The Neighbor's Slut

I don't really remember the details of how it came to be, but at age 11 I was a major slut for at least 8 boys over 15 years old down my street. I'd go to their houses on a daily basis and I'd suck and jerk them off. Sometimes I'd empty the balls of 2 or 3 boys in the same day. Our meeting were on an old abandoned house where we had a small dirty matress on the bedroom floor.

But there were two guys that I liked most and for the same reasons: They were the only ones really into doing stuff with me (the others just laid there while I'd suck them) and, well... Big, thick cocks. They weren't fucking my ass or anything like that, but all I knew is that somehow I liked those bigger cocks (I can't really know their sizes because I never really cared to ask, but I think that most guys were about 5 to 6 inches while these two easily had around 8 inches).

One was a 19 years old black guy with an amazing ripped body. Breaking the stereotype, his cock wasn't the bigger one (I tend to believe it was about 7,5 inches) but he had the biggest nutsack I've ever seen (even today!). He'd always start with his cock soft and by kissing all over my body, then would tongue my hole until he was fully erect and dripping precum. I used to find it really arousing how his cock would point almost straight up. That's when he'd start fucking my mouth slowly, going a little bit faster from time to time. He'd cum that way and I always tried to swallow most of his man milk, but sometimes he'd prefer to stand up and hold me in his arms while I hugged him and closed my legs around his waist for better grip. He loved to hold me in the exact position so that his cock head would slightly press my hole, but never went past this. He'd hold me like that for a while and would ask me to give permission to enter when I felt ready, then he'd cum and twitch really hard. He'd then lower me to bed and lay over me, kissing my lips and letting me feel his man cock reduce between my legs.

The other one was a 17 years old italian guy. His was the bigger, thicker cock (over 8 inches, I think) and it had a big mushroom like head. He was rougher than the black guy, always had his cock hard and drooling before we did anything. He'd start by making me suck and throat his cock as deep as I could and then would lay me belly down to tongue my hole. No matter what other variations we'd experiment on, he'd always finish by lubbing his cock and dry fucking my ass until he'd cum all over it and my back while calling me a little slut and what not. His thrusts were so hard I had to hold to the bed to avoid being tossed to the ground. His twitching was so intense that I'd feel my body sinking in the mattress. When his cock would start softening, he'd piss over my ass.

The number of guys became smaller with time, and these two were the only ones left when I was 14. Interestingly enough, it was the rougher italian guy who popped my cherry. At age 14 I could already cum and the sessions were a lot more fun, all that was lacking was some real fucking. I remember I stopped him from dry fucking me and straight told him to lub up his cock and my hole and slowly push in. He went real in slow and nice, but that big mushroom head really took its toll. I cried like a little bitch, but never asked him to stop. At one point I even pissed myself a little. He was really caring, but I could tell he was secretly loving me seeing me cry on his cock. He came in 5 minutes. I felt heaven when that sea of cum flooded my hole and I saw him snorting like a bull and felt his cock throbbing inside me.

Needless to say, the black guy would be the next to fill me with his cum. I never told him I had lost my cherry, I wanted it to be a whole surprise. I asked him to lub his cock and dry fuck my ass, so he did thinking that was it. But that was the first pretext. The second one was asking him to lay belly up and let me thrust my ass on his cock. I lubbed his cock and my ass once more and waited for him to be distracted. When he felt his cock head sliding in my ass, that's a face I'll never forget. Of course I had to tell him later how I could suddenly take his cock so effortlessly (I had been fucked by the italian guy at least 5 times before and was getting used to the initial pain and disconfort). Luckily he didn't get mad.

I moved away when I was 16 and that era ended. We didn't have all the means of keeping in touch we have today, so moving away was almost certainly never seeing them again. And it was. All I've been told by family is that "that house you and your friends used to play in" had been sold and demolished less than a year after.

And before someone says I've been - the "r" word-, no I wasn't. I always started every single thing I did with them and was never forced to do anything I didn't know or didn't want to do.