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I’m not sure how it happened to me, I grew up a
normal middle-class Midwestern girl. But I grew up to be what my vanilla
counterparts refer
to as a “slut”. Hated by wives, secretly lusted after by their husbands, I
came to terms with what I am and what I crave long ago. I love
sex, no; I love to fuck, cheap, meaningless, animal fucking, no love no
emotion, just in your face raw…well, you know.
Was I born this way? I don’t think so, I’ve pondered my affinity for sex
and what makes me this way and I think at some point in my life I
just learned to enjoy unattached sex. I know that’s a man thing. For us
women, we are taught at an early age not to be promiscuous. My mother
as well drew certain lines when it came to me and boys. I took note and I
paid attention. But at the time I hit puberty, I realized that I
was different than my female peers. At 12 I discovered masturbation after
sneaking into my Dads porn collection. I gave my first blow job at
14 and by 15 I had a steady boyfriend that loved the way I gave head. I
hadn’t however, had actual intercourse until I was 17. Looking back
now, I believe that it was then that my inner nymphomaniac overpowered me.
I haven’t been the same since. I am now 34.
I was a late bloomer when it came to my body’s development. At about 16,
and almost overnight, I went from a skinny, flat-chested blonde
tomboy (jeans and sneakers) with green eyes to a voluptuous 36-24-36.
Immediately, boys looked at me differently. No matter where I went or
what I did when I got there, boys and even men leered at me. It was
embarrassing. In the course of a year my chest blossomed to a 38 D cup.
It was like Mother Nature had plotted my course for me, “this one’s gonna’
love to fuck!” she must’ve said.
So there I was, 5’ 7”, big breasted, narrow waisted and round hips that
wouldn’t quit. I had the entire high school football team waiting in
line to ask me to the prom. I did everything I could to avoid any and all
male attention, except that of my boyfriend, Scott. Poor guy, I
never did have sex with him.
What happened at seventeen that changed me? Wouldn’t you like to know
(sorry, I love to tease)? Okay, I’ll tell you. But get your lube guys,
this one’s a jizz blower.
I had been babysitting for Colin Wood (I’ll call him) since I was fifteen.
He was a single father raising a strong willed little boy and in
1990 (the year I turned 17) that was rare. I took pity on him and offered
my babysitting services on weekends so he could somehow derive some
sort of social life. Honestly, I was attracted to him. I’d even fantasized
about him but never once did I think he would be the one to steal
my innocence. And steal it, he did.
On one Saturday night, after a very bad date, Colin came home a little
later than usual. It was after 2 a.m. when he stumbled home, slightly
drunk. I’d put his son to bed hours ago and was bundled up on the couch
watching some stupid Lifetime movie. I had made myself comfortable in
shorts, a t-shirt and I had lost my shoes while watching Valerie
Bertinelli get the shit kicked out of her. I was tired and getting r*ped
(so
to speak) was the last thing on my mind.
So here comes Colin, I could tell he was not only drunk, he was upset,
mumbling something about how bad his date went. At first I was unsure
of how to respond. I eventually decided to try and put him to bed.
Colin read about a 6 on the drunk-o-meter. I walked him upstairs and took
him to his room. His breath was sweet with the scent of liquor as I
walked him to his bed and began to undress him. I pulled his boots off,
yanked off his shirt and set my sights on his jeans. Colin wore his
Levi’s tight, boot cut. I felt a little uneasy unbuttoning his pants and
sliding them off his legs, but I figured he was drunk enough that he
wouldn’t remember anything the next morning. As I wrestled with his
britches, Colin started giggling like a teenager. I have to admit it was
fairly humorous. Finally I was able to remove his pants and slide his
lanky frame into bed. As I went to draw the covers over him, I noticed
something very peculiar about his boxer shorts. He had an erection and my
god it was huge.
I had seen plenty of cock by the time I turned seventeen, but Colin had a
secret that must have been difficult to keep. I guessed that secret
to be about nine inches long. It was a far cry from the five inch rumors
that the studs at school liked to spread. I have to admit I was
fascinated by it. I remembered my last fantasy of Colin and made a mental
note to adjust a few details the next time I fantasized about him.
I covered him, went to the door and proceeded to shut off the light. I
heard more of that strange giggling. Colin reached out his hand to me
and asked me to come to the bed. I had no clue what was about to happen
next. Honestly, thinking about it now still arouses me. It was like
something out of a poorly acted porno that had really god sex scenes (it
seems the best porn studs have the acting skills of…well, porn
studs).
I trusted Colin, and went to him. I figured he was going to ask for some
water or something. I put my hand in his and asked him what he
wanted. The next thing I know, he pulls me on the bed and he’s trying to
put his tongue in my mouth. At first I’m stunned then I try to
politely deflect his advances. His hands are fast and he’s trying to
undress me.
At this point I’m torn. While I have fantasized about him, I never desired
to actually sleep with him. But at the same time I’ve never had
anyone ever try to take what they want from me. It was like he wanted me
badly and that turned me on. But what was I to do, actually fuck
him? No, that wouldn’t be smart.
So I kept trying to get him off of me. Until I feel nine inches of rock
solid cock against my tummy. It was poking out of his boxer shorts
and resting itself on me. Colin starts talking about how much I’ve
developed since he first met me, how beautiful I’ve become and how often
he has fantasized about making love to me. No one had ever said that. It
was the turning point, I still tried to fight him off but my
curiosity level was peaking.
Colin stopped all movement, it was just enough time for me to flip over
and jump off of the bed. I turn around and the man is naked. He is on
his knees with nine inches of ecstasy sticking straight out. I couldn’t
believe my eyes; it was thick as well as long.
My Dad collected vintage John Holmes movies and, even though John’s dead,
it was his movies that used to really get me off. I had always
wondered what sex would feel like with that foot-long monster cock. I
figured this was as close as I was going to get to Mr. Holmes.
Colin jumped off the bed and before I could respond, he wrapped his arms
around me and planted his mouth on mine. I was surprised at how good
it felt. My mind kept telling me to stop him, but he was kissing me, slow
and tender. I couldn’t help but kiss him back. Slowly he turned and
laid me on the bed, his hands explored my teenaged body in ways Scott had
only imagined. While it was awkward it was also wonderful. I
willingly took off my shorts and figured I’d let him have his way through
my white cotton panties, but I would never take them off.
His touch was deliberate and slow, it sent serious chills down my spine.
By now I wanted him to bring me off with his hands, something the
boys at school could never do. He knew exactly where my love button was as
I spread my legs wide. Colin’s fingertips were firm; he rubbed my
clit in a slow circular motion. I was eating it up like ice cream. I
writhed like a trapped cat beneath him, gazing into his eyes wondering
why this man seemed hardly able to get a date. My skin bumped up (the
goose variety) as Colin massaged my pussy (you guys love it when I call
it that) to my first orgasm with a man. Yeah, I’ve gotten myself off
before, but Colin the-wonder-schlong was my first male induced orgasm.
By this time I was ready for some action. But I had to control myself, Idecided that there wouldn’t be actual coitus, but I would do
everything else. Besides I wanted to see that engorged cock blow its wad.
I let him take off my oversized t-shirt and with the hand of a magician he
unhinged my bra. Swiftly he put his mouth on my breast, sucking
the rock-hard nipple, forcefully but carefully. I worked up the courage to
find his cock with my hand. I couldn’t believe how it felt, soft,
thick and solid. I ran my hand down its length; I’d never been able to do
that before. Scott didn’t have length.
Colin moved to the edge of the bed and put me on the floor, on my knees.
He didn’t have to say a word; I wrapped my mouth around his manhood.
It filled my oral cavity to capacity. I had to work it slowly trying to
keep my teeth from scraping him (Scott taught me that). He tasted
just about like every other cock I had ever sucked, but he was big, very
big. Colin began to talk to me, “that’s it, girl,” he encouraged,
“just like that”
I was unsure of my ability to really blow this guy, but honestly, I’m one
of the few women you’ll ever encounter that loves to blow men and
after a minute or two I wanted to suck this guy down. Of course this was
physically impossible. But I wanted to try. In and out I sucked
using spit as a lubricant. I lapped at Colin’s member like a thirsty cat,
trying desperately to get him off. After several minutes, must’ve
been about twenty, my jaw ached and my tongue was rubbing itself raw. But
I didn’t wish to stop. Colin did that for me.
The big guy stood me up and laid me on the bed. He tried to take my
underwear off but, even though I wanted him to, I couldn’t give him what
I knew he wanted. I tried to politely stop him. He assured me it would be
okay, but it wasn’t. I demanded that he stop, but the man wouldn’t.
“Colin, I’m a virgin!” I thought saying that would sober him up a little
and cause him to play by the rules, but no. It made him want me
more. With strength that came out of nowhere, he ripped my panties in two.
I’m screaming at this point. Colin’s eyes were glazed over with
lust as he removed my shredded underwear off of me. Then he buried his
face in my, amazingly enough, wet pussy. Forcing my legs apart he
licked me silly. At first I screamed out of fear but soon I was screaming
out of ecstasy. His mouth had to be the ninth wonder of the world.
I couldn’t help myself, I tore at his hair as he sucked my clit sending me
to levels of pleasure I had never experienced before. Soon I was
grinding my hips into his face, grunting and screaming. I’d never let a
man go down on me before and I just about wondered why. Colin brought
me off a second time with that mouth of his as I screamed his name at the
top of my lungs.
Afterward I’m lying completely naked before him exhausted, my chest is
heaving for air and I’m spread eagle. And he wants to slide Godzilla
into Tokyo bay if you know what I mean. My mind is screaming no.
“Colin, please don’t…?”
He wasn’t listening to me.
“I can’t, no…!”
He positions himself.
“I don’t want you to do this!”
He slides the tip in.
“Stop…!”
Colin inches himself slowly inside of me, tearing my innocence (for lack
of a better term). Again, I’m in a tug of war. My mind tells me no,
but my body is curious as hell. I can’t very well stop him at this point.
So I brace myself. It felt like childbirth in reverse. Colin was
wise about it, he took his time and when he finally got himself all of the
way in, my head was jerked back, my eyes welled with tears and I’m
caught in erotic purgatory. The sexual side of me was enjoying every
minute of this; the young-girl side of me was trying not to. Colin
positions himself on top of me, leaving his cock right where it was. He
tenderly kisses my neck and nibbles on my ear. My brain was on
sensory overload and the little girl in me was starting to like it. The
pain of my first insertion soon gave itself over to the pleasure of a
promising fuck. Now, I want nature to take its course.
At first Colin was gentle, sliding his monster in and out slowly. But when
he could tell I was ready for more, he picked up the tempo. My
pussy is filled to capacity, my G-spot pounded with each thrust. All I can
do I is grab his narrow ass in my hands and cry out vowel sounds.
It was at that moment I became a cock hungry nymphomaniac. My body rocked
in unison with his and all I could think of was faster, harder. My
penchant for profanity during intercourse began right then.
“Fuck me!” I demanded.
In and out he pounded, until he put me on my knees and smacked my round
ass (I happen to love my ass, thank you. You can keep those boney
asses Hollywood has to offer). He got on his knees and entered me form
behind. He grabbed my blonde mane, tied back in a ponytail, and pulled
me into him. The sound of smacking skin filled my ears. I bit my lip
trying to be quiet so I could hear it. I love the sounds of sex, skin
violently on skin. That alone can drive me to climax.
Colin was taking me, at first I fought it but I began to wonder if he was
holding back. I cried out, I told him to “fuck my pussy” (got that
from Marilyn Chambers). I’m feeling completely consumed by a real man not
some hormone ravaged boy with a short fuse. I didn’t want him to
stop. I wrapped my hands behind me and opened my ass wider. I can feel a
climax building. I lay my head down and squeeze my eyes shut. My
mouth gapes open as I grunt and moan my vocal chords raw. My body begins
to shake as the big O builds inside of me. It was going to be
intense! I caught my breath; I couldn’t hold it any longer. The wave
inside of me had crested and it was crashing down.
I let it go.
I grunted, I moaned and I screamed. It was out of control. My skin lights
on fire. It was the longest most intense climax I had ever
experienced. And it wouldn’t stop. The more he pounded the more I came. I
can’t breathe; all I want to do is push. My pussy was the wettest
it had ever been and long duck dong kept stroking. It got to the point
where he needed to stop so I could breathe. Fortunately, he did stop.
Colin lay on his back and almost heaved me on his lap. I was exhausted but
tried and comply anyway. The next thing I know I’m bucking that
nine inch bronco. Soon another climax is building.
I’d never done this before, but instincts took over. I look at Colin’s
face and he was in La, la land. He’s smirking with his eyes closed. It
dawned on me at that moment that he probably didn’t even realize what was
happening. He was deflowering a once determined virgin as if it was
just a hot one night stand.
But his cock felt so good! I couldn’t stop!
Suddenly the damn thing got thick. I could feel it inside. Colin’s face
grimaced, he began to grunt. I bounced harder on his lap. It took a
minute but I realized that he and I were cumming together. I cussed at
him, called him a son of a bitch. I demanded that he give me every
last drop. Colin grabbed my narrow waist, and bounced me up and down. I no
longer had control (not that I ever had it) all I could do was go
along for the ride. My vaginal walls contracted around the fleshy pole
inside of me. I was about to blow. He bounced me furiously as I leaned
back and dug my nails into his meaty thighs. I couldn’t hold it, I felt
Colin’s cock jerk inside of me, filling me with white hot sperm. It
seared my insides and I let go with a high-pitched shrill. I came with
him.
When the smoke cleared my body flopped over, I was exhausted. Colin rolled
over with me; his cock nestled inside of me. He mumbled something
about not having done that in months. Then he passed out. I soon followed.
That’s the last I remember.
Colin remembered everything the next morning and was extremely apologetic.
He had nothing to be sorry about. I showed him how much I enjoyed
it by fucking him at least three more times. Finally, after awhile, it was
getting to him. He enjoyed the sex but was worried about word
getting around that I was a minor. The last thing he wanted to do was jail
time. He eventually stopped using me as a babysitter. But I was
hooked. I became a nymphomaniac! To this day I compare all of my lover’s
performance to Colin’s. Not many measure up, literally.
So, what’s up with me now? Wouldn’t you like to know (that teasing thing
again)? Actually I did my first pictorial spread in a magazine
called Oui, I was 19. By 21 I was featured in Hustler, Penthouse and
Juggs. I had my first starring role in an adult film entitled:
Babysitter Corrupted. Since then I’ve done 29 adult films and am about to
begin production on my 30th. It will be hot, it is entitled:
Mom
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