Sylvia with Michael Rosalie and Mizukuo

Sylvia with Michael Rosalie and MizukuoAll the counselors and shrinks I saw during those years were convinced that Daddy had abused me when I was little, and I had just stuffed the memory back so far that I couldn't recall it. All I have to rely on is my memory. My daddy was the sweetest, kindest, most loving parent any c***d could want. He never tried to touch me sexually, he didn't make jokes about my body.He was a little detached, and I know I hurt him terribly with that sex thing with mom and Rachel, but, no, I don't care how many **** counselors tell me I'm so slutty because I was sexually abused...it didn't happen that way. My mom was a beautiful, sexy woman. She didn't abuse me either, but, to be honest, I'm sure I was influenced by her. "No", I told the counselor, "That's not the same as abuse. Not even close..."The very first penis that I touched and rubbed and played with and kissed! till it was erect, whatever that means for a seven-year-old boy, that penis was attached to my friend Michael. I was planning to play with that penis again in a few minutes.I liked making love with Michael, even if he didn't rock my world. I'd been having quite a lot of that kind of sex with Al lately, and now, Al was trying to set me up with other men, in a threesome with him, of course, but still, it felt weird to me and I hadn't decided if I was going to do it yet, even though I had told him I would.I just wanted to do Michael the way we had been doing it, me giving him a blowjob or a handjob so that he could cum fast, something sexy that I could think up to do with his cum to get him turned on, and, when he bounced back, get on my back, get him between my legs, and just have him ride my little pussy as long as he wanted. I hardly ever came with him, but I liked to do it with him anyway. Is that weird?But today was different. He was on top of me, and I kept having pictures of him and Al trading places while they were fucking my ass and my pussy. I had pictures of Michael fucking Rosalie while I rode her face. I thought about his cock popping out of her and right into my mouth. He was lasting a long time today, and I was getting excited. I began to feel as if I might come, and then I started coming and I was grabbing his arms and yelling in his face. I am not usually like that during sex, and I had never been like this with him before, but bless his heart, he didn't grab for his clothes and run out of the room. He just kept a steady rhythm, not pushing too hard, that was driving me insane.I knew what I wanted, though with all the sex I'd had, I had never spoken to another lover like this:" Michael, you are so good... please, keep going baby, don't stop, don't stop, oh my god...get in my ass, baby, get the lube over there, put some on your cock.......get it in my ass, baby. " I was so overcome with lust, my voice dropped about three octaves."Oh yeah, motherfucker, in my ass, right up my ass."Michael wasn't super powerful, but he was a good lover. I don't sarıyer escort think he had fucked any girl's ass before. All I wanted him to do was to get hard, get some lube or baby oil, and take his time and listen to my cues as he pushed that fucker in me! He rode my ass like he was Gene Autry and I was Champion. I rubbed my pussy and clit like a madwoman while he fucked me. I love ass-fucking because no dick gets in the way of my hand when I get busy down there. I came so hard my toes curled and my eyes crossed before they rolled back in my head!"Get back in my pussy, baby, oh yeah come on.."I had never fucked anyone like this, not with all the lovers I'd had since I was fifteen. I knew it was nowhere close to safe. It was NOT safe. At the moment, I didn't care about that. Michael fucked me, switching from my pussy to my ass and back until I had come so many times I was dizzy and was breathing like an asthma attack.I knew I had gone over my line this time. On top of everything else, I came so hard, I thought he must have gotten me pregnant.I gruffly threw him off me."Michael, that was crazy. Get off me, get out of here, go home...I'm not mad at you, baby, I just can't take any more..."And that was the first time I ever said that to anyone.I was out of my mind. I cried and sobbed for three full hours. I grieved for my relationship with both my parents, my sister, Judy, all the selfish thoughtless tricks I had pulled on people, I didn't know what to do about singing, Al, Rosalie or anything else. Now I had just crapped all over my friend Michael after fucking him like a total crazy woman. And I had gotten myself knocked up, too.My life was shit. I was shit.I just stayed there in bed until it got dark, and I didn't turn any lights on. I didn't sleep and I just laid there in the dark until I saw the light break through the window about 6:00 a.m.I didn't do much for the next three days. I kept going over the fuck I had with Michael from the time we were on the bus until I threw him out. I had just wanted to fuck him like a normal girl, and then, as I said, I was begging him to fuck me, ass and pussy and back, piss in my face, slap me, spit on me, all kinds of crazy stuff. I think the idea of whoring myself was on my mind more than I realized. I knew, in my heart, that Al wanted to whore me out. I couldn't quite get my mind around that, but I was pretty sure I was going to do it. I had been feeling like a whore ever since I fucked my mom and Cecil and Judy and Rachel. I thought I would have to see how it was to do it. I went to school. Most of the time I was there I thought about fucking Michael. He was a lover who liked to kiss my mouth while he was sliding that sweet dick in me. Most guys who were kissers got it wrong somehow, they always wanted to cover my mouth when I needed to breathe. Michael always got that right, I liked it when he put kisses on my sweet spots and my esenyurt escort boobs and fucked my puss real steady, too. The thought of him doing me like that was so nice I squeezed my legs together really hard and got a little buzz in the middle of Advanced Placement English.Michael didn't eat meat. He had the best jizz of any boy or man I was ever with. Creamy, thick. and fucking yummy. When he put a load on my face, I did my best to get every drop in my mouth. This is when I went all slutty with him. We were reading "Sons and Lovers" That is a good book to be talking about when your mind is focused on the taste of your lover's spunk."I would do a sloppy BJ for him anywhere, anytime." I thought to myself.The school was not much fun for me now, even though I was and had been an honor roll student since third grade. Judy was gone, Jeri and Miguel were way south in Ensenada, Rachel was getting famous in New York AND FUCKING MILES DAVIS. I was pretty sure I was going to be a whore, a real one for Al. I felt as if I had acted like a total whore with Michael, licking his ass out, begging him to piss all over my face, slurping it all up when he came...you know, slutty. I asked him to do more degrading stuff, too., spit in my face, slap me, call me names. I didn't want him to see me like that, but once we got into it, all that stuff and more just came out. It scared me. Is this who I am? Because of my sexual reputation, I was pretty much shunned, not quite as much as before, because I wasn't the only girl by any means who was having sex, but I was the one who was singled out for the "slut" remarks and insults. It was strange because there were lots of girls there whose appearance, clothes, and language said "slut" a lot louder than I did. But it was not fun. I looked at the boys there, the football boys, that other girls were gushing about, tried to imagine how it would be to have sex with them...couldn't do it. I couldn't even bring it up in my imagination.Usually, that was fine with me, now, it made me feel even worse...how much of a weirdo could I possibly be?Al and Rosalie had a nice little pool right off their patio. It was all fenced so the neighbors couldn't see much. They were out there butt-naked all the time. I was so frazzled, I was happy to have a drink with some gin and lemonade and ice, smoke some of Rosalie's pot, and jump all nakey in the pool.I was out there sunning myself, getting my pale butt cheeks a little sun, trying to get all my worries off my mind, not succeeding too well.An Asian woman came over to say hello.She was stocky, about sixty years old, with glasses, graying hair, and a receding chin. She glanced at my naked body as I got up to meet her."I am Mizukuo", she said. She put her arms around me and kissed my cheek. I had grown up in California, I had known lots of Japanese and Chinese people. Not one Asian woman had ever acted like this. I wondered if she was drunk or something, but avrupa yakası escort she didn't act that way. Rosalie was laughing."Mizzy, tell her, come on..."" (With a light Portuguese accent)I didn't mean to startle you. I am Japanese, but my family has lived in Brazil since my grandfather came there, so I am more Brazilian than Japanese. In Brazil, that is how we always say hello, with a little kiss. Do you like it?" As I got older, I began to treasure those kinds of moments."I am going to give Rosalie a nice massage. If you like, you may come and watch, or if you wish, enjoy yourself in this lovely pool...I think that a massage would be good for you, too, if you want.."She touched my neck and shoulders."How old are you?"s*******n""I can feel, just one touch, your body is too tense for someone so young. Please, if it is okay with Rosalie, will you join us? You are not embarrassed to see her without clothing? Do not worry about me. I have seen the bodies of many, many women."It was so subtle. Rosie was on her tummy, then on her back. Mizzy was very thorough. I was there, watching, looking at a magazine, thinking about my problems, when I heard Rosalie's breathing hit another pitch. Mizzy was kissing her breasts and fingering her. It happened so fast it was like a magic trick. Mizzy spoke to me:" If seeing this is exciting to you, you may touch yourself. I will not be offended or embarrassed. This is so healthy for a woman's body. She is not having to please a man now. Rosalie, it is so different, yes? Men in Brazil are lovers, with their hard dicks all the time, but many Brazilian women like to get away from them sometimes and have lovely moments like these. It's just so good for our minds and our bodies..."Mizzy invited me to masturbate while she and Rosalie made love in front of me. I had a feeling about what might happen next. she didn't have to invite me twice...Rosalie, Mizzy and I made love for three hours. In this story, I've shared so many details of my sexual experiences, but this time I will just say that there were three of us; a sixty-year-old Brazilian-Japanese massage ther****t and sexual healer, a forty-two Italian-Jewish percussionist and drummer, and me, a s*******n-year-old high school girl who had aspirations of becoming a musician someday. it was not the kind of sex I had experienced. When the afternoon had begun, the main thing on my mind was how I was going to present myself as a whore. I had had a lot of sex, but I wasn't sure if that prepared me for "whore" sex. Judy had once done three guys right in front of me, one in her puss, one in her ass, and blowing the third guy. That seemed like a lot to me. I chickened out. The wildest I had ever gone in that direction was getting my ass fucked by one guy while sucking off his pal. It was all I could do to manage all those body parts (dicks) messing with my body parts! I didn't know what to do next. I felt as if my life was backed into a hopeless corner., By the time Mizzy left and Rosalie and I were naked the swimming pool, I no longer felt that way, but what was more extraordinary, is that I couldn't even remember feeling that way, either., The whole mountain of shit that I had been crouching under had vanished, dissipated, gone. I didn't even feel relieved, I just felt good. I was ready to try something else.