El final de la primera etapa y el inicio de una nueva

During all of high school I lived extreme things that maybe shouldn't be lived at that age or in that time but things that influenced forming the person I am currently and the character I have. Being my brother's submissive was also in my mind and it was so hard to carry him to practice having to endure all those professors fondling my body, caressing my thighs softly until they reached my buttocks and squeezed them and then desperately placing me on the school desk lifting up my mini skirt saying that I had the most beautiful buttocks they had ever seen, what they liked about how innocent I looked but my body was too erotic and didn't match my face or age. There I was in the school bathroom or some corner, giving oral sex to some teacher or janitor... Inside my heart and mind it was fascinating and surprising the capacity a man has to take himself to the limit to get what he wants or enjoy something he knows will be temporary because obviously I wouldn't always be at school so I understood why they overdid me with me why I had abandoned completely studying to be drinking from those penises all hours until the bell rang, even there were several perverts who no longer had sperm in their testicles and yet could still maintain erections so they had me sucking and licking while looking at my eyes and I wondered why if they were panting and having spasms I didn't leave since that was my only reward for all the work I had done.It's been proven by studies that the sexual fetishes you develop psychologically during your adolescence and early sexual experiences, as they mark you and those fetishes are almost impossible to reverse... Now imagine the kind of fetishes I've developed from having that lifestyle where it was practically a sexual doll 🤭 Developing fetiches like feeding on semen or receiving it abundantly in my mouth are things I consider normal within my tastes, using my mouth as if it were another hole for them to fuck into, reaching my throat while making me drool and hearing those sexy sounds of gagging until they strongly discharge directly into my throat are things I learned to enjoy because obviously the teachers didn't have compassion for me and I quickly learned to enjoy it so much that even I would orgasm when someone was perverse enough to choke me using my throat as if it were my anus while feeling like oxygen was leaving me and my face was warming up. And don't even get me started on anal sex, which I can't enjoy unless there are slaps and the penetration isn't shallow and intense, always has to be very hard and fast, I love doing it that way because it puts me in a position of vulnerability where I can only gasp, as I can barely speak well due to the intensity of the movement and how my breathing is agitated.As I was growing up, my brother was obviously doing the same, so I could feel and notice changes in his physical appearance and strength, becoming more rough with me each time and that filled my heart with happiness because I knew he could treat me even harsher than at school and that filled my heart with happiness. Some years passed until I finally graduated from high school, obviously all the teachers increased their pace and became more intense as they approached my graduation, knowing they wouldn't see me again, some even played the role of a softie trying to be more compassionate towards me or asking what I liked most to make the relationship mutual, but obviously those attitudes didn't deceive me... I had been with them since the beginning and knew how they had treated me during all those years so a smile and good attitude wouldn't change anything. There were also teachers who had been good from the start, teachers who really went overboard with anal sex because they used all their strength but always asked if I felt okay, asking if I at least enjoyed it, teachers who didn't go overboard with me and even when it was their turn said I looked tired and let me rest while I leaned on their legs and caressed their penises telling them it wasn't fair for them to lose their turn just because someone else had gone a little too far with me so at least I would make them happy my way and give them soft oral sex while caressing their testicles. During all my years in high school, I made great friends, men who were inconsistent because they had sex with me until satisfying their libido but tried to give me advice even telling me to try things out with my brother to improve our sexual relationship, people with whom I still have contact today because they tried one way or another to support the It would be said mundanely. My graduation party turned into one of the biggest orgies I've ever lived through in my life because obviously everyone wanted a last turn with me, it was one of the wildest things I've ever lived through because having them all on the same day was really exhausting but at the same time I also felt a slight sting in my heart because I had gotten used to them and knowing that I wouldn't see them again at some point made me feel sad so with a sweet smile I gave pleasure to each of them especially those who got along well with me by kissing them a lot on the mouth and whispering in their ear that this wouldn't be the last they'd have of me... The others only got a good time and yes, even the last one treated me like a cheap slut, I'd lie if I said it made me feel bad because it made me feel very well at some point although at some point I also wondered to myself if this would be the end of everything if I never lived something as intense again like what I had lived in high school but at the same time next to that sadness there was an emotion running through my whole body because I wondered what other crazy ideas my brother would come up with, if he'd think of anything to do in university or at home alone... At that point I already had dreams and goals for my brother, saving just enough money to buy a house and be able to live alone because I needed privacy with him, and the biggest dream I've ever had is to have a family and be a mother. I suppose this marks the end of the school era since obviously I lived many things in college but it would take too long to tell each one of those things, if anyone of you has curiosity about knowing more can write me and with pleasure I can relate some of them.