Chapter 1

Hi friends, my name is Preeti and I am a woman with a very sexy figure (38D-30-34) and 5-10” height and of mixed race basically my paternal family from north and my maternal from south.

I am a very big fan of this website because it gives me a lot of pleasure to read all the stuff posted here and I found many similar to mine. Being a single woman I also have my share of physical needs.

Yes, you read that right that I am a single woman and never married by my own choice. While I have had hundreds of boyfriends and lovers in the past and even now. I just was not interested to get permanently hooked in marriage to anyone because I wanted a variety of men in my bed to enjoy with.

I have two sons aged 18 & 20 and will talk about them later. I also know that the only thing that matters to most men is sex. I was 18yrs old then when this life changing episode happened and I turned into a sex machine.

We stayed in a one-bedroom house coming from a lower middle class family. My parents used to sleep on the double bed and I on a mattress on the floor beside them. This was till I got caught by mom watching them have sex after which I was moved out to sleep on the divan in the living room.

I still continued to watch them peeping every night. Till I was sleeping in the bedroom I saw my parents having sex every night in various positions. They made funny noises when their bodies hit each other and funny sounds (which I later understood were moans).

They seemed to derive ultimate pleasures because of whatever they were doing. I also had seen mom masturbate enough times with a carrot when dad was out on tour. I did not understand what she was doing I surely knew that it was something very enjoyable.

This remained the biggest mystery question in my head. Because of this curiosity I was desperate to find out more so I could also experience those pleasures. Let me come to the main episode which dates back when I was in high school.

My body grew rapidly showing transformation to a full grown woman. The only thing that started late was my periods at the age of 19. I was growing pretty big breasts but not so big butt.

I was very active in sports due to my height and build and was in most of the Inter school teams playing with the seniors. I was very popular having won so many tournaments. I enjoyed the company of boys mostly elder to me because I considered myself no different from them.

We were based in a very small town where my father was a manager in a private company and my mother a bank employee. When I played games my breasts used to bounce and that caused me a lot of embarrassment.

None of the other girls including older ones had breasts anywhere close to my size. My biggest embarrassment was while playing games like kho-kho or kabaddi. most boys would grab my boobs as it was the easiest thing to grab because of their size.

When anyone touched my boobs it triggered strange feelings in my body and that is the only part that I loved. I strongly felt my big boobs was retarding my sports career. I went to my mother and complained about my breasts bouncing when playing games.

She thought about it and got me to strip my top and looking at my chest said I should start wearing a bra to support my breasts. She gave me one of her own (size 32C which I read on the label attached to it) to try.

She taught me how to wear it and while the bra supported my breasts much more firmly in place it also projected much more forward. Well this was the best option I had at that time and so I accepted it.

Now I felt more confident while I played games because my breasts didn’t bounce as much as before. At the same time, it became even more easier for the boys to grab my breasts due to the projection made by the bra.

In fact, from the day I started wearing the bra I felt a lot more eyes on me from men of all ages. There was a guy in college in my same school campus, Hardeep who was very close to me living in the same colony who also used to accompany me to and fro from school.

He was from a very rich family and also my best friend and meant the entire world to me. There was nothing hidden between us as we have both grown up together since I was a toddler.

No one knew me as much as he did, even more than my parents and he was 2yrs elder to me. He told me on day one when I wore my new bra to school that I was looking very nice and after he touched and squeezed my breasts all over, said my chest was looking much bigger and how?

I enjoyed his hands on my breasts and said my mother gave me her bra to wear. He seemed curious but didn’t talk anything more about it. Life went on few more months and even before I completed my first year wearing this bra I went back to my mother telling her that I was finding this bra extremely tight and painful.