Hi Chris!

I hope you're still doing well. I'm fine, too, thanks for asking! :)

You asked me if I would tell you my story, so here it is. These days, with everyone's trying to be more open about sexual harassment and abuse and stuff, I've sort of felt like I should tell my story, too. But I haven't told anyone yet, mostly because I really don't want to get my stepdad in any trouble for what happened, but also because I'm not really sure that my story fits with the whole #metoo thing or not. Maybe it does? I don't know. But the more I think about it, the more I think that my stepdad "groomed" me.

(Okay, I just re-read this email after I finished writing it, you know, like editing it one last time before I send it to you, and I just want to say that definitely don't think it's a #metoo thing. I enjoyed it too much! But I'm sure you don't want to listen to my opinions about #metoo. Well, maybe you do, but I decided this isn't a story about that anyway, even though that's sort of why I started telling you about it.)

Like I said, I think my stepfather "groomed" me, but the thing is, I don't think he did it on purpose, at least not at first. And the other thing is, I was a willing participant. That's what makes it so complicated. I think if I was a different kind of person, he probably never would have even started. But I was just sort of "ripe" for grooming, I guess. You know? Well, you'll see what I mean. I'm going to call my stepdad "John," and me "Misty," but those aren't our real names, because like I said, I don't want him to get any trouble, okay?

So, going way back to when I was little, like six or seven years old, and "John" was new in my life. He loved to take pictures. It's not like he was a pro photographer or anything, but he always had a nice camera and when we would go out, like to the zoo or on a picnic or whatever, he always took lots of pictures. Not just of me, of everything. But I really liked it when he'd take pictures of me. I'd make silly faces, or strike poses like I was a model, all kinds of silly things, and then I'd always make him show me the pictures and I'd giggle at how stupid I looked and stuff. This was kind of the start of it, just him taking pictures of me when I was six or seven. It was really no big deal at all.

When I was eight, all my friends had bikinis, but I still had an old one-piece swiming suit that didn't fit me anymore anyway, because I was growing so fast. I was really tall and skinny then. So I whined about it to my mom, but she didn't think eight year olds ought to have bikinis I guess. So John convinced her that it was okay. He said stuff like, "Misty just wants to get a tan," which was true, and "Soon enough, Misty's going to be becoming a woman, and it's not like you're going to be able to hide that, and it's probably not even healthy for her, for you to want to hide it." That was true, too, although I hadn't really thought of it that way I guess, and I don't think my mom had, either. But she had to admit he was right. I was so happy that he'd convinced her! I thought I had the best stepdad in the world. I still sort of do, although he's not my stepdad anymore. :(

I remember that bikini really well, but mostly because I have all the pictures he took of me the first time I wore it at the beach. It was green, and had a flowery pattern, and was really pretty tiny! I'm sort of amazed that my mom bought it for me. I guess she took John's advice to heart, you know? He took a lot of pictures of me that day. I posed for the camera like I was a model, or at least what an eight year old girl thinks a model is like. I think I was trying to act sexy. What can I say? I loved that little bikini! It made me feel "grown up," I guess. I still wonder if John looked at those pictures of me acting sexy, and "enjoyed" them. You know, how a man enjoys pictures of girls? I didn't know anything about that stuff then, of course, but when I got a little bit older and knew a little more, I started to wonder. I still wonder if he enjoys them, even now. It wouldn't bother me if he does. It makes me smile when I think about it.

So, fast forward a couple more years, when I was ten. By then, I was always posing like a model for him, and acting sexy. I look at those pictures, and I can't believe how I acted! The "big day" happened when my mom took me shopping for some new clothes, and when I got home, I wanted to "model" them for him. Or maybe he wanted me to model, I don't remember whose idea it was, but I do remember that we waited until my mom left to go to work, she was a waitress and had the night shift sometimes. I didn't like to pose very sexy when she was around, because I knew she didn't like it, so I think that's why I wanted to wait until she was gone. Or maybe he wanted to wait.

I'd gotten a really nice pretty spring dress, and so I "modeled" that for him and he took lots of pictures. I would twirl around so the dress would go up. I loved that! A couple of the pictures, it twirled so high that you can see my panties! I can only imagine that John was starting to feel really horny! Then I posed in my new jeans and a blouse, those are nice pictures too. Then he asks if there's anything else that we bought, and I remember feeling a little embarrassed, because the other thing that my mom bought me was a couple of "training bras." They were my first bras! I was pretty excited to finally have some bras, but when I told him about them, and he asked if I wanted to pose in them, I told him I didn't think so. Partly I guess I was shy about it. I told him that I didn't have any titties, really, but he said that didn't matter. He was like, "It'll be fun!" I think he kind of pestered me about it. I remember that I didn't think it was a good idea, but he told me that he'd delete the pictures if I wanted, so that my mom wouldn't see them, and eventually I guess you could say I "gave in."

I posed in both of the bras for him. One was just a little cotton thing, and I was embarrassed because my nipples sort of showed through it. They'd just started getting, you know, "puffy" by then. The other was more of a real bra, with padded cups and stuff, so I felt better when I posed in that one. But he had me lean over facing the camera, and I didn't really realize it then, but when I looked at the pictures afterwards, I saw how the cups fell down when I leaned over and you could see my nipples! He took lots of pictures like that. It made me feel a little weird. That's when I realized that he was, you know, sort of taking "dirty" pictures of me.

I'm sure you want to know how that made me feel, knowing that he was trying to take "dirty" pictures. It freaked me out a little. Well, a lot. But it also made me sort of excited. I liked the idea that he liked me like that, you know? So I suppose I kind of had a complicated reaction to the whole "dirty" pictures thing.

So that was kind of all that happened that day. He did delete the pictures, as far as I know. At least my mom never knew about them, I'm sure of that. But after that, he kept on me about modeling for him some more, and it was different now, because I knew he wanted to take dirty pictures, you know?

I had this one shirt that I liked to wear, it was a football jersey I guess, and it was like a mesh material. See-through. I always wore it over a teeshirt or whatever. "John" really liked this shirt, he was always told me it looked good on me. So I wasn't very surprised when he said he wanted me to pose in it for him. But when he told me he didn't want me to wear anything underneath it, like, no teeshirt or anything, I was a little freaked out by that. Maybe not really "freaked out," more like just nervous and excited at the same time. But I did it. I posed for him like that. I knew he could totally see my nipples. Part of me thought that was really dirty, but part of me thought it really wasn't a big deal. I guess I tried to convince myself that it wasn't a big deal, you know? It's not like I really had tits or anything. It was more like I was just a boy, wearing the jersey like a boy would. Oh, also, I was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans shorts that were really small, and he had me turn around a lot for pictures with my back to him. I didn't know why he did that, but when I looked at the pictures afterwards, I saw that you could totally see the bottom of my butt cheeks below the cut-offs! Then I understood why he took so many pictures of my butt! He even took a close-up of it.

After a bit, "John" told me he wanted to take some pictures in my bedroom. That *really* freaked me out! He'd never done that before! I don't know if I was being naive, like, trying to convince myself that it wasn't really a big deal or anything, or if I was excited about it. I think I was pretty excited about it, I guess. I think I knew where this was going, like, what he wanted to do. Maybe I didn't, I don't know.

When we got to my bedroom, he had me lay down on my bed, and he took some pictures like that. He had me roll over onto my stomach, too, and I remember that he sort of reached down and took one of my ankles and spread my legs a bit. I spread my other leg, he didn't even need to tell me to. When he had me roll back over onto my back, I spread my legs again, without him even asking. I guess I was starting to get into the whole "dirty pictures" game we were playing! What a "hussy," right?

After he took a couple pictures like that, he climbed onto the bed. It wasn't really a big deal, he was just kneeling between my legs and taking pictures of my face and chest, stuff like that. But that's when he asked me if I wanted to take the shirt off. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised that he asked me that, right? At first I was like, "no," but he kept at it. He said he thought it would be really sexy pictures. I remember he said "sexy." That was the first time he said I was sexy, and I liked it! But I still wasn't sure about it, you know? So he said maybe I could just lift the shirt, show my bare belly, you know. So I did that. He kept telling me to lift it higher, and I just knew he wanted me to lift it high enough that my nipples would be out. I knew that's really what he wanted. So finally, I just did it! I lifted it all the way up! He took a few pictures of me like that, with my puffy nipples showing, and at this point, I guess I realized that it didn't really make much difference if I just took my shirt off anyways, like he wanted, so then I took it off.

That made him pretty happy, and he took lots more pictures! I was feeling very sexy, and even kind of turned on. Ever since then, like I told you in the last email I sent you, I love to strip for guys, and this was the first time that I realized how much it turned me on. I'll never forget the look on "John's" face. I knew even then, even though I was only ten, that he was totally turned on, too! That made me feel very sexy, you know? I still feel like that when I strip for guys, and they look at me like that. Oh wow, what a turn-on! I wish I could see your face, Chris, when you look at the pictures I sent you. I bet you look just like my stepdad did back then. Like you totally want me! :)

Things got a bit crazy after that. I was such a naive girl back then, I had no idea what I was getting into! The first thing that happened was that "John" reached out and unbuttoned my shorts. Yeah, that really freaked me out! Up until then, when I did my "modelling" thing for him, he hadn't ever touched me or done anything at all like this. I remember I didn't say anything, I just reached down and started buttoning the button again. But he was like, "No, leave it open." I stopped trying to button it, but then I started again, and he reached back down and took my hands away. Then he reached down to the zipper, and unzipped it. Then he opened the shorts, so that my panties were showing. He took a couple pictures like that, and then reached down and started shimmying my shorts down.

Okay, that really freaked me out, and I reached down and tried to stop him. He didn't really much care, he just gave up on that and reached up to the top of my panties and stuck his hand down them! I was so freaked out I didn't even do anything, and all the sudden he had his hand down there, like, on my pussy, fingering me!

(Okay, another comment while I'm reading this through the second time... So this was the thing that "John" did that I guess was the most like "sexual assault," right? I mean, it's not like he hit me, or even threatened to, or anything like that, but I told him "no," and he didn't stop. I guess I didn't really say "no," but I'm sure it was obvious that I wanted him to stop, and he just shoved his hand down my panties anyway. This was different than before, when I told him no about posing in my bra or taking my shirt off and then he pestered me until I did it anyway. That's different, that's sort of consensual even if I said "no" at first. But this wasn't like pestering me, this was just, him doing what he wanted no matter what I said or did. It's not like I was mad at him, maybe a little at first but I liked it lots afterwards (sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself, I talk about this later). But I've read some stuff about sexual assault, and I know that sometimes girls think that if they say "no" or fight back, things might get a lot worse. So sometimes they just act like they enjoy it, and maybe even convince themselves that they enjoy it. I'm not necessarily saying that's what happened between my stepdad and me, but I guess that's why sexual assault is so complicated. The girl might feel threatened even if the guy isn't trying to be threatening, and the guy might think she likes it and wants it even if she really wants to say no, or she would say no if she wasn't feeling threatened. But I'm sure you don't care about all this! You probably don't really care about all the complicated stuff that went on in my brain when I was being "groomed." Guys don't care why a girl became a slut, they just care that she is a slut! I understand, that's just how guys are built. :)

Anyway, so he was fingering me, and oh god, I was so scared! And I guess a little excited, too. Both. I definitely didn't make him stop. But it didn't last very long. He maybe fingered me for like ten seconds. Then he took his hand out and sat up on his knees and started unbuckling his pants. About a second later, he had his cock out. All I remember, really, was just how big it looked. He started masturbating, right there in front of me, above me, and it didn't take more than about five seconds I don't think (I suppose he was really hard up by then!) and he started cumming. I'll never forget what that was like! It just seemed like there was so much! The first shot landed on my belly, but the second shot was way huger, and it hit me in the face. Ever since, I've always loved watching guys cum (you should make me a video of you cumming! I'd love that!). I love how far guys can shoot it, and this was the first time I'd ever realized that. That big shot that hit me in the face, it must have gone at least three feet. It was amazing! The next shot made it far enough to hit my chin, too, and then the rest were smaller.

So that was it, really. I remember that he took another picture of me with his cum on me. That was definitely the dirtiest picture he'd ever taken of me, and it made me feel weird, dirty and, I don't know, used? I didn't like it and I was kind of mad at him for taking that picture, and for everything. But I know it probably sounds weird, but after that, even that night, I masturbated like crazy thinking about him cumming. I had a really awesome orgasm that night! After that, I knew I was hooked. I knew that I wanted to go all the way with him. I guess he'd "groomed" me pretty well, huh? Because I was a total "hussy" by then. I mean, I wasn't a slut, not yet, because I hadn't had sex yet, right? But I pretty much knew after then that I really wanted to be a slut. It was my "calling!"

But he seemed kind of freaked out himself about what happened. For the next couple weeks, he never asked me to model or anything, and he was sort of more distant from me. Not as affectionate. That made me sad, it was the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen. Besides which, I really loved him. He's my stepdad, you know? It made me sad that what we did, which I decided eventually that I really liked, that it made him freaked out and act weird and shit. I wasn't sure if he never wanted to do anything with me ever again, or if he was just waiting to see if I'd make the next move, or what. I didn't have any idea how to make the next move, even if I thought that was what he wanted, so I just did the only thing I could think of to do. Maybe I wasn't really even thinking. Maybe I just wanted to "relive" that day when he came on me or something, or maybe I had no idea what I was doing or why I was doing it. I don't know. But anyway, one night a couple weeks later, when my mom was at work, I put on that mesh football jersey with nothing on underneath, and those little cut-off jeans, and I went down to the TV room where he was watching a basketball game.

I don't know what I really expected would happen, or even what I hoped would happen. But what happened, the first thing that happened when he saw me, was that he smiled at me. That made me so happy! I don't think he'd smiled at me once since that other day. He told me to sit on his lap, which I thought was really sweet. If all he wanted to do was hug me, I was okay with that. Maybe that's all I really wanted anyway, just to be close to him again, because like I said, I did love him, right? I really think maybe I just put on that shirt that I knew he liked so much, and let him see my nipples and stuff again, just because I wanted him to hug me and smile at me and be close to me again. I hope that makes sense.

But about a half a second after I climbed on his lap, he had his hands all over me. He'd obviously gotten the message loud and clear, even if it wasn't the message I'd meant to give him. I suppose you want all the "juicy" details of what he did with his hands while we sat there, but to be honest, I don't really remember. It's all just kind of a blur. I remember that he put his hands up my shirt and tweaked my nipples a lot, and he put a hand down my shorts, too, and he also rubbed my butt a lot. I still love having my butt rubbed and my nipples tweaked, maybe you could do that, if we ever get together? I'd really like that! Anyway, like I said, it was mostly a blur, what all happened. Oh yeah, also, he kissed me. My first kiss! He put his tongue in my mouth. I'll never forget that!

After a while, he got my shirt off, and pulled my shorts down (I didn't try to stop him this time!), so I was just in my panties. And he undid his pants and pulled them down, and then he told me to touch him. And I did! I was nervous about it, scared I guess, but I really loved it once I started. His cock was so big, and really warm, and hard. Sorry, I'm not very good at describing all of this kind of stuff. You're way better than me so I'm sure you'll do a good job if it. I knew a bit how to jack him, since he'd done it in front of me the last time, and I'd been thinking about it every night when I masturbated, but still he had to help me, show me how to do it. After a bit of this, he told me to kiss his cock. And I did! Just picture it, Chris, a ten year girl in nothing but her panties, puffy little nipples, down on her knees on the floor, kissing her stepdad's cock! I just know this is turning you on, isn't it? :)

I didn't really know what I was doing, of course. Mostly I just kissed it, all over. That was really fun! And I remember how he moaned while I was doing it, and that was so hot! But he had to tell me what to do, if he was going to get a proper head job from me, you know? So he as like, "Misty, take my head in your mouth." I did it. Of course I did! At this point, I guess he'd "groomed" me so well, I'd do anything he asked, you know? He had to tell me all the usual stuff a girl needs to be taught the first time she gives head, like "Open wide and take the whole head in," and "Don't use any teeth," that sort of stuff, right? And he told me to stroke his cock with one hand and pet his balls with the other. I really liked that. His balls were so big and warm, that was really fun for me. Oh yeah, also, I really liked the way he tasted. I just love the way cock tastes, and smells. I bet yours tastes really good, yeah? I'd like to find out!

Anyway, I didn't make him cum, not that time, although I've made him cum a lot with my mouth since then! But you can probably guess, he had other things he wanted to do that night. So he had me stop after a while and he laid me down on the couch and kissed me, first on my lips, and then on my nipples (which I totally loved!!!) and then he pulled my panties off and I spread my legs like a total hussy and he kissed me down there.

Yeah, I liked that. :) Having my pussy kissed is the best thing in the world, except for having it fucked! You can kiss my pussy all you want, Chris! (And you can fuck her all you want, too!) Well, I was the luckiest ten year old girl in the world that day, because I wasn't just going to have me stepdad kissing my pussy, but, I bet you can guess, I was about to have him fucking her, too! I knew what he was going to do when he climbed on top of me, and I sure as hell wasn't going to say "no." Not hardly. "John" had "groomed" his stepdaughter way too well for that!

Again, I know you want all the details. You asked for lots of details. But it was mostly like before, it really was mostly a blur. I guess it hurt, I remember that enough, I mean, he was really big (even now that I've seen lots of cocks, I still think his is the biggest, or one of the biggest, I've ever seen, although that dick pic you sent me, wow! I think yours might be even bigger!). So, yeah, sure it hurt when he popped my cherry, and I bled some, I remember that too. But mostly I just remember him laying on top of me, he was way bigger than me and I was sort of smothered under him, and him moving his hips, and me just thinking, Oh, wow! Oh, wow!!! And I remember how his face got all red and he grunted when he came. That's about all that I remember from that first time.

Well, I guess, that's pretty much the end of my story, about how my stepdad "John" groomed me into the perfect slut. We fucked a whole lot after that, let me tell you! Even though he and Mom split up, we still get together and have sex. And of course I've had tons of sex with other guys since then, too.

I hope you can turn what happened to me into a story or something. I'm sure you can, you're my favorite writer! Let me know if you need any more info. And definitely let me know if you ever want to "hook up!" If you want to "do it" with a high schooler, I'm your girl!

Peace and love!
Judy ("Misty" :)