If there was such a thing as 'Sluts Anonymous,' I would probably be their poster child. I would start each meeting with, "Hello, my name is Elizabeth, and I have a problem. I'm a slut."
It all started about 20 years ago when I was a senior in high school. I was what the boys called 'a porker.' I was 5'4" tall and I weighed 162 pounds. Fortunately, my weight was spread across my whole body and not just my stomach or ass, and I was solid without a bunch of loose fat swinging all over the place. But I was still much bigger than my 36-24-36 friend Amber. I was six inches bigger across the board: 42-30-42. Amber had these great perky C cup tits and although my D cup tits didn't sag too much, I knew they would someday. And of course, Amber had to be beautiful whereas I was just cute.
Anyway, we were in our last two months of our senior year and I hadn't had a date all through high school. Whenever Amber and I went out together, all the boys would hit on her and ignore me. I understood. Hell, if I was a guy, I would hit on Amber instead of me too.
One Friday night, Amber's parents went out and the two of us were hanging out at her place watching movies and engaging in girl talk when the doorbell rang. Amber disappeared and came back into the room a few seconds later with their classmates Ben, John, Cody and Bob. They had the remnants of a large bottle of whiskey that was three quarters empty, and all four of the boys were kind of stumbling and feeling no pain. She said, "Look what I found at the front door, Liz." I smiled and rolled my eyes knowing how the evening was going to turn out.
Amber sat on the couch and immediately Cody sat on one side and Ben on the other. Bob sat on the coffee table facing her. I felt sorry for John because he appeared to be odd man out and couldn't get close to Amber. So John staggered over and sat next to me and handed me the bottle. "Hey Liz, how's it going?"
I took a drink and the bottle was passed around the group until it was empty. The three guys near Amber were actually kind of funny trying to flirt with her while being inebriated. I had enough and said, "Hey Amber, I think I'm going to go home. See you tomorrow."
John asked, "Could you give me a ride, Liz? I think I've had enough excitement for one night."
"Sure. Let's go." I had my arm around his back to help support him and I felt his hand on my big ass. Since men usually didn't touch me, my ass tingled at his touch so I left it there. When I pulled up in front of John's house and stopped the car, John looked at me and said, "Thanks Liz." The alcohol in John's system reduced his inhibitions and common sense so he reached across and kissed me. When his muddled brain realized that I was kissing him back, he must have forgotten it was me and slid his tongue into my mouth. No one had ever kissed me like this. I was getting turned on and continued kissing John.
John reached up and grabbed my big breasts and squeezed which made me moan. He continued kissing me and twisted his body and grabbed my other breast. As he squeezed my breasts and continued kissing me, I moaned and came. A few seconds later, John came in his pants. We broke the kiss and John put one hand on the front of his pants and thanked me again for the ride and told me he would call me. "Yeah, sure," I thought. When I drove home, I laid in bed smiling while thinking about finally having a guy feel me up.
A few days later John called me and asked if I wanted to go to a movie on Friday. I jumped at the chance to finally have a date before I graduated. On Friday I wore my tightest jeans and a tee shirt that clung to my breasts. John took me dinner at a local restaurant and then, instead of going to the theatre, he drove out to a desolate country road and parked. I knew that this was the place where our classmates came to make out. He parked the car and said, "Let's get into the back seat."
John started kissing me and his hands immediately went to my breasts. My nipples were hard as bullets. After a couple minutes, he moved his hands under my tee shirt and soon had my bra unhooked and was feeling my bare breasts and tweaking my nipples. I moaned and came. I saw him smirk at me as he lifted my shirt over my head and slid my bra down my arms. My hand fell to his lap and I began moving it along the bulge in his pants. His cock was already hard. He began kissing my breasts and I continued moving my hand on his cock. He reached down and rubbed his hand on the front of my jeans. I came again.
John unfastened and unzipped my jeans. I did the same to his jeans. He put his hand down my pants and pushed two fingers into my wet pussy. My hand was trembling as I pulled his 6" cock from his pants and began jacking it. For the next couple of minutes, I jacked his cock while he fingered my pussy until we both came at the same time. "Wow," I said. "That was awesome!"
John smiled and nodded his head. He wiped his cum on my tee shirt and then pushed it back into his pants. I zipped and fastened my pants and then put my bra and cum stain tee shirt back on. He looked at me and smirked, "What are you doing tomorrow night, Liz?"
"I don't have any plans."
He said, "Let's come back here and do this again."
"OK."
The next night I wore a tight skirt and tee shirt. The skirt probably wasn't supposed to be this tight, but chubby thighs do that to a skirt. He picked me up and we drove through a fast food drive through and then returned to our parking spot. In the back seat, he wasted no time in getting my clothes off. He had me completely naked in less than three minutes. We kissed and he fingered me as I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He said, "I want to fuck you tonight."
I said, "OK" as he pulled his pants down. He positioned me on my back and slowly pushed his cock into my waiting pussy. "Uuug-ggnh!" I moaned. "Oh yessss! Oh! Ungh!"
He only lasted about three or four minutes, but he made me cum twice before shooting his cum into my pussy. When he finished, he kissed my breasts and then pulled his pants back up. As I was dressing, he said, "Let's do this again next week, Liz. That was fun."
I was still getting my breath, but he was right. It was fun. And he didn't seem to mind my fat tits and ass. "OK," I said. Friday night?"
"Let's do it Friday and Saturday nights, Liz. You have a nice pussy and you seem to enjoy fucking. I never knew that or I would have fucked you months ago."
I smiled at him and said, "Thanks John. And I like your penis too." He laughed and told me to call it a cock.