Hi. I'm Melanie and I discovered sex a little later than most of my friends, but I caught up with them in my graduating year and passed them in the kinky-lane doing about 200 miles an hour.
I am a chestnut-haired, medium-build girl with fiery brown eyes and the most perfect medium-sized tits you could imagine. My ass is one of those that men can't stop looking at, and get slapped by their girlfriends for staring because it is so mesmerizing in its side to side motion as I walk. And I know how to walk.
I should mention that I have an above average sex drive. Far above. Once this motor gets running I can get pretty out of control. At times like that, an orgasm must be had at almost any cost or risk. I'd gotten pretty good at fingering myself like a pro.
My sex drive didn't come from my family being nudists or swingers; it wasn't because I had daddy issues; it wasn't because I was trying to trap a guy, or because I had low self-esteem, it was just there. It has surprised me every day with how powerful it is.
One day, I was sitting in Physics class with Mr. E., staring at him because he was gorgeous, and I got a very strange feeling between my legs. I felt a kind of electrical current flowing down there that made me look around to see if anybody in class had noticed. How could they not?! I felt like I was catching fire - and I'd be the first case of spontaneous human combustion to be caught on cell phone cameras.
Boys had always been very attractive to me; girls were too but not quite as powerfully. The feeling I was having in Physics class was not just attraction, it was something otherworldly and all-consuming. It was hunger. It was lust. It was needy. It was something I could not control, like I imagined an addiction would feel but stronger and more primal.
My vision blurred.
Pretending to read something, as we were supposed to be doing, I could not focus on the words. It was hard to keep a thought in my head except for this really strong urge to grind against something. It's like I had reverted to pure animal and not human, but I was really enjoying this feeling that had moved control of my body from my brain to a space between my legs.
I closed my eyes and imagined me and Mr. E. fucking in the classroom supply closet in the corner while my classmates all did their classwork. It turned out that my imagination was -- and remains -- a powerful orgasm enhancer. In my mind, the very slight grinding into my chair was against his cock as he slid it inside me; my parted lips were taking in his tongue and swirling and sucking on it. Outside the closet, my classmates were confused by the odd noises coming from inside it.
Wetness had spread from my insides to my underwear and was now soaking my jeans. I didn't care; I was on the road to a monster orgasm and would deal with the aftermath later. The wetness created a new sensation as it lubricated the friction between my clit and my panties and my jeans. It was making me involuntarily spread my legs and breathe in short exhales and inhales.
How could anybody not see and feel what was happening? The world was spinning and we were all experiencing a change in gravity, almost being flung from the planet.
A wave of spasms hit me and I slid sideways on my chair. My friend Katya looked over at me and saw my squinting eyes; she later told me that I had looked like I was possessed. Although I felt like I was rocking back and forth on a mechanical bull, she later described my movements as slight but odd.
I fought to control my breath as I came and I rode the waves like a surfer, touching the tips as I bounced from one crest to another. I stopped breathing for a bit and then let out a moan which I quickly disguised as a cough and excused myself to the washroom, covering my wet spot with my handbag.
Small aftershocks continued as I practically stumbled out of the classroom and, seeing nobody else in the hallway, I collapsed against the wall in an alcove and finished squirming in a very undignified and very wet way. I cupped my pussy with my right hand and massaging out a few more shudders of pleasure.
Just then, a guy I knew named Ray stepped out of a classroom across the hallway and came over to ask if I was OK. With lust still in my eyes I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him like I'm sure he'd never been kissed -- or probably ever would be again. His fate was sealed; I had an association between him and that classroom orgasm and I had to have him. We'd flirted before but our relationship was about to change; I told him I wanted him that night.
I had spent many nights over the last few months with a vibrator but I was pretty anxious to have my first full-on penetration sex and Ray was now the guy I wanted.
I still had my crotch covered with my handbag and slowly got up and, wobbly-legged, walked to the washroom. It must've taken 15 minutes to dry my clothes with the hand dryer but it worked and I was back in my physics class.
I got a WTF look from Katya and a glare from Mr. E. but I was impervious to their non-verbal questioning. Sitting back in my seat, I felt like I had just smoked a bunch of weed -- which I had never done -- but imagined it must feel like this.
After class, Katya cornered me and asked what the hell was going on and I took her to a private area of a stairwell and explained in a whisper what had happened. She muffled a few shrieks and high-fived me before we split for our next classes.
Katya and I were tight and shared lots of private feelings and experiences. Things like how we were both masturbating, both loved some types of porn, and were practically salivating for our first fuck. We were quite a lot alike in many ways; she had a very strong sex drive too but fantasized about women.
This was a great idea -- but -- Ray and I had no place to do it, what with parents and family in our houses all the time. Frustrated, we scouted a parking garage that was mostly only used during working hours by workers downtown and we decided to do it there. It seemed like the best option. We wanted sex right now and badly. I wanted to fuck more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.
We went to the top floor of that parking garage and found no cars there so we got the blanket out of my backpack and went to a corner that overlooked the city. There was a wall high enough to keep cars from driving over the edge -- and the perfect height to lean on and look at the city lights. This parking garage was right in the middle of the city.
I did a little striptease and my dude gawked like an awkward teenager -- because, well, he was. I was so hot - both in how I looked but also how I felt. The air moving between my legs made me wetter than I had ever been when masturbating and the same hot night air swirling around my nipples made them stand at attention.
When I saw that cock flip out of those boxers I lost my mind and got on my knees to suck on it. I wanted it hard and wet before it entered me. Careful not to overdo it, I wanted to save some of that hardness for the fucking that would follow. I knew it would be fast and furious because it was his first time, just like mine; well, my first time having an actual cock inside me and not some household object or a dildo.
I desperately wanted to be fucked from behind. I had seen videos of that and imagined it would give me the greatest orgasm, if I was lucky enough to have one. Who knew? This was my first time and I knew how my pussy reacted to my fingers and sex toys but had no idea how my body would respond to a cock.
The cocksucking lasted less than a minute and I realized he was getting way too excited, way too fast. I stood up and leaned over the edge of the parking lot and told him to go for it. He positioned himself and drove his cock into that wet snatch in a shock of fast thrusts. I told him to slow down and he did.
As I looked over the city, naked and being fucked from behind, I realized how vulnerable and dangerous this was. Something inside me switched gears and my sex brain went into overdrive. It was like I became another person, watching the scene from a short distance away and I loved what she saw. The scene was fucking HOT!
I could see people in a building nearby, totally unaware that I was being fucked within their view; that woman in her living room could have watched the action if she had looked our way. Well, my tits and the top bit of Ray.
I completely lost my mind. Those thoughts of somebody being able to see me naked and fucked started an orgasm that was more powerful and longer than any I could finger myself to. I almost forgot there was a person fucking me; I got so self-involved with the pleasure. I was lost in the sensations and the feeling of danger which I loved more than I ever could have imagined.
I came so hard that I practically bit my tongue and whimpered as I completely lost control of my body. My legs buckled and I came in waves of electric pleasure as I felt that cock being pumped inside me, and then it was gone as a load of cum landed all over my ass and back. That sensation caused another, smaller orgasm and I had to hold on to the concrete wall to stay upright.
I eventually fell to the floor on the blanket and shook for a while -- long enough that Ray asked if I was OK but all I could do was nod slowly.
"Fuck!" I whispered. And I was hooked. Public sex was obviously my thing.
