Revenge, Pt 15: The Decision - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 15: The Decision

... liked it. I never understood it... I hated the idea of anyone touching me, but all I wanted was for boys to look at me, to see how sexy I was. It's always been so confusing. Mike was... just inevitable, I suppose. I was sick of being different, of being a freak. Jessica the prude, the cock tease, the "go on three dates without even a kiss" girl. I picked Mike because he was popular, and handsome, and all I wanted was to be normal. But I never felt anything from him. He didn't even turn me on. After my first time with him, I almost cried. I just thought... this is sex? This was what I'd been isolating myself from, and feeling like a freak because of? And then... someone told me that size might be the problem. I saw yours, how different you were from Mike, and suddenly I was obsessed with the though. That's it, I thought. That's what'll make me feel normal." She looked up at me. "But you're right!" she breathed, "I was interested in you because of your size, but it was the way you treated me that turned me on. The confidence that I thought you'd never have... the sheer nerve to turn away a girl as beautiful as me..." She laughed bitterly, as if at her own vanity. "And then you called me a slut. I'd never really been aroused like that. I was so excited, I was finally feeling what all the other girls seemed to love so much... and then you called me a slut. The one thing I never wanted to be. So I accepted it." I remembered that, the big hazy smile that had spread over her face ...

... when she admitted it to me. "It felt good... to finally not have to be afraid of it any more. I couldn't be normal without having sex, and I couldn't do what I was doing with you without being the kind of girl I never wanted to be. So I just accepted it. I would be your slut. If it meant I could finally have real sex, I'd do anything. And all the abuse, the insults, the pain... I thought I was just putting up with it, but... but..." She sobbed again, and squeezed her arms around me. "But I liked it! I liked the way it made me feel, the... dirtiness, the nastiness... it excited me so much... Kept me up at night thinking about it. Dreaming about it. About you. And as much as I hated it, hated becoming the disgusting slut my mother was, I couldn't stop. I gave all of myself to you, begging for it, being punished without fighting back, even calling you Sir, all just so I could keep feeling that incredible thrill." She sobbed loudly and desperately pressed herself against me. She pushed her forehead into my chest, but I ran my fingers through her hair and gently lifted her up to me. "Hey." I whispered, "Hey, it's ok, it's ok..." "I'm sorry..." she whispered back, "I'm sorry for being so disgusting..." "Don't say that." I told her, "You're not disgusting..." "I am, I'm just-" "Stop it." I told her forcefully, "Don't say it. You're not disgusting... not to me." I soothed her as she sobbed violently, clinging to me. This lasted a while, and I just kept holding her and talking gently to ...