Sex Addict
I have a cunt between my legs, in other words I am a woman, in fact I am a woman who is a sex addict and this is how it started…I was thirteen at the time, I was a very well developed girl for my age at a time when many girls had not even started to develop. I had small, nicely shaped, stiff breasts, a plump mound divided by the long lips of my vulva and long, beautiful legs. I was quite used already to men looking at my body, I knew what they were looking at and why. I don’t know when I first started masturbating because I have done it ever since I can remember. When I was young it was a sort of comfort thing which was pleasurable and which I enjoyed, however, when I started to develop so the feelings that I got from it became more intense, then it was definitely sexual. As I developed I thought about sex all the time and had played around with one or two boys that I knew. One was my cousin James(changed name), his mother was my mother’s youngest sister and one day she caught us feeling each other. To my surprise she didn’t scold or punish us, instead she talked to us separately. When she talked ro me, I was eleven at that time, she explained all about sex and why it felt so nice for a boy and girl to feel each other. No-one had ever talked about sex to me before and I was fascinated and, although she told me that I took a terrible risk if I let a boy put his penis in me and ejaculated, I couldn’t wait to have sex properly. One of the things that had led to James and I feeling each other was that I never wore knickers, my mother had some sort of odd thing about wearing them. James had seen up my skirt many times and it was he who suggested that we looked at and played with each other. Nevertheless James and the other boys I knew wouldn’t have sex with me because my aunt had scared them about having to support a child if they caused one. So two years later I was very frustrated in my attempts to have sex until one day, during the summer holidays, I was walking out of our village one afternoon when I heard noises coming from an old cottage that hadn’t been lived in for years. Curious, but without really thinking about it, I went into the garden and round to the back where the noise seemed to be coming from. There was a man, dressed only in a very abbreviated pair of shorts working on a window. “Hello, love, what ar’yer doing?” “Nothing,” I replied, “just heard a noise that’s all, this place has been empty for years.” “Ah, so it has,” the man said, “but someone’s now bought it and I’m getting it ready to be done up.” “Oh,” I said. “You’re a nice pretty looking maid, I must say,” the man continued, his eyes taking in my curves, “bet all the boys are after you!” I shook my head, “No they ain’t.” I was wearing an old school dress that was a size too small, and I had nothing on underneath it, the way he looked at me made my nipples tingle. “Tell you what,” the man said, putting down his tools, “we done quite a lot upstairs, do yer want to see?” “Yes please!” I felt excited without really knowing why. “Come on then,” we went inside, “you go first,” he said when we came to the stairs, “and watch out, there ain’t no bannister rail.” I kept to the wall as I climbed up and when I reached the top I turned to see the man staring up my skirt. “My that’s some pretty cunt you got!” he said as he joined me, “Don’t you wear no knickers?” “No,” I replied, “my Mum don’t believe in them.” “Well, that’s all to the benefit of men like me then, innit?” I felt myself blushing at the thought that he’d seen everything I had, I now felt even more excited. “Come in here look,” he said, “my name’s John.” He pronounced it ‘Jahn’ so I knew he was Cornish like me. “See, this is the back bedroom like, I sleeps here while I’m working at the cottage, that’s my bed.” It was a steel army type bed that had a spring on it with a mattress on top. “That’s real comfortable that is, go on lie down and try it!” I didn’t think until I saw where he was looking, as I got on the bed and laid Down I was inadvertently again showing him that I had no knickers on. “That surely is some pretty cunt you got, you bin fucked yet?” My heart thumped as I shook my head. “What a waste, cunt like that needs fucking! Here look at this!” He pulled up the very short left leg of his shorts and revealed his half-hard cock, “Seen one o’they before ‘av’ee?” “Yes,” I was so excited that I couldn’t speak properly. “Know what to do with it?” “Yes.” “Right, come on then!” With that he took his shorts off and stood naked before me, his cock rising steadily in little jerks until it pointed almost vertically. It was the biggest I had seen, certainly at least seven inches long and thick with it, there was nothing I wanted more than to touch it. As I got up and sat on the side of the bed he came to me, took my hand and put it on the warm, throbbing shaft. I started to wank him without thinking about it at all, “That’s right, my dear, that’s real nice, come on let’s feel that cunt of yours,” and he pushed my skirt up and gently stroked what small length of the lips of my cunt that were revealed. It felt nice and almost without any conscious volition on my part, my legs began to part. In moments his gentle fingers aroused me as my lips swelled and opened, then he was feeling inside, he pushed a finger deep into my love-canal and began fucking me with it. I had never known such feelings and let him do what he wanted. He was soon teasing my clit, “My that’s some love-bud you got there my darlin’,” he said, “come on. Open yer legs and let me look at yer.” I did so, he was breathing very hard, “Ent bin fucked yet, yer said?” I shook my head. “Well, your day’s come, I’m a going to fuck yer, alright?” “Yes,” I whispered.