It’s probably hard to believe, but this is a true
story, and it’s still happening to me.
My name is Alexandra. I’m 22 years old. I used to go by
“Alex”, but now most people call me Lexi.
It’s weird that I’m posting this here, because until
about a year ago I never thought much about sex. I
never got the whole concept of it, or why it excited
people. It either bored me, or grossed me out.
Not that it mattered much. I’d never received male
attention, I’ve always been flat-chested, and I never
wore make-up, or revealing clothes.
Last year I was in school, planning to be a CPA. It was
the beginning of my last semester, and I was broke. I’d
had a few partial scholarships, but they were pretty
much tapped out. I got cheapest apartment I could
find, even though the neighborhood was pretty ghetto,
and looked for another part time job to go along with
the tutoring I’d been doing at school.
There wasn’t much available, and I ended up at a new
age/natural healing place on the east side of town.
Even for that sort of thing, the place was weird.
Instead of bottled herbs and supplements, Kathrine, the
owner, liked to import big bunches of herbs and things
wholesale, and would grind, mix, and bag them herself.
Most of it came from China, and god knows what it was,
or even if it really was whatever she thought she was
buying.
I’d been working there about a month when I met Tim.
He’d just transferred schools, and we had a few classes
together. All through high school and most of college
I’d never let dating even cross my mind. I felt
untouchable somehow. I knew I wasn’t attractive to men,
and since I didn’t have much of a sex drive, the idea
of trying to appeal to them seemed pointless. I don’t
know what made Tim different. Maybe I was just lonely
and wanted to be “normal” for a change.
He was a nice guy, patient, and we dated about three
months before we broke up because I never wanted to
have sex.
I tried, I really did. But every time we got going I’d
end up laying there like a lump, just waiting for it to
be over with. In our final argument he got frustrated
and said it was like trying to make love to a hole in
the mattress. He ended it, and I couldn’t really blame
him.
That Monday afternoon when I got to work I was in the
lowest mood I’d ever been in.
The whole shift I’d find myself staring at the display
of “love help” concoctions at the opposite corner of
the store. I’d never even tried one of Kathrine’s mixes
before, (frankly they scared the hell out of me), but
when I left that day I took about a dozen bags home
with me. Half of them were suppose to be aphrodisiacs,
the other half were breast enhancers.
That night I swallowed a whole bag (about a dozen
doses) of each of them, along with half a bottle of red
wine. The next day I felt like an idiot over the whole
thing, and was just glad I hadn’t swallowed sleeping
pills or something.
A few hours later, while I was sitting in class, I felt
this strange feeling, like the room was too warm, or
too crowded. I didn’t realize at first that part of the
problem was the elastic of my bra digging into me. I
was a double A cup, and I’d never outgrown a bra, even
my training bra, so it just didn’t register.
When I got home, I realized the tops of my breasts were
poking out over the cups. I took the bra off and stood
there in front of the mirror.
My breasts, which had basically been nipples sitting on
my chest, were fuller. The nipples extended out, and I
started to touch them. I felt something start to pulse
between my legs, the blood rushing to my clit. The more
I touched them, the more it pulsed. I kept twisting
them between my fingers, until suddenly my clit tensed,
then exploded in a deep, deep throb. It was the first
orgasm I’d ever had.
The next morning my bra wouldn’t even close, I went out
without one. Like the day before I felt like I was in a
warm half-sleep. I did things without thinking, or even
realizing what I was doing. Instead of going to class,
I found myself at the park.
I was jogging, wearing a tank top. I started to notice
men’s eyes on me. I’d worn the top jogging before, but
back then it hadn’t been revealing then, it had
actually been loose against my chest. I realized that
now it was not only tight, but that my nipples were
like rocks brushing against the fabric as I moved.
Soon it was driving me crazy, and I had to stop. I made
it over to some drinking fountains by a restroom and
was bent over one of them, letting the cool water run
against my face and trying to calm down. I felt a hand
run up my thigh, to my ass, and whirled around. The
hand belonged to a guy somewhere in his late 20s,
wearing over-priced running clothes and a smirk on his
face, the cocky kind of guy I normally want to smack.
“Well you can’t blame a guy, it was pushed out on
display like that,” he said, smirking the whole time.
“Yeah, I guess it was,” said another voice that I
didn’t realize until after the words were out was even
mine.
Two minutes later I was standing on the wet concrete
floor of that park bathroom, leaning over a sink while
he pulled my shorts down and slide his cock right up my
pussy. I could see my own face in the mirror, moaning
while the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt pulsed
through my cunt.
When I was standing there afterward, alone, with his
jizz running down my legs, I realized that I’d just
barely let my boyfriend of 3 months take my virginity a
few weeks ago, and now I’d let a total stranger fuck me
in a public place without even wearing a condom. And
the thought made me cum again.
Over the next couple of weeks I took the rest of the
bags of herbs, then got more. I was taking 10 times the
amount I was supposed to be, but I couldn’t seem to
stop. My breasts kept swelling, and it would drive me
insane at night.
It was like I could feel every millimeter they grew.
They felt like a separate entity, taking over. I’d feel
them swell, feel my pussy leaking down my thighs, and
the only thing I could think about was sex.
A month later I’d fluked out of school. I started
dressing to attract attention, and I died my hair. I
also shaved all the hair off my pussy. My breasts kept
getting bigger and bigger, about a D cup at the time.
All I had to do was walk out of my apartment and men
would stare. I’d feel the wetness flood my legs as
their eyes went on me, and soon I’d be getting fucked,
or on my knees, sucking cock.
The day after getting fucked in the park I was dressed
in a short skirt and tight t-shirt, walking down the
street in my crappy neighborhood. A Hispanic guy
driving a low-rider piece of crap car started yelling
cat calls, slowing down and driving right along side
me, talking in a mix of Spanish and English, but it was
pretty obvious what he was talking about doing to me.
I let him pick me up, drive me to an alley, and fuck my
ass as I was bent over the hood of his car. He spit on
his hand and used it to lube his cock before shoving it
all the way up my ass chute. Despite the intense pain I
felt a huge smile break over my face as I moaned,
“AHHHhhhhh!” It was a relief that one of my three my
aching, empty holes was finally filled.
As soon as he came he drove away and left me there in
the alley. I was on my knees, catching my breath, when
two kids, around 13 and 14, also Hispanic, came down a
fire escape and came over. I stayed on my knees, and
looked up at them, they came over to me, and one put
his hands on the back of my head, and pulled my face
toward his crotch.
I unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock. I’d
never sucked cock before, and suddenly felt the most
intense desire to know what it tasted like. I began to
run my tongue up and down it like mad. When I finally
sucked it all the way into my mouth I started cumming,
rocking and jerking my hips back and forth as the most
intense cum I’d ever felt at that point exploded
through my cunt.
A few seconds later I realized I had not only moaned
with my orgasm, I was also making “MMMM” and “YUMMM”
sounds as I sucked his hard cock in and out. It was
like when I was a kid and had my absolute favorite
flavor lollipop in my mouth.
The only thing that made those sounds stop was when I
gagged as their cocks hit the deepest part of my
throat, and when I started to moan harder, cumming
again. It probably only took the boy a couple of
minutes to blow his load, but I had his brother right
there to lick and suck to.
As that second boy was cumming, his uncle came down
from the apartment and watched us. I could see the
hard-on pushing out against the thin sweat pants he was
wearing, and asked if he wanted to fuck to. He didn’t
speak much English, but his nephews translated. We went
upstairs to the apartment they shared with the boy’s
dad.
Miguel, the uncle, took my ass, while Paulo, the
father, stuck his cock in my mouth. By the time they
came the boys were hard again. I just kept fucking and
sucking.
Another day I was walking through the white end of the
neighborhood, and spotted a biker bar. That night I
went there, wearing a tank top and a lycra skirt. I
walked up to the bar, and suddenly realized that I’d
never ordered a drink in my life. I stammered out, “Um,
give me a beer.” A massively huge guy at the table
behind me said, “Hell, I’ll REALLY give you a beer.”
I turned around “Huh?!”
He motioned for me to come over to him. He stood up
like he wanted to dance. I realized that his hands were
down around the edge of my skirt. Suddenly I felt him
push it up, and felt something cold against the inside
of my thigh.
I realized it was the beer he’d been drinking, frosty
and sweating, and he was pushing it up inside my cunt.
The rest of the guys at the table were laughing and
reaching over to tap the shoulders of the guys at the
next table, pointing to me. The cold bottle was a shock
against my extremely warm cunt, but it quickly warmed
up, and like anything entering my holes lately, it felt
like exactly what I needed.
As he saw my eyes rolling back in my head the big guy
said “I think it’s time to take this someplace more
private”. He took me back to the men’s room. I was on
my knees, on the wet, filthy floor, sucking his cock,
then most of his friends.
I couldn’t get the smell of urine out of my nose. Not
only was the bathroom saturated in it, but most of the
guys dicks smelled like piss and sweat. I don’t know
why, maybe because it’s exactly what SHOULD have turned
me off, it didn’t. It made me want it even more.
As I was blowing them other patrons of the bar were
going in and out of the bathroom. One came in right as
the guy I was sucking at the time was done, and pulling
out of my mouth.
“Hey, I see an open urinal.”
He came over to me, and pulled out his cock. As he
stuck it in I thought he wanted a blowjob to, but
instead he started to piss, holding the back of my head
and shoving his cock deep down my throat so that I
couldn’t pull away.
I heard him say “If one drop lands on the floor I’ll
make you lick it up bitch”. I swallowed every single
drop, even though he kept pissing so long I thought I
was going to pass out. I was gagging and gasping for
breath by the time he was done.
He patted my head and said, “Good little bitch.”
I looked up at him and smiled.
Later I let some of the guys take me out into the
parking lot. They bent me over across somebody’s
Harley, and fucked me until I passed out. I woke up on
the ground of the parking lot the next morning with
gravel dug into my back. I’d taken at least 25 or 30
guys, maybe more after I passed out. I literally
couldn’t sit down for a week, my ass was so ripped to
shreds. But still I didn’t want to stop.
It was like my breasts were taking over my life.
They sit there on my chest, heavy, swollen, pulling me
forward.
Even now, sitting here, I can’t stop touching them. My
nipples are getting so hard I wanna cry, and my tits
start to get hotter and hotter, like they’re covered in
Icy-Hot. It’s like they’re and entirely separate thing
taking possession of me, yet they’re connected directly
to my clit, my ass, my mouth.
I’m sitting on a chair with a 10 inch dildo up my ass,
because if I didn’t I’d be so frustrated I’d never keep
my mind focused on what I’m writing.
All I could think about were cocks. Even the first
taste of one in my mouth made me cum instantly. And it
didn’t matter how many times I came, I’d want more,
until I couldn’t think straight, see straight anymore.
Hell I couldn’t even speak straight at the end of most
nights, just moan. When I tried to talk it came out
garbled, like I was drunk, when I hadn’t had any liquor
at all.
A couple of weeks after I first went to the biker bar I
was back again. One of the guys found me a job Tuesdays
though Saturdays in a tattoo/body piercing parlor.
I was technically the receptionist, but I was really
there to display the work. My first tat was “Anal
Whore” across my ass cheeks. When guys would come in my
boss would make me show them. If they were good
customers he’d let me fuck them, or suck them off, the
told them it was a “free gift with purchase”. I sucked
off my boss a lot to, mostly under the old metal desk
in his grimy office in the back.
My nipples were pierced the first day I was there, and
Ed, my boss, loved to pull me around by the rings. I
was only allowed to show up in tight tops that showed
the rings through the fabric, and short skirts with no
panties, so I could easily lift it to show off my ass
tat.
After a week there I began to feel like my brains were
literally fucked out of me, I had been a few months
short of being a certified public accountant, and now I
could barely work the cash register. Once, when it
jammed, I had to make change myself. I realized I was
counting on my fingers. Ed noticed it, and thought it
was cute. He was the one who started calling me “Lexi”,
which everyone else started using to.
It didn’t take long for most of the neighborhood to
know they could fuck me pretty much anytime. One day
while I walked home the 2 Hispanic kids I met in the
alley came up to me with a gang of their friends. They
had knives, and forced their way into my apartment
(even though I probably would have let them in anyway),
where all 7 of them gang-banged me.
It’s amazing how many times a 13 or 14 yr old boy can
get a hard-on, they were there almost all night. I knew
it was wrong, I should fight back, but there wasn’t
much I could have done, and that’s what was so
incredibly hot about it, that I was totally powerless
against what were basically kids. That night they
totally controlled me, not only with their knives, but
with their hard, virile cocks. I was only there to be
used, but it felt like what I was suppose to be, fucked
over and over in every hole, by anyone who could show
they could use me.
At work the next morning even Ed said I looked more
“fucked” than usual, and laughed like crazy when he saw
me wincing as I tried to lower my sore ass onto my
chair. He said “you know that tat was the perfect
choice, I didn’t even know how hard you’d try and live
up to it”, as he said it I realized how true it was,
and started laughing to.
I’d been sleepwalking through the whole thing, not
fighting what was happening, yet somehow thinking one
day I’d wake up, it would all be over, and I’d go back
to my “real” life.
**
After that day I began to wonder if this WAS my real
life now.
I’d stopped taking the herbs after about 2 months, but
6 months later my breasts had never gotten any smaller,
and my sex drive was as insane as ever. One night I
found a package I’d forgotten about, and decided to
take them one last time. My breast went from a D to a
DDD cup that night, and were so sensitive I could
barely move the next morning.
It was Saturday, and the only way I could make it to my
shift at work was to put pressure against them. I took
out my nipple rings and wrapped rubber bands tight
around my nipples, then bound my tits by wrapping
electrical tape around the base. They stood out from my
chest like rubber balls. It seemed to add to my sexual
tension, and yet it made it bearable. I thought Ed
would be pissed when I showed up to work without my
rings in.
When I walked in the door he said, “In my office, NOW!”
He bent me over his desk, smacked my ass, then fucked
the hell out of it. It turned out he wasn’t mad at all,
just thought I looked hot like that. I was so worked up
by then that I kept begging him to fuck me more, but he
got pretty worn out.
To keep me happy he started to finger me, sliding two
fingers into my pussy, then four, then slipped his
whole hand into my slopping wet cunt. Once it was in he
balled it into a fist, and began to fuck me with it, in
and out, driving it deeper each time until his entire
forearm was worked up into my cunt. I wasn’t just
cumming, I was squirting, liquid gushing out around his
hand, and running down his arm.
I felt the most unbelievably excited, yet peaceful
feeling, as if I was exactly where I was suppose to be,
laying back against a filthy metal desk, legs spread
wide open, an entire forearm reaming out my cunt, the
door open and the rest of the store gathering around to
watch.