Teenage Slut Unleashed: A Shocking Coming-of-Age Story of Lust, Abuse, and Self-Discovery

Confessions of a Teenage Slut

By Greg and Maddie





Warning: This story contains very disturbing content. Sensitive readers should go elsewhere if they are easily offended.

First, let me say that Maddie is a dear friend of mine. We have been together for a while now. When she learned that I write stories, she offered a tale that I just had trouble passing up.

Yes, I know Maddie was taken advantage of. But she asked me to put all of it in this story about her life. So before the self-righteous hypocrites out there jump all over me, just remember that this account was entirely her idea. Was it therapeutic, maybe? I am just the typist, really. We both enjoyed working together on this, and besides, I think she turned out alright. I am sorry the story runs a little long, but Maddie didn’t want it chopped into chapters. I did make her promise that if the response was good, we would write a follow-up. I had a difficult time deciding how to limit the story to just this much. Maddie has a very colorful history.



My name is Madeline, but everyone just calls me Maddie. Ever since I can remember, I’ve always needed to be the center of attention. My earliest memories were of wanting to be watched or noticed. Growing up, I was an only child. It was just Mom and me, but there was always some guy around. My real father, if you could call him that, was never there. I’m pretty sure Mom might not even know exactly who he was. My mom had always worked in bars and restaurants as a barmaid or waitress. She always had to have a man around, even though they never stayed long.

Mom had an attractive body. She was a MILF before the term was even used. She had a slim figure and large breasts. She was always a stickler for having her hair done regularly. It didn’t matter if we had the money or not; her hair was a first priority. She always wore low-cut tops on the job. She knew her tips would be better if men got a good look at her. This is probably how she got to bring so many of the guys home.

For as far back as I can remember, men were always there. Mom told me when I was little that these were my uncles. I didn’t really know or care that much what that even meant. I knew she would be happier when there was a guy around, but it usually ended in a big fight.

My mom’s looks would always attract men, but her domineering personality would always chase them away. I’m sure if I talked to a shrink, he would tell me my need for attention has something to do with not having a stable father figure around. I never knew any different and just got used to having someone new around every couple months.

My earliest memories are of these different men in our lives. Mom had evening work hours and sometimes left me at home with some of them. I was always really friendly, and I got along really well with most of them. Mom was probably too trusting with a few of them. I’ve never told her that more than a couple had given me baths or had walked in on me while I was getting dressed for bed. One guy liked to help me pick out what to wear and usually watched me try on different outfits. I used to pretend to have a fashion show for him. I always seemed to have a desire to please them. I guess I thought if they liked me and mom, they would stick around longer. While mom was at work, I spent many evenings cuddled up next to one of them on the couch watching TV.

There was one particular guy I really got attached to. His name was Derrick. Mom had met him at work as usual and started bringing him home. He came by occasionally in the evenings when Mom had to work. He was good at fixing things, and since we were always in low-rent apartments, there was always something around that needed repairing. It was always a hassle to get the landlords to fix anything.

He and I would often wrestle on the floor of the living room. He liked tickling me and giving me rides around the apartment on his back. He had me call him by some silly horse’s name while we were doing this. Sometimes we would just lie on the floor and play a game where he would search my body for a new tickle spot. I would just lie there as his hands moved around on me. I would fight back the urge to laugh. Other times he would lay right on top of me and pin me to the floor like a great monster. I would have to find a way to wiggle out from under him. We had a great time doing this.

Derrick and Mom used to make a lot of noises late at night when she got off work. The apartments were usually small, and my room was usually right alongside hers. I was curious one time and quietly snuck into the hallway. Mom’s room only had a single light on. I saw them on top of each other. Mom’s moaning concerned me at first. I was afraid they were mad at each other. I remember watching at the edge of the door for some time, and of course I saw most everything they were doing.

I think that was maybe the first time I realized that a guy’s cock was used for things other than peeing. After a bit, I guess I figured out that they weren’t angry. At one point, Derrick sat up and kneeled on the bed. Mom started sucking on

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