A Cum Sluts Tale - Part 1...From Innocence To Seduction I suppose I realized I was a boy with female desires very young. In the school holidays I was alone at home all day, and started dressing in my mothers lingerie. My best friend was a year older than me. Not sure now how it started but sometimes we would both dress in her lingerie and play with each other. I was too young to orgasm, didnt even know what it was, but one day he lay on the bed, wanking and I saw cum shoot out from hiscock. I was fascinated and revolted. My nipples were on fire. I wanted to wank him off after that, but he would never let me. I should have mentioned my nipples. They are my downfall. If my alter-female sexuality resides anywhere it is in my nipples. Long before I knew anything about sex I remember loving to caress them under my bedclothes at night, and sometimes hurting them on purpose.Even now they are the one part that always triggers the Slut inside me. If they are touched then all common sense and restraint disappears. When I went to secondary school I realized I was attracted to other boys. Eventually I was having sex with a few of them. We would wank each other off, but nothing else. Looking back on those encounters the one thing that always sticks in my mind was that I got the biggest thrill when I made them cum. Of course I loved the orgasms they gave me, but it was their orgasms that meant the most to me. When I was about 14 I went into a public loo for a pee, and realized the man next to me was looking at my cock. I looked at him, he smiled. Suddenly I knew he wanted me. I was so scared and elated at the same time. I fled, but then hung around on a bench outside hoping he would come and talk to me, but he didnt. I realized then about Public Loos being a meeting place. I often went into cubicles and looked at the pictures on the walls, and the messages scrawled there, secretly hoping to be picked up. I was 17 when one evening I went into a Cottage, was eyed up by a much older guy and plucked up the courage to smile at him. By then I had seen pictures of guys having sex, so I knew a little about it. I walked out and up the road, hoping he would follow. For a couple of agonizing minutes I thought I had missed out again, then I felt a hand gently caress my bottom, just for a second, and he walked past me. I followed him and ended up in his little flat. I was very scared, but so, so excited. He handed me some photographs to look at. Some of a sailor with a giant cock being sucked by a guy. One of a guy bending over a table and presumably being fucked. As I looked at the photos, he undressed. I knew he was taking off his clothes but tried to appear unconcerned. He stood beside me, and slowly stripped me. I did not resist, how could I, but I was so afraid. Then he did the one thing that changed everything. He stood behind me, slid his hands around me, and tickled my nipples. I remember distinctly letting out a sigh, my head rested on his shoulder, and he and I both knew his battle was won. He led me to the bed. I lay down and he started kissing my nipples, and eventually kissing my mouth. Strange, it was the mouth kiss I wanted to resist. As his head moved towards mine I knew what he was about to do. All my instincts told me to turn away. There I was naked on a bed with a stranger, longing for sex but revolted at the thought of his lips on mine. I steeled myself and then as his mouth locked onto mine I was amazed at my reaction. My heart began to beat wildly, my mind revolved in a torrent of desire, and I found my mouth had opened and our tongues were entwined. That first forbidden kiss was one of the most exiting moments of my life. He raised my legs, climbed between them and I felt his cock stabbing at my virgin arsehole. It was a disaster. I was too tight, no lube, and to be honest, nipples withstanding, I had never wanted or expected to be fucked by a man. He gave up and brought his cock up to my head. I had never sucked a cock, and silly bitch that I was, never thought I could bring myself to do it. I was till sexed-up though, so I took it in my hand and wanked him furiously. I was rewarded quite quickly. His spunk shot over my tits. Up till then I was rather afraid of sperm. Nasty sticky stuff .. but fascinating. I found that I loved it as the white goo splashed over my heaving tits, and was a little surprised to find myself lifting my hands and massaging it into them. I remember having the urge to lift my sperm covered fingers to my mouth and taste some, but fear of the unknown stopped me. My new lover, John, knew he was on to a good thing I think, and relished the idea of training me, so he bent his head to my cock to give me my reward. I looked in amazement as my cock was sucked for the very first time. As it disappeared into a strangers mouth .... then my orgasm hit. He got up, walked over to a sink and spat my sperm out. I was not lying there enjoying the moment anymore. I felt sick, disgusted, and hated myself. Never, never again I thought. I was cured of this vice forever. I know all men go off sex for a bit when they cum, but my reaction is over powering. I dressed and fled .. Goodbye man sex forever .. and definitely goodbye John. Just two nights later I was at his door, ringing the bell to the downstairs flat. It took sometime for me to lose my inhibitions. For a few weeks we followed the same script. He would suck me off, I would wank him. Every time I visited I vowed that this would be the time I would suck his cock, but at the last moment lost courage. At last the evening came. It was a cold night. I was already naked kneeling in front of his gas fire, steeling myself mentally to do what I longed for. He had just taken off his briefs and my eyes rested on his semi-hard cock. I leant my face towards him. The atmosphere in the room was electric. I moved my mouth close to his cock and kissed the tip. If he had touched me then, or tried anything I would have run a mile, but he did just the right thing, he sighed. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and began to suck cock for the first time. I wasnt revulsed, I didnt feel sick, I just loved it. My hands came up. I stroked and sucked his cock and balls. He started to slowly thrust into my mouth and I knew he was about to cum. What a mad bitch I was. I was too scared .. I pulled my mouth off it, wanked him hard and he shot over my tits. I was so annoyed with my cowardly self it almost spoilt the moment, but as I drove home I was suffused with happiness. I had done it .. I had sucked cock for the first time. For a time the same sort of thing would happen. I would be determined to make him cum in my mouth, but chicken out. I hated myself for not letting him, but eventually lust overcame irrational fear. I was sucking and running my tongue over his cock. He was thrusting and I did not pull away. I thrilled to the sound of him letting out a roar of satisfaction as I felt his spunk hit the back of my throat. Bless, he had been so patient, and waited so long. Time and again he shot jets of sperm. I wasnt revolted, I didnt care, I loved the taste, the texture. Eventually he pulled out of my mouth. I did not run over to the sink. I savored every drop of sperm in my mouth, then looked up into his eyes, slowly, sensuously, and happily let it slide down my throat. I was almost a slut I could remember thinking, just one more hurdle. The following morning I drove to a Cottage not far from where I lived. I had sucked John off, I had to do it with a stranger. I was not disappointed. I stood by the side of a red haired guy at the urinals. He was wanking. I looked at him and slipped into an empty cubicle. He followed me and within a few minutes his spunk was filling my mouth. He left, and I sat on the loo overwhelmed and delighted. I was a cock sucking, spunk swallowing cum slut at last. At that moment I decided I was going to make sure John fucked me as soon as possible .. that barrier in my mind had to be broken .. I wanted all my holes available to any man, any time, any place. I went to Johns flat that night. Once inside we kissed and cuddled, stripped naked, fondled and sucked each other. Then I sat on a chair and made sure he was between my legs. I lifted my arms and pulled his head down to my waiting lips. As we kissed I started to wriggle my hips beneath him. Would he ever realize .. he did. He looked down at me and said quietly, "Shall I get the cream". I smiled and nodded. I lay there, nervous, still scared, still a coward, but very, very determined. After what seemed an age he returned and started rubbing some lube on hiscock. Then he gently rubbed some into my arse. We both knew I would not resist this time. John moved into position, lifted my legs up over his shoulders, and positioned the tip of his cock against my hole. He pushed gently .. nothing happened. He pushed harder .. still nothing happened. I could have cried. "Its me? I thought. "Im not built right, too tight, Ill never be fucked". Then John said quietly .. "Try to relax". What a fool I was. He was right. I concentrated completely on my arsehole. I was clenching it tightly shut. I willed myself for it to relax then suddenly, amazingly I felt the pop as my arse opened and his cock slid into me. Just an inch or so, no more. It hurt a lot. My brain was telling me to scream and tell him to pull it out .. my libido and nipples held fast. I had to let this happen. I looked at him and just nodded. Raised my hips a little and he slid the rest of his 6 inches inside me. I steeled myself against the pain, but it never came. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. I didnt care about that .. I was impaled on a cock at last, ready to become the femme tart I longed to be. He began to fuck me, gently at first but soon more forcibly. I tried to time my hip rhythm to his thrusts. I will never know how long we fucked for .. almost a lifetime .. I never wanted it to end. By now I knew him well. I could see he was about to cum. I heard myself saying "Yes, yes, cum inside me". His face contorted with passion and as I heard him grunt I actually felt his spunk filling me. I was in heaven. It had happened .. I would and could never go back ? I was a true slut at last. Of course we fucked regularly after that. Sometimes he would cum in my mouth, often in my arse. I never cared which .. I was his bitch ... he owned me.. I wanted it that way. Not long after our first fuck he asked me if I fancied going Cottaging with him. Of course I did. We had many adventures. He preferred to watch me sucking guys off, or holding me while I was fucked from behind. Then we would go back to his flat and he would take me. Sometimes I would go Cottaging on my own. Rarely did I return home without having been fucked senseless, one end or the other. (over the next few months I will post other true stories detailing my wonderful journey to real sexual depravity) If you like my stories and want to encourage me to write more then drop me an email via link at /authorsp.html - Paul-Torbay