How I became a black cock slut, Pt 1

I was nine years old the first time I kissed a boy. I enjoyed it so much most of the time in school I was kissing boys out of the teachers view. The feel of his lips on mine and the feel of his tongue in my mouth was mesmerizing and intoxicating. A few months before my eleventh birthday I went to an end of summer party; a boy that I had dated a year before was there and we found a nice secluded spot and started kissing as if we hadn’t stopped for a year. That night was the first night I had ever let a boy take off my shirt and feel of my breasts and to kiss and lick on them. The stimulation from his mouth and tongue on my nipples stimulated me like not even I could do when I played with myself. My crotch got wet and warm like never before. From then until my freshman year in high school I was always kissing boys, letting them feel me up and lick on suck on my tits.

My last year before being a freshman in high school I gave a guy a hand job. His penis was beautiful. Some of my other girlfriends had done such things with their boyfriends but they all said their boyfriend’s dicks were ugly and they hated doing it. I didn’t I was in a trance as I watched my small white hand pull up and down the shaft. He was cut and his hood made my mouth water but I was absolutely not going to put it in my mouth, even though I was not going to do that I still loved the shape and form of his penis and how it felt in my hand and got harder and warmer at my touch.

This same boy and I dated into my freshman year in high school; close to the end of the school year I let him stick his penis in me. It was my first time and he took my cherry and the entire process took no longer than five minutes. He crawled between my legs and busted my cherry and pumped a few times and then had his orgasm into his condom and that was it. It was very painful and I did not like it. I bleed so much that I swore I would have to go to the hospital but the bleeding stopped. I decided then that intercourse was way overrated. Over the course of the summer between Freshman and Sophomore year my boyfriend that I let have my cherry was constantly begging to have me again. I always refused and at the end of the summer he found out that his father had taken a new job out of state. He begged for one last time in me and I refused but I told him that I would give him a blowjob. I really didn’t want to do that either but between him in my pussy or in my mouth I much preferred having him in my mouth. From the moment I took his little penis in my mouth I absolutely knew that I enjoyed sucking dick. The feel of his head in my mouth and on my tongue was like that first kiss with a boy. Of course I had no idea what I was doing so I wasn’t even applying suction but he seemed to enjoy just having his dick in a warm wet place. He cam in my mouth and on my face and I discovered that I liked his taste even the small amount that he shot into my mouth.

After he and his family had left I was hungry to suck another penis. Anytime I thought of the process, me going to my knees and seeing that beautiful penis inches from my mouth made my mouth water and my pussy damp. Shortly after the start of my sophomore year I hooked up with one of my old boy friends from years past. It took one date before I was lying in his front seat with his dick in my mouth. For about two months I sucked on him at least twice a day and sometimes three or four times. We found every secluded space in our school for me to perform on him and as time progressed I got better and better. My new boyfriend always wanted to fuck me but I always staved him off with a blowjob or a handjob. He must have grown frustrated over the two months we were together and he got with some other girl. The rest of the year I decided to not limit myself to one guy and so anytime some guy peeked my interest I would soon find myself on my knees with his penis in my mouth. For the entirety of my sophomore year I must have given thirteen or fourteen different guys blowjobs and around the school I was getting a reputation. The guys were always smiling and would always tease me by saying shit like, ‘Heather, you want to take a knee?’ or something of that sort. The girls were already calling me a slut, which I did not understand since I was just giving guys blowjobs. None the less I was getting a reputation for being easy. I didn’t care because the passion I felt when with a guy was far more powerful than the urge to be accepted by a bunch of girls that one probably were terrible at sucking dick and two thought that I had to meet some bull shit code or standard to be excepted by them.

Summer between my sophomore and junior year I spent most of my time on dates with different guys that ended with their cum on my face or in my mouth. I still hadn’t had intercourse with anyone besides my boyfriend from my freshman year. I did let guys finger me as I gave them a handjob and a few of the guys had returned the favor of my very nice blowjobs by eating my pussy. One night the guy that I had been seeing at the end of the summer took me to a party. Me and the guy that brought me to the party were not really ‘in love’ we were just enjoying sucking and licking on each other, even though he did tell me every time we were together that he wanted to fuck me.