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He Stole My Virginity and I Became a Nympho!

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I Am A Slut!

By: Tawny Steele

I?m not sure how it happened to me, I grew up a normal middle-class Midwestern girl. But I grew up to be what my vanilla counterparts refer to as a ?slut?. Hated by wives, secretly lusted after by their husbands, I came to terms with what I am and what I crave long ago. I love sex, no; I love to fuck, cheap, meaningless, animal fucking, no love no emotion, just in your face raw?well, you know.

Was I born this way? I don?t think so, I?ve pondered my affinity for sex and what makes me this way and I think at some point in my life I just learned to enjoy unattached sex. I know that?s a man thing. For us women, we are taught at an early age not to be promiscuous. My mother as well drew certain lines when it came to me and boys. I took note and I paid attention. But at the time I hit puberty, I realized that I was different than my female peers. At 12 I discovered masturbation after sneaking into my Dads porn collection. I gave my first blow job at 14 and by 15 I had a steady boyfriend that loved the way I gave head. I hadn?t however, had actual intercourse until I was 17. Looking back now, I believe that it was then that my inner nymphomaniac overpowered me. I haven?t been the same since. I am now 34.

I was a late bloomer when it came to my body?s development. At about 16, and almost overnight, I went from a skinny, flat-chested blonde tomboy (jeans and sneakers) with green eyes to a voluptuous 36-24-36. Immediately, boys looked at me differently. No matter where I went or what I did when I got there, boys and even men leered at me. It was embarrassing. In the course of a year my chest blossomed to a 38 D cup. It was like Mother Nature had plotted my course for me, ?this one?s gonna? love to fuck!? she must?ve said.

So there I was, 5? 7?, big breasted, narrow waisted and round hips that wouldn?t quit. I had the entire high school football team waiting in line to ask me to the prom. I did everything I could to avoid any and all male attention, except that of my boyfriend, Scott. Poor guy, I never did have sex with him.

What happened at seventeen that changed me? Wouldn?t you like to know (sorry, I love to tease)? Okay, I?ll tell you. But get your lube guys, this one?s a jizz blower.

I had been babysitting for Ron Powers (I?ll call him) since I was fifteen. He was a single father raising a strong willed little boy and in 1990 (the year I turned 17) that was rare. I took pity on him and offered my babysitting services on weekends so he could somehow derive some sort of social life. Honestly, I was attracted to him. I?d even fantasized about him but never once did I think he would be the one to steal my innocence. And steal it, he did.

On one Saturday night, after a very bad date, Ron came home a little later than usual. It was after 2 a.m. when he stumbled home, slightly drunk. I?d put his son to bed hours ago and was bundled up on the couch watching some stupid Lifetime movie. I had made myself comfortable in shorts, a t-shirt and I had lost my shoes while watching Valerie Bertinelli get the shit kicked out of her. I was tired and getting r*ped (so to speak) was the last thing on my mind.

So here comes Ron, I could tell he was not only drunk, he was upset, mumbling something about how bad his date went. At first I was unsure of how to respond. I eventually decided to try and put him to bed.

Ron read about a 6 on the drunk-o-meter. I walked him upstairs and took him to his room. His breath was sweet with the scent of liquor as I walked him to his bed and began to undress him. I pulled his boots off, yanked off his shirt and set my sights on his jeans. Ron wore his Levi?s tight, boot cut. I felt a little uneasy unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off his legs, but I figured he was drunk enough that he wouldn?t remember anything the next morning. As I wrestled with his britches, Ron started giggling like a teenager. I have to admit it was fairly humorous. Finally I was able to remove his pants and slide his lanky frame into bed. As I went to draw the covers over him, I noticed something very peculiar about his boxer shorts. He had an erection and my god it was huge.

I had seen plenty of cock by the time I turned seventeen, but Ron had a secret that must have been difficult to keep. I guessed that secret to be about nine inches long. It was a far cry from the five inch rumors that the studs at school liked to spread. I have to admit I was fascinated by it. I remembered my last fantasy of Ron and made a mental note to adjust a few details the next time I fantasized about him.

I covered him, went to the door and proceeded to shut off the light. I heard more of that strange giggling. Ron reached out his hand to me and asked me to come to the bed. I had no clue what was about to happen next. Honestly, thinking about it now still arouses me. It was like something out of a poorly acted porno that had really god sex scenes (it seems the best porn studs have the acting skills of?well, porn studs).

I trusted Ron, and went to him. I figured he was going to ask for some water or something. I put my hand in his and asked him what he wanted. The next thing I know, he pulls me on the bed and he?s trying to put his tongue in my mouth. At first I?m stunned then I try to politely deflect his advances. His hands are fast and he?s trying to undress me.

At this point I?m torn. While I have fantasized about him, I never desired to actually sleep with him. But at the same time I?ve never had anyone ever try to take what they want from me. It was like he wanted me badly and that turned me on. But what was I to do, actually fuck him? No, that wouldn?t be smart.

So I kept trying to get him off of me. Until I feel nine inches of rock solid cock against my tummy. It was poking out of his boxer shorts and resting itself on me. Ron starts talking about how much I?ve developed since he first met me, how beautiful I?ve become and how often he has fantasized about making love to me. No one had ever said that. It was the turning point, I still tried to fight him off but my curiosity level was peaking.

Ron stopped all movement, it was just enough time for me to flip over and jump off of the bed. I turn around and the man is naked. He is on his knees with nine inches of ecstasy sticking straight out. I couldn?t believe my eyes; it was thick as well as long.

My Dad collected vintage John Holmes movies and, even though John?s dead, it was his movies that used to really get me off. I had always wondered what sex would feel like with that foot-long monster cock. I figured this was as close as I was going to get to Mr. Holmes.

Ron jumped off the bed and before I could respond, he wrapped his arms around me and planted his mouth on mine. I was surprised at how good it felt. My mind kept telling me to stop him, but he was kissing me, slow and tender. I couldn?t help but kiss him back. Slowly he turned and laid me on the bed, his hands explored my teenaged body in ways Scott had only imagined. While it was awkward it was also wonderful. I willingly took off my shorts and figured I?d let him have his way through my white cotton panties, but I would never take them off.

His touch was deliberate and slow, it sent serious chills down my spine. By now I wanted him to bring me off with his hands, something the boys at school could never do. He knew exactly where my love button was as I spread my legs wide. Ron?s fingertips were firm; he rubbed my clit in a slow circular motion. I was eating it up like ice cream. I writhed like a trapped cat beneath him, gazing into his eyes wondering why this man seemed hardly able to get a date. My skin bumped up (the goose variety) as Ron massaged my pussy (you guys love it when I call it that) to my first orgasm with a man. Yeah, I?ve gotten myself off before, but Ron the-wonder-schlong was my first male induced orgasm.

By this time I was ready for some action. But I had to control myself, I decided that there wouldn?t be actual coitus, but I would do everything else. Besides I wanted to see that engorged cock blow its wad.

I let him take off my oversized t-shirt and with the hand of a magician he unhinged my bra. Swiftly he put his mouth on my breast, sucking the rock-hard nipple, forcefully but carefully. I worked up the courage to find his cock with my hand. I couldn?t believe how it felt, soft, thick and solid. I ran my hand down its length; I?d never been able to do that before. Scott didn?t have length.

Ron moved to the edge of the bed and put me on the floor, on my knees. He didn?t have to say a word; I wrapped my mouth around his manhood. It filled my oral cavity to capacity. I had to work it slowly trying to keep my teeth from scraping him (Scott taught me that). He tasted just about like every other cock I had ever sucked, but he was big, very big. Ron began to talk to me, ?that?s it, girl,? he encouraged, ?just like that?

I was unsure of my ability to really blow this guy, but honestly, I?m one of the few women you?ll ever encounter that loves to blow men and after a minute or two I wanted to suck this guy down. Of course this was physically impossible. But I wanted to try. In and out I sucked using spit as a lubricant. I lapped at Ron?s member like a thirsty cat, trying desperately to get him off. After several minutes, must?ve been about twenty, my jaw ached and my tongue was rubbing itself raw. But I didn?t wish to stop. Ron did that for me.

The big guy stood me up and laid me on the bed. He tried to take my underwear off but, even though I wanted him to, I couldn?t give him what I knew he wanted. I tried to politely stop him. He assured me it would be okay, but it wasn?t. I demanded that he stop, but the man wouldn?t.

?Ron, I?m a virgin!? I thought saying that would sober him up a little and cause him to play by the rules, but no. It made him want me more. With strength that came out of nowhere, he ripped my panties in two. I?m screaming at this point. Ron?s eyes were glazed over with lust as he removed my shredded underwear off of me. Then he buried his face in my, amazingly enough, wet pussy. Forcing my legs apart he licked me silly. At first I screamed out of fear but soon I was screaming out of ecstasy. His mouth had to be the ninth wonder of the world. I couldn?t help myself, I tore at his hair as he sucked my clit sending me to levels of pleasure I had never experienced before. Soon I was grinding my hips into his face, grunting and screaming. I?d never let a man go down on me before and I just about wondered why. Ron brought me off a second time with that mouth of his as I screamed his name at the top of my lungs.

Afterward I?m lying completely naked before him exhausted, my chest is heaving for air and I?m spread eagle. And he wants to slide Godzilla into Tokyo bay if you know what I mean. My mind is screaming no.

?Ron, please don?t???

He wasn?t listening to me.

?I can?t, no?!?

He positions himself.

?I don?t want you to do this!?

He slides the tip in.

?Stop?!?

Ron inches himself slowly inside of me, tearing my innocence (for lack of a better term). Again, I?m in a tug of war. My mind tells me no, but my body is curious as hell. I can?t very well stop him at this point. So I brace myself. It felt like childbirth in reverse. Ron was wise about it, he took his time and when he finally got himself all of the way in, my head was jerked back, my eyes welled with tears and I?m caught in erotic purgatory. The sexual side of me was enjoying every minute of this; the young-girl side of me was trying not to. Ron positions himself on top of me, leaving his cock right where it was. He tenderly kisses my neck and nibbles on my ear. My brain was on sensory overload and the little girl in me was starting to like it. The pain of my first insertion soon gave itself over to the pleasure of a promising fuck. Now, I want nature to take its course.

At first Ron was gentle, sliding his monster in and out slowly. But when he could tell I was ready for more, he picked up the tempo. My pussy is filled to capacity, my G-spot pounded with each thrust. All I can do I is grab his narrow ass in my hands and cry out vowel sounds.

It was at that moment I became a cock hungry nymphomaniac. My body rocked in unison with his and all I could think of was faster, harder. My penchant for profanity during intercourse began right then.

?Fuck me!? I demanded.

In and out he pounded, until he put me on my knees and smacked my round ass (I happen to love my ass, thank you. You can keep those boney asses Hollywood has to offer). He got on his knees and entered me form behind. He grabbed my blonde mane, tied back in a ponytail, and pulled me into him. The sound of smacking skin filled my ears. I bit my lip trying to be quiet so I could hear it. I love the sounds of sex, skin violently on skin. That alone can drive me to climax.

Ron was taking me, at first I fought it but I began to wonder if he was holding back. I cried out, I told him to ?fuck my pussy? (got that from Marilyn Chambers). I?m feeling completely consumed by a real man not some hormone ravaged boy with a short fuse. I didn?t want him to stop. I wrapped my hands behind me and opened my ass wider. I can feel a climax building. I lay my head down and squeeze my eyes shut. My mouth gapes open as I grunt and moan my vocal chords raw. My body begins to shake as the big O builds inside of me. It was going to be intense! I caught my breath; I couldn?t hold it any longer. The wave inside of me had crested and it was crashing down.

I let it go.

I grunted, I moaned and I screamed. It was out of control. My skin lights on fire. It was the longest most intense climax I had ever experienced. And it wouldn?t stop. The more he pounded the more I came. I can?t breathe; all I want to do is push. My pussy was the wettest it had ever been and long duck dong kept stroking. It got to the point where he needed to stop so I could breathe. Fortunately, he did stop.

Ron lay on his back and almost heaved me on his lap. I was exhausted but tried and comply anyway. The next thing I know I?m bucking that nine inch bronco. Soon another climax is building.

I?d never done this before, but instincts took over. I look at Ron?s face and he was in La, la land. He?s smirking with his eyes closed. It dawned on me at that moment that he probably didn?t even realize what was happening. He was deflowering a once determined virgin as if it was just a hot one night stand.

But his cock felt so good! I couldn?t stop!

Suddenly the damn thing got thick. I could feel it inside. Ron?s face grimaced, he began to grunt. I bounced harder on his lap. It took a minute but I realized that he and I were cumming together. I cussed at him, called him a son of a bitch. I demanded that he give me every last drop. Ron grabbed my narrow waist, and bounced me up and down. I no longer had control (not that I ever had it) all I could do was go along for the ride. My vaginal walls contracted around the fleshy pole inside of me. I was about to blow. He bounced me furiously as I leaned back and dug my nails into his meaty thighs. I couldn?t hold it, I felt Ron?s cock jerk inside of me, filling me with white hot sperm. It seared my insides and I let go with a high-pitched shrill. I came with him.

When the smoke cleared my body flopped over, I was exhausted. Ron rolled over with me; his cock nestled inside of me. He mumbled something about not having done that in months. Then he passed out. I soon followed.

That?s the last I remember.

Ron remembered everything the next morning and was extremely apologetic. He had nothing to be sorry about. I showed him how much I enjoyed it by fucking him at least three more times. Finally, after awhile, it was getting to him. He enjoyed the sex but was worried about word getting around that I was a minor. The last thing he wanted to do was jail time. He eventually stopped using me as a babysitter. But I was hooked. I became a nymphomaniac! To this day I compare all of my lover?s performance to Ron?s. Not many measure up, literally.

So, what?s up with me now? Wouldn?t you like to know (that teasing thing again)? Actually I did my first pictorial spread in a magazine called Oui, I was 19. By 21 I was featured in Hustler, Penthouse and Juggs. I had my first starring role in an adult film entitled: Babysitter Corrupted. Since then I?ve done 29 adult films and am about to begin production on my 30th. It will be hot, it is entitled: Mom Taught Me How to Fuck.

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