Self Starter

Afterwards, Martin was again apologising for his actions, saying he should never have taken advantage of me, even though I had been willing for it to happen. Right then I simply had to get home before mom started asking questions. Leaving me to dress, I felt almost dizzy and took a while pulling my bra and panties back on. I could feel his cum leaking out of me as I walked somewhat unsteadily downstairs. It felt sexy.

Kissing me lightly, he said he hoped I could forgive him his moment of weakness. Right then, I was kinda hoping he might have a few more!

Emotionally confused as I walked home, all I really knew is that I liked what had just happened and that I wanted Martin to do that again to me tomorrow. Why I never even gave a thought about the possibility of falling pregnant, I don't know.

Mom looked at me kinda questioningly when I sauntered in. "You OK Heather?" she said, "You look a little flushed?"

"Just a cheer-squad try-out Mom," I replied, thinking how much I'd like to parade around Martin's kitchen in that little outfit, not to mention how much he'd probably like it! Once upstairs I stripped off for a shower and found a few very incriminating spots of blood on my panties. Definitely had to lose those! Beneath the hot water was heaven and thinking minutely about what Martin had done to me, it wasn't long before my hands found their way between my legs. I can be such a naughty girl!

3.45 p.m. couldn't come around quick enough. Martin was out the front fixing some timber on his porch as I got there. He smiled when he saw me.

"About yesterday Heather," he started.....

"Yesterday was great," I cut him off. "Have you missed me?" I teased.

Once inside and the door was closed, I took his hand and headed for the stairs.

"What are you doing sweetie?" Martin asked, looking puzzled.

"Well, wouldn't you like to fuck me again?" I giggled, "I thought you enjoyed it yesterday?" I added, trying my best to pout meaningfully.

"You really liked me doing it to you Heather?" he asked, almost comically. "Even though I'm a much older man?" Now he looked distinctly sad.

We had reached the top of the stairs and having unloaded my back pack. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. He didn't seem to need much more encouragement.

This time he was far less gentle with me, pretty much shoving me backwards on the bed and ripping my white school briefs off in his enthusiasm. I loved it. As his hands groped my breasts through the thin top I could feel my nipples becoming erect. My heart was racing and when he pushed my dress up, exposing my pussy to his gaze, I just spread my legs as wide as I could get them. I felt so submissive and deliciously female, I knew this was going to rate high on the Richter scale.

"Fuck me Martin," I prompted him at regular intervals and I think hearing me utter those words really spurred him on. I so meant it!

So wrapped-up had I been the previous day with the discomfort of my departing virginity I hadn't "let go" as such during the penetration. Today though I was the complete 'slut'......moaning, begging and using my hips anything but discreetly. My own pleasures rubbed off (as it were) on Martin who gave voice to the fact that I had the "sexiest little cunt," during his moments of unhinged thrusting. Shocked but excited by hearing such dirty words spoken to a young girl, I just wriggled in pleasure and whispered to him to "play with my tits." He didn't need an instruction manual that's for sure.

This time I found out what a real vaginal orgasm was. I went to Heaven and back I think. Tingling all the way from my nipples to my pussy I just shook as wave after wave took me where I definitely wanted to go. Judging by what he shot-up inside me, his own finality wasn't that un-enjoyable either!

After ten minutes or so and I could bear touching my sensitive zones once more I started teasing Martin again and got him to the stage of wanting to strip me completely - an activity I had no problem with. Giggling as my bra, the last item of modesty I possessed, took its leave I knelt there in the middle of the bed as naked as the day I was born.

tickling me as he groped my breasts while doing several other things that are probably not appropriate to enact with a young girl, I must have appeared, thinking back now - the embodiment of every male fantasy.

He fucked me several more times, including an instructive session behind me whilst on all fours with my bottom at a particularly acute angle. Note, I said acute...not cute, although we are talking semantics here I guess. I have to admit this particular method felt very sexy and seems to give the male partner extra penetration. Yummy!

By the time I got home that afternoon I was not only flushed once again, I was completely hooked on sex. I needed to know what it was like with boys my own age.

Unfortunately I found out........crappy!

When a girl "puts out" at school, there's no shortage of takers it seems...and in my quest for experience, I took whatever was on offer. After a couple of weeks, I couldn't wait to see Martin again.

Time flies when you're having fun but with the passage of weeks I knew that Martin had lost all respect for me and was just making the most of what opportunities he had to fuck a sexy young schoolgirl. We talked less and he penetrated me harder, frequently not even bothering to strip me any longer, simply pushing me onto the bed, holding my panties aside and just raping me senseless - exactly what I was there for!

Things took a turn for the worse.....or should I say, the better, the afternoon I turned up at Martin's house, a month or so later. He had one of his friends there.

"This is Geoff sweetheart," he said, introducing the admittedly good-looking taller man, who I guessed was a few years younger, though still pushing fifty. Geoff wasn't there for just the conversation.

Made to strip to my bra and panties, I had to sit on both their laps while they kissed and fondled me in turn. What should have been a humiliating experience simply made me hotter. At the point Martin asked his friend if he had any deep-seated fantasy, he replied that he had always wanted to spank a schoolgirl. Yeah, I know - how original?

Geoff told us that he had longed to do it to his own daughter who was now nineteen he said, but didn't feel that it was worth the subsequent divorce and assault charge. Seemed like I was the next best option.

They put me across his knee and both took turns spanking my bottom pretty hard. Whilst it really stung, I couldn't stop wriggling in pleasure and grinding my pussy against Geoff's knee. Martin knelt beside me and began groping my breasts inside my bra while Geoff continued paddling my butt.

"Pull her panties down Geoff," Martin suggested to his friend, who was anything but opposed to the idea. I suppose seeing my naked bottom glowing red and jiggling about in his lap had its arousing aspects and the spanks rained down harder, though now often wide of the mark, peppering an area between my waist and upper thighs. I could feel Geoff's erection protruding upwards into my tummy.

"She's had enough I think," Geoff said, staying his had. Just because I was crying and completely scarlet didn't mean I wanted it to stop though! By far the best way to alleviate the pain of a girl's spanked bottom is to fuck her and that's precisely what they did. Thank God for the pill!

Taking me upstairs they first ripped my bra off and made me walk about completely naked, while they masturbated. At the critical moment, they had me lie on Martin's bed face-down while they came all over me - chiefly over my scalding hot bottom and lower back.

After that, they both fucked me. On the bed, on all fours, against the wall - even standing up while one of them held my arms. No way to treat a lady I suppose, but who's complaining?

By the time I got home, my bottom, breasts and pussy were so sore I could hardly walk. "Roll on Wednesday," I was thinking.

Well, Geoff had a few friends too didn't he? Within six months and shortly after my Graduation, I was so far down the road to degradation, Martin's little house was playing host to sights that might cause the most experienced member of the Miami Vice Squad to throw-up.

Stripped, fondled and passed-around from chair to chair, room to room, duo to duo, I was fucked so hard and so often that cum would be running out of me in streams even as a fresh cock would find its way into me. I learned how to suck one man while two others fucked me either singly or together.

Whereas I would once be too sore to handle anything after my third or fourth "rape," I learned to overcome the pain barrier and could take whatever physical abuse was handed out - orally, vaginally and definitely anally. They would be queuing-up to fuck me in the ass for days. Often, I would dress to go home while the men were lying around the house a spent force, wondering what vitamin pills I must have been taking.

I had just turned twenty when I met Jim, one of the few guys in my hometown who had never fucked me. Jim was not short of business acumen and during one "group grope session" at one of the guy's homes - I had long since moved on from Martin - he took me aside and said "Look Heather....if you're willing to go the distance with all these men - why not make some money out of it?"

Within a month I had left home and was set-up here on Cleveland Drive. I suppose you could say that Jim "pimped" for me but in all honesty, I really wasn't short of contacts.

You get to meet the weirdest people in the sex business. Men who would bring their wives - not just to watch either but whose tastes themselves ran to fondling and fucking young girls. How many times was I put across the woman's lap and spanked insensible while the husband would grope me between my legs or inside my bra? Fathers who occasionally brought their sons to strip and fondle a young girl after which they might watch her get fucked or even try it themselves.

So yeah, I was starting to make plenty of money - even allowing for Jim's "commissions." Shame I was introduced to heroin!

My dad's words - "Have respect for yourself Heather"- have long since been swept under the carpet, along with his daughter's future. The heroin usage has seen to it that my clientele let's say, are no longer "screened." I can't afford to be choosy.

A thin twenty-one year-old girl with track-marks and hollow-eyes, commands rather less sexual interest than a vibrant eighteen-year old schoolgirl in cute pink knickers.

But hey, I still love being spanked....IF you're interested?