to hide the fact we were having sex and he taught me many ways to satisfy himself, and I guess myself. Some nights Uncle Franz would do it several times, maybe four or more, I have lost count of the times by this late time in my life. One night he licked between my legs and I remembered seeing this being done to women in the magazines I had found under the brush where I played at French Creek. Feeling Uncle Franz licks between my legs, I enjoyed very much and afterwards hoped he would do it again but he never performed that on me again. A few times Uncle Franz asked me to take his thing into my mouth but I refused and he would tell me I didn't love him like he did me. After a couple of times of his asking, I finally did take his thing into my mouth and when he let his stuff come in my mouth I thought I would throw up. I never did it to him again, but I love doing oral sex now. While staying at Clearwater Beach, Aunt June took me shopping almost every day and I knew she was doing it to keep me from telling anyone what Uncle Franz was doing with me. Aunt June would not have had to worry, as I beginning to enjoy feeling Uncle Franz between my legs and push his tiny thing inside my body. If I was to make an estimate of how large his thing was, today, it must have been only about the size of my middle finger. This may be the reason Aunt June and Uncle Franz never had children. I do know that I was lucky that he wasn't bigger when he started having sex with me as I was very slim and my thing wasn't very big then or even currently. Once, when I was a few years older, a man's semen squirted on and inside my sex, and I knew it was what had occurred each night that week at French Creek was sex with Uncle Franz. The man wanted photos of me with his stuff all over my thing. I believe it was shortly after my thirteenth birthday when the man asked to take my picture and offered me $20, This happened one day when I had went by myself to the city park about three blocks form where we lived. While I was playing on the swings a man came over and started to speak with me and he had a camera with him and asked if he could take my photo. I was wearing a short dress and the man asked me to swing really high up so he could get some good shots. At the time my inexperience didn't tell me that he wanted to look up under my dress and view my legs. This was around 1967, so people weren't as aware of men being a problem for young girls. After several minutes the man said to me, "You're so nice, I'll treat you to some ice cream at the drug store across the street." My mind said I shouldn't go with him but I felt as it was just across the street it would be ok. While eating ice cream the man said he would give me another twenty dollars if I would go to his place and let him take more photographs. "By the way, my name is Stu, so you can call me that if you wish." To me that was a lot of money and I was scarred but he seemed nice so I said, "OK." I wondered how I could keep the money without my mother knowing I had that much money or how I had gotten the money. The man must have read my mind as he told me, "Just tell your mom you found the money on the ground in the park." His apartment was about four blocks away and I walked behind him to his place so it didn't appear I was with him, Once inside he spoke with me a while, took some pictures and even had me put on a bathing suit to have me pose in for him. When he asked me to pose for him in the nude I said no, but he talked me into it. Without a doubt, no more than ten minutes had passed and I was laying on his bed with my clothes off. Then the man commenced to remove his clothes and moved on the bed with me and continued to take pictures of me. I knew it was wrong to be nude and it was against the law for someone to photograph a young girl nude, but I felt like I was liked and allowed it to continue. While the man took the pictures, he had me move so he could see my thing and my just starting to developing breast. My breast had started to puff out and were really just breast buds. At this point in my life I still had very little hair on my moms. In fact, until I was at least 18, my pubic hair was only a small patch of reddish fine hairs that lay flat on my mons, and had no curl. Until I was in my late 20's, my pubic hair only adorned my mons, and finally a light growth of silk red hair grew down onto my labia. Even today, I have very little hair on my labia and mons and it has turned into a lovely auburn color, which I wish was the color of the hair on my head. Eventually Stu walked on his knees to where he was between my legs and had me hold them really wide apart. When I felt him move so his thing was against mine, I just took it as part of what had happened with me the times at French Creek and with Uncle Franz in Florida. He pushed it in me and he was big and he had trouble pushing it up inside me at first. While he was doing it to me he continued to photograph me, especially it seemed of my face and where our things were joined together. The man did it to me twice that day and after he was done, took close up photos of my vagina covered with his wetness. He had me stand up over him and as I did so, he pointed the camera up and took pictures of the stuff dripping from inside my body, By the time I turned 14, I must have been with this man a hundred times. After a few times of meeting with "Stu," the photographer, I started to enjoy his having sex with me. Thinking back over the number of times we had sex, I wonder why he never wanted to have oral sex with me or for me to perform oral sex on him. One fact I do remember about his wanting sex was when he asked me to let a friend pose with me. That scarred me but one day I replied, "Who is it?" "Just a friend and you'll like him, so how about it? I'll give you an extra five dollars." The following week when I walked into his apartment, I almost left as there was a large black man sitting on the sofa. Stu could tell I was upset and he assured me, "You'll enjoy my best friend Koho, so just relax." My family had never associated with blacks and in school I simply stayed away from them. Now my friend wanted me to pose with a black man. After a while I undressed and I felt odd to be nude in front of Koho and held my hands over my breast and kept my legs crossed as I sat on the sofa. Finally Stu said it was time to do the photos and we walked into the bedroom. I watched as Koho undressed and his body was large and firm and very bark, almost ebony in color. When he was fully unclothed, I couldn't believe how large his thing seemed to be and it reminded me of the comments you would hear around school or even at home about black men having large penises. At first Stu only took photos of me alone or of Koho by himself. Then he had me pose with Koho, and when Koho took my hand and placed it on his penis, I realized how big and hard it was. In addition I realized that this was the first one I had really ever held onto or touched a penis and I was frightened and unsure what I should do. Then Koho moved me down onto the bed, and his hands were so large that he could easily hold both my small hips in one of his hands. At that time I likely weighed about 90 pounds and although I wasn't skinny, I was very small, in body size. I remember telling Stu, "No, I can't let him do anything; he is so big and will smoother me." That comment wasn't about his penis but his large muscular body that assuredly was 225 pounds in weight. Yet I didn't try to get up and evidently having allowed all the previous sexual encounters happen since I was 10, I lay passive and allowed Koho to do as he wished. Looking at Koho as I lay supine on the bed, Stu begins taking photographs as Koho rubbed his penis over my vagina. Then a new twist was added to the photo sessions as Stu begin to use a video camera to record the sex between Koho and myself. Looking at the side of the bed I could watch what was happening, while Stu video taped me having sex with Koho. I could not believe how Stu would film me between my legs and even my small breast. The thought came into my mind that I had never seen any of the photographs Stu had taken of me and now I could view on the TV what the photos would have been like. Only this was with a black man, I became afraid of what was going on and commenced crying. Stu stopped filming and said I would look beautiful on the video and he would pay me another $20 dollar for making a movie with Koho. Finally I stopped crying and the filming begins again. Koho was now between my legs and he pulled my right leg up onto his shoulder and this allowed my sex to be wide open and I could view it on the TV. Watching the TV I saw Koho place his penis at the lips of my thing. The image was weird for me to watch but also fascinating as Koho's large dark black looking penis, which almost appeared to be purple in color, was pushing up and down between my labia. Looking at my thing being parted by Koho's dark black thing made me feel strange but then I felt and saw at the same time; his large fingers pull my thing open as he rubbed against my sex. Never had I saw or felt anything like this before when someone played with me. Kohio used his large fingers to kind of reach inside my vagina and pull it open and at the same time, pulled the inner labia out and held me open for Stu to video tape my tiny opening. For the first time ever I was able to see what happens when a penis slides up inside me. At first it didn't seem to fit, then I felt my self being spread open and being stuck with the large black thing Kohio had between his legs. All at once Kohio was trying to push his thing in me and it hurt as it was so thick and really large around the end. I remember thinking it looked like a black baseball. It was so round looking and dark. Looking at Stu I saw he had placed two more video cameras on stands. One was by the bed near my head and the other was kind of off to the side so it showed my body and Koho's from the side and down from our heads. Kohio commenced working his penis deeper into me and I cried out it hurt and to stop as I couldn't take it as it was too large. Looking around I could see the TV which was focused on my face and the look on my face showed the pain I was feeling my being stuffed by Koho's big thing. When Kohio had driven about half of his manhood into my body I cried out, "No more, it is too big, take it out. NO! It is too much, it hurts. STOP!!" Stu spoke to Kohio and said to him, "Give her all that hard black cock, as I have the cameras ready to capture her screams and pain." I know what was about to happen but I was unable to move or stop what I knew was going to be painful. Watching first one camera and then another, I observed Kohio pull back slightly from my thing and then shove with all his might again deep into my body. "STOP - TAKE IT OUT - NO MORE, I can't stand it anymore, it hurts," I screamed out as Kohio continued driving in and out of my sex. I could sec blood easing out from my sex when Kohio pulled back out. How long I was taken by Kohio I really don't know but I did not leave Stu's apartment until just before 5:00 that afternoon. The worst was when Kohio took me while I was on my hands and knees and he could drive into me from behind. That hurt worse than when he was on top of me and completely covered my small body with his. After he had ridden me from behind he pulled out and pushed his penis against my back hole. It hurt and the tears flowed from my eyes as he entered me. It was a considerable time before Kohio was able to enter my butt completely, but when he was lodged as deep in my bowels as he could reach with his large black penis, he simply held it deep inside without moving it back and forth. After a few minutes' Kohio commenced pulling it out of my butt and then pushing it back inside me until I could feel his curly and kinky hair against my hips. The total time he took my butt, I cried and begged him to stop. There is no doubt that this video must have been well liked from the expressions on my face and the sounds and crying that was captured as I received my first anal sex I have ever had. I can guarantee you that no man will ever take my butt again. NEVER, although I did allow Stu to video me doing it with a man who I don't even remember his name, about a week later. That was the last time; you can believe me that I ever did that again! By the time I left Stu's apartment my body felt sore and ached and my sex was sore and still bleeding a little. My butt hurt so bad it was difficult to set down when I got home. After dinner I had to do the dishes and it was about all I could do to stand at the sink and work. Two days later I was eating some ice cream at the drug store and Stu came in and sat down next to me. "Hi, how are you doing Jade?" Then he asked me, "Want to do some more photos today?" "No, I'm still sore and I'm afraid my mom will find out what I've been doing," I told him as I ate my ice cream. Stu told me that everyone liked my video with Kohio, and he would like to do another one with me cause I felt so great to hold. The next one would be with Kohio and his brother, Kahn. Telling him I would never do another with Kohio as he hurt me and you allowed him to do as he pleased to me, I'll pay you a hundred dollars to let me shoot you with Kohio and Kahn. Just this once more he asked me, then said, "I promise I will never ask you again." Finally I asked, "For a hundred dollars, really?" I asked Stu to wait a few days until I wasn't sore any longer. So we planned on filming on the following Tuesday. Needless to say Kahn was as big as Kohio and by the end of the afternoon my body was completely taken to the point of exhaustion. The worst of the time, and the first time they did me that afternoon, was when they had sex with me, and Kohio had me set down over his large penis. While I was straddling Koho, and had his penis deep inside my tummy, it hurt to be so full of his penis. I sat on Koho's groin while I forced myself to move up and down on his thick penis. I felt Kahn playing with my back hole and said, "No, don't touch me there," Then I felt Kahn rubbing something slick all over my butt, and then he was entering my butt with his large penis. Kahn had a larger penis than Koho and it was assuredly half again as thick. I cried and begged them to stop as I felt like I would explode or tear myself open with the large things in both my holes. The sex lasted at least an hour and I watched the TV as they drove in and out of my pussy and butt. Once that afternoon, Kahn had me rest on my hands and knees, on the edge of the bed, and he took me from behind. When he shoved as hard up into me as he was able to do, I could only cry out from the brutal pain of feeling the thick head of his penis striking my uterus. After he shot his stuff in me, Stu moved around behind me and filmed me as I was on all fours, and Kahn's juice ran out of my sex. Then Koho moved behind me and he rode me for what seemed like forever, and when he shot his wet stuff inside me, Kahn again took me doggie style, as they referred to what they were doing. Unknown to me, Stud had called a couple of more men, who were as large and had thick penises hanging from their body. When I refused to let them do me, Stu said he would give me another $100 if I allowed them to do it with me. The money swayed my mind, and I was rode till all I could do was simply lay on back and my sex crammed over and over by the four large phalluses the men possessed. By the end of the afternoon, I was assuredly done twenty some times, and for several days it hurt to even urinate. I went to a clinic and was told I was bruised and had an infection, and the nurse who was seeing me asked how old I was, and how did I get so messed up inside. I told her I was eighteen, and my husband had a "big wiener", and we had done it a lot, as he was home on leave from the service. One day Stu told me he was moving and gave me a hundred dollars after I had allowed an older woman perform sex on me, and I with her. I enjoyed her licking me and the way she moved her fingers inside my sex while licking on my clit and slit, but the taste of her when I licked her I didn't enjoy at all. Stu said he would see me in a few weeks. He never showed up, and even though I know why, I still wonder why he never asked to take more pictures of me? The pleasure I received from this man photographing me made me believe I was a famous model and I even started to look forward to our clandestine meetings. Somehow I didn't consider that I was having actual intercourse with Stu. With Kohio and Kahn I knew that was sex and wouldn't agree to any such session with those two again when Stu asked. Some days when I didn't see Stu I would wonder if he was mad at me. My life that summer was one of wild and crazy desires to be near Stu and having him penetrate me and squirt his white stuff inside and all over my body. Most likely I became addicted to having sex with Stu. He was always gentle and it felt good but I don't remember ever having an orgasm. Even the knowledge that the wetness of the man had dried on my body, I was never able to determine if this wasn't all a dream of some sort for several years after the occurrences, and still did until I was more than forty. Even more surprising was that I didn't became pregnant from being with this man as I had commenced my periods about a month prior to meeting Stu, the photographer. Although my monthly periods consisted of my just spotting a few times or so each month. My life in school was nothing different from other kids in those days of Vietnam. I loved wearing miniskirts and knew my legs were thin but extremely shapely. Perhaps my biggest asset was my hips, which were round and firm. So firm, one boy slapped me on the rear one day, and after that called me "Marble Butt." Although I wasn't in the "in crowd" during my senior high school years, I was considered attractive and well liked. I dated different boys in school, but I never went "steady" with any of the guys I went out with. When I dated boys, some were even a year or two older than myself; I maintained a certain degree of aloofness and refrained from sex. Several of my girlfriends would discuss with me about my staying a virgin, and asked how I could refrain from giving myself to at least one of the hot guys that asked me out. The most I allowed any of the boys I dated, to do sexually, was to feel my breast on the outside my clothes. There was one exception to this self imposed rule was with a terrific boy named Shane. When I first met Shane, he was a senior and I was a sophomore and was the third boy I dated in high school. After being without sex with Stu, I had become horny and considered letting Shane do me sexually. Shane and I were on our fourth date and we had picked up a pizza and returned to his house to eat it as his parents had traveled out of town for the weekend. As Shane was an only child, we would be alone, and I felt really ready to have sex again. After enjoying the pizza and watching some TV, we ended up making out and I allowed him to remove my blouse and bra. Shane sucked at my nipples and it turned me until I allowed him to remove my skirt. Within a short period of time we walked down the hallway to his room. His room was really great and I loved the crazy lights he had installed that kept changing from one color to another. After I lay down on his bed, I watched as Shane removed all his clothes and then moved down beside me on the bed. His arms reached out and hugged me to him as we lay side-by-side. I felt his hands travel over my breast and then his lips again take my nipples between them, as he nursed like a passionate child, I became aroused. My body craved release as I had never known before, especially from all the sex I had in my younger years. Slowly Shane moved his hands down and slid one of them in the front of my panties and then stroked and kind of ran his fingers through the little patch of hair at the crest of sex. Shane never asked me to remove my panties and he didn't attempt to slide them over my hips and down my legs. Instead I removed them myself and looking at Shane, said to him, "Be gentle, please?" Evidently my image of being a virgin was on his mind and he moaned out and began to kiss me gently but with desire. Before long he moved me onto my back and rose up to position himself between my thighs. I'm unsure if he felt his having to be forceful to spread my thighs apart was from my being a virgin, but I truly feel he did. My body was craving the penetration of his penis but I found myself scarred of having sex, even though I was more than ready physically. Just as I felt Shane's manhood press against and start to enter my labia, I pulled back and started to cry. My tears and pulling back from Shane's intimate touch wasn't fear of sex as a virgin would possibly feel. Instead as I had refrained from sex for two years or so, I was confused and I wondered if he would know that I had done it for money. Shane held me and told me, "We didn't have to go all the way tonight." Then he used his hand to rub his penis all around my opening until I felt his come squirt all over my vagina. I believe I fell in love with Shane at that moment and hoped he would take me. For the next couple of months we dated and the same foreplay happened almost each night we were together. Once Shane told me that when I was ready to have sex with him to tell him, but until then he would be happy sharing what we had been doing together. One night I took Shane in my mouth but only for a moment as memories of Uncle Franz entered my mind. After pulling my mouth from Shane's hardness, I told him that on our next date I would give myself to him, if he wanted me. He was so anxious hearing my comments that I would have sex with him he couldn't stop telling me how much he loved me. Our relationship ended the next day, as Shane's car was hit by a tractor-trailer that lost its breaks and ran a traffic light. Shane was killed instantly and my life turned upside down for several weeks over the loss of my first high school love. When I was 16 and a junior in school, I worked in the school office and one day the vice-principal asked me to help him sort some student records into alphabetical order. Our school had more than 3,000 students and this would be a lengthy task. On Friday afternoon Mr. Dennison asked if I could possibly assist him on Saturday as he needed to have then project finished within a week. Informing him that I needed to ask my mother, he told me to call her from his phone. My mother thought it would be good training for me, and I would also received compensation for the work I did at the school. Saturday morning I arrived at school around 9:30 and Mr. Dennison and I started on the sorting project. By noon we were hungry and Mr. Dennison suggested we go out to have something to eat. We drove to a nearby Big Boy Restaurant and enjoyed lunch together. After working until around 3:30 that afternoon, I was leaning over the table and didn't think what I must look like with my miniskirt riding up high on my round buttocks. Later as I thought of what occurred afterwards, that my hips and panties had to have been visible under my mini-skirt while I was bent over the table as I was sorting the folders. By now I was comfortable with Mr. Dennison, having worked all school year in his office, and after having lunch with him that day. When Mr. Dennison spoke to me about my butt I wasn't too surprised as he told me, "You're sure built to wear a mini, and you have great legs and terrific hips." Then I felt his hands firmly grip my hips and commence rubbing them as he stood behind me. Then I felt his hands push inside my panties and before long they were being slid down over my hips. Still I said nothing and then I felt Mr. Dennison kneel behind me and pull my panties over my feet as he flipped my skirt up over my hips. I was surprised when I felt Mr. Dennison's lips kiss my hips and even more surprised when his tongue moved between my hips and commenced to lick across my rear opening. I knew this was wrong, but I became sexually excited and since nothing had happened to me since the photographer had sex with me, when I was 13 years old. Before long I felt Mr. Dennison pushing me further over his desk and then his manhood was pushing inside my sex. It felt good and I simply moaned out from the feeling of him entering my body. While Mr. Dennison was having sex with me, my mind passed over all the previous times that I had felt some man's thing touching or penetrating my sexual opening. This time I wanted it and enjoyed knowing hindered Mr. Dennison from taking me. My body felt different and I was glad Mr. Dennison couldn't view the expressions on my face from the feelings of his probing inside me with slow and long strokes. Then I felt him moving faster and harder and he was telling me, "Your beautiful and your hips feel so good, and love doing this with you." I felt his penis touch inside me in a different way and I knew I was having my first orgasm from intercourse and I cried out, "Mr. Dennison, oh Mr. Dennison, this is my first time to feel like this, it is so good Mr. Dennison." Finally Mr. Dennison slumped over my back and his breathing was heavy. I wasn't sure what I should do so I remained still as I felt his thing slip out of my body. Then I felt his come starting to run down my legs and I still was afraid to turn around and face Mr. Dennison. Then I felt his hands grip my shoulders and turn me toward him. My face was now visible to him and before I could say anything Mr. Dennison moved his face to mine and kissed me softly and tenderly. My lips parted to accept his tongue into my mouth as he Frenched me, my desires increased for more of what I had just experienced. I didn't say anything but I turned away from Mr. Dennison and slowly undressed with my back toward him. Once I was completely nude, I turned back toward Mr. Dennison. The expression on his face I knew was of disbelief, but I simply lay down on his office sofa and waited for him to come to me. For several minutes, or so it seemed he simply looked at me and his face was one that said he could believe he had just had sex with me only a few minutes previously. Now he knew I was awaiting his body to become a part of mine again. Never would I have considered this happening before this time, but my sexual peck had just been awakened after the times at French Creek and when I was photographed. I watched as Mr. Dennison removed his clothing and moved over and lay on top of me. I opened my legs for him and when he nestled his body between them, he entered my sex at the same time. No preparation or even the use of his hands were necessary for his manhood to slip inside my awakened body. For at least a half an hour Mr. Dennison made love to me. My body welcomed him and I had no other thoughts but to enjoy the feeling of man taking me for the first time in what was actually my first true love of intercourse. I had orgasms, but how many I cannot think of the number of times. It may have been only one long release of my feelings but whatever it was, Mr. Dennison became acutely aware of my feelings and he moved inside me to give me what I desired. Several times he moved his head down and nursed at my small 32A breast. Even though Mr. Dennison's mouth was gentle as he suckled my nipples, they were so enlarged and sensitive it seemed he was going to suck them from my body. In later years I found my nipples are larger than most women, and even more acute to sexual stimulation. When Mr. Dennison shot his white stuff up inside me, I felt him coming from deep in his being. His strokes became forceful, pounding and yet he seemed to be caring on how I was feeling from his taking me. My hips would rise upward from the sofa and push my body tight against him. I remember my legs wrapping around Mr. Dennison and I used them to give me leverage to clasp him to me and try to have him enter my body completely. During the intervening years, I have only a few times since, felt such complete sex as I did with Mr. Dennison that Saturday afternoon on his office sofa. During the total time Mr. Dennison was between my legs and making love to me, I remember saying over and over the same words, "Oh Mr. Dennison, Oh Mr. Dennison." Only those three words did I utter, how many times I stated them I have no idea, but it was continuous in expressing my feelings. Finally Mr. Dennison, again shot his white stuff up inside me and he cried out, "Jade, I love you!" When we had finally relaxed a little, I had turned on my side and was laying against the back of the sofa while Mr. Dennison was laying beside me. He had pulled my leg up onto him and memories of French Creek and even with Grandpa Nick and Uncle Franz holding me as such ran through my mind. Mr. Dennison asked me if I was ok, and he was sorry if he took advantage of me. I informed him that I was glad it had happened and he was my first, which he believed that he had gotten my virginity. This pleased him and he asked why I didn't bleed. I told him it was likely from my playing so hard as a kid. He seemed to accept my answer and informed me he had never done anything like this before with a student. Mr. Dennison was worried I would report him and he would be arrested. Kissing him, I said, "This is just something that happened today and will never occur again, and our secret, forever." After some period of time, Mr. Dennison suggested we should dress and he would take home. As we drove to my home, Mr. Dennison commented about asking my mother if he could take me out for something to eat because I had worked so hard that afternoon. Walking into my home, I was surprised with the warm greeting my mother gave Mr. Dennison. After speaking with my mother for several minutes, he asked my mother if he could take the two of us out to dinner as his way of showing his appreciation. My mother expressed her thanks but suggested I could go alone, if I wished. Needless to say I was completely at a loss to hear my mother allow me to go out for dinner with Mr. Dennison. Especially alone! My mother told me to take a bath and to dress appropriately before going out with the principal to eat. Never would I have expected her to allow me to have dinner with Mr. Dennison. Especially as I wasn't even allowed to think about dating until I was 16. Later my mother informed me about Mr. Dennison expressing how much he appreciated my efforts in helping out in the office, and that I kept my grades up, also. After leaving my house Mr. Dennison commented, "Jade I need to clean up also and change clothes." Then asked, "Are you ok going to my home while I get dressed?" Remembering back to that afternoon, my mind will forever hold warmly in my mind and heart. That I was 16 and Mr. Dennison was at least 40 didn't bother me, especially after our having had sex together. Arriving at Mr. Dennison's home, we went inside and he told me to have a seat in the living room and he would be back after getting cleaned up. I heard him asking me something but was unable to understand what he was saying. Walking down the hallway toward his room, I saw his door was open and as I looked in I realized I could view his image in the mirrors on the closet doors. He was completely nude and when he glanced at the mirror, saw me watching him. Boldly I entered the room and he reached out and pulled me into his arms. When his lips met mine, I must have simply given out some type of scent, as he held me, he removed my clothing without even making a sound. After I was nude, he lifted me up and placed me on his bed with my legs hanging down over the side. I watched as he kneeled down and when his hands gently eased my legs apart, I did not offer any resistance. Nor did I assist him but let him have his way. His lips were kissing my legs and the feeling was unbelievable as he softly kissed inside of my thighs. I knew what was about to happen and wondered if I should allow him to perform oral sex on me. Ever so gently his lips kissed my pubis and he would take my few hairs between his lips and sort of pull on it as he licked me with his tongue. My body snapped upward when I felt his tongue brush the lips of sex and lick from the bottom to the top and then flick my little button. I had recently discovered this pleasure spot, but had never really let it go past the start of strange feelings. Never could I have imagined such delights from having my thing licked. Especially after the one time Uncle Franz had done it to me and the photographer had the older woman perform oral sex on me. Perhaps I lasted three minutes until I had the most outstanding orgasm I've ever enjoyed. My hips simply bounced and rose up from the bed. From the back of my throat I cried out my release, over and over. Finally I realized I was about to pee, and it flowed from me and landed against Mr. Dennison's face and some into his mouth. I must have urinated in a constant stream for at least half-a minute. Feeling embarrassed, I tried to apologize but all I could do was to moan out my feelings of release. Afterwards I apologized to Mr. Dennison and he simply told me that he was never so pleased to have given a woman oral pleasure that would cause her to release her pee. Before I knew what was happening, Mr. Dennison moved me onto the middle of his bed and lay on top of me and we again made love. When it was over, I told him that I couldn't take any more as I was stating to feel really sore. We got up and took a shower together and after dressing, went out to dinner. The meal was great and we had fun speaking about school and things that occurred in and out of the class room. As I was getting out of Mr. Dennison's automobile, I told him thanks and I would always remember how he made feel special and a woman. During the remainder of my high school years I continued to work in the school office and was constantly in contact with Mr. Dennison. Not once did he ever make any move to reignite our relationship. I'm uncertain I'd have gone out with him and engaged in sex again, but sometimes I would become really excited at night as I lay in bed and masturbate of the images that came from my time with Mr. Dennison. Throughout high school and college I never became sexually active with anyone. The only time I had sex during that period of time, was during a visit to the timeshare, owned by my Aunt June and Uncle Franz, in Clearwater Beach during my junior year in college. That encounter was a disappointment with the smallness of Uncle Franz's penis and not worth writing about again. Perhaps I shouldn't speak about that time with Uncle Franz, but the one fact about what happened is worth mentioning, I think. When I landed at Tampa-St. Pete Airport, Uncle Franz informed me that Aunt June wouldn't arrive for another three days. My mind wondered if I would need to stop any advance by Uncle Franz. The first night it was normal. Then the morning following, I awoke to find Uncle Franz in bed with me. I informed Uncle Franz I didn't wish to do anything like we had in the past, and hadn't since I was only 12. After a short while he became so excited that he stated, "I'll give you a thousand dollars if you let me make love to you while you're here." He got out of bed and returned in a moment with 10, $100 dollar bills. He did and I did. When my father was ill and near death, I traveled from my home in the Western United States to my parent's home in Pennsylvania to assist my mother. One day I was removing clothes from a dresser drawer and about flipped out when I saw some Polaroid photographs in the back of one drawer when I pulled out the old newspaper used to line the drawer. Picking them up I recognized the images in the photographs was myself, and I was nude. Not only that, my legs were spread wide apart and my thing was covered with liquid that I recognized as semen. The answer after all those years were finally answered, or so I believed, until I found more of the same images in items left me in a box from my grandmothers' estate. From the mem who was staying at the French Creek cabin and were the first to initiate me into sex, there was my dad, Grandpa Nick, Mitch, Uncle Eddie, mom and dad's friend Max. Uncle Franz, seemed to be eliminated my among my uncles, from being a party to what was assuredly my first sex, even if not actual full penetration intercourse. But of that, I can't be sure as one time one man's thing was smaller it seemed to me from the others, as I felt it against my body. I only wish, with certainty, I knew who was, without a doubt, the first person to have sex with me. Perhaps a complete entrance wasn't gained into my vagina, and it wasn't actual intercourse that happened to me that week at French Creek, but what else would it have been? One thing I'm definitely certain about is that the hue and cry about sexual abuse against kids is not in my book all as bad as some claim. Perhaps some children can't handle the act of being touched or molested as the critics and the law states. Regardless of what you hear and read in the news, it doesn't become abusive until someone tells the child it is such. Until then it is my personal belief that it is a pleasant experience for a child. Albeit I admit if a child says to stop, then the adult must stop the interplay between the child and the older person. Whatever happened to the days of old when we played doctor and experienced games in the tree house or behind the barn? For me, I will always remember the feelings of my thing becoming wet as a man's thing touched it outside, and inside, as well. I've never had analysis because I was "sexually assaulted" and have no lasting feelings of "being abused." Rather, my memories are interesting and believe they have lead to my becoming a better lover and mother. How do I know these memories are real? Because every month or so I take the pictures from a box in my dresser and try to determine who first got in my bed at French Creek. Now I'm nearing my fiftieth year on this planet and my life is full and complete. My husband and I are both college educators. He is a full professor, and I'm an associate professor, at a major university. Our three children, two girls and a boy have grown up to become professional individuals with excellent employment. Neither my husband nor children have any idea of my past sexual history. I'm not ashamed about what happened during my adolescent and teen years, but consider it private. Sometimes I wonder about Stu and would like to find him and discuss the pictures he took, especially the videos. At times I wonder if they will appear and I will be recognized. However, I don't permit that to curtail the love I have for my family and life itself Viewing the pictures has allowed me to consider finding a publisher and see if any interest to publish the pictures and using this story, to put together the opposing views of child abuse, or adults having sex with children. The answer to that I realize is no. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 35