Ass to mouth,
Mature / Older
Oral Sex / Blowjob
Masturbation / Toys
Written by women
Author: Thunderous, Source: sexstories.com
When I was 16, everything seemed fine. Everything was going well - school, family, relationships, life. Everything seemed to be much simpler back then, where I didn't realise the small things to be big things. Like how all the boys would stare at my breasts or ass when I walked or talked to them. These things were just brushed off. I never thought of myself as a sex symbol because of how naive and innocent I was to the world around me. I was always quite a tall but voluptuous girl, starting puberty quite early before all the girls in my class. I even filled out my gym shorts and my bras much more than the other girls. I had a decent ass for a white girl, it would definitely jiggle when I walked or gave me the perfect curves when I ever wore something tight. My breasts were always much larger than the other girls as well, my first bra fitting was for a 36DD size, but of course my mother made me get the ugly, tight fitting bras that would squeeze my chest in to make me look like a boy. However, it was no surprise to me that my mum did that since my parents would the biggest religious nuts. Ever since I was a kid, they told me who to avoid and who not to avoid. The list was simple, I was never allowed to be a lesbian or a bisexual, or even experiment or go out and have some fun because that was completely against God's rules. So this means no boyfriends, no girlfriends, only friends I could see at school (which meant no sleepovers). I never explored my own sexuality or ...
... understood where I stood with my own body because I was never allowed to explore my options. It was quite easy to ignore these things because I was a very obedient child, I would never cross mummy or daddy with their rules because adults always knew better than children. These things were the reason why I was so naive. I never understood why men would stare at me differently than women or why I always got so much attention from male teachers or my classmates. I was 16, never knew how to kiss or what sex felt like because I was always way too afraid to disobey my parents orders. But, as my parents always told me who to avoid, their were also a very small group of people who I could trust with my life. Of course, this was mummy and daddy, Uncle Ralph, Aunty Melissa, my cousins and the neighbour, Jack (which my parents have known since even before I was born). Even though Jack wasn't apart of this family, I was always encouraged to call him uncle Jack. I loved uncle Jack, he would always give me more attention than anyone else in the family, helping me with my homework, helping me with gardening, giving me back massages and foot massages, and also letting me sit on his lap if I couldn't see the TV properly. He was always so kind to me, even if he always stared at me funny. But this never meant anything to me at the time because it was just Uncle Jack, nothing else to it. Just my friendly neighbour. Life was all normal up until my 18th birthday. I never had big birthday celebrations ...