Being Mr. Miller’s Slut – Part 1

(This story has 3 prequels. I didn’t know it was going to be a chapter story – if you want to read about how it all started read – Cornfield Rape, Mr. Miller Begins Using me, and Mr. Miller Lets me go. This story picks up right after the events of Mr. Miller Lets me go.)

When I got home Sunday I didn’t say a word to anyone. Mr. Miller had washed my jeans and from somewhere found a t-shirt my size so mom and dad didn’t notice anything. I looked like just like their thirteen year old daughter who had left Friday night to spend the weekend with friends. I was still 4’8”, with short brown hair and green eyes. I was still thin and slender except for my already developed 32B tits. They couldn’t see how the rape had changed me into a raging cock slut, for that matter I didn’t know either. After being fucked and abused by Mr. Miller and his dog Duke for two days straight I was exhausted. I told my parents I was tired from the weekend and just went to sleep. It wasn’t until Monday I noticed the change.

We had to wear uniforms to school, girls wore khaki skirts and a white button up blouse. Boys wore khaki pants and a white button up. We had to buy them from school, and the manufacturers didn’t make allowances for thirteen year old girls with grownup sized tits. So my shirts were too small, and I had to wear them with two buttons undone, which showed part of my bra. I was always embarrassed by this and wore sweaters to cover up, and hunched over. It was Monday morning on the bus when I realized I hadn’t brought a sweater. When Billy McClan sat down next to me I wasn’t surprised. Billy was seventeen and in high school he was a bully. He always sat next to me and whispered to me about my big tits, he liked to make me blush. Today when he sat down he leered down my shirt as usual and whispered. “Nice view baby.” Instead of feeling embarrassed and angry I realized I was blushing not only from shame but from desire. I loved that he was looking at my tits. He must have realized it too, because his eyes widened and he smiled, he’d seen my nipples get hard. He didn’t say anything else, but he kept staring until I got off at the middle school.

The rest of the day I noticed changes too. The boys stared at my tits as usual and I was loving it. I was also looking at all the boys, even the teachers differently, wondering how big their cocks were, if they liked to fuck hard like Mr. Miller did. The end result was that by the time I got home I was so horny I ran upstairs and shoved three fingers up my dripping cunt and fucked myself till I came three times. Tuesday was just the same, and by Wednesday I was going out of my mind with my need to be fucked. I didn’t know what to do, our town was too small for me to just randomly fuck someone without it getting around and my parents would kill me.

I had stayed late at school on Wednesday to finish a project in history and was walking home through the woods when I realized that someone was following me. I turned around and saw Billy McClan on the path behind me. He smiled at me, but it wasn’t a friendly smile. “Hey baby.” He said as he caught up to me. I’ve been waiting for you to walk home. He was staring hard at my tits, and I felt my nipples get hard. The slut in me thought instantly that this was the answer to my problem. If I fucked Billy no one would believe him if he told, because he said he had fucked every girl around.