Confessions of a Cum Slut Pt. 1-2

I’ve been a cum slut since I was eighteen. It’s hard for me to reach orgasm without a cock in my mouth. I’m addicted to cum. I eat it, sometimes more than twice a day. I dream about it. I’ve taken cum showers. Is there a twelve-step program for cum sluts? I’ll bet there is. The trouble with that is, I actually like being a cum slut. When there’s cum on my face, there’s usually a smile there as well. And vice-versa.

I wasn’t always a cum slut. I started as an innocent virgin, like everyone else. But that pretty much changed when I had my first orgasm. I stayed a virgin for a while after that, but I wasn’t really innocent anymore. In fact, I was well on my way to being a cum-loving cock sucker. I just didn’t know it.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Here’s why I think that first orgasm was so important: it’s like the main difference between guys and gals. Guys are pretty much all the same, as far as getting them off is concerned—sure, there are differences, but they can almost all watch some porn, spit in their hand, and have a perfectly good orgasm.

Whereas women are all different. Some of us can get off using our fingers; others just can’t. Some need something inside—a finger for one, but a cock for another, and only a vibrator for a third—and some women can’t get off if there’s, like, anything inside them at all. Some of us can’t cum while we’re fucking, others only cum when we’re being fucked. And on and on.

Why are we all so different? I have a theory: it has to do with our first orgasm, and that depends a lot on how we discover our sex. I think most guys discover it pretty much the same way. Whoop. There it is, right in front of you. One day it’s suddenly bigger than normal and it feels funny. Next thing you know, you’re cleaning it and it goes off! When a guy starts showering every day without being asked, it’s pretty much a sure deal that he’s discovered The Orgasm.

But a woman’s sex is hidden, even from her. Usually she starts having “feelings” without knowing where they’re coming from, you know? So she tries this or that, usually false starts and blind alleys at first, sometimes for a long time. Until one day, hopefully, she discovers what Does It for her. And that’s how I discovered my inner cum slut.

So anyway,


Chapter One — That Funny Feeling


The Story of My First Orgasm,
by Cindy Love
(no, that’s not my actual last name. Duh.)

It started at summer camp, the day after my 18th birthday. I know, I know: I’m a late bloomer. So sue me. It could just as easily have happened when I was fifteen, but it didn’t. Blind alleys, you know? I’m short and kind of small-breasted, and I could have easily passed for fifteen, which is why I think so many people took advantage of me. But I was 18.

Every summer my parents sent me to camp for six weeks, since I was 13. This was my last year and I knew I was going to miss it. I also knew it was my last chance to do something—I didn’t know what, exactly—with Linda Sue, a camp counselor for the last three years who I had a major crush on. When I looked at her I had… Feelings, you know?

Linda Sue was pretty and confident and had long blonde hair and really, really nice breasts. Not much bigger than average, but perfect. I thought she was So Beautiful, and I followed her around like a puppy dog. She took it as her due, and after the days’ activities she would sometimes let me hang around and do things for her: paint her nails, brush her hair… God how I loved brushing her long blond hair at night when she got ready for bed. I got butterflies just thinking about it. This year, I guess because she knew that I was 18, she let me hang out until she was actually ready to go to bed.

It was the first time I had seen her in a nightie. I’d seen her in a bathing suit before, but this was different; it was summer, and hot, and her nightie was thin and white, and with the light behind her, it was like she had nothing on. I could see the shape of her mound, even the shape of her pussy lips, a little.

She caught me staring. I blushed, but I just couldn’t look away. For the first time, I felt a tingling in my twat. This wasn’t just a vague Feeling, it was localized. I had looked at Linda Sue with total adoration anyway, but now I was staring at her girl parts, and feeling something stir in mine.

Maybe she was flattered, maybe she was just horny (she had a boyfriend, but he was away). I’ll probably never know why for sure, but she took my hand and put it on her breast. My heart almost stopped.

It was so soft. Softer than I had ever imagined. I could just see her light brown aureoles through her nighty, and I could see her nipple get hard on the breast I wasn’t touching. More importantly, I could feel the other nipple rise under the hand that was touching her. I was touching Linda Sue’s breast! I thought I was in heaven. That tingling in my pussy was definitely getting stronger, and it felt real good.

“Do you ever… touch yourself?” she asked.

“Touch… touch myself where?” I stammered.

“There’s something I do to relax at night,” she said, “after I turn the lights out.” She hesitated. “Sometimes, well, one time, I let my boyfriend help me. But he was too rough. If I ask you to do something, and I tell you exactly what to do, will you do it for me? Just the way I want? Without asking for something back?”

I stammered a yes, then swallowed, and said I would do anything. Anything.

“And you won’t tell? And you won’t ask for something back?”

“I promise. Cross my heart.”

“Okay. I’m going to trust you. But this is our secret, okay?”

Okay? She had me at “our”.

She opened her top dresser drawer and took out a small dildo. It wasn’t penis shaped or anything, more like an oversized lipstick, but it was smooth and pink and it gave me a little thrill to touch it.

She took my hand and led me to her single bed. She pulled the covers back, laid herself face up on the sheet, and patted the side of the bed by her hip for me to sit.

“Now, I’m going to touch myself, okay? With my right hand. You take your hand and touch me on my other side, just the way I do. I’ll tell you if you’re doing it wrong.”

“I won’t. I’ll do it exactly like you want me to. I… I want to touch you.”

“This isn’t about getting something you want, remember? This is about what I want. If I let you do it, that has to be enough.”

“I understand. I only meant that I want to do whatever you want. You’re so beautiful, Linda Sue”, I gushed.

She preened. “Thank you.”

She closed her eyes and pulled the hem of her nighty up over her right breast. Just looking at her bare tit made me tremble. I mirrored her, lifting her nighty up over her left breast as well.

She stroked herself with the fingertips of one hand, from her hip up to her breast. I stroked her other side, the same way.

Her fingers circled her right aureole. Mine circled her left. “Yess,” she hissed, drawing her breath in. “That’s right.”

She held the little dildo in her left hand. She began to move it around on her belly, and to rub her mound with it. “Mmm,” she breathed. She began to gently tease her right nipple as the dildo probed near her folds. I watched carefully, not wanting to displease her, then I began to softly skim her other nipple with my palm at the same time, so both nipples were being stimulated together. “Oh, that’s nice, Cindy, You’re doing it just right.”

I thrilled at the praise. She began to caress her breast, cupping it in her hand and brushing her fingertips across the erect nipple as she started to probe the entrance to her secret garden with the dildo. I followed along, cupping her other breast in my hand, brushing her other nipple until it was hard.

She squirmed a little. “Um, this takes both my hands. Keep doing my breast.”

I stared, fascinated, as her hand moved to the front of her mound, she slipped a finger in, and began to rub something I couldn’t see. The other hand held the dildo, but it was disappearing into her, further down. I caressed her breast, brushing my finger over her hard nipple in time to the finger moving in her folds. Her breathing came faster.

“Oh, that’s good, Cindy. ….so good… mm… do both of my boobs… oh, yes…”

Her one hand was slowly plunging the dildo in and out of her. I could guess where it was going. I started to get excited in a new way. Her finger, on her other hand, was moving much faster now, rubbing with a fierce rhythm. I couldn’t tell which hand I should be in synch with, so I made a decision, and carefully timed my caresses so I brushed one nipple rapidly, in time with the finger moving in her folds, and slid my palm over her other nipple more slowly, in time to the hand sliding the dildo gradually in and out.

“Oh! Cindy! That’s… good… good!. Just like that, just like that, oh, Oh.” Her breathing got ragged and her finger rubbed back and forth frantically. She squinched her eyes hard shut, concentrating. I kept caressing her tits. They were so soft, so smooth… She grunted, then grunted again, arching her back. “Uh. Oh. Yyyyyesss. Uh, uh, uh… Mm… Mmm… Mmmm.“ She sighed and relaxed, dropping her hands to her sides. I froze.

“No Cindy, keep going. that’s nice. Just not my nipples now.” I gently massaged her breasts, enjoying the feel of them under my hands., their smoothness, the way they moved.

“That was good, Cindy. Stop now. You can pet the button over your own pussy, like you saw me do, but just once right now, to see if you know where it is.” She rolled on her side. “And you can come back tomorrow night. Oh, put this back in my drawer.” She held out the dildo, pointed end toward me. I took the tip in my hand. It was warm. And slippery. And just a little wet.

I stared at it in my hand. I felt really weird. Linda Sue watched me closely. “Is that interesting?” she asked slyly.

“Uh.” Oh Christ. Was I that obvious?

She got a wicked twinkle in her eyes. “Here’s something for you, then. You were good tonight. You can… You can suck it.” She watched me carefully to see how I would react. I felt funny, especially funny down there. I put the tip of the dildo in my mouth and sucked on it. It was salty, and… musky. It was my first taste of another girls’ pussy.

Linda Sue sat up in bed. “You like it, don’t you? Hm. Okay. Deeper. Push it deeper into your mouth. Now pet yourself, like I showed you.”

My hand slipped obediently into my loose camp shorts and down my panties. I pushed into the fold at the top of my mound and moved down until I felt a kind of button. I felt a sudden thrill as I touched my clitoris for the first time.

“You like it,” Linda Sue observed. “Now suck it and pet yourself.” I did as I was told, and got a dizzying sensation of pleasure.

“That’s enough,” snapped Linda Sue. “Put it away now. And no more petting! I’ll know.” She pulled the sheet over her shoulder and closed her eyes. “Come back tomorrow night, after lights out. Don’t let anyone see. Put that in the drawer on your way out.”

The next night I was breathless with anticipation, ready to do whatever Linda Sue asked. She had me do her breasts while she masturbated again, but it was almost perfunctory, like she was more interested in what came after. She had me suck her wetness off the dildo again, and made me push it into my mouth and pet myself at the same time.