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Confessions of a Teenage Slut - 1
by Zoe (zoevajay@gmail.com)

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I became sexually active quite young, at 14. Once it 
started, there was no turning back, not that I wanted 
to. It was my girlfriend Monica, then Daddy and Matt 
and so on and on... (ff-teens, Mf, ped, inc, mast, bi, 
rom)

***

Preface

My father passed away a couple of years ago and while 
going through his things I found some very interesting 
documents and pictures. I knew that my parents had led 
rather fascinating lives, especially in their younger 
years.

They had met when my father was about twenty and my 
mother was a fourteen year old run away. Dad was 
living and working with my Aunt Anna. Anna is my aunt 
because her mom, Grandma Darlene, took my mother, 
Holly, in and eventually adopted her. Mom was about 15 
then, I think. That made Anna and Holly sisters. 
Before that, Anna and Holly had been friends, and even 
more. Everyone called her Annie in those days.

"Annie" was a gorgeous young woman with a pretty face, 
long strawberry blonde hair and a lovely figure. She 
had lived a rather interesting life too. She had put 
herself through art school and was a photographer. She 
got a great deal on an old farm house a few miles out 
of a village near our home town and moved there right 
out of school.

My father, Ted, had worked for his uncle in a print 
shop by day and played in a rock band at night. He 
also worked with Annie as her assistant from time to 
time.

As I have learned from the documents, manuscripts, and 
photos of my father's that I have discovered, Annie's 
work as a legitimate photographer was merely a 
supplement, or a front, for a much more lucrative 
business. Annie took family portraits, graduation 
pictures, wedding pictures, and the like. Besides that 
she took artistic photos that she displayed and sold 
in her shop in the nearby village, as well as 
galleries in the city, which was Annie's true passion. 
Annie's real money came from photographing young women 
in the nude. She sold those photos to men's magazines 
in Europe.

My dad, Ted, moved out to "Annie's Farm", as they 
called it, and became Annie's full time assistant. It 
was only a farm because my father raised marijuana 
down by the river and sold it. It was there that my 
parents met.

It seems that my mother, Holly, had run away from a 
foster home and was picked up by Annie while hitching 
a ride. That much I had always known. What I recently 
learned was that my mother had been one of Annie's 
models. My mother was a beautiful girl. I had seen 
plenty of photos of my mom as a teenager and a young 
woman. It was among my father's things that I saw the 
nude photos of my mother. They are very tastefully 
done. Each is a work of art and I will treasure them 
as I am sure my father did. There were also the nude 
photos that my father took of my mother and of me when 
I was younger. I remember fondly, the times when I 
posed for my father. Those were very special times.

Besides the photos of my mother and me are more of 
Annie's work, photos of several women that I know. 
There are quite a few photos of my cousin Kate, who is 
nearly my father's age and, from what I understand, 
was very intimate with my father. There are several 
pictures of Kate's younger sister, Nicole. I was well 
aware of the relationship between her and my father. 
Nicole was my mentor, of sorts, when I was young. 
There are even a few of my aunt Leslie, my father's 
sister. And then there are the photos of Annie 
herself. Most of them were taken by my father. It 
appears that Annie and my father had been lovers as 
well.

My father's manuscripts detail his relations with each 
of these women as well as several others. Someday I 
hope to publish his stories. They are fascinating, if 
somewhat disturbing, as well as titillating to me. It 
all hits so close to home for me.

The writings that I have found even more interesting 
to me, among these things are my own diaries. I kept a 
diary, or diaries, from as far back as I can remember, 
at the urging of my father. Once I reached my teenage 
years I kept two. I had to keep a secret diary, which 
I kept hidden, under lock and key, to conceal some of 
my activities, mostly my sexual exploits.

Once I became sexually active, at the age of fourteen, 
I was very sexually active. I suppose you could say 
promiscuous. Some might have even considered me a 
slut. I believe I was, and still am, a sex addict. I 
am sure my father was and my mother was over sexed as 
well.

I have been going over these diaries and trying to 
reconstruct them. There are lots of gaps and lapses. I 
sometimes tore out and destroyed pages and entire 
sections out of fear someone might read them, 
especially my mother. I believe my father had found 
the key and had read most all of it.

I am in the process of typing all of these diaries 
out. Some parts I will reword just because it is in 
the lexicon of a teenage girl circa 1990. Even though 
it is quaint and cute, and even sexy in its way, it 
can be silly and hard to understand. I'll try not to 
destroy the feel of the narrative though. Other parts 
I will have to recall and try to rewrite entirely from 
memory. I am sure some of these memories will be fond 
ones while others will be rather painful.

June 14, 1989

I have always kept a diary, ever since I was a little 
girl. It was one way to keep myself sane. My mother, 
Holly, is crazy. I love her but she has mental 
problems and ends up in "rehab" a couple of times 
every year. Rehab is what my dad calls it. I know it's 
a mental hospital. She just happens to be there right 
now

I started this secret diary, that I will keep under 
lock and key, so I can say what is really on my mind 
and what is in my heart. This will be my sex diary. I 
can talk about Matt and the man that I have such a 
crush on. I'm pretty sure my dad has been reading my 
other diary. I'll keep writing in the other diary too. 
This is where I will keep my most precious secrets.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised that mom is a little 
crazy. She lost her mother and older brother when she 
was a baby. Her whole family was in a terrible car 
crash and only my mother and her father survived. My 
grandfather, whom I have never met, tried to raise my 
mother alone. He eventually suffered severe 
depression, became an alcoholic and lost custody of my 
mom when he was put into a mental hospital.

My mom lived in a series of foster homes until she ran 
away from one that was particularly bad. She had been 
molested and neglected there. That was when she met my 
dad. My dad's name is Edward, but everyone call's him 
Ted. He was living on a big farm with my aunt, Leslie 
Anne, whom most of us call Annie (she hates being 
called "Aunt Annie").

Annie's farm was a hippie commune. There were a lot of 
people living there, including my dad and my cousin 
Kate. My mom was hitching a ride, after she's run away 
from the foster home and Annie picked her up. That's 
how the two of them met. My mother told Annie about 
the foster home and Annie took her in.

When my dad first saw my mom, he fell in love. She was 
a beautiful girl with really long dark hair and a 
great body. I am proud to say that I look a lot like 
my mother did when she was a teenager, except my hair 
is blonde, like my dad's was when he was young. I have 
even stopped cutting my hair, to grow it long like my 
mom's. Like my mom, my body developed at young age. 

I have great boobs, if I do say so myself. My boobs 
aren't big or anything, not like my girlfriend 
Monica's, just perfect for my body. All my friends are 
jealous and all the boys stare at them. The man that I 
have such a crush on, seems to like my boobs too. I 
see him looking at them. I'm proud of my body. I guess 
it's kinda vain, but I like looking at myself in the 
mirror when I'm naked.

Here's another secret that I'll only share with you, 
my dairy. Sometimes I do a little strip show in front 
of my full length mirror. I get really turned on by 
the girl in the mirror, as much as she does by me. I 
give her a good little show. After I get all my 
clothes off I touch myself for her. I touch my perfect 
little boobs, my cute little ass and then I spread my 
legs and let her watch me finger myself. 

She is so hot and I want her so bad! My ultimate 
fantasy if for her to get so turned on that she comes 
through the looking-glass and rapes me. Then I finally 
get to have sex with that gorgeous, sexy little girl. 
I get to fuck a girl that looks just like me and knows 
exactly what I want.

Any way...My dad wanted to protect my mom from all the 
drugs, sex and all the other bad influences at Annie's 
and took her under his wing. Mom was only fourteen 
then, and my dad was in his early twenties. After a 
while dad ran off with my mom and hid away at his 
apartment. I don't know how long they hid there 
together. I've heard it was a few days and I've heard 
it was a couple weeks.

Annie, her mom, Grandma Darlene, and my cousin Kate 
convinced my dad that mom had to go back to the foster 
home, at least for a while. My dad could have gone to 
jail if he hadn't given in and let mom go. It broke my 
father's heart.

After a few months of court battles, Grandma Darlene 
and her husband, Grandpa Earl, became mom's new foster 
parents. Darlene told dad that he couldn't see mom 
anymore, but that didn't stop him. Mom and dad got 
together whenever they could. Mom got pregnant and 
shortly after her eighteenth birthday, mom and dad got 
married. Three months later, I was born.

So, you can see, after all my mother has been through, 
you shouldn't be surprised that she is a little nuts 
and has a drinking problem. There's more craziness in 
our family too. I have my fair share. I'm probably 
just as crazy as mom.

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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