when i was a kid, i was a manipulative little bitch. i liked getting attention from older men. when i was 9 and 10 i got felt up by my older cousin, he was about 16 at the time. i got addicted to it. yes, he touched me, but i went and asked for it. i just loved him touching me. i use to love it when he touched me when i had my pjs on, and used to lay in bed on my tummy and he would feel my butt and pussy from behind. i liked it when he touched my butt hole and would poke me with his finger. i was 11 when he finally fingered me properly, and had my first penetration.

he quit playing with me as he got older, he was scared shitless that we were going to be found out. i looked for another man to play with me, and found the storekeeper down the street. he was a real perv with lots of experience, and took care of me for over two years until i got bored with him. with him i learned all about cocks, and although we never had true penetration, he would rub me and poke me. i wanted more, but he stopped there.

by now i was developing and had respectable tits and muff. my next lover was a boy that worked as a stocker at night, and was home when i got off after school. he lived with his mom in an apartment, and it soon became our place to meet. she worked the evening shift and came home way after dark. he took my cherry. he wasn't as experienced as the storekeeper, but was available. i didn't really ever like him, and for the longest time i always wished that the old man had taken my cherry instead of this stupid boy.

i had lot's of dates in highschool, and was very friendly with the boys. it wasn't until i got to college that i began to controll my behavior, and really for the first time understand what i did. i know today that i was a real little slut and was lucky, just lucky. and my cohorts with my behavior, they were lucky too. i don't regret any of it, not a bit. i liked it, and wanted it, and still like and still want it. it is just that now i pick a bit better.