I am a very, nasty, very promiscuous lady; if anyone really considers me a lady at all. LOL.
Even though I started doing gang-bangs at the age of 18, it still took me quite a while to formulate my current perverted outlook on sex. Do you find that surprising? You shouldn't. It really takes a while to get as extreme as I am. But if you'll read on, I'll tell you all about how I got there.
I never knew my father. My mother had me in the backseat of an old Desoto when she was a teenager. It's a miracle I survived. My grandmother was the one who raised me while my mother grew up. Eventually she married a guy who was twenty-five years older than her, and a drunk, to boot. But he had a job, and we had food on the table and a roof over our heads. All in all, he wasn't so bad; he was always loaded, and would come home, and either watch television, or fall asleep in his recliner. The big thing was he didn't beat my mother, or me, as some of my friend's fathers did them. And to his credit, he never fucked around with me.
First Time
Here I was, eighteen and a virgin. Not by choice, mind you, but ... let's call it happenstance. As you read on, you might think I intended to get laid that day; with the skimpy little outfit I put on. But I never even thought of it as a possibility. That was just how my girlfriend, Elsie dressed; and I wanted her to feel comfortable enough with me to tell me the juiciest details of what it was like getting laid. Besides, it wasn't uncommon for girls our age to dress skimpily when the temperature was pushing 102 degrees outside.
True to form, Elsie was barely out of bed when I got there. When saw her face in the window of her side door, she looked pissed at being disturbed. But when she saw it was me, her eyes widened in surprise, and then her face lit up. I guess it'd been nearly a month since I'd last spent any time alone with her.
She flung the door open, and greeted me with a big hug. I could smell her hairspray, and a hint of some perfume she'd put on the previous day. I let myself melt into her, as her embrace tightened into something more than just a friendly hug between school chums. I felt very close to her at that moment, and I even remember the sting of tears in my eyes; although for some reason I'm not sure why to this day.
She finally pulled me away, but left her hands on my shoulders, and from only inches away, she stared into my eyes. I had to look up at her, since she was several inches taller than me.
"Don't tell me," she said with a smirk, "You're in heat again, right? And on the hottest day of the year you came over to talk about boys, didn't you?"
I felt my face heat up with a furious blush, as a silly grin spread across it. I could only look away and shrug my shoulders, a little ashamed that I was so readable to her. Of course, looking back, that really had been the main reason I'd ever go over to see her. Our private discussions had always been about boys and sex. We never had much other common ground to talk about.
She must have seen something else in my face, because she put her arm around my shoulder and asked, very softly, "You've got it bad, today, don't you?"
"Oh, Elsie," I sobbed as she walked me to a couch, and sat down next to me, holding me tightly with my head against her breasts, "I couldn't even sleep last night, it was so bad. I just can't stop thinking about it! I mean, I did myself for half an hour straight this morning, and it hardly helped at all!"
I held her hand, felt her squeeze it, and asked, "Why me, Elsie? Does anybody else have it this bad?"
"You're just a typical horny, hot-blooded, girl, that's all," Elsie replied, soothing me by rubbing her hand through my hair.
"A lot of hormones in that little body of yours are fucking with you, and that's all. It's normal to feel that way, honest to God."
She began to rock me back and forth. After a moment, I pulled away, sniffling and wiping away my tears with my hands. "You're right, I'm being pretty stupid." I said brokenly.
"You're not stupid, Dee, just horny! I think it's time we got you laid."
I looked at her, trying to see if she was joking. The serious look on her face told me she wasn't.
"What?" Was all I could manage, for she had definitely shocked me.
"You need to start having sex, Deidre. It's the only thing that'll give you any relief. Believe me, I know." Elsie said.
I realized I was all for it. At that moment, there was nothing I wanted to do more than find out what sex was like. Some of my friends had already done it, and loved it, but they had boyfriends. I didn't.
"But ... I don't even have a boyfriend," I pointed out, and wiped a tear away.
"Dee, I've talked to several boys who think you're pretty hot. You just seem a little unapproachable to them. Remember, guys our age can be pretty immature."
"Who'd you talk with?" I asked, titillated by her disclosure.
"Jonesie and Lee seem the most interested, but there are others."
"Them? But they're like twenty something. All they do is tease me, and play stupid tricks on me, like I'm a little kid!" I said, shocked that they had professed an interest in me.
"Silly, that's because they want your attention. They're afraid you'll reject them if they let you know their real feelings for you. I told you, guys can be very immature."
I sat there, digesting that. Jonesie and Lee liked me! I liked them, too, really, especially Lee. 'Why hadn't they told me, instead of tormenting me?'
"Feel better, now?" Elsie asked, seeing my face light up.
I nodded.
"Who do you think you'd like to go out with the most, Jonesie, or Lee?" Elsie asked.
I wanted to say both, but told her I liked Lee the best.
"I'll get to work on it for you, then. You'll be getting some good cock soon, I promise." Elsie assured me.
"Have you had sex with either of them?" I asked, thinking her reference to good cock was from experience.