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When I Was A Kid
You've carried a big burden on your shoulders for years - ever since you lost your mom's favorite bracelet you've denied you had anything to do with it. Tell us about it. Ashamed that you sucked your thumb until you were 12? Or are you ready to confess that it was you who threw your brother's comic book collection into the toilet?

Kids do all kinds of things, some well-intentioned, some quite purposefully mean-spirited. If you're ready to tell about your embarrassing childhood acts, then post your confession now.

Important note: This section is not for confessions that involve sex with children or sexual situations where children were involved. Any such postings will be deleted immediately you sick twisted fuck.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 48

    It was the 1960's and I was about 5 or 6 at the time, I was woken up during the night by my parents having a row, I laid there quietly listening but not understanding what was going on, Suddenly it went quiet and I heard my father enter my room and he got in bed with me, I just laid there pretending I was asleep, His arm came over my waist and his hand slowly slipped into my pyjama bottoms and he started touching my then very small penis and balls, I didn't understand what he was doing although it felt very nice I must have made a noise as I heard him say "Shhhhh! Be quiet" and he carried on touching me gently, Then he started undressing me I just lay there and let him he got me completely naked and opened my legs wide and started kissing and licking my dick and balls his mouth could cover everything at once I was so small, All I understood of what was happening to me was that it felt good and I wanted more, The room was dark except for a little street light coming through the curtains, His hands were all over me especially my bum as he continued to lick and suck me, He then rolled me over and licked my bum hole for a while, Then I felt him stop and move then he was laying on too of me I felt something hot and hard between my cheeks as it slid along the crack slow at first but then faster until i felt something hot and wet hit my back, That was the first night of msny for years after thst he came in my room regularly at night, He even did things to me in his garden shed during the day and once in a local woods, He fucked me for the first time when I was 13 by which time I loved his attention and looked forward to it especially after a long day at school.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 19

    We grew up in a place were me and several other kids lived. There was adults there too. Me and the other girls would have to go to the head masters chambers on some nights. We would take a shower with him and he would wash our bodies all over. He had a shower message head in his shower along with a custom table that was small enough to knew on in the doggie position. When we were that way he would be behind us. He would spray the water on us from behind. The feeling of the water hitting my anus and pussy was the best. He would put his mouth there and use his fingers on our clit until we came. When we got to old we had to leave the place.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 22

    My mother used to be an addict and may still be however, I wouldn't know because I have seen her in 12 years. For the longest time I didn't know why she wasn't around. When I was mature enough, my dad told me what had happened. He caught her doing some sort of drugs in the house with various people (men and women). It was a drug/sex party. Not only were people doing it in their room but also mine. Long story short...that was the last time she was in that house and the last time I saw or spoke to her.

    I would normally end up in my dads bed over the next couple of years. A thunderstorm, scary dream etc. I then started to go thru the change. My boobs started to come in and so did my bush. I started feeling funny feelings towards him. As I would lay near him on some nights I would move around so I could be touching him. His body felt good touching mine. My friends told me about masturbation. I tried it and it felt great. Especially on the nights in his bed.

    I didn't know really what an Orgasm was. When my girlfriends would say "did you cum", I would just answer yes not really knowing what it meant. Until one night while in his bed I was doing it and came. I guess I was too loud and he woke up. He knew from one look what I was doing and what had just happened. He held me tight telling me it was OK and to enjoy the feeling. I fell asleep almost immediately.

    I now knew what the prize was and masturbated almost daily. I remember thinking I wonder if it feels this good if someone else does it for you. Then it finally happened. I was doing it in his bed when he spoke up and asked me if I was enjoying myself. I pulled my hand away from myself. I guess he couldn't take it any longer and grabbed my hand and brought it to his face. He was rubbing it all over and smelling my scent. He asked if I wanted to see a boy do what you were doing. I said yes and he took off his covers...he was already naked. I watched him masturbate. I'd never seen this and was totally overtaken by my senses. Now I understand that it was the sights, sounds and smells that were driving me crazy. He reached out and stroked my breasts and then came.

    This was something we shared over the next few months. He eventually ask me if I wanted to feel something really good. I said yes and it was the first time someone has went down on me. The feeling of a warm, soft tongue on your clit is amazing and you never forgot the first time it happens. I figured out that I could cum twice as fast that way and more than once.

    He eventually introduced my to soft-core porn. Now I know it was so I could learn how to give a handjob and eventually a blowjob. This went on for a few years. At 15 I had the body of a women and was ready to make the move to the next level. We talked about it and finally made love. I maybe hurt some but, from masturbating with objects, I was used to things being inside me. When I came it was the warmests feeling ever. He held me tight as always then started moving again and then a came on my belly.

    My sex life was perfect. Now I'm in college and the quality of "dick" out there is no comparison to those 10 years.

    From time to time when I'm back home during breaks we will still make love however, now that I'm older and wiser when it comes to that stuff, I prefer a good fucking doggie style. Now when he cums and shakes all over and breathes heavy, I finally get to hold and comfort him.

    #41661 — Comments (0) — Sep 25, 2018 at 7:07 PM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 27

    When i was 16 i had sex with a 45 year old women who was paying me to clear her large garden up.i don`t know why she let me as she seemed a very happy married women.but pushing my cock fully up her was took me several attempts before she finally come so i guess i was very lucky that erections came very had little experience before her so it was a dream come true to have this married women allowing me into her bed now and again .

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 18

    About 8 years in 2010, I was really into making youtube videos. At the time I was only 10 and my parents did not really police me on it. I would make videos on random things I did, like playing videogames or swimming in my pool. One of my videos was of my mourning routine. Some of the comments on this video asked me to do a shower routine videos, and at the time I saw nothing wrong with doing that.

    In this video, I did not even try to censor anything. I started out with me stripping down for a shower, getting completely naked on camera. My circumcised penis and tiny ball sack hung right in view of the camera.

    I then got into the shower and start to clean myself, my illegal cock still visible. As I continued to clean myself I started playing with my balls. I then turn around and expose my ass, spreading my cheek to allow water to flow through and expose my ass hole.

    After I posted the video, I received comments that read:

    "I want to put your whole fucking cock in my mouth"

    "I fuck you so hard in that tight hole of yours"

    "Little boy, give me a blow job"

    "You should get fucked by two other boys, one in the ass and another in the mouth"

    "I think you will fit"

    While yes, those comments are horrible, I cannot help jerking off to them thinking about all those people wanting to have sex with me.

    The video got taken down at some point.

    Did you ever film yourself naked when you were underaged? Leave a comment.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 29

    I guess I was molded. I had a dear uncle who liked to hold me and I liked it when he touched me. I liked being held against him and he would pat my hiney, then run his index finger in my crack and then push his finger into my butt hole. I really liked having my butt hole fingered through my pants or skirt or my panties and to me it felt good. I would go to bed and he came into say good night and sit on the bed and pat me and finger my butt hole. I usually only had a nightgown on and he would finger me in my panties. I am a grown up now and my husband grabs me and fingers my butt hole through my bikini or my panties or my shorts or my dress. I love having my butt hole fingered. If he has fingered me enough he can go ahead and fuck me all he wants. He knows it is the key to getting pussy.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 24

    When I was 7 years old my mom died. A few weeks later my dad told me that I was now the woman of the house. I thought he meant I would have to do all the cooking and cleaning etc. Turns out he meant I was his woman. He took me to bed and taught me about sex. He was gentle and showed me a lot of affection beyond what he had done in the past which I think was fairly normal for any family. But when mom died he told me I was sexy and more beautiful than my mom had ever been and that we were going to live as husband and wife. I never slept alone again. He invited me into his bed and gently took my virginity. I am grateful that he had a fairly small penis. It was only about 4.5 inches long and maybe about an inch thick when erect and it never got all the way erect. So it was not as painful as you might imagine. The best part was he ate me out for about three hours first and that resulted in my first and second orgasm ever. then with a ton of numbing lube he spent about an hour gradually working it inside me. I felt stuffed like the way if feels when you have a really big turd you put way too much effort into shitting out your ass. It hurt only in that way. I didn't feel any pain from tearing and only after did I realize that my hymen had been bleeding a little but by then it had clotted and in less than a week had healed up. I should say he gave me a little vibrator to play with a couple of weeks earlier and I used that thing religiously every night though it was months later before I could achieve orgasm from a vibrator.

    Now I want to be clear. I did not become sexually aroused at that time. It was a few years later when I first experienced being horny. At 7 it was two things. First it just plain felt good once I got past busting my cherry. And second the intimacy I experienced being my Dad's new wife was so intensely fulfilling that ever since I just can't become interested in any other man. But when I hit 11 years old and woke up that morning horny as hell and looked at my dad and realized just how sexy he is I fucked him silly. In fact I fucked him awake. I ignored his snoring and climbed onto his cock and sunk down on it and just fucked him until he wok up. He could tell by the look on my face what was going on and he turned us over and fucked me like the slut he turned me into.

    In only one sense do I regret becoming my dad's wife. Dad just turned 60. He will likely die of old age sometime in the next thirty years. I have been ruined for any other man. When He goes I probably will just have a hysterectomy and be done with it. I can't imagine any other lover will ever make me feel the way he does. I should also mention I have had three babies by my dad, a girl and two boys and no I am not worried about him touching them. I see the way he looks at me and the way he looks at them. It's different. Of course I also keep his Viagra and T locked up. I love the way he begs for his special medicine and I make him take his blue pill with a glass of my pee. He's been a very naughty Daddy and I love to "punish" him for it. Of course his little dick is no longer big enough to satisfy me but his tongue still works magic, especially up my ass.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 20

    My original parents were divorced when I was young. My mother remarried a couple of years later. Growing up it was just the three of us. It was the normal household. I had plenty of friends, was on the honor roll, played sports etc.

    Both my Mom and my stepfather had problems sleeping and took meds for it. Ambien I believe. I learned about this and it's strange side effects when I was 13 going on 14. I also learned that I could manipulate the situation when they were "under". Under is what I started calling it because they would take these pills and 20 minutes later they would be totally out of it and would never remember shit.

    Throughout school I used this to my advantage by having them sign forms and say "yes" to stuff they would normally so no too and they had no recollection.

    On many nights I would go into their room and the TV would be on lighting up the room. One of them would sometimes see me and get up to go to the bathroom not realizing they were totally nude. On the way back they would see me and come over to talk, hugging me and saying incoherent things.

    I was starting to fill out and I certainly was starting to get a nice bush going but I could see my moms body and I could see what was in store for me. My little boobs would get bigger thankfully. She had a huge bush and I wasn't sure I wanted that. That was my first sighting of a penis too. My stepdad would be like hey are you looking for something? My eyes were glued to his penis. Now I know that it was regular size but then it seemed bigger. He'd hug me goodnight and it would touch me then he'd say can you turn off the tv and fell back into bed.

    I found myself doing this more and more. It was causing new sensations in me and soon I learned about masturbation and how to do it. I swear I should be blind by now. Whoever said girls don't do it is full of shit.

    one night I came in and the tv was on and they were lying over the covers and nude. I backed into a dark corner and watched for a while. When my mom would turn towards him her hand almost instinctively seemed to grab his penis. She would squeeze it and stroke it up and down for about 10 seconds then stop. In turn, his hands would almost always go to her boobs like they were great big magnets.

    I got more daring after a while. I found that I could take her hand and put it on his penis and she would stroke it and he would mumble "that feels great sarah" I could put his hands on her pussy and he would fondle her too. I thought that I could get them to have sex but I wasn't able to get that to happen.

    Although, one night when I came in they were not quite asleep yet and she was giving him a blowjob. The said hello as always but didn't stop. I walked to the bathroom and stayed in there for a few minutes and they apparently forgot all about me. I came out and watched him get behind her and have sex with her doggie style.

    I kept getting more and more daring as time went on. Eventually, I got up the nerve to put my own hand on his penis. Just like every other time he calls sarah's name (my mom). It felt kind of soft and smooth and his balls felt heavy. I found it very interesting that he would be soft and I could make him hard.

    I found out about the masturbation from the internet. So it didn't take long for me to see what happens when a guy cums.

    I wanted to see this for myself and played with his thing to get it hard and after a couple of minutes I watched my first dick shooting off. It felt warm and gooey on my hand.

    Fast forward six months. I had tried all kinds of stuff. I now was wondering could I simply whisper a command and they would act it out. One night I said in a deep voice. Sarah, please put your mouth on this. She didn't move so I helped by pushing her head in that direction and said it again. She just rolled over and started giving him a blowjob. After a couple minutes he made some sounds and I knew that he was actually cumming in someones mouth.

    I tasted it myself one night and I thought it was strange by somehow good. On another night I talked to him like I was my mom. "let me suck you". He grabbed his dick and said ok. just like always, two minutes in and he came i my mouth just like moms. Having all that cum in your mouth at one time was totally different than tasting it with you fingertip. I grew to like it and am a swallower to this day.

    I never did have the nerve to fuck him. I wanted to feel what my mom felt but I knew how girls go pregnant and I definitely would have ended up that way. This dog eventually had her day somewhere else with someone else.

    I miss those days and it really has affected me. I am majoring in psychology and want to become a therapist and want to continue my testing to see if I can still manipulate people into fucking and doing whatever I command. I've started with my college roomy and her BF. So far...100% success rate. In the year and a half I've been here, I've watched a dozen people doing things they had no control over. This data could be skewed because we are in college and fucking in the same room or in from of people has become normal. My next patients will be ones that are virgins...yes, there are still some of those in college.

    I have kept and recorded all of this data and will someday love to publish my findings.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 55

    This happened in the 1960s, many years ago. My only sister was 5 years older than me. When she was a teenager, she could be moody and bossy at times. Needless to say, I would often try to avoid her. But one evening when my parents were away, we ended up watching TV together. At some point we were talking about school and she started to tease me about my lack of experience with the opposite sex. I was barely a teenager and hadn't dated, so all I could say was "no" to her questions.

    Her teasing got more provocative, and when I admitted I had never seen or touched a girl's breasts, she leered at me and lifted her shirt and exposed her bra. She asked if I wanted to touch her boobs. I was feeling awkward and didn't know what to say. Before I could answer, she then dared me to show her my penis. I said okay,but only if she would show me her pussy. I pulled down my pants then quickly pulled them back up. So, my sister pulled down her pants. But she kept them down and then dared me to lick her down there. She told me all girls liked to be licked while they were still virgins. I had no idea if she was telling the truth or had ever been licked (this was the '60s when teen sex wasn't practiced widely).

    I remember how she sat on the couch leaned back and opened her legs. I kneeled in front of her and then very slowly stuck out my tongue and began to lick her. I wasn't sure if I was doing it right. I did it lightly at first and was a little bothered by her thick pubic hairs, which were already wet. She urged me to get closer. I kind of licked all around, not really knowing what I was doing. Despite my lack of skill, she was incredibly wet. And then I must have started to lick her clitoris because very quickly she started to sigh and whimper when I ran my tongue over what felt like a little bump. I wasn't expecting that. The more I licked her there, the more she whimpered. I could feel my face getting wetter and wetter as I licked her more eagerly. The sound of her voice, so unusually soft and full of those sexy sighs, really turned me on. After several minutes, she began to buck. I felt her hands grab my head, trying to hold me firm and steady against her sopping pussy. Suddenly, she gasped and I felt a spasm shoot through her body. Her legs shook and then she clamped them around my head, squeezing me hard.

    When I pulled away and looked at her, my sister's face was deep red and she was breathing hard. Then she looked at me and quickly pulled up her pants and left the room. My dick was as hard as a rock, my head was spinning and I was quite out of breath.

    After this experience, my sister would seek me out regularly when my parents weren't home. If my parents were home, she would have me sneak into her room after they had gone to bed. On several occasions, she pulled me into her closet when she needed some licking during the day. I never touched her in any other way and she never touched me. To be honest, I became obsessed with her licking her pussy and thought this was what sex was all about. She would get on the couch or her bed, pull down her pants and let me lick her. I got to be good at it and learned how to suck on her clit and pussy lips, as well as to push my tongue deep into her cleft.

    I really liked how she would transform from a bratty teenager into a whimpering girl when I licked her, so I would do it more and more, sometimes for many, many minutes, making her cum several times before she would finally say, "enough" and push me away. On good days, I would count at least a half-dozen orgasms.

    Later, I learned there was more to sex than licking, but by then it had become a powerful fetish for me and still is.

    #41573 — Comments (0) — Sep 18, 2018 at 10:35 AM — That's Juicy! (17) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 51

    My mom died of cancer when i was seven years old. My memories of her are of her being sick and getting progressively sicker. She was only 35 years old when she passed away. After she died, my father went into a long deep funk. He was not very talkative, but after her death he became morose. His darkness continued over the ensuing years. He went to work and would come home and often spend the evening staring blankly into space. I would go to school and come home to a home that was empty and cold. I was a latch key kid. I and few friends. I would send the afternoons and early evenings reading. We would eat carry-out meals, burgers or fried chicken, pizza or Chinese. On the weekends sometimes my father would grill steaks but usually we would eat carry-out even on the weekends.

    For the first several years after my mother's death, my father did not date. When I was 12 years old, he began seeing a woman whom he'd met at his work. Her name was Natalie. She was an attractive woman, a few years older than my father. She was quiet, or at least she was quiet around me while they were dating. There was something about her that I didn't like, but could never put my finger on it. Soon, my father told me that he was going to marry Natalie and that she would come to live with us and that she would be my mother. The idea that she could ever be my mother was appalling to me. It felt like a betrayal to the woman than bore me, the woman who had shown me so much love as a child. The woman who died so very young. The woman whose smile I could never forget.

    After a brief honeymoon, Natalie moved into our home, and it was not long before I realized how much she hated me. She was constantly on my case. Nothing I ever did was right in her eyes. She would mete out punishment for slights real and imagined by pulling down my trousers and spanking me bare-assed with her hand, slapping my bottom until it reddened and stung. To say that I found these spankings embarrassing is an understatement. I was, after all, 12 years old and in the midst of the beginnings of puberty. One afternoon, as she was spanking me, my penis became erect between her thighs and the more she slapped my butt, the harder it became, until finally i felt a tremendous release and shot a thin, milky fluid between her thighs. She became enraged, pulling me up by hair until it felt like i was being scalped. "You lousy little perverted bastard! You came on my legs!" I didn't know much about sex, had no idea what had just happened, but I knew i was in deep trouble. I was standing there before her, my trousers and briefs bunched up at my ankles, my cock still standing at attention, still dripping cum, as she slapped me across the face. I began crying, but wasn't sure if it was the pain from getting slapped, or the mortification at what had just happened.

    She threatened to tell my father, and I begged her not to. She pulled me by my hair into the bathroom and began rummaging around in the medicine chest with her one free hand. She grabbed a green plastic bottle of Mentholatum, a mentholated salve my father used to rub on his back, let loose my hair for long enough to open the metal cap and dig her fingers into the yellow ointment and then began slathering it on my penis and testicles. Within moments there was a terrible burning sensation spreading across my groin as it if were on fire. "Everyday, you little pervert, everyday you come home from school you will strip bare-ass and I will make sure your thing never cums again." I didn't know what to make of this, but in the succeeding days, she variously slathered my cock and balls with a variety of burning salves or lotions, including Vicks, Ben Gay, and something called Heet, which burned like molten fire, Sometimes, she would have me drop my drawers to see how nice and red my penis had gotten, inflamed by the salve. But she didn't tell my father, and I was willing to put up with the pain and the outrageous shame of it all as long as my father continued to be blissfully ignorant of what I had done.

    Over the next several months, my penis grew thicker and longer. My balls became larger and hung lower in the sac, and my groin became increasingly hairy. There were times when notwithstanding the burning pain that she inflicted on me by slathering her hellish salves and lotions on my cock and balls, that I would cum as she worked the salve into my cock by pulling up and down on the shaft, and every time this happened, Natalie would redouble her efforts.

    One day, as she had me naked in front of her, her hands working the fire into my cock and balls, the front door opened. It was my father who had come home from work early. He stopped in his tracks, the front door still wide open. He bellowed, "What the fuck is going on in here?" Natalie's hands froze, one on the shaft of my bobbing cock, and one holding my balls, heavy with cum. I had never seen her afraid before but now there was a look of pure terror in her eyes. "How long has this been going on?" he roared. Natalie stammered, but I piped in, ever since the first month you let her into our home, Dad."

    I had never seen the old man move like that, but he took two huge steps and was on her, slapping her face and throwing her to the floor. "You've been smearing this shit all over my son's privates? What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch?" Natalie tried to justify what she had done, but that only brought a barrage of slaps which shut her up.He looked back at me and said, "Son, go wash this crap off and get dressed." I ran upstairs and took a long warm shower carefully lathering my cock and balls with soapy suds and washing the burning salve off me. My cock and balls were a bright red and still burned but it felt somewhat better. By the time I got back downstairs, Natalie was gone. I never saw her again and her name was never mentioned by my father.

    Soon it was as it had been before, a sepulcher of solitude. My father never dated again. I didn't date until I got into college. The first few times that I tried to have sex with a girl, I would that I would lose my erection soon after penetrating them. I didn't know what was wrong. I saw a doctor at the college clinic, and he said that everything was in order physically and he urged me to see a therapist, as my problem seemed to be psychological in origin. I had a few sessions with a female therapist and she asked me whether I maintained my erection when i masturbated. I sheepishly admitted to her that I didn't masturbate, which caused her left eyebrow to riae up questioningly. "You don't masturbate? Never?" I told her, no, I did not. She instructed me to go home and masturbate and see if I maintained my erection through to orgasm. I went home, and no matter how long I masturbated, I found that I would initially get hard and then my cock would lose its hardness and become flaccid. The next session, I advised the therapist of my failed attempts to masturbate to completion. She asked me whether I had ever been m****ted, and slowly she got me to tell her the whole story. She asked me to again try to masturbate, but this time, to slather some mentholated salve on my penis. Sure enough, with my cock covered in Mentholatum and burning, my cock stayed hard until i exploded in a powerful orgasm.

    When at the next session, I told the therapist that slathered in the burning salve, I had no trouble maintaining my erection to orgasm, she advised me that Natalie's actions had caused my brain to equate sex with the shameful masturbatory applications of the salves and lotions and that we would have to work on separating my sense of sexuality from those acts. Over the years, I have managed to have normal sexual relationships with women, but every now and then I come up flaccid, and when I do, I know that relief, is locked in a little green plastic bottle in my medicine cabinet.

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