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Thank you for the people who responded. Here is when the police got involved. Not all police are bad but the ones that talked with me about this wasn’t good. After finally saying no more people did end up showing pics of me to my school. I was 12 and my life was officially ruined. Teachers sent me to the office and after a few kids made me feel like the worst person in the world it was decided to send me home for awhile. A detective came to the house and told dad he needed to have a chat with me. Dad wanted to be in the room but was talked into staying in the living room so I could “be more comfortable.” He was nice at first asking how I was and how was school before the pics leaked. Then he turned. He asked how long did dad know and whether dad was in the room when I did those things?He made it seem that dad was responsible for my stupid decisions. He asked if dad ever showed me his dick or if I ever put it in my mouth? Did I want to? How long was dad molesting me and if I enjoy it? I couldn’t believe it. He was making dad to be some sexual deviant.
I told him dad had nothing to do with this and he has been nothing but understanding. That he was disappointed in me for putting myself in that position but that no one deserved what I was now going through. No one really knew how far those people had gone yet. The detective said that since it was my dad’s house that even if he wasn’t in the room he still could be charged and if I just told the truth they would take it easy on him. I just repeated that dad knew nothing and it was all me. Looking back I should have said I wanted a lawyer or my dad even but at the time I just wanted to prove that my dad was the good guy he was not what they wanted me to say he was. The detective then asked if I ever rubbed to my abuse? That if I did it meant that a part of me wanted it and liked it. I tried to say he was wrong but he would say that he had seen hundreds of girls decide something was wrong but still did those things. He said that usually it was girls who got themselves in those positions and when they lost the control then all of a sudden they felt bad about it. That sometimes the girls wanted it to happen again. I swore I wasn’t one of those and said I never wanted it to happen again.
I ended up being made to switch schools and start seeing a court appointed therapist. Dad wasn’t charged but nothing was being done either. Dad still let me get on the computer but now I barely used it for anything.
The therapist was strange. But he was really nice too. He made me feel at ease and soon I was talking about everything. He would ask about my times showing online and about the times I met up with guys. He never once said it was my fault and I loved him for that. He did get real personal. Like REAL personal. He asked how I felt the first time an older guy saw my pussy? How it felt to know older guys were cumming to my body? I didn’t think he was being creepy just that he needed to know so I told him everything. I loved it. I loved knowing I was the cause and that men would do those things for me. I told him my first ever orgasm came after being told to play for this one guy. I told him that another guy recorded everything and used it to meet me. How even though I hated it my body was forced to love it. He told me that in his opinion my body might have been forced but only to realize that it was being made to feel joy. That it wasn’t my fault that it was in fact a normal response. He wanted to know how I would flash and he wanted to act it out. He would tell me to say things that I would say to the guys online and what they said back. He said if I felt up to it I could act it all out for him. That included touching myself and even have my clothes off if I felt I should. Sometimes he would stop me and ask if I touched myself this way or that and then to explain touch me in those ways. Here I am being molested by my therapist and I think it is normal and that is how all were. He asked me if I ever saw my dad naked. I said yes.
He asked if I ever played with my pussy while thinking of my dad. I said no. He suggested my behavior may be because I wanted my dad. That it was all some weird fantasy in my head to make my dad see me as a sexual person.
I tried to say no but I wasn’t very convincing. Months of therapy made me trust him. Maybe he was right? Then he asked if I still teased older guys? Of course not. He suggested that maybe it wasn’t just my dad that maybe I was just a tease and wanted older guys to use my body because they knew how to make me feel good. He would suggest I tease someone and my next appointment would ask if I did. If I did he would ask how it felt and would roleplay it out with me so he could see if I was behaving or not. The amount of times he saw me naked was more than I can count. He had me touch him and suck his dick. He fucked me over the couch and on his chair. All to “help me.” I don’t know if it was him or another guy he wanted me to fuck but I did get pregnant at this time. I wasn’t 13 yet and yet again had made stupid decisions. I would love to blame all the adults. And some of the blame is on them. But not all. I miscarried at 12 weeks. It was for the best but I still cry about that. I was just starting to show and dad knew and my therapist knew. He was scared a little but he kept putting loads in me saying that the kid could be his and how did I feel knowing I was doing what I was created for? I was happy. I freely admit it. Here I am getting orgasms and being made to feel important and then being chosen to carry a child felt like the most important and special thing in the world. I felt so awful after I lost it. My therapist left and I never went to another. My dad was there to pick up the pieces and he is the best dad ever. He never made me feel less than normal. He regrets not being more observant and not restricting my internet usage but he was there now. I will forever love him and will forever be grateful to his help and understanding. No he never tried to do anything bad to me. Yes sometimes I would rub thinking about him. How could I not? To me he was the perfect man. But I knew if I tried anything I would break what we have and I will never do that.
So I kept those thoughts to the privacy of my bedroom. I still slept with older guys. I couldn’t seem to stop myself. And they would buy me things and give me money. I kinda knew that what that meant but I also knew that it made me feel good so I continued it. One guy I remember bought me a really pretty necklace. I loved it. He asked me after putting it around my neck if I had thought of letting another guy join us? I didn’t want to lose him so I said if he wanted me to I would but that he was more than enough. Soon though he brought a friend. They treated me like the whore that he paid me like. By this time I drank and had started taking some drugs. Which flowed freely that time. I was fucked in my ass harder than even the time I was raped. They kept me in the bed for the whole weekend. I was used and they left some love marks on me. I passed out a few times from all the sex. I think they had other guys join but I can’t be sure. I remember most of it but it seemed they filled my ass, pussy, and mouth at the same time. I kind of remember that but with only 2 dicks they couldn’t unless there were others. I never made anybody wear condoms and I only sometimes took birth control. I am surprised I wasn’t pregnant more. After that weekend he always wanted another guy to fuck me so I let him. I was one of the easiest girls in school and many guys found out. I didn’t just fuck old guys but boys near my age too. I thought at the time dad had to know what I did cause I would come home smelling of cum, clothes wrinkled, my hair a rat nest. But he never brought it up. Whether because he didn’t want to know or cause he knew and figured I was going to do it anyway.
Now I am 14 and I am in a c cup. I looked like a young woman more than a kid now. Or so I thought. I let a few guys record things I did for them. You would think I would learn my lesson. That I would have stopped and not done those things. That I would have behaved and done well in school. I haven’t graduated yet but I think I can if I start trying harder. I still have a year left if I can pass 11th grade. At least I haven’t failed any that I didn’t make up in summer school.
That last paragraph didn’t make much sense but I am going to try and explain it. I was 14 when my boobs got the size they are now. I think they are done growing anyway. I got nice curves and an ass that people love to ride. So says one of my current guy friends. I date many guys and haven’t yet stayed with one for long. Or they don’t stay with me long. I have been pregnant 2 times and the 2nd ended the same as the first. Dad has pleded with me to get an iud or birth control or something and I may do the iud. Dad still treats me like his princess and still treats me like I am special. I know now I am not. I haven’t been for years now.
I let high school boys gangbang me in my house. I have never really been with a lot of black guys. That day made sure I tried to catch up. I think it was the entire basketball team plus others but I don’t know. I know it was 14 guys. Most were black and some stuff ended up missing. But it wasn’t from the black guys. Some guy I had always turned down was there and in his revenge fucked my ass and then stole some stuff. I was mostly out of it from taking pills and smoking weed but I stayed conscious for most of it.
The fucked me on my bed, dad’s bed, the kitchen floor, living room, and even in the walk in closet. I have had big dicks and small but never so many big ones at once. I think I have been stretched permanently from that time. 2 guys fucked my pussy at the same time. I know for sure I was recorded cause I have seen some of it. One black guy really loved to make it racial. He would say how I was just a white bitch in heat and needed a brother to help quench my thirst. I ended up dating him for almost a yr. He liked to ask if my white pussy needed an injection of his black seed. I always said yes. Since I was an easy slut he would pass me to his friends but I was still his.
That ended last year and since then I have tried to behave. I have stopped fucking any guy. I try to only date one guy at a time. It is hard. For yrs I was a slut and me changing is proving hard. But so far I have been good and hope to continue. I haven’t sent out any pics, haven’t let any guy record me having sex, haven’t hit on any guy older than 25 since then. Yes I know they are still older but really considering what I have done I think I am doing pretty damn good.
Now hear is where my bad side shows itself. Up to now I haven’t gone too in depth with any sex but do you want me to try to write about it? Like a proper story about any one of my times? If I get enough responses I will try for you. Thank you again for the ones who responded to my last part. I hope you all have a great day and I know one will ask this so I am saying it now. I am currently 16 and no I won’t start sending pics again. I really want that part of my life to stay in the past. I have a part time job, am trying to save money, and am really hoping I can get past high school. Then my plan is to find a good job and continue to help my dad out. He has been my rock and I am so glad that stupid detective never tried to charge him with anything.
I told him dad had nothing to do with this and he has been nothing but understanding. That he was disappointed in me for putting myself in that position but that no one deserved what I was now going through. No one really knew how far those people had gone yet. The detective said that since it was my dad’s house that even if he wasn’t in the room he still could be charged and if I just told the truth they would take it easy on him. I just repeated that dad knew nothing and it was all me. Looking back I should have said I wanted a lawyer or my dad even but at the time I just wanted to prove that my dad was the good guy he was not what they wanted me to say he was. The detective then asked if I ever rubbed to my abuse? That if I did it meant that a part of me wanted it and liked it. I tried to say he was wrong but he would say that he had seen hundreds of girls decide something was wrong but still did those things. He said that usually it was girls who got themselves in those positions and when they lost the control then all of a sudden they felt bad about it. That sometimes the girls wanted it to happen again. I swore I wasn’t one of those and said I never wanted it to happen again.
I ended up being made to switch schools and start seeing a court appointed therapist. Dad wasn’t charged but nothing was being done either. Dad still let me get on the computer but now I barely used it for anything.
The therapist was strange. But he was really nice too. He made me feel at ease and soon I was talking about everything. He would ask about my times showing online and about the times I met up with guys. He never once said it was my fault and I loved him for that. He did get real personal. Like REAL personal. He asked how I felt the first time an older guy saw my pussy? How it felt to know older guys were cumming to my body? I didn’t think he was being creepy just that he needed to know so I told him everything. I loved it. I loved knowing I was the cause and that men would do those things for me. I told him my first ever orgasm came after being told to play for this one guy. I told him that another guy recorded everything and used it to meet me. How even though I hated it my body was forced to love it. He told me that in his opinion my body might have been forced but only to realize that it was being made to feel joy. That it wasn’t my fault that it was in fact a normal response. He wanted to know how I would flash and he wanted to act it out. He would tell me to say things that I would say to the guys online and what they said back. He said if I felt up to it I could act it all out for him. That included touching myself and even have my clothes off if I felt I should. Sometimes he would stop me and ask if I touched myself this way or that and then to explain touch me in those ways. Here I am being molested by my therapist and I think it is normal and that is how all were. He asked me if I ever saw my dad naked. I said yes.
He asked if I ever played with my pussy while thinking of my dad. I said no. He suggested my behavior may be because I wanted my dad. That it was all some weird fantasy in my head to make my dad see me as a sexual person.
I tried to say no but I wasn’t very convincing. Months of therapy made me trust him. Maybe he was right? Then he asked if I still teased older guys? Of course not. He suggested that maybe it wasn’t just my dad that maybe I was just a tease and wanted older guys to use my body because they knew how to make me feel good. He would suggest I tease someone and my next appointment would ask if I did. If I did he would ask how it felt and would roleplay it out with me so he could see if I was behaving or not. The amount of times he saw me naked was more than I can count. He had me touch him and suck his dick. He fucked me over the couch and on his chair. All to “help me.” I don’t know if it was him or another guy he wanted me to fuck but I did get pregnant at this time. I wasn’t 13 yet and yet again had made stupid decisions. I would love to blame all the adults. And some of the blame is on them. But not all. I miscarried at 12 weeks. It was for the best but I still cry about that. I was just starting to show and dad knew and my therapist knew. He was scared a little but he kept putting loads in me saying that the kid could be his and how did I feel knowing I was doing what I was created for? I was happy. I freely admit it. Here I am getting orgasms and being made to feel important and then being chosen to carry a child felt like the most important and special thing in the world. I felt so awful after I lost it. My therapist left and I never went to another. My dad was there to pick up the pieces and he is the best dad ever. He never made me feel less than normal. He regrets not being more observant and not restricting my internet usage but he was there now. I will forever love him and will forever be grateful to his help and understanding. No he never tried to do anything bad to me. Yes sometimes I would rub thinking about him. How could I not? To me he was the perfect man. But I knew if I tried anything I would break what we have and I will never do that.
So I kept those thoughts to the privacy of my bedroom. I still slept with older guys. I couldn’t seem to stop myself. And they would buy me things and give me money. I kinda knew that what that meant but I also knew that it made me feel good so I continued it. One guy I remember bought me a really pretty necklace. I loved it. He asked me after putting it around my neck if I had thought of letting another guy join us? I didn’t want to lose him so I said if he wanted me to I would but that he was more than enough. Soon though he brought a friend. They treated me like the whore that he paid me like. By this time I drank and had started taking some drugs. Which flowed freely that time. I was fucked in my ass harder than even the time I was raped. They kept me in the bed for the whole weekend. I was used and they left some love marks on me. I passed out a few times from all the sex. I think they had other guys join but I can’t be sure. I remember most of it but it seemed they filled my ass, pussy, and mouth at the same time. I kind of remember that but with only 2 dicks they couldn’t unless there were others. I never made anybody wear condoms and I only sometimes took birth control. I am surprised I wasn’t pregnant more. After that weekend he always wanted another guy to fuck me so I let him. I was one of the easiest girls in school and many guys found out. I didn’t just fuck old guys but boys near my age too. I thought at the time dad had to know what I did cause I would come home smelling of cum, clothes wrinkled, my hair a rat nest. But he never brought it up. Whether because he didn’t want to know or cause he knew and figured I was going to do it anyway.
Now I am 14 and I am in a c cup. I looked like a young woman more than a kid now. Or so I thought. I let a few guys record things I did for them. You would think I would learn my lesson. That I would have stopped and not done those things. That I would have behaved and done well in school. I haven’t graduated yet but I think I can if I start trying harder. I still have a year left if I can pass 11th grade. At least I haven’t failed any that I didn’t make up in summer school.
That last paragraph didn’t make much sense but I am going to try and explain it. I was 14 when my boobs got the size they are now. I think they are done growing anyway. I got nice curves and an ass that people love to ride. So says one of my current guy friends. I date many guys and haven’t yet stayed with one for long. Or they don’t stay with me long. I have been pregnant 2 times and the 2nd ended the same as the first. Dad has pleded with me to get an iud or birth control or something and I may do the iud. Dad still treats me like his princess and still treats me like I am special. I know now I am not. I haven’t been for years now.
I let high school boys gangbang me in my house. I have never really been with a lot of black guys. That day made sure I tried to catch up. I think it was the entire basketball team plus others but I don’t know. I know it was 14 guys. Most were black and some stuff ended up missing. But it wasn’t from the black guys. Some guy I had always turned down was there and in his revenge fucked my ass and then stole some stuff. I was mostly out of it from taking pills and smoking weed but I stayed conscious for most of it.
The fucked me on my bed, dad’s bed, the kitchen floor, living room, and even in the walk in closet. I have had big dicks and small but never so many big ones at once. I think I have been stretched permanently from that time. 2 guys fucked my pussy at the same time. I know for sure I was recorded cause I have seen some of it. One black guy really loved to make it racial. He would say how I was just a white bitch in heat and needed a brother to help quench my thirst. I ended up dating him for almost a yr. He liked to ask if my white pussy needed an injection of his black seed. I always said yes. Since I was an easy slut he would pass me to his friends but I was still his.
That ended last year and since then I have tried to behave. I have stopped fucking any guy. I try to only date one guy at a time. It is hard. For yrs I was a slut and me changing is proving hard. But so far I have been good and hope to continue. I haven’t sent out any pics, haven’t let any guy record me having sex, haven’t hit on any guy older than 25 since then. Yes I know they are still older but really considering what I have done I think I am doing pretty damn good.
Now hear is where my bad side shows itself. Up to now I haven’t gone too in depth with any sex but do you want me to try to write about it? Like a proper story about any one of my times? If I get enough responses I will try for you. Thank you again for the ones who responded to my last part. I hope you all have a great day and I know one will ask this so I am saying it now. I am currently 16 and no I won’t start sending pics again. I really want that part of my life to stay in the past. I have a part time job, am trying to save money, and am really hoping I can get past high school. Then my plan is to find a good job and continue to help my dad out. He has been my rock and I am so glad that stupid detective never tried to charge him with anything.