They say sex is just a part of life, and, well, it is. Every human being has sexual urges that must be taken care of. Some of us are just a little more willing to do different things to get off.

When we hit puberty we start to feel these urges and become more aware of our bodies. I was no different. I still remember the first time I masturbated. It was at night and I had just finished watching Titanic, one of my all time favorite movies. Except this time was different. I found myself wanting Jack to do whatever it was he was doing to Rose inside of that car. Slowly, I stripped off my clothes and my hands made their way down to my pussy of their own accord. Rubbing circles around the top I came across my clit, which sent jolts of electricity throughout my body. Deciding that felt good I continued to rub my clit while inserting a finger into my pussy. It wasn’t long before I was cumming and had to bring the pillow over my face to keep myself from screaming.

After having experienced my first orgasm something clicked in my head that this was normal and that it didn’t really matter as long as you got off. This “no holds barred” mentality is still my philosophy today. In fact, the only thing I won’t do is girl on girl. Can’t bring myself to do it.

I was thirteen at the time and it wasn’t long before I craved something else. I noticed how my older brother was always looking at pictures of naked women on the computer so I thought that maybe this is what I should do. So one day when nobody was home I stripped naked and took pictures of myself with my camera. I took pictures of my boobs, my ass, anything sexual. When I lied on the bed I spread my legs apart, then spread my pussy lips, just like in the pictures my brother looked out. For some reason I found this experience to be extremely gratifying so I would continue whenever nobody was home.

One day I took my camera to school to take pictures of the pep rally but I accidentally left at school. My social studies teacher found it and told me to stay after class the next day. I expected him to be mad but he just casually asked who took the pictures. I said I did and he seemed to be OK with that. He also said that he knew a guy who could take better pictures of me, if that was what I wanted. At the time, I had no idea this was wrong, yet i still don’t really care. Anyway, I agreed to go with him after school the next day. When the next day came he took me to his house and told me to undress while he got out his equipment.

“All right, why don’t you go over to the bed and start posing like you normally do…oh yeah, those are some nice tits you have there…bend over and spread your ass, that’s a good girl…let me see those pussy lips, oh yeah, you have such a nice pink pussy…why don’t you pleasure yourself while I film you…oh Jesus that is so fucking hot, I wish I could take you right now…”

We would do this every week until I graduated middle school and he never touched me. It was this lack of touch that made me realize just how bad I wanted it and one day I finally got it. It was two months into my freshman year and my brother and his best friend, the senior quarterback, were over at our house. Our parents were gone for the weekend and my brother was supposed to be watching me but he was already drunk out of his mind since they didn’t have a football game that week. I was in the living room watching TV when Tyler came in from outside.

“Dude, your brother is so wasted right now! I’m sorry I got your chaperone for the night drunk. Perhaps I can take care of you?”

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you.”

“OK, OK, just trying to help. You know, the big, bad, senior quarterback doesn’t offer to help the puny freshman much.”

“I know, it’s just weird. What could you possibly help me with that I don’t already know how to do?”

“You’re right, but I think you can help me. Look at my lap. Do you see that bulge there? That’s my dick. You’re making me so horny, you’re so hot. Do you think you can help me out?”

“Uh, sure. What should I do?”

“Take off your clothes. That’s right. Let me see those tits. Oh, they are so big. Do you mind if I suck them?”

“No?”

“Good girl.”

After sucking on my boobs for a few minutes Tyler took off his shirt then his pants. I could see his dick poking out of the hole in his boxers and I found myself wanting to touch it.

“Go on, touch it. You know since you’re in high school now you need to learn how to suck dick. That’s right babe, stroke it up and down, up and down.”

I tentatively touched my tongue to the tip of the shaft and he gave a slight jolt. Thinking I had done something wrong I moved away but he pulled me back. Pushing my head down he told me to suck his cock. First one inch, then another, until the whole thing was in my mouth. I sucked and sucked his dick until he came into my mouth.

“Now be a good girl and swallow…that’s right, swallow my cum…you’re a fast learner, you know that…all the guys are going to love you…now stand up.”

I stood up in front of him and he brought me closer to him. When he stuck a finger in my pussy I flinched, but in a good way. It felt nice to have something other then my fingers in my pussy.

“Oh god girl, you are so tight, so tight…OK now, bend over that’s right, I’m gonna fuck you from behind, like a whore, yeah, you’re my whore…”

When Tyler stuck his dick into my virgin pussy I had never felt anything like it. I felt like I was being ripped in half, yet it felt so good. Not seeming to care that I was a virgin Tyler went faster and faster until I was screaming.

“Yeah, yeah, Tyler, that feels so good, please don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Tell me you want me to fuck your pussy!”

“Fuck my pussy, harder, harder!”

“Say I’m you’re whore!”

“I’m you’re whore, god yes I’m you’re whore!”

“That’s a good girl. You are so fucking tight! I love virgin pussy, babe! Now come on cum for me, I want to hear you scream.”

“Ahhh, I think I’m coming, I’m coming, oh god, I’m coming! Yes, yes, YES!!!”

When I finally came I collapsed on to the ground but Tyler kept on. He kept fucking me until he was spent and then he told me to be a good girl, that he would be back tomorrow and we could do it again. And thus starts my journey in my sexual arrival.

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