Confessions of a Slut

By Phebe Bodelle

Confessions of a Slut, 106 pages over 42,000 words of no nonsense erotica, enjoy.
After finding some very steamy and explicit photographs of her parents Nancy begins a journey of sexual awakening. Join the young woman as she discovers the pleasure her body can give her and then moves onto the joy and fulfilment that a sexual partner can bring.
Nancy is now at university, away from her parents so it is far easier for her to engage in her favourite pastime, SEX. She goes from adventure to adventure culminating in a romp where she is joined by her mother in a hotel with the men of their choice. She’s a trainee solicitor and finds the boss has more on his mind than torts, laws and contracts. Nancy loves it all and you will too.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Jan 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301807123

Phebe Bodelle

Hello there, it's Phebe writing. The character in "My very rude Awakening" is based largely on fact with a bit of embellishement where it made the story better. I am 29 years of age and have become an exhibitionst over the last few years and love displaying my body either naked or in see-thru clothes. I know men enjoy looking at me.I hope you enjoy reading my sexciting adventures.

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Confessions of a Slut

by

Phebe Bodelle

Smashwords 2nd Edition

Copyright 2018 Phebe Bodelle

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All my books are dedicated to every sexually

liberated person everywhere, enjoy!

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

My Very Rude Awakening

Chapter 1 – A Chance Encounter, or so I thought

Chapter 2 - The Next Day

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About the Author

Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Nancy, naff I know but my Mum loved Bill Sykes bit of skirt in Oliver Twist at the time of my birth so I’m stuck with it. That’s all the introduction about me that you really need to know apart from the fact that I’m gorgeous looking with a wonderful figure, have tits that men would die for, long, almost black hair and am probably the randiest piece of arse you’re ever likely to come across, oh and it has been said I’m a bitch, but you can make your own mind up on that.

I didn’t realise it at the time but I had my first ever orgasm when I was twelve. I’d been to the local shop for my Mum, she urgently needed some flour to do a bit of baking but when I got outside the shop I met some girls from school and started yacking to them. Time passed and when I realised how late it was I ran home as fast as I could. I was half way there when this very peculiar feeling flooded through my groin. It was a very odd feeling but felt absolutely wonderful, I was stunned but kept on running to keep the feeling going. I’ve remembered that incident ever since but it wasn’t until I was sixteen that I realised it was the pleasure derived from my now favourite past time, sex.

Mum of course was furious with me for taking so long and started to shout at me.

You should have remembered the flour when you went shopping instead of expecting me to slave around after you. I shouted back and stormed off to my bedroom.

You just wait until your father gets home. She roared up the stairs after me.

Stupid cow, I said to the framed picture adorning the stairs.

Dad, all he’d say would be something like, You shouldn’t speak to your mother like that. And that would be it, if the silly bitch told him about it at all. I was Daddy’s little blue eyed girl and couldn’t do anything wrong in his eyes, the sop!

My second orgasm happened about six months later, again when I was running and the feelings it gave me were just as marvellous as the first time. I even considered taking up athletics to induce the feelings again they were so good but that would have been a pretty un cool thing to do, a girl’s got to maintain her street cred after all.

My first proper orgasm happened when I was fourteen, by proper orgasm I mean a self induced, play with your clit, fingers in your cunt type orgasm. Dad was out at work and Mum had gone off for a cup of coffee with a neighbour. I was mooching about the house bored out of my skull when I decided to have a look around my parents bed room, a no go area to me according to them and I wondered why? The answer lay in a shoe box hidden behind some clothes in the top cupboard of their fitted wardrobes. I took it down from the shelf and sat on their bed curiosity running wild. I lifted the lid and there were a pile of envelopes, I picked up the first one, opened it and inside were photographs, Mum naked, Dad naked with a huge erection, Mum playing with herself and Dad, Dad touching Mum all over. Fuck they were pretty horny photos I can tell you. Just then I heard Mum arriving back home; so quickly put the box back in its hidey hole and crept out of their room into mine. I’d find another opportunity to examine the photos properly later.

That night in bed I lay awake thinking about the images I’d seen. Mum didn’t look too bad at all naked, she was slim with nice tits and bum plus a full bush of dark pubic hair, she hadn’t let herself go in any way shape or form. Dad too didn’t look too shabby either. What I was surprised at was his prick. I didn’t realise that a fully hard cock, a man’s cock got that big when erect. I couldn’t imagine how that would feel inserted into my little fanny, not my Dad’s obviously, any other man’s. It looked like it would split me in two but there are plenty of babies about so I suppose a woman’s body was designed to take it. Looking back on those thoughts now I was so naive and considering how much cock I’ve had up me since it is laughable.

Laid in bed I think it was that moment I got my very first sexual urge, I had a funny feeling in my fanny and remembering my mum in the photos touching herself down there I pulled up my nightie and put my hand down to touch myself. My pubes were pretty well developed by this stage and I ran my fingers through my bush before parting my fanny lips with the fingers of my left hand and touched my clit with the index finger of my right hand. That felt pretty nice, no better than nice, so I gave it a little rub and it felt better still. I carried on rubbing, occasionally running fingers down my slit and realising I was getting damp down there. I stopped immediately thinking I was peeing but after a few seconds smelt my fingers and realised it wasn’t pee but an altogether different aroma, quite pleasant in fact. I licked my finger wanting to taste the dampness. Deciding all was okay I resumed rubbing my clit, that little piece of moisture providing a lovely bit of lubricant for my fingers. As I rubbed away a curious sensation started to fill my groin and eventually that feeling over whelmed me until I experienced a wonderful climax. God it was the best feeling in the world and I rubbed and rubbed wanting it to last forever but like all good things it had to come to an end.

I didn’t realise that I had shouted out during the middle of the orgasm and next thing Mum was at the door.

You all alright in there Nancy? She shouted through the door, she wouldn’t have dared just walk in I’d forbidden that years before.

Yeah Mum, just a stomach cramp.

Have you been to the loo baby?

Mum!

Just asking.

It’s gone now, go back to bed.

So long as you’re okay.

I’m fine, now go.

Okay, nun night Nance.

Good night Mum.

Talk about spoiling my fun, the aftermath of the orgasm had disappeared completely with her interruption, bitch!

I knew I had experienced an orgasm, the sex lessons at school had explained all that and some of the girls at school were always talking about them, like it happened every day to them. Well I had just had my very own orgasmic experience and knew full well it was not going to be my last, oh no.

My next chance of examining my parents’ photos came the following Saturday week; they had booked a table at a restaurant with some friends so I was left to my own devices for the evening with strict orders from Mum to behave.

‘Yeah right!’

As soon as I heard Dad’s car driving off I was up in their bedroom like a shot and fetching the shoe box out of the wardrobe. I laid the first envelope to one side and picked up the second. I intended to be careful and wanted to ensure I put back everything as I had found it. If you are going to do something naughty cover your tracks is my motto and if you are caught, lie through your teeth, Dad always believed me.

In the second envelope I got the shock of my life, there was Mum, naked kneeling on the floor with Dad’s prick in her mouth, fucking hell, oral sex, I’d heard about it but this was the first time I’d ever seen it. There were about ten pictures taken from various angles, one in particular struck me, taken over Dad’s shoulder it showed Mum still with his cock in her gob but she was looking directly into the camera with a smile on her lips even though her mouth was full. I put the pictures back in order into the envelope and picked up envelope number three. These pictures were of Mum flat on her back on the bed, legs wide open and Dad with his head buried in her crotch. The fifth photo showed Dad with his tongue in Mum’s slit. It suddenly dawned on me that somebody else had been there to take these photos, so somebody other than my Dad had seen Mum in the nude, wow. The fourth envelope contained pictures of them doing it, actually fucking, there was one shot taken from a very strange angle that showed Dad’s prick deep in Mum’s cunt.

Mum and Dad both looked very happy in the pictures and they were taken on different occasions; in some Mum had her hair longer than in other pictures and in some more she had just dyed her hair red. So these sessions seemed like they were a pretty regular event. I went through all the photos again and selected one from each envelope to hide in my bedroom so I could look at them later. I didn’t think they’d miss one photo from each set. I carefully put them all away and replaced the box into the wardrobe. I then started to examine other drawers and cupboards in their room wondering if there were more revelations for me to find. Mum’s bedside cabinet were where I found a couple of toys. One was a little chrome vibrator, I switched it on and it buzzed very quietly, pulling up my skirt I touched it to my clit through the thin material of my knickers, the vibrations felt nice, I could understand why a woman would enjoy using one of those. At the back of the draw I found a black dildo which again vibrated when it was switched on. Wow did Mum actually insert that in herself, or did Dad do it for her. Just then I noticed the time on Mum’s bedside clock, my parents would soon be returning. I put the sex toys back in the draw, closed it and straightened the bed spread. I picked up the five photos I’d filched and with a last glance to make sure everything was in order switched off the light and closed the door. I deposited the photos into the middle of a Collins Dictionary on my book shelf and then went downstairs, switched on the television and waited for the imminent return of my sexy Mum and Dad who arrived ten minutes later. I feigned sleep wanting to get up to bed as soon as I could to look once more at the photos and give my little clit the attention it deserved.

Looking at the photos with one hand and playing with my clit with the other I gave myself a wonderful orgasm, these feelings were the real deal and I enjoyed every second of bringing them on and the actual climactic experience.

After, I lay awake thinking about my Mum and Dad; they were I believed, a really cool couple indulging their sex life as they saw fit, outside the conventional concept of married life. They looked pretty good too, not like some of my friends’ parents who had gone to fat and would look gross in the nude. I wasn’t like most of my mates who were horrified to even think of their parents having sex, never mind seeing pictures of the event.

I slept well that night dreaming of my parents fucking, not the normal fourteen year olds dream but hey it was fun.

A fortnight later Mum and Dad went out for the evening again so I had another opportunity to mooch around their bedroom. I would also change the photos I’d filched for a new set. I went straight to the wardrobe and got the shoebox down. Lifting the lid I realised straight away that there was a new envelope. I snatched it up and looked through the twenty or so photos; these new ones were even raunchier than the previous lot. Mum was being fucked by another man, the friends they were out with this evening and there was Dad fucking the wife. Fucking alongside cock sucking and cunt licking, God my parents were randy bastards and good luck to them. I realised that I would love to have spoken about this to Mum but knew I probably never would. I saw her in a whole new light and decided not to give her such a hard time. She had, in my estimation, gone up in street cred.

I now recognised the joy of being turned on and looking at the photos of Mum and Dad swinging was turning me on, I sat on the edge of their bed pulled up my skirt and gave my clit a rub through my knickers. I then got to thinking about the black dildo in Mum’s bedside cabinet. I got it out looking at it in wonder; to me it was just like a real prick. I moved onto the bed properly with my back against the head rest, pulled down my knickers, spread my legs and tried the dildo at the entrance to my cunt. Although I was already a little damp the rubber of the dildo against my skin was abrasive. I quickly went into the bathroom and in the cabinet found a jar of Vaseline, I smeared some on the dildo and returning to Mum and Dad’s bedroom sat back on the bed and tried the dildo a second time, it slipped in a little way and then I felt more resistance, I pushed a little harder and felt a sharp pain, pulling out the dildo there was a drop of blood on the end of it, fuck I’d just busted my hymen, silly bitch. I jumped off the bed and immediately saw a small smear of blood on the bedspread, fucking hell.

Calm down Nancy. I said to myself.

I went back to the bathroom, wet a face cloth and returning to the bedroom once again wiped the blood from the bedspread. Fortunately, it was multi coloured and the smear of blood was soon removed. It was a good job it hadn’t been plain white or I would have been in severe trouble. I wiped the dildo removing every trace of Vaseline, dried it with a tissue and put it back in the drawer. I then put all the photos back where they belonged, straightened the bedspread and left the room. Downstairs my hands were shaking, that had been a close one.

A few nights later laid in bed thinking about Mum and Dad’s sex life I remembered a photo of Mum appearing to pinch her nipples. I pulled up my nightie and tried it; I found that by rhythmically squeezing them I got a very pleasant feeling down in my fanny. I kept up the pace for a while until my right hand wandered down to my clit and started rubbing that source of pleasure, some time later I experienced a wonderful orgasm but had learnt to keep the noise down which somehow or other seemed to intensify the feeling. This sex lark was fun, there was so much more yet to discover and I had a very inquisitive mind.

Chapter 2

A week later and we headed off to Torremolinos for our annual two week’s holiday in the sun. Mum and Dad took me