Warning, strong sexual content, some forced, multi partner, gang sex, and strong language. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading.
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I've always known I was different, but never just how different until just after I turned twenty five.
My life started in abandonment. I was left in the waiting room of a hospital. A nurse found me, took me right up to the baby ward, and I was checked for all known illnesses. I was new born, only hours old, healthy, and strong. I also solved a problem that had arisen some hours back. There was a lot of talk, some stating why it was a bad idea, others on the great chance it was.
After being given a clean bill of health, I was slipped into the nursery under the name Gemini DeSoto. My new dad knew the truth, but mom was never told about the switch.
Her real daughter had died just before they found me, and mom was in bad shape. Revealing her baby had died, would have likely killed her. So dad agreed to the switch, thankful of my timely arrival. It was decided that the baby, the real Gemini, would be put down as baby doe, and a death certificate made up to attest that she'd been found dead. It was chancy in case my real mother came back for me, but she never did.
I was fifteen, my mother had just died, when dad admitted the truth to me. He promised he'd never regretted it. In his eyes I was their daughter. It was also when he stopped coming home every night. Everyone deals with death in their own way. Mine became an obsession with all things sex, except for the act its self.
I set my goal three years later. I would shake off my virginity, and I would do so with none of the younger boys my own age. Instead I waited for the guy down the road to come back from college for the weekend. He was twenty six. I knew his parents were gone for the week, so I felt sure he would be alone most of the weekend.
Just a little after dark I snuck through the back shrubs. He was sitting by the pool reading. The lights around the back were bright enough to make it nearly daylight, but the wall of shrubs around the place kept the lights from bugging his neighbors.
I sidled up and cleared my throat.
"Well, where did you come from?" he asked.
"I live a few houses down. Your parents let me swim here from time to time." I answered, and it wasn't a lie. I used the pool a lot while they were away, also watering plants and feeding the fish.
"Oh, I think they said something about that. You can make yourself at home. Want a soda?" he asked.
"Sure thing," I answered. As soon as he was gone I shucked my cloths and dove into the pool. I did this a lot too. I loved the feel of water on the parts of me that were usually covered.
"If you're here to feed the fish you're too late. I already did that." He popped the top on the can and set down to dangle is feet in the water.
I swam slowly up and took the can from his hand. His mouth hung open.
He looked over to my pile of cloths. "Are you naked?"
"Why don't you come in and see," I answered.
"B bu but . . . how old are you?" he stuttered.
"Older than I look, you're safe." He wasn't if his parents found out, but who was going to tell? I wasn't. Besides, I was eighteen now, even though I didn't look it. Most people guessed me at around fifteen, and they were wrong.
I backed away, still holding the can, treading water back out to the middle of the pool. He slid in. In just a short time his trunks were on the edge of the pool. He was a handsome guy with blue eyes the color of smoke, sandy blonde hair, and long toned limbs. As he swam out I drained the soda can and tossed it to the pile that was my cloths, and then dove deep to skim the bottom of the pool. I've always been a very good swimmer. This time I was the monster in the water, and I watched him kick as I glided below him and then up along the front of him, noting that the rest of the package wasn't bad either.
I trailed my hands along his sides as I came up before him.
"Bold little thing too, aren't you?" He had no Idea until I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. I locked my lips to his, tasting him, taking in the smell of him with the pools water. It was arousing, and my body moved of its own accord.
I trailed kisses down his neck to his shoulders and rubbed myself against him until we both panted.
"What say we go someplace more comfortable?" he asked, and I realized if we didn't get out of the pool, we might well drown.
Keeping my legs locked around his hips I paddled us to the shallow end where the stairs were and then once more clung to him like an eel. I knew what I wanted, and I had to be sure he wanted it too.
Without taking his lips from mine, he picked me up and carried me from the pool and into the house. When we were part way up the stairs to the second floor, I pushed down a little until I could feel him against my entrance.
"Keep that up and we'll be doing it right here on the stairs." He said in a hoarse voice.
I didn't care, I just wanted it, so I pushed down again.
I felt the soft carpet on my back as he laid me down and drove into me. It was like lightning through me, that first penetration, but I had been prepared. He on the other hand hadn't.
"Oh my God, you were a . . ." He started.
"But not anymore, stop worrying about it." I said, moving back and forth on what still snuggled deep inside of me. I leaned back so he could see himself moving freely in and out. I knew there would be a little blood, but I didn't think it would be that bad, and it wasn't. With a moan, he scooped me up again and dashed to the bedroom. He made my first time more than I had ever expected, and set my taste for older men.
I was nineteen when dad remarried and moved away. We've always stayed in contact, phone calls on holidays and letters here and there. He sends pictures of my, 'half siblings', and tells me he wishes I could meet them. I can't however, a rule made by his new wife. In order for her to marry him, he had to leave all his past behind, and I agreed it would be good for him. I loved him, and she made him happy, so it made me happy.
The phone calls are made in secret, and the letters and pictures come via his office, so she will never know. If anything were to happen to him, his secretary will notify me. Then and only then will I darken her door. Beyond that, we live our own lives, and I rarely tell him just what is going on in mine. I'm not sure he would always understand. The few times I'd been caught necking with one guy or another as a teenager, he'd been upset, but he'd been understanding too.
College, I'm not sure he'd ever understand that. I have always had an over active sex drive, right from the day I turned thirteen and the hormones kicked in. I've always tried to control it, but sometimes it gets the better of me. .
College was different. Now I had hundreds of older men, men just a little older, and my own age, to choose from, and no one here cared. So I'd taken a few men, some of them for more than one night, but I never had the urge to make any of them permanent. I had this feeling that there was something else out there that I had to wait for.
One of my memorable moments in college was the boys shower room after a game. I'd slipped in before the players came in from the field, stripped down and hid in one of the back showers. Oh, that was a good romp. A big burly guy held me up so each could have a turn at me. I'm not sure how many had taken a dip when apparently the coach got suspicious and came to see what it was that was going on.
"What the hell!" he growled when he caught us. He pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around me and pushed me into his office. When I left, he was still sitting in his chair panting, and I was all smiles. Most of the guys were gone by then, but I made sure to take my fill of the ones that were left.
Sex at times was nearly as sustaining as food, but gave me a drug like high, though short lived.
I've since graduated collage, have my masters in everything folk. Art, stories, music, and anything in between, I've studied it. I love the stories best, and it doesn't matter the culture. After college I bought a house, my mother left me money enough to survive until I get myself a real life, and I set my mind to finishing a book I started while in college. My topic of choice is Native American beliefs in creation. My goal is to one day go overseas, hear from some of the older cultures, the less talked about.
I had yet to look for work, but living in the middle of nowhere, where my new house was, I didn't expect to find much. I hadn't even unpacked everything yet. The day before had been my twenty fifth birthday and we, my best friend and his significant other, had gone out, celebrated pretty hard, but I'd chosen to come home alone that night. Neither had I left the house the next day. Something felt different too me, but I just didn't know what. I was horny as hell, but that wasn't anything new.
I'd just locked the house up tight, took my shower for the night, and put on my night shirt. I headed down to the kitchen for my nightly dose of warm milk when it happened. I didn't even know anyone else was in the house, and I was being pressed hard against the wall. I couldn't see him, only feel his hard body pressing into mine to hold me in place. My hands were trapped between me and the wall, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull them out, so I couldn't even fight.
I tried to scream, but his hand was over my mouth. I felt him shift and tried to wiggle away, but all I did was allow him to get his legs between mine, which sent a new terror though me. I was far from virgin status, but it didn't mean I wanted to have sex with a stranger I hadn't chosen, and definitely not by force.
I tried to cry out when I felt his hand slip between my thighs from behind, but his other hand was still over my mouth. I tried to fight, but his body was so much bigger than my own. I only stand five foot one, and weigh maybe one hundred pounds, and he was solid, it was useless.
I cried when his fingers slipped between my inner folds. They were long and thick, but not at all rough. He stroked gently, his fingers touching each part of me, soft like butterfly wings. My body betrayed me.
He breathed something into my ear, and I calmed, my senses suddenly drawn to each touch, each stroke along my most private parts. I gasped when his fingers brushed over my clit. It was the most electric feeling I'd ever experienced.
I forgot I hadn't asked for this, and that I didn't know this man, or even what he looked like.
Then those long thick fingers slid up inside of me and I couldn't help but moan. Deep inside of me they explored, touching and probing places never before touched. He was thorough, his fingers never missing a space, as though he'd memorize the inside of me by touch. He brushed and stroked until my knees went weak, and I would have fallen if not for his body holding me in place.
I hadn't even noticed he'd removed his hand from my mouth, until it snaked down between me and the wall to stroke my clit.
