The Making of Slut

Years later, I look back, having become the queen of sluts, willing to be degraded for a good orgasm, willing to fuck and suck any cock. Like last night when I bent over a urinal in the men’s room at my local pub and let two well-hung black guys fuck me silly and a third cum in my mouth, after which they gave me a nice golden shower while I frigged my raw pussy. But how did it start? With Dad really.
Twenty years ago, sex wasn’t quite so available or easy to find out about, but I’d seen a few magazines hidden in my father’s dresser drawer, mostly naked women and few men. So I laid in my bed at night and fondled my private parts, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted exactly until I turned 14. My breasts had suddenly grown, and I was wearing a B-cup bra. And boys had definitely attracted my attention.
My first real date didn’t turn out as I’d planned, except for the part where I finally got kissed and felt up a little bit. I’d been dreaming of dating Craig, who was a two years ahead of me, and he actually asked me out. I was in seventh heaven. My father was really pissed off about it, but my mom said it was perfectly normal for a girl my age to have a date, even if the boy was 16 and driving. He was actually closer to 18, having been held back in school, but they didn’t know that.
We had dinner at a pizza place where a lot of Craig’s friends hung out. They kept coming over to the table and asking him weird questions I didn’t totally understand, like were the cherries getting picked tonight. And Craig, beside me in the booth, would grin and drape his arm around my shoulder so that his hand just grazed the side of my breast. I sort of shoved it away, being embarrassed, and the guys would laugh and stare at my chest. Another boy said something about muff diving, but I didn’t get that either.
I was supposed to be home by ten, so we parked just out of sight of my house and Craig didn’t waste any time. He slid over on the bench seat and started kissing me, his tongue in my mouth. And his hand was squeezing my breast, kneading it, pinching t the nipple which was getting kind of hard. I didn’t know what to do but kiss him back and before I knew it, his hand was under my blouse and inside my bra. It felt good, but kind of scary. I’d had the lectures from my mom about what boys wanted, but at the moment I didn’t care. So I only half-heartedly tried to push his hand away. He quickly unbuttoned my blouse and I tried to stop him, but he kept going, yanking my bra up over my breasts.
“hey,” he said, taking a breath, “You’ve got some nice tits, babe, it’s what guys like…and this,” he added, shoving a hand up my skirt. This time I grabbed his wrist, but he was a fullback on the high school team and outweighed me by 100 pounds or so. “What are you?” he said. “Little cocktease? I know what you want. Bet your sweet little cherry cunt is already creaming.”
“Cherry?” I stammered.
He laughed. “You are naïve. Means you’ve never been fucked. Never had a man’s cock in your hot little box. I bet the guys you were a cherry pussy, and it’s all mine.”
Now I was getting scared, but he started kissing me again and I felt him take my hand and put it on his crotch. “Feel that? Now that’s a cock, sweetheart. A real cock. Rub it up and down. . . . or do you want me to tell everyone at school what a baby you are.”
I started rubbing, and he squeezed me between my legs, and pulled the crotch of my panties aside. His cock was getting harder and harder . . . and suddenly the door of the car swung open, and there was my stepfather, looking furious. He yanked me out of the car and told Craig to get the hell out of there or he’d have him arrested.
Craig screeched away and left me standing there, half naked. My stepfather spun me around to face him, and he had the strangest look on his face. “I knew what you were from day one,” he said. “A slut. Now march.”
I tried to button my blouse but he slapped my hand away. “Might as well let the world see what you’ve got, you little slut.”
In the house he shoved me ahead of him up the stairs. I was hoping my mother would rescue me from whatever punishment he had in mind, but their bedroom door was closed tight.