Even though I was barely five feet tall on my 18th birthday, (I never got any taller) my figure had already developed into an eye-catching 36-C, 24, 36. I was so proud of my womanly body that I couldn't help but show it off every chance I got. The other girls my age were still skinny and childlike in their figures so it was really easy for me to attract the attention of nearly all the boys at school. And with my full dark auburn hair and dark brown eyes, I got a lot of attention from the older boys too, not to mention some of the teachers (men and women)... and YOU... LOL, and bunch of other dirty old men just like you!, LOL! Anyway, as you well know, I immediately took advantage of becoming "Legal"!
Watching my mother more closely since my birthday, I learned about the power of sex... how it allowed even a girl like me to control much older people. It seemed that there was something about a sexual craving that caused otherwise normal people to behave irrationally in order to satisfy it. Although I couldn't quite put it into words, something told me that sex was a lot like a drug. And I was fortunate enough to have an endless supply of what so many people were hooked on. I also learned that the biggest issue with being the 'Supplier' is that you also become just as addicted as your "Users."
I lived with my mom and sister at the Willow Trace Apartments, and it was there, during the summer I was finally "legal" that I first discovered the joy of sucking cocks. We lived in Building C, a townhouse, and there was this older college boy who lived in the next building over. I noticed him always watching me when my girl friends and I lay out by the pool that summer.
He was pretty good looking in that gawky, nearly-grown way of young men his age. His name was Chuck, and he had light brown hair that was streaked with blonde highlights from spending most of the summer by the pool. He was nearly six feet tall, but his physique hadn't quite caught up with his height. But what the heck, he was an "older man," and I was flattered that he seemed to notice an inexperienced girl like me. I have a thing for older men, sometimes much older. It was obviously my big tits that had caught his attention so I made no effort to conceal them around him... or anybody else for that matter!
I noticed that I had a definite effect on Chuck, as I climbed in and out of the pool in my skimpy, thin bikini's that I had cut the lining out of. I smiled secretly each time I pulled myself out and the weight of the water dragged the top down and showed off my significant cleavage... and sometimes even more! I smiled even more when I noticed the swelling in Chuck's swim trunks as he stared at my nipples and my prominent camel-toe through his dark sunglasses. He didn't try to hide his gawking or his erection. I never even tried to hide my teasing of Chuck from the others at the pool. I didn't care if I looked like a slut, it all just comes so naturally to me. I do love it so! I was hoping that Chuck was attracted to this sort of behavior. A lot of boys seem to love sluts and I do want to give all the boys what they want.
It wasn't long before Chuck started to come around our apartment in the evenings after my mother had gone off to work the late shift at the department store where she was an assistant manager. He teased me and poked at me--playfully at first. And it made me feel all tingly deep in my belly to have this kind of physical contact with an older boy. I loved feeling his masculine hands all over my body.
It wasn't long before we started kissing, and the touching became softer, sexier, more intimate. I'll never forget that evening just before dusk on the deck outside our apartment when Chuck touched my breasts for the first time. I had been hoping he would do it for days, weeks even, and this particular night he finally got up the courage. How brazen does a girl have to be before a man takes the hint?
Even though I was keenly aware that we were outside, totally visible to the apartment building behind us and it wasn't even dark outside yet; there was no way I was going to stop him now! I could care less who saw us. The most sought-after guy in all of Willow Trace was fondling my tits! I was kinda hoping that all the other girls could see that Chuck was with me and going crazy over MY body! Being "Easy" seemed to come naturally to me and I get such a thrill out of it. By giving myself so publicly to Chuck I was sending a message to all that my body is available to men and they are free to do whatever they want with it. I sometimes think of this evening as my coming-out party.
We had been kissing each other more and more passionately every time we got together for a couple of weeks. A few times he had tentatively run his hand over the outside of my top, making my nipples harden under his touch. OH how I always wanted him to go further! He was so tentative! But this particular night he slipped his hand underneath my tank top as he kissed me, his tongue deep in my mouth. I was SO glad that I had decided not to wear a bra today. Before I even realized what was happening, his hand was inside my thin blouse and cupping my breast as he pulled me close to him. When he lifted my little tank top up over my swollen breasts I could feel the evening air... and his hands all over my exposed breasts. As he lifted my top, I decided to encourage him and slipped it off over my head and tossed it aside. I wanted to be naked and totally available to Chuck. I swear I could also feel the eyes of many of my neighbors on us as this all unfolded. That made it even more erotic. I totally loved the idea of being watched by an unknown number of prying eyes.
I know this is the time when the "nice girls" would have acted insulted and pulled away. But I didn't feel that way at all. As he began to squeeze and knead my breast, all I could do--all I wanted to do--was let out a soft sigh and melt further into his arms, encourage him. I wanted to be "easy" for Chuck. I was just beginning to find the real Mitzi at the same time Chuck was.
We lay together on the chaise there on the deck, and time just seemed to stand still. As we began to explore each other under the bright evening sky, a gentle breeze cooled my hot skin, which was getting slick with perspiration from the warm, humid North Carolina evening and the rough, sexy feel of Chuck's hands.
It wasn't long before Chuck had moved one hand over my flat belly and eased it inside the waistband of my white denim cut-off Daisy Duke shorts. He found a large wet spot on my tiny panties and began to massage it vigorously. It was clear that he was much too aroused to be either gentle or patient. But his touch felt wonderful! I was already imagining what his cock would feel like inside of me.
I parted my legs for him as only "easy" girls do. I unsnapped and unzipped my little Daisy Duke's even as he parted the lips of my aroused pussy and pressed the fabric of my panties against my increasing wetness. I wriggled my pussy and ass as encouragement to him. Was today the day that Chuck was finally going to fuck me? Was I going to lose my virginity at last? OMG I hoped so! I was SO ready to be fucked! I didn't want him to make love to me. I wanted Chuck to FUCK ME!
I had been masturbating regularly by this point and borrowing my mother's extensive vibrator collection, so I knew how my body reacted to sexual arousal. I could feel myself climbing rapidly toward that peak I had taken myself to so many times this summer, dreaming of days like this.
Chuck's touch was not as expert as my own, but the fact that it was someone else's hand taking me, invading me, made this trip to the mountaintop the best ever.
Just as my hips began to rock and thrust in rhythm with his touch, Chuck abruptly removed his hand from my shorts and began to undo his own. He quickly unbuttoned the waistband of his pants and tugged at the zipper until it was all the way down. While he struggled with his pants, i deftly removed my own until I was totally naked with my legs spread awaiting the penetration of Chucks now unobstructed access to my virgin pussy! He grasped my hand and shoved it inside his boxers, and I felt my first cock, a very hard cock!
It was as if an electric shock had surged through my entire body as my hand gripped it tentatively and began to explore. It was hard and soft at the same time. I could feel the little ridges and veins that gave it texture, and the shaft seemed to be damp with some sort of liquid that appeared to be dripping down from the tip of it. OMG! It felt different than I had imagined. The warmth, the pulsing, the tightness of the skin. This was quickly exceeding my expectations! I was immediately and uncontrollably addicted to cock!
I had the instinctual recognition that it wasn't just Chuck's cock I was lusting for, but that realization that I somehow need to experience every cock I could ever get my hands on! I knew at this point that this was just the beginning of my sexual explorations!
I had a pretty good idea of the mechanics of sex by this time, and as wet as his cockhead was, I wondered if Chuck had already had an orgasm. I found out later that it was merely precum that had begun to ooze from his aroused member.
I guess Chuck wasn't satisfied with my simply holding his cock. Eventually, he reached down and guided my hand up and down, silently instructing me in how to jack him off. It wasn't long at all before I got the hang of it and Chuck was able to simply lie back and enjoy the delicious sensations that were being visited on him. At the same time, I enjoyed the feel of his cock throbbing and pulsing in my hand and the low moans that were coming from deep in his throat.
I took a second to savor the moment and lock this visually into my memory. I wondered if Chuck even realized that we were both nearly naked for all the neighbors to see. Was he an exhibitionist like me, or simply too horny to stop?
I was jerked back into the moment when Chuck said, "Oh god, Mitzi, that's so good," he panted, and his encouragement just made me want to please him more. I thought if my slow strokes felt that good, maybe faster ones would be even better. So I picked up the pace a little bit and felt him swell again like something was about to happen. But before I could find out what it was, he pulled my hand away.
