I lost my virginity at the senior prom. Unlike many of my friends, I actually waited until I was 18 to do it. After that, I was cock hungry. All I could think about was cock. At the mall with my girlfriends, I shamelessly checked out guys packages and wondered at what they looked like. How big they might be. Could I see it bulging inside their pants? At the hospital, where I volunteered, I spied on male patients getting sponge baths, or flirted with the security guys, or some of the doctors, always wondering what their cocks looked like, wanting to hold it in my hands, and especially wanting it hard, in my pussy. I badly wanted to have lots and lots of sex, though I didn't want to go too far and be called a slut.
Young guys, old guys, guys I grew up with. I didn't care. I was fascinated, and needed to see, and wanted to experience more. I dumped my boyfriend right after the prom and went seeking out cocks. Many cocks. I wanted to try them all. This is the story of my cock hungry summer.
EDDIE
My boyfriend's best friend, Eddie, always hung out with us after school, on the weekends, even on dates with my boyfriend. This is probably why I didn't have sex until prom night, because he was always around preventing me from acting too horny, even though I was desperate to have sex for the first time long before prom.
Eddie was a geek. He was skinny, pale, and wore geeky glasses, though he was tall. Or, at least he was much taller than me (5'2"). Unlike my boyfriend, who I only met in high school, Eddie lived down the street from my house. He was in my elementary & middle school classes, even if we didn't hang out much. Now that I lost my virginity, my craving for cock caused me to want to see his next.
The day after the prom, Saturday, I woke up and rubbed one out. I was feeling very sexy after fucking for the first time and wanted more. And different. I showered, shaved my legs smooth, and my muff into a sexy, thin stripe of dark fur. I slipped into my pink, spandex running shorts, no underwear, of course, and matching sports bra, gathered my long brown hair into a pony tail and went outside for a run.
There were lots of men out. Bringing out the garbage. Mowing the lawn. Fixing things on their ladders. I was keenly aware of them, and, I thought, they were quite aware of me. I used to blush when men followed the bounce of my 36-Bs with their eyes as I ran, but now I loved it. I loved thinking that they desired me. It made me horny. I looked back at a couple of them who I caught staring at my ass. I fantasized that one of them would call me over, invite me in for a cold glass of water, and once inside, let me see his cock. Let me hold it. Grip it with my fingers. Put it in my mouth. And then my thoughts would go farther. He would bend me over the kitchen table; fuck me from behind while holding me down. Maybe he'd hold onto my pony tail, pulling my hair as his thick, giant cock stretched my pussy. I guess it was sort of a rape fantasy, but I didn't care. I was so horny.
Before I knew it, I was in front of Eddie's house. I ran up to his front door and rang the bell. I was all sweaty from the run, and could feel my shorts and top clinging to my body. It made me horny and I touched my boobs, pinching my nipples, making them hard. I hoped Eddie answered the door, and not his Mom.
The door opened. It was Eddie's grandpa, an ex-military type who still maintained his physique though he was old and gray and wrinkled all over. He was shirtless with a loose pair of boxers on and I could swear I could see a big bulge inside. He broke into a wide smile, his eyes roving up and down between my eyes and my tits. I bit my lower lip, and, feeling very sexy, stretched my arms up over my head, knowing he was watching me, and asked, "Is Eddie here, Mister Sanders?"
"He sure is. Come right inside, young lady."
He held the door open for me. I was surprised to feel manly heat radiating off of him as I walked by. I could feel his gaze on my ass and couldn't help but blush. He was old. He really shouldn't be looking at my ass, so I thought at the time. What could he do about it anyway? Wasn't he too old to get it up? I glanced back over my shoulder to see, and to my astonishment, grandpa's cock was hard! It was making a tent in his boxers.
I walked through the family room and straight into the kitchen looking for Eddie, with grandpa following.
"Would you like a drink?" I heard gramps stutter as I got up on tiptoes to peer out the window over the kitchen sink, looking for Eddie in the back yard. I heard the fridge open, and the clinking of bottles.
"Yes, please. It's way hot out there."
The house was deserted, but there was Eddie, outside in the backyard, doing his chores, at the moment trimming the bushes. I noticed he had the lawn mower out and the grass wasn't cut. He was going to be a while.
Gramps sidled up next to me, looked out the window and then did something I couldn't believe! He laid his hand, large and warm, on the small of my back, half on the top of my shorts, and half on my bare back!
I looked over and up at him, astonished, and nervous. I held my breath, my eyes wide. I felt so small and vulnerable next to him. His huge hand felt like he could pick me up with it, one-handed, if he wanted to. He had a large, menacing skull tattoo on the upper muscle of his arm, and he smelled like Old Spice, or what I imagined Old Spice would smell like. My heart beat fast. I became uniquely aware of my breasts. They ached, wanted to be touched. My pussy flashed a wet heat, wanted to be played with, to be entered.
Without moving his hand from my back, he reached over with his other hand and handed me a bottle. Some booze and energy drink that I've had many times over at Eddie's. Nervous, I chugged it, lifting my head back and closing my eyes. I felt him watching me as I drank. I liked it. I got pleasantly dizzy right away, my inhibitions wearing off.
I kept the bottle, and put the tip to my lips, sucking up the little bit that always clings to the lid. Feeling horny, and uninhibited, I turned around, letting his hand feel all the way around my body from back to midriff. I continued sucking the top of the bottle, pretending not to notice him. He dropped his hand from my stomach after a moment, only after pausing his finger on my navel.
"You're a cute little thing."
I looked up at him with my eyes, keeping my lips on the bottle, and gave him my best flirty look.
"I like your tattoo."
A brief, scary moment of realization entered my mind as I realized that this was an old man, and Eddie's grandpa, that I was flirting with. And I was turned on. I glanced down at his boxers and discovered that so was he.
"Sorry about that. It's just been so long. Uhh...you wouldn't understand." Grandpa's voice trailed off as he lowered his head, shamefully, and moved his own bottle-holding hand down to block my view of his hard-on.
Glancing back out the window to make sure Eddie wasn't coming in, I turned back to Eddie's grandpa. "Can I see it?" I couldn't help but giggle at what just popped out of my mouth. I didn't care. I really wanted to. I was so horny and feeling warm and dizzy.
