Tuesday, 23 February 2016

The Community Slut - Season 1 'Episode 1' [!8+ Story]

The Community Slut - Season 1 'Episode 1' [!8+ Story]
This is a True life-story written by MissErotica

Prologue:
This is not just a story or single tale of an adventure or escapade, it’s the story of my life and being and you just have to bear with me since it’s going to be a long tale. You might be wondering what brought the epiphany about, why do I want to make my tale, the story of my life, my existence public knowledge? I truly have no answer to that question as there was no catalyst to my need but just a warped sense of the exhibitionist, wanting others to know that I have done, who I am and how far I can go. So just sit back, see this tale as an epic adventure, something like THE HOBBIT or LORD OF THE RING.

****************EPISODE 1****************

I’m twenty-six years old in age but way matured in body and much more matured in spirit. I have the full lush body of the successful po.rn star. My vital stats are 42-26-42. From that alone, you can guess that I am busty and well-endowed in the right places. For those of you not too versatile in the female stats game, what my stats mean is that my bust measures a 42dd cup, full, firm and very soft, always warm to the touch. My waist is tiny, measuring a meagre 26 from navel to navel while my hips are a massive 42, well-proportioned with full bubble bu.tts that wiggle se.ductively as I walk. Not to sound immodest, I know I have got an attractive body, in fact, a notch more attractive than the average attractive girl. My face also compliments my body as though not exceedingly pretty, you could not call me plain. These two coupled together would make any girl vain but I am not since I could easily get what I wanted. My body is ripe, veering towards over ripe. I am very conscious of this fact as I am of my s*xuality.

I lost my parents as a toddler of two due to a car accident. I was in the car with them but as fate would have it, I had not even a scare to show for the ghastly accident while my parents lost their lives. That started or do I say invariably pushed me to the life I now live since I think I would not have chosen this path if my parents were alive. The only relative ready to take care of an infant two years was my mom’s elder sister as my other relatives were more concerned with the properties my parents left behind rather than the child. They quibbled and fought for what they did not know how the owner acquired and did not even think to put aside anything or consider the welfare of the only child they had left behind.

My aunt was a pet!te but bitter woman and she took out her bitterness on the orphan she had been saddled with. It wasn’t as if she was overly wicked just that she was indifferent. To her, I was an inconvenience that she had a duty to and she felt her duty was fulfilled by offering me shelter and food. She didn’t notice me or care that I was there. The other members of her family, her sons and husband were the ones who showed a modicu-m of care but I later got to know that it was not for altruistic reasons that they did this. In their own little way however, my auntie’s family were caring and accepting, something I could not say about my own flesh and blood; my aunt.

I became aware of my s*xuality at thirteen years or thereabouts. I noticed that while girls my age were straight and thin and the plump ones all fat, I was all curvy. The curves on my body were obvious even to me and I used to look at the angles and plains of other children, both boys and girls in my age category and wonder why I was different. But there was no body to speak to about my concerns as my aunt didn’t even speak to me except to send me on errands. I noticed that I started developing painful lumps in my chest even much earlier and my n!pples were becoming more obvious and taut especially when I was anxious, eager or excited and I was almost always excited. It took very little to get me excited. Bath times became a very enjoyable period for me after I accidentally touched my p**sy mound one day while bathing. A jolt of electricity ran from that nether region straight to my brain and exploded all over my body. It felt like my body was on fire, like my blood had turned to liquid fire. It was such an exquisite feeling that I began craving it always.

I would rub my thighs together whenever I felt the urge and the friction of my thighs rubbing together would create that tingly feeling again, making my body flush and a kind of juice flow from my nether region. I initially though it was pee unconsciously escaping but after some months, I noticed that what was coming out of my body during those rubbing sessions or while I was bathing was pee, it was much clearer and one day I tasted it. It was sweet in a tangy sort of way that I enjoyed. Sometimes, the substance was very thick and rubbery but it still tasted the same. I was baffled even though I enjoyed the taste, I wanted to know more about it. Alas, there was none to tell me.

By the time I was fourteen years old, my body was as fully formed as that of a normal sixteen year girl. My legs had grown longer and lither, my b**bs were an average grape size and my hips were wider than those of my cousin James’, girlfriend who was sixteen then. My aunt has three children, all boys and the youngest was about a year older than me while the eldest was nineteen and was in his third year at university when I clocked fourteen. James and his younger brother John were nice to me in a rivalry kind of way. They both treated me as nice as they could for boys by sometimes giving me some of their food to eat each time their mum was in her usual foul mood and had denied me food. They would each sneak portion of their meals into the store room which also doubled as my bedroom and bid me eat up. Sometimes, I ended up eating more than they did because half of each made a wh0l£ while they made do with half each. I didn’t see anything wrong in this initially but I felt m@turity had made James more amenable and that John was only trying to copy his brother.

I had a change of heart however when I caught James watching me through a crack in the door h0l£ of the bathroom. I had been playing with my p**sy mound as usual and did not know how long he had been standing there. He didn’t know that I had seen him however. There was something protruding between his leg which he was pulling on as he watched me and I also watched him surrept!tiously. I didn’t know what it was but I noticed that it grew bigger as he pulled and that the expression on his face looked like someone enjoying himself. His mouth was hanging open and dripping saliva but he was oblivious to it. Curiosity held me and I wanted to know what it was, if he was getting as much pleasure as I was from touching the sl!t in my nether region from his pulling the shaft between his legs.
It became a ritual, I would wait until only James and I were at home before going to take my bath and I would make an issue of it by telling him I was until he acknowledges that he had heard. I would then take as much time as I could, calculate how long I had before the others returned. I would touch my already too big b**bs, pull on my very long n!p.ples (they are each about an inch long), lean on the wall with legs spread and torso pushed forward while I play with my v@g.ina mound. While doing this, I would cunningly look at the crack in the bathroom door and sure enough, my cousin would be there playing with his co-ck, breathing hard and drooling like a dog about to get a big, fat juicy bone. I would draw out the scene for as long as I could just so I could watch him play with his member. I had an insane desire to touch it, to feel it and be intimate with its true nature. I still did not know what it was. There was no one I could conveniently ask as despite my physique, I was in JSS2 in a public secondary school and the older students looked down on me. They felt I just ran an overgrowth of hormones. But curiosity was driving me crazy the same way my body and its reaction was driving me crazy.

On one of those days when we would play our little game out (I knew he knew that I knew he was watching me..lol), I had even stopped closing the door, we were the only ones at home as usual and from the look of things, it would take at least another two hours before any other member of the family joined us. I was having my usual bath session and my cousin was watching and wanking as usual, m0an!ng loudly now as we had grown beyond all pretences. I was also m0an!ng as we watched each other from across the threshold of the open bathroom door. I noticed that my cousin had rubbed a substance on his co-ck and the movement of his hands up and down of it was slicker and faster. I had progressed from just touching my p**sy mound to dipping my fingers inside my sl!t to feel the constant warmth and throbbing of that area. I had also noticed that there was a small pointy mound of flesh just upwards of where my pee used to come out that was extra sensitive. Touching that small button like mound was enough to send the electricity through me at any time, place or day and I indulged. During bath sessions when I knew my cousin was watching, I would touch every part of my mound, rub the crevice between the flap that covered my p**sy sl!t and then move up to touch that knob of supersensitive flesh. I would let out small screams and m0ans as the s£nsat!on took over me and I await the final explosion that made that thick whitish substance flow out of me with great anticipation.
Even in my pleasure and excitement, I still watched my cousin and the antics he was playing with his c0-ck. I noticed that the sh@ft had grown much much longer and stiffer and hard several veins standing out from the sides. My cousin’s eyes were glued to my open mound and would rove from there to my b**bs and very hard and painful n!p.ples. My n!p.ples felt like they would detach from my body. It was painful and pleasurable at the same time. I started feeling the onset of the electricity when I noticed that my cousin’s pressure and pull on his shaft had increased and he was pulling very fast as his mouth hung open and guttural sounds escaped his throat. As the electricity hit me and I shook with it, I noticed a white gooey substance fly out of James c0-ck. The force of it was so much that the first jet landed on my b**bs and my body while the others landed on the floor of the bathroom.

The sound coming out of my cousin’s throat was like that of a ram or goat being led to the slaughter. I initially felt he was in pain until I saw the blissful expression on his face and realised that he enjoyed what he just did. He winked at me and left to sit back in the sitting room. Alone and still in the bath, I looked at the thick gooey substance that had flown out of James c0-ck and something, I don’t know why kept urging me to taste it. I was initially revolted but was ultimately overcome by curiosity making me to tentatively use my finger to scoop from the blobs on my b**bs and tentatively put the finger in my mouth. It tasted salty and felt warm to my tongue. I swirled it round in my mouth and unconsciously began scooping the remaining blobs from my b**bs and licking them from my fingers making sure to savour each taste before swallowing. After licking all the ones on my body, I looked down at the ones on the bathroom floor longingly but knew that I couldn’t bring myself to scoop them up to lick. I felt sorry to see it go to waste. That was how I became hooked on male cu-m even without knowing the name for it or the name for where it came from. I only knew that it was a taste I would not want to stop experiencing.

We had taken the ritual to the next level by that act and from then on I would eagerly await the thick sticky substance spurting out of his c0-ck to splatter on my body so that I could lick it off. I think I must have unwittingly lost my hy.men by this time as I had experiment with all sorts of items in my p**sy in order to heighten the pleasure I was getting. I had used my auntie’s hairbrush handle, used a candle and even used the remote when I discovered that the further inside me an object was, the more the pleasure for me. I always did this in the bathroom or in the privacy of my store room bedroom very late at night or when I was alone at home. My cousin and I stopped any pretence of ignorance when we were alone and he had progressed from just wanking and spilling sp*-rm on my body while I was bathing to feeling my butt.0ckz and pinching my b**bs whenever we were home alone.

One fateful day, the entire family was supposed to attend the wedding of a relative in another town but my cousin James had fallen sick the previous day so I was assigned to stay back at home to take care of his needs. Barely minutes after my aunt and the others drove off, James started running about the room and shouting in glee that it was all a ruse to get us to stay back at home. He said he wanted to teach me something nice and that us being alone at home was the only way we could do it. I agreed thinking it was more of the bathroom thing. I however told him to let us wait for another hour before anything to make sure that the others don’t come back and catch us doing whatever it was we wanted to do. He agreed reluctantly.
Less than an hour after the family’s departure, he told me to lock the door and take off all my cloths. I was almost fifteen by then and we had been playing with our g*n.itals for almost a year. He was in the final year of higher inst!tution but was going from home. I complied by quickly taking off my gown and p@nts (I didn’t use to wear a br@ as I had none, even my p@nts were few then). My cousin stood back and looked at me ferociously, it felt like he was going to eat me up raw. It was much later that I learnt the name for the look in his eyes, it was lust plain and simple. Then he started telling me the different name for each part of my nether region, asking me to repeat it back to him until he was sure that I had mastered the names. He made me know the mound between my legs was s*.xily called p**sy and biologically called v@g-ina. That those two pieces of skin covering it was the l@bia, the big one the l@bia majora and the inner fold the l@bia minora, that that sensitive button that use to send pleasure coursing through my body was the cl!t.oris but called cl!t for short and that I was lucky it was not cut making the pleasure to run freely. He went on and on and on. I enjoyed it but I was dying with anticipation. I wanted to know what the sh@ft between his legs was called, what those two balls dangling underneath it were and what the white gooey salty substance was.

He didn’t disappoint me as he told me the shaft had several names; c0-ck, p*n-nis, d!ck, etc that I should pick whichever I wanted. C0-ck sounded more manly and I decided that was what I would call it. the balls, I could call balls, sp*-rm sac etc. while the white gooey substance was the sp*-rm. I was growing impatient by this time. I wanted to feel it, touch it and truly know what it was. He then made me seat on the couch and he sat beside me. He had taken off his cloths by now and was as n@k-ed as me. The only sound in the room was our ragged breathing as he directed my hands to his c0-ck and wrapped my right hand round it. it was hard, felt like a thick live sausage as it kept jumping up and down and back and forth. I sq££zed and he gro@ned. I catalogued that in a rational part of my brain to signify pleasure, he liked it being sq££zed. I sq££zed it again, a little harder and he groaned more but held my hand telling me that I was moving to fast. I relaxed.

Then he touched my b**bs and pleasure spread through them, it felt different from the pleasure I used to feel whenever I touched them myself. It was more intense. Then he bent his head and took one of my n!p.ples in his mouth, I almost died from the pleasure that radiated through my body, it was much more intense from what I experienced when he touched them. I groaned loudly and involuntarily, my chest pushed upwards and forwards as if to present more of my b**bs to his hot mouth. He began sU-Cking on them and that was where I lost all control as something pleasurable and fierce swept across my body to pool in my nether region. It felt like there was a fire in my nether region that was screaming to be quenched. I gasped and pushed upwards, unconsciously, unaware of what I was doing but doing something. The pleasure I was experiencing was greater than any I had experienced from touching myself or rubbing my thighs together.

I thought I knew pleasure but this was what real pleasure was. His hands felt feverish on my body as he traced them all over me to rest on my p**sy mound. Involuntarily, my legs opened up and his fingers slipped in. I gasped as I felt his finger inside me, my inside felt hotter and wetter than ever before. I just couldn’t fathom the feeling that was coursing through me. I didn’t understand it but I also didn’t want it to stop. I begged him not to stop. His mouth left my by now very hard n!p.ples and I felt bereaved but was instantly aflame again as his lips trailed all over my body, moving from my b**bs to my belly, down to my n@vel, licking along the way, leaving a trail of fire in his path. I was by now making pathetic mewling sounds as feelings I didn’t know existed made themselves manifest in my body. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe and didn’t want the feelings to end.

I noticed I was lying back on the couch when I felt his tongue on my p**sy mound. I scre@med and shuddered as an eruption exploded in my p**sy. I made to clamp my legs shut but he held on tightly to them, holding them open as he proceeded to clamp his mouth on the knob he had called cl!t. It was way beyond what I could explain as he licked, sU-Cked and probed the inner recesses of my being. I kept releasing and releasing those fluid he had earlier called p**sy juice. I was way in over my head, in a place I did not know existed. Then I felt like I was cresting as he shoved his tongue deep inside my p**sy and made fast and hard stabbing motions with it. I saw a very bright light right in front of my eye, as if it was getting prepared to explode. I felt his lips once again clamped on my cl!t as he shoved two fingers inside that deep greedy h0l£ of mine he had called a p**sy. He was working those fingers like I worked my aunt’s hair brush inside me, then he bit down on my cl!t and I felt the wh0l£ world explode as I gasped and shuddered and something massive started from my p**sy, raised through my body, my brains and made me curl my toes as I screamed and lost consciousness.

*****This is just the beginning*****

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