Jenny wants to be a slut - Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Jenny wants to be a slut - Pt. 1

Hey there. I’m Jennifer, or as most people call me, Jenny. By today I’m 18, and in this summer I’ll graduate from high school. What I’m going to tell you is about education, but more in a sexual way. You might say ‘hey, you’re only 18. You’ve got a lot to learn about sex.’ but I must admit, that although only 18 I have become a dirty little fuck slut already. I’m not living my preferences openly, so if you meet me on a street you’ll probably see me as a normal high school student, may be a little nerdy with my glasses on and my curly light brown hair. You’ll not see what I’m inside, what my dark and perverted desires are. I like to keeps things hidden, as I kept hidden how I got educated. So now that you’re reading my story, you’ll be the first to know how I became the slut that I am. But let me start at the beginning. I grew up in the suburbs of Detroit, when Detroit still was Motor City. My father left us when I was only three so my mother had to take care of me all alone. She always did her best bringing home enough money to pay the bills for the house, buying me clothes and whatever. Except from my mother, who was away often for work (she’s working as a traveling agent for an insurance company), I wasn’t lacking anything. While she was gone, normally I stayed with the neighbours, which was, living in a good community, no problem at all. When I’m asked, I always tell the people that I grew up with not one mother but with about 10 mothers and fathers in total. One of the ...

... neighbours I mostly stayed with was Jared. Jared had worked for one of the motor companies, but then had to retire at the age of 52 due to an accident at the factory, that left him unable to work (he got a stiff leg) but with a good pension. So at the age of 10, I spent most of the days at Jared’s place since he was at home all day and therefore was able to look after me. Jared had no kids and his wife had died years ago in a car accident, so he was happy to have someone around and keep him busy. The thing I liked most being at Jared’s place was that he was not very austere about the things I did. Okay he took care, that I did my homework, brushed my teeth and so on, but beside that he allowed a lot of things most parents wouldn’t. For example he didn’t care at which time I came home from my friends playing, or allowed me to watch action and horror movies from his enormous DVD collection, not telling me I was too young. At the age of 13 he caught me and my friend Cindy smoking cigarettes we stole from his cupboard in his tool shed, but instead of blaming us he only said, although we might be too young for smoking, we shouldn’t do it in secret but at least with him together, so that he could have an eye on us as a matter of faith. So as I trusted in him, he trusted in me and there were no secrets between us. He was the first to know that I had my period, the one that went shopping for bras while my mother was away and my tits started growing. He also was the first to allow me ...