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)

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