Before I start the high school fuck story, let me tell you about myself. I was a little taller girl in high school than my friends. I was a skinny girl with brown hair and green eyes, and I got these traits from my mother. Like me, my mother is tall, thin, brown-haired and green-eyed. I wasn’t very popular at school but there was always someone who thought I was pretty and wanted to date me. I just fell in love with a boy I really like. Indeed this is a sex storyHe was such a good and handsome boy. He was a child who I learned that his parents were divorced and lived with his father. We had very serious intentions about each other with the stupidity of being a high school teenager. We’ve done many childish things like constant marriage plans, dreams of the future, naming our unborn child. He even introduced me to his father.
The life of Özgür, who is like friends with his father, was quite attractive to me. His father was an educated man, working as a chemical engineer in a pharmaceutical company. The relationship between them was really like a friend relationship, he knew everything about his son and did not restrict in anything. With the convenience of this, I started to visit them very often. Sometimes there would be someone else, we would play games like Monopoly, charades. When they were hungry, they would say whatever they wanted from the outside. Could there be a better life that a high school boy could wish for? Moreover, Özgür was a very good, kind, intelligent child. Needless to say, he is very handsome.
We used to kiss or play with Özgür, but we never went any further. Since I am a virgin girl, I did not want to spoil the situation. Özgür did not force anything in this regard, he never had such an effect. As romantic children, we always dreamed of a future with a wire veil. So actually, this wasn’t a sex story or a high school fuck story for us. It was more of a love story.
The fact that my lover’s father was a very modern and knowledgeable man made our work with Özgür much easier. My family isn’t too oppressive either, but there’s a protective instinct that comes with having a daughter. But Özgür’s father, that is, Uncle Tarık, called my father when there was a problem, giving him peace of mind. If I had to go home late, he would call my father, get permission, and say that he would leave by car. Even though our folks didn’t like it, they would allow it.
Özgür and his father Tarık had made a plan for the New Year. Özgür asked me to enter the new year together. Even though I said that this was impossible, they made his father call our parents and make a speech like “Ozgur will gather at home with his friends in the new year, it will be very crowded, you can stay here in Nature, even if you want, you can come”. Our people accepted this situation, even though they didn’t want it at all. But the truth is, there would be no one else in the house except Özgür, Uncle Tarık and me.
We gathered on the evening of December 31st. There was a lot of drinks, appetizers, nuts, fruits, drinks, chocolate and chips, in short, there was enough material for 50 people. Tequila, vodka, lots of beer, and liquors I didn’t even know were appeared. The evening started with a lot of fun. In the meantime, Uncle Tarık’s friends and children came, games were played, music was listened, conversations were made, drinks were drank, the countdown was done and everyone dispersed to their homes. I had drank very little until then. Likewise, Özgür. Uncle Tarik put a tequila bottle in the middle of this evening in honor of this evening. Then the name showed us how to do it. Tequila was poured into small shot glasses. A little salt was put in the mouth. The tequila was shot. Then the lemons were eaten. An incredibly sour and bitter taste remained on my lips, numbing the mouth. I don’t know exactly how many times we’ve done this, but I remember finishing the bottle. So when I finished the bottle, I was perfectly sane. I remember that not long after, Özgür fell to the ground and couldn’t get up. When I opened my eyes for a while, I was throwing up on the toilet in the bathroom. Uncle Tarik was holding my hair from behind so that my vomit wouldn’t get dirty. I remember at one time he hugged me and took me to where I was going to sleep.
It was the first time in my life that I was this drunk. It was the first time in my life that I drank so much. This is where the transformation of our story into a sex story started right here. And I turn into the hero of a high school fuck story . When I opened my eyes in the place where I was sleeping, I saw Uncle Tarık sleeping next to me and looking at me. But my head was spinning so much that I immediately closed my eyes again. At that time, I felt that his hands were walking on my legs and even towards my womanhood, but I could not find the strength to object. Then he put my hand inside my underwear and started stroking me. My stomach was so nauseous that I was struggling not to open my eyes. At that time, I was just making a deep groan that I couldn’t help.
Uncle Tarik took his hand out of my underwear after a while. I thought it was over, but this time, he started to take off everything I was wearing one by one. He put his head between my legs and this time started to do with his tongue what he did with his finger. Apart from moaning, this time I was holding his hair with my hand and squeezing it. But I didn’t have so much strength that I obviously couldn’t prevent anything. Moreover, because I was moaning, he perceived it as if I was enjoying it, as if I wanted him to do it.
Finally, the thing I feared most happened to me. He took off his pants and got between my legs. Everything felt like a bad dream. For some reason, nothing seemed real at that moment. I grabbed his wrist and squeezed it as he pressed his dick against my femininity. I wanted to say “Don’t do it uncle Tariq” but I don’t even remember if I could say it or not. But I remember feeling a deep pain inside. I couldn’t even shout in front of it. It took strength, an effort, even to shout. I didn’t even have that much. Uncle Tarik came in and out of me non-stop for minutes. I don’t know if he did anything else. I don’t know how it ended either. I just remember waking up in the morning. I was in my underwear when I woke up. I think she dressed it after she was done. I checked for blood on the sheet. There was no blood, so I guess she changed the sheets too.
After this incident, Özgür broke up with me a few months later. He didn’t say anything, but I think it was a bit of his father’s filling. I didn’t tell anyone about this incident either. I think it’s my job to act like I’ve never woken up, to pretend that I’m not aware of anything. I kept this sex story inside me for years. For the first time, I am telling you here as a high school fuck story. Thanks to everyone who listens to me.