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I remember exactly when it started. Years ago when I was at a parade. People standing close in to see the floats and passing horses or girls spinning batons with marching bands. Everyone cranes for a good look and presses against each other. I had told my mom I was going to a friend’s house but instead came downtown for the parade. How easy it had been at eleven to take a bus on my own.
It was the first time I was in a clutch of people, strangers. Thrilled at my boldness to have gone alone, now in a crowd and it was a curious feeling of being on my own and I didn’t feel unsafe at all, there were many adults, and I purposely inserted myself among. I was enjoying the passing groups and watching ahead but noticed something warm against my back. A furtive glance told me it was a tall older man, peering up the street as horses clopped toward us. He seemed to be unaware of me.
There was nothing to do but ignore the contact. Nowhere to go in the close crush of bodies, no space to move into. I was pressed against a low fence so was sort of penned in to my position. And you tend to protect your space when in a crowd anyway. But I sensed the man was pressing a little harder into me than he had to. I could feel something against my bum, and after a few seconds to consider it, I knew it was not something in the man's front pocket, but what I suspected was his hard penis. He sort of moved side to side with it rubbing against me, trying to make the action look like he was straining to see oncoming floats.
At first I was a little shocked that he seemed to be doing it on purpose. And was getting some kind of jollies from it. But I was young and so curious as hell about male parts. Had already seen the penis of the grade three boy known as Dirty Little Bobby who tried to show his three inches to every girl in school. And came back to me because I was older than him and would touch it for him. And even once put my mouth over it before running off. I was ashamed of doing that but it was a thrill I could not get out of my mind.
But this was very different, the man standing close behind me was at least 30 or 40 or even older. But I figured that's what I get for coming downtown by myself. But I wanted to stand my ground so didn't move. He seemed to squirm to get a better view but I knew he was only enjoying rubbing himself against my rear. I was losing my attention to the passing bands.
He continued to rub close, now having positioned his cock so it would fit along the crack of my bum. I don't know what caused me to do it that first time, but I hitched my purse with the strap around my neck, and allowed one hand to drop to my side, then let it slide further around to my rear, hooking my thumb into my back pocket, an innocent position.
The man moved slightly and now I felt his bulge against the side of my hand. It was very warm. And hardening. I finally just stood still and let both hands clasp behind my back at my rear. Now I could tell, even at that age, that this man was excited by my move. He pressed closer until I could feel almost the whole length of his warm cock with my hands. I didn't dare close my slim fingers around it.
It was quite an exciting feeling and I suddenly had no desire to move, or try to discourage him from rubbing against me. My heart was pounding. A feeling I came to appreciate as lust. This went on for many minutes, until finally I was too curious to feel exactly how big that penis was that was warming my fingers so nicely. I turned over my hands and he immediately pressed against my open palms. His cock was long and hard. I finally let my fingers grasp it and run my forefinger up and down the shaft, after making sure no one could see. I continued to rub for many moments as the end of the parade neared and he suddenly twisted slightly and fumbled with his pants until I felt the whole warm penis in my hand, now free from restraint and even getting harder. I was shocked but the feeling was so nice I simply gripped it with my fingers and felt how long the shaft was! I wanted to turn, stoop down and see what it felt like in my mouth but was suddenly afraid of him following me and slipped quickly out of the crowd and ran to my bus stop. If it had been dark with no others around I knew right then I would have sucked on that cock. Even the little three inches of Bobby had addicted me for life with that one taste!
When I got home and into the seclusion of my room, I couldn't believe what I had done. But had a strange new feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had loved having my hand on that penis even over his trousers. And then feeling it bare after he took it out was wonderful to me, especially in the crowd of people all watching something else! It was so deliciously secret. I re-enacted the scene in my bathroom, playing to the mirror to see how my hands had grasped him. Noticing how flushed my face was. I wondered what he had felt like, then realized how hard his cock had become when he knew I was purposely touching it. It was no longer his rub against an innocent little girl but my action to entice a man’s penis. It was wonderful for him too. I even took a lotion tube into my mouth and pretended it was a hard cock! But it wasn’t that warm soft-hard feeling like a real penis.
Well that's how it started. Now I am addicted to tantalizing men in crowds or anywhere else. And take immense delight in doing it.
It all continued to hog my attention, deep down but always there. I think it was about my first or second boyfriend. I have always been well developed. Had great budding boobs even at 12. By the time I was 13 I had attracted almost every boy in school, especially after they heard they could play with me and I would touch them too. Hard to believe but I was pretty shy.
So once I had a steady boyfriend I began to have lots of sex. Started with the boy but then quickly became everything I wanted. And demanded. I was into full fucking mode by 14. But one boy was never enough, and I began cheating with other boys. It was that glorious feeling when a boy was fondling me, or finger-fucking me, then I had no resistance at all when he wanted his hard cock in there.
One guy I went with had a car, and we would go to a park and stop under the trees. And have sex. He never asked me, but once when we were just fooling around, and I was gripping his cock and stroking it, I just seemed to move down to be closer, I loved that it was so warm in my hand, and so hard as I moved my grip up and down. Then I could no longer resist, the cock was demanding, I wanted to taste and see if it was as good as it looked. It felt just like the parade man’s cock in my hand.
I moved closer until I just had to put it in my mouth! It was a wonderful sensation. The feeling of that hard yet soft skin on my tongue. He gasped with the warmth of my mouth. And no one had to tell me to move my head up and down and suck on that lovely pink head. The boy came within a minute I think. In my mouth. The warmth of his cum felt great and the taste was a little bit salty. But the deed was done, I was now completely addicted and have remained addicted for all these years!
So one of the next boyfriends I had was more than a little kinky. He loved fucking me in the open. Like in parks and in lanes or even on buses. In the parks we'd take a blanket to lie on, which would soon be over us so we could fuck like crazy. Sometimes even on a park bench if not many were around. And on buses he wanted to sit in the back seats but he didn't mind if the bus driver could see in his mirror. And I didn’t care when I saw the driver watching in his mirror as I disappeared behind the seat and he knew I was sucking my friends cock! If I had been able to get out at night when no other riders were on I would have surely started sucking off bus drivers too. My addiction was just that strong that it was now consuming me!
So one day a guy took me to a porn theater. That was a bit scary at first. You go in and find a seat in the darkness. Trying to be separate from the shadows slumped in their seats. So we sat down and snuggled together. The screen had poor actors just fucking and sucking. But I watched how the women sucked, this was god for me because I wanted to be the best too. But the women always kept their face to the camera no matter what they were doing and it seemed really phony to me. The guy, Gerry, I was with at the time was twenty, I was only sixteen. But he sort of shielded me from the view of the ticket seller as we slipped in. Then I noticed that several of the men in the theater had moved closer to our seats, two right behind us and some in front and one even in our row on my side. He started out at the end but sneakily moved closer until he was only one seat over.
Gerry had sort of let it slip one time when I was sucking him off, that he loved the porn theaters because he could always get blown there. I thought by women until I realised it was rare to have a woman in that lusty darkness. I thought he let guys suck his cock too. And it wasn't long until he pulled my head down on that warm cock and I started sucking him greedily. Now every time I stopped for a minute to look at the movie, I could see the guys all around me had their cocks out too, stroking them in pleasure. Some of them looked delicious! It would have been to easy to just take them into my mouth one by one and give out that total pleasure of getting sucked off by a girl. I wanted to but didn't. Gerry blew his load into my throat and I came up licking my lips. And grinning at how lusty the men around us looked with stiff cocks and big smiles.
Well Gerry had teased me with the possibilities about porn theaters. I wanted to go back but Gerry had other desires. Not good enough for me now because I am a fully trained cocksucker at seventeen, I want to do nothing else. I dwell on cocks, I stare at bulges on the bus, even being obvious enough that I can induce a guy to get hard because I watch his cock bulge. It worked on several teachers too and I could look at their bulges discreetly while they might be writing a point on the chalkboard as I stared and knew when they sensed it. I became a sensual cock-watcher.
In stores too, if you follow a guy around and just pretend you are sneaking a look at his bulge it will grow, guys have no control over it. But it is wonderful to be having that influence over a man! To actually be in control of his body like that!
One day I was downtown in a large department store. And noticed a guy just browsing leather wallets. I couldn't help but notice how his pants swelled where his cock was. I circled around the display tables and kept trying to figure out if he had a big one in there. I was too obvious and suddenly noticed that he was watching me too. Our eyes met and my gaze returned to his bulge. My pussy was wet with the thrill.
He seemed perplexed at first but then realised what I was looking at. Then it was as if his cock got the same message and responded with a pulse. My heart jumped because I knew I was having an effect on this man who was at least in his forties. Well dressed and probably from a downtown office on his lunch time. I would glanced down at his bulge and leave my eyes there if he looked at me. Sometimes running my tongue over my lips as if I had no control over what I wanted.
He continued browsing and I magnetically followed, always positioning myself for the look at his bulge. It was now I realised that he had had to adjust himself to stop his hard-on being too noticeable.
At one point he was looking at CDs on flat tables, there were boxes of more beneath the tables too and I stooped to pretend to look through them, but kept looking at a hardening cock under the table. He came closer, now helplessly into the game too, in spite of his perceived danger of my age. No one was near and I leaned a little forward and kissed the swollen cloth. He gave out a pulse in response, I know he had no control at all now and would allow anything I wanted to do!
I reached up and rubbed his swollen cock through his pants. It was the first time I ever had an orgasm myself because I was so excited but the discreet action.
I lingered with him as long as I could and then made my way to the elevators.
He followed and my heart was racing. I pressed the button but another man came near to wait too. I realised the old building had a stairwell too. And just wandered to the doorway and into the stairs. Walked slowly upward, conscious of his presence behind me. He was still not sure what this was all about. I climbed one level and then stopped on the stairs. It was not well lit as no one used them anymore. He followed and I waited, sitting on a stair, then he was beside me, saying Hello. I moved close and pressed my hand to his pants. His cock was so swollen now and I could feel it pulsing with anticipation. Rubbed him up and down. It was huge and needed freedom.
It was like he was afraid to touch me because he might have suspected something not right. I was way too young and he feared the contact. Maybe he was being set up. He leaned at the rail but no one else was there, and the sounds carried so easily in the marble stairwell that anyone could be heard right away.
Neither of us had said anything. He just leaned against the banister and I rubbed his cock harder through his pants. Too late now for a young girl addicted to cock. Too late now for any guy with red blood in his veins! I was in complete control. I unzipped his pants and fumbled through his briefs until I had a rising, pounding big cock in my hand.
My heart was pumping and my excitement was barely controllable. His cock was lovely, a large pink head and strong hardness. I gulped it into my mouth and he moaned aloud and I suppressed the sound except for a mmm as I orgasmed myself!. I sucked hard and furiously, entranced by the illicit feeling and warmth of a great cock in my mouth. And the excitement of being caught, and it would not be a woman who might decide on taking tghe stairs. That added more thrill for me as I imagined being observed by someone else. I slurped that warm cock with a greedy pleasure. Making noises which could be heard in the hardness of the stairwell. I wanted to go slower but was afraid someone else would appear and I would have to end this adventure prematurely. I was even thinking that if another guy came upon us, I could get him to stand guard and just wait his turn at my liquid mouth. My young pussy tingled with the thought.
So I started long strokes, letting my tongue slide long the bottom. And it brought that now familiar sensation of the cock tensing deep in my mouth. He was stifling his moan and I knew he would explode now. I sucked faster and he came into my mouth. Pulsing and lurching. With a loud groan. He sagged against the railing as I finished slurping at his cock. Then stepped down one step. I was as amazed as he was that he could get his cock sucked that easily. I was amazed with my boldness to have followed it through. I swallowed his cum and licked my lips. Straightened my hair.
His cock was deflating quickly and he tucked it back into his fly.
He said, "My gawd that was beautiful."
I simply said goodbye and started back down the stairs.
He called after me, "Oh, please don't run away. Give me your number. Wait here's mine."
I quickly went back into the store and disappeared as quickly as I could. I needed to find a cafe and think about what I had just done. And even though I felt very strange and maybe a bit ashamed, I knew this was just part of a lifetime career of sucking on any cock presented to me.
My heart was pounding with lust and I went right back to that department store hoping for another. Which I found days later with a repeat on the stairwell.
I also realized, even at that age, that I wasn't afraid of that porno movie either, the men there only wanted what I wanted too. They needed sucking off and I was enchanted with making hard cocks spurt! But I didn't have a way to get into the theatre by myself. So I went and lingered outside, just out of view of the ticket seller. It was not long until a man came by, saw me and stammered, "Were you going in here."
I answered, "I wanted to but my boyfriend didn't show up. They won't let me go in by myself."
"Okay, If I take you in, can I expect anything?"
My heart was in my throat, "Yes," I said. As I tingled deep down in my stomach.
He said, "Okay stand here until I say come on. Then hurry in beside me."
My heart was pounding so hard now. I heard him say, "One man and wife please." And the ticket guy just shoved two tickets at him and buzzed the door open. The man saying, "Come on, Honey." and shielded me from view as we went quickly in, through the short hallway and into the dark.
We let our eyes adjust to the darkness and he led me to a seat. Smiled and said any time I wanted to go in, just call him and handed me a business card. We watched the film for a few minutes until he just took it out.
I was thrilled that it was a nice one, hard and long. I didn't matter to me that other men were looking over and I just grasped it in my hand and started jacking him slowly.
Began sucking him but he came in seconds with the excitement of suck a young girl full of the lust of sucking a cock in public.
He stood up and said to use the rear door to leave so the ticket guy wouldn’t even know I was in there. I stayed after he was gone and just sat still, my heart pounding as men moved closer. One man stood in the row behind me and showed a lovely hard cock and I was on it in a second, closing my eyes with the wonderful lust I felt at sucking a stranger! He came, stepped away and kissed me on the forehead, said to be safe. But there were too many men nearby now so I hurried down the aisle and left the theater. Emerging into sunlight with a feeling of exhilaration at how controllable men were because of their penises, and also how I could dictate their every move if they thought I was going to suck them off! That is a great feeling. Even n the bus home I was able to barely rub myself and have more orgasms while staring out the window.
It has amazed me now for a long time that parades, theaters, concerts, stores or cafeterias were wonderful hunting grounds for stiff cocks. And that males at every age were just unable to resist the temptation of a warm mouth of a young girl. Especially because I had made such an effort to perfect my technique, and the wimpers, grunts and moans were all combined to allow me to suck off a cock anytime I wanted. I know I am unique as a cock seeking girl and have realised nothing is wrong with finding what you love and then enjoying it wholly. What wonderful control I have over so many men and I wonder now, if Dirty Little Bobby ever grew a cock more than three inches long! Or if he would ever have suspected that he started this wonderful and hopefully life-long addiction. -->
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