Mitzi Owens - a Mini Sexual History

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My wife, Mitzi and I were talking about her prior sexual history one day when she relayed this story, told here, generally in first person, but it bounces around a bit.

Mitzi has always loved telling me about her sexual history, she knows how much it turns me on. I love hearing her stories, and her bragging about her sexual prowess.

This conversation started about three years into our marriage because the neighborhood lawn crew was working in the yard at our house. Mitzi looked out the window, tapped me on the shoulder and said "You see that guy planting flowers in our yard?"

"Sure, I see him."

"His name is Randy. He used to fuck the hell outta me when I lived at Willow Trace. Every time the lawn crew was mowing, we were fucking!

I was laying out one day showing off my bikini clad body to the lawn crew, just like I always have. You know how I've always loved flashing them and actually any strangers, especially in public! LOL!

He looked hot, in more ways than one, with his shirt off, tanned abs glistening with sweat, muscles rippling as he worked. He looked absolutely delicious... Kinda like he does right now. Anyway, I offered him a glass of ice water, he accepted. Long story short... We were fucking hard later that same afternoon before he got off work and before Momma got home. It was the summer after graduation and although Moma knew Melissa and I were sexually active, and over 18, we still tried not to flaunt it in front of her. LOL! At least no too often..."

"Hey! isn't that the same summer you and I started dating?" I butted in.

Mitzi smiled... nodded her head and continued...

"He could last forever! We were fuck-buddies for at least a year after that, maybe longer. He was good. Big cock. I haven't seen him in years."

"Bring back good memories?"

"Oh man does it ever!"

"Why don't you put on your thin little Body Glove bathing suit and take him a glass of water. He looks hot."

"As hot as ever! You wouldn't mind?"

"I'll be watching. When you two fuck-buddies finish, you can tell me the whole story about you and Randy the Lawn Guy."

More on that later, but this day turned out to be quite eventful with a couple of twists that can only be orchestrated by the one and only Mitzi Owens!

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For now let's get to the story Mitzi told me about her past, as it involved Randy... and her history leading up to Randy, which of course leads to others...and then back around to Randy present day.

This will be a long sexy story, but I can't figure a good way to break it into chapters. So plan on taking frequent breaks, or if you enjoy Mitzi as much as I do, you can plan on edging for a good long while.

Here is Mitzi's story as she relayed it to me:

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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.

"What?" I asked pleadingly. "Did I do something wrong? Just tell me what you want and I'll do it!"

"God no! It felt too good. You were making me cum."

"I was?" And it was at that moment I was beginning to realize the extent of the power I could exert over a man. And I loved the feeling! My nipples were hard as rocks from my own arousal, and my pussy was dripping at the thought of what I was doing to this older boy.

He held my hand still for a few minutes while he leaned forward and kissed me deeply again. I loved the feel of his tongue invading my eager mouth. His kisses were a bit juicier than I prefer now as a grown woman, but to my young mouth, they were the sweetest things I'd ever tasted.

Finally, Chuck broke our kiss and I felt his hand pressing gently but insistently on my head. At first, I couldn't figure out what he wanted. Had I done something wrong? But all of a sudden, it occurred to me that he wanted me down there with that delicious cock that I had been enjoying so much a little earlier. I had seen a few porno magazines and peeked in on my mother often enough that I knew he wanted me to put it in my mouth like my mom with all her boyfriends and those girls in the porn pictures.

I got a little scared at that point, but not because I didn't want to do it. I was afraid I might not be able to please him because of my inexperience. I learned later that when a man is as aroused as Chuck was at that moment, I couldn't help but please him. So I took a deep breath and moved my mouth onto his swollen cock and let it slide tentatively all the way inside my mouth.

The first thing I noticed was the taste of his precum--slightly bland and a little salty. But I was so turned on by this point, I couldn't have cared less how it tasted. I knew I was down there to suck, so I began in earnest, as if I was trying to draw a thick milk shake through a straw.

"Oh fuck," he cried out. "Take it easy, Mitzi."

I felt my cheeks redden, knowing that I had given away my inexperience at pleasing a man. "I'm sorry," I whispered, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

I vowed to myself right then that I would quickly gain all the cock sucking experience I possibly could. I didn't want to suffer the embarrassment of inexperience ever again. I made up my mind that I would suck Chuck's cock every chance I could until I became an expert cocksucker! The next guy I suck would be amazed at my oral talents!

"It's okay, just be a little more gentle," he instructed. "Use your tongue more."

So I returned to my task and began to lick up and down his hard shaft and around the swollen head. After a couple of minutes of attention, I could feel him relax and lay his head back against the chaise once again. He had given himself over to me!

I began to develop a rhythm and licked from the base to the tip and back again three or four times, then took it as deep in my mouth as I could, sucking gently. I especially enjoyed the feeling of the head against the back of my throat. It all suddenly felt so natural. I even loved the way his hairy balls pressed against my chin when he pumped deep into me.

By this time, Chuck was rolling his hips back and forth on the chaise and occasionally raising himself to enter me a little deeper. He was nearly fucking my throat! He was moaning again, louder this time, and I could feel his cock begin to swell and throb.

When the first load of his cum hit the back of my throat, I jerked my head away in surprise. I knew what happened when a boy climaxed, but the suddenness of it caught me totally off guard. The first two spurts had splashed down my throat before I got the throbbing cock out of my mouth. But then, it was just in time for the next load to hit my face, covering my mouth and right cheek in the sticky fluid.

I grabbed his cock, trying to get control of this apparently runaway shaft and felt it throb and pulse several more times in my palm as the semen struck my chest, neck and arm. I managed to get it back into my mouth in time to swallow the last spurt or two. Finally, he yelled "FUCK YEAH" as the pulsing stopped and I felt him gradually go limp in my mouth and hand. I swear that "FUCK YEAH", echoed loudly between the buildings!

My heart was racing with the excitement of what had just happened--what I had been responsible for! I felt scared and powerful at the same time. And I knew I wanted to do it again and again. My nipples were hard as rocks and I think one or two flicks of my clit would have pushed me over the edge.

I stayed still with his cock in my mouth, not wanting to ever take it out of my mouth, wondering if the neighbors heard Chuck's yell, hoping they had, and holding onto this moment as long as possible, giving the neighbors plenty of time to get one more look at this slutty neighbor-girl. I was proud of my performance and hoping that somebody, anybody, had been watching. I was subconsciously developing a desire to earn a "reputation." I wondered if Chuck would tell his friends how easy Mitzi Owens is. I hoped he would. I sucked slowly and lovingly on his spent cock holding it in my mouth as long as possible. I felt like the longer I held it in my mouth, the more people would have the cance to see what I was doing!

Unfortunately, Chuck was not going to provide those flicks that my clitty so desperately needed --- or anything else for that matter. He was sprawled, almost lifelessly on the chaise, his eyes sort of rolled back in his head. He pulerf his nearly flaccid cock out of my mouth and it laid stretched across his thigh. It was then I learned a very important lesson--if you want a man to do something for you, you'd better get it before he cums.

Chuck's breathing was deep and even, and I think he may have dozed off for a minute. But it wasn't long before he looked at me with this sheepish grin on his face and began to pull his shorts and boxers back up. By this time, I had wiped his semen off my face and chest on a towel that I had hung over the deck railing to dry after my afternoon swim. A big part of me didn't want to clean off the cum. I found that I loved the feeling of being covered in cum. I wanted to look in the mirror and see what I look like covered in cum. But right now, cleaning up seemed like the proper thing to do.

He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. On the fucking forehead!

"Thanks, sweetie, that was amazing, he chirped, much too cheerfully for the mood I was in right then. "I'm sorry, but I have to get going."

I don't think I'd ever felt as alone as I did at that moment. I wanted to scream, "What about me?!" But I just smiled back at him weakly, not wanting him to see my hurt and confusion.