Memoirs of a Naughty Girl - Ch. 01

Once upon a time, my dear brother introduced me to two older men. They were nice, talkative, and we drunk plenty of wine together. One of them knew jokes and he also knew how to crack them up with a serious face, so I had laughed with everyone, afraid the roof would fall on our heads, such a stormy party it was.

We spoke of many topics, especially they inquired about my habits, related to the bed -- not asking how I sleep, of course. They asked if I ever had an affair with more than one guy at once, if I had a dick inside my mouth and pussy at the same time, and if I had ever experienced the backdoor games.

When I said yes, they insisted on examining my body, so they stripped off my clothes, my white top, skirt, and even panties, very eagerly touching my labia and my cocoa hole, pushing their fingers inside. After seeing my non-existent resistance, they became more nastier, grabbing various tools and objects from around, thrusting them inside me. So, I ended up with my poor vagina stabbed by pencils, keys and a flash torch.

To my objections and wailing, they only retorted I had to endure and stay patient because they could see clearly that I was an well-ridden bitch and they needed some time to get ready as they were older men -- and meanwhile, they recommended to me to give my brother a blow job since incest (in their opinions) was the best thing to heat things up and make soft candles hard as rock.

Stay assured I had protested, refusing to split my lips apart, but as soon as some knowledgeable hand began to rob my clitoris, I conceded, took my brother's manhood and sucked with all might. I was too horny and wanted them to fuck me from both sides, filling my holes, including the filthiest one.

My anus was quite narrow back then, as any 20-year-old anus would be, even though the girl in question had a few sausages in her bowels and thought she knew the stuff. Well, it was a naïve way of thinking. But you should know I was far from being innocent.

My journey began when I was very young, a couple days after my eighteenth birthday. Not because of me, rather the men in my vicinity found out what a rare treasure I was, so they approached me. The first (if I remember correctly) was my teacher, who was touching my breasts, caressing my nipples, and under some weird pretext, kept explaining to me what a man and a woman could and should do when they had stayed alone.

Since I did not run away, he did not hurry, proceeding in a very methodical manner, very similarly to the manner he habitually used during his school lessons. But this part was a mistake as I was not satisfied and needed more than light groping and molesting. So, when our neighbor, who fancied spanking my buttocks, slapped me again, I managed to pull up my red skirt while rolling down my white panties, and adopted a stance I saw once when a street female dog was begging her male counterpart.

He was a man of fear-striking appearance, very robust and strong like a gorilla. To his credit I must admit he knew what to do, not hesitating even for a moment and never considering my young age at all. Grabbing my shoulder, he dragged me to a small garden cabin, right among spades, hoes, and shovels. Then, with a huge cock in his hand, he stared on my young cunt, still fresh and pink as an apricot. My girlish slit made me blush since never before had I showed it so wet to any man.

Yet, thank goodness for those juicy drops, without them, my first fuck would have been really painful. Even now, I still clearly remember that man's body and hips drilling my hole like a well-oiled machine. No matter how much pain I had gotten myself in, the orgasm sweetened the whole affair, and I craved for more. Thankfully, because he did not intend to let me go after the first shot.

Probably so happy to have a virgin, he forced me to kneel down, spread my legs and take his enormous cock from behind while he was squeezing my soft titties. Since he was not gentle, I had gotten a bad impression of this position -- which turned out to be a mere misconception as I learned afterward with my teacher. While he mourned my lost virginity, he did welcome the missed opportunity because he could fuck me with no further concerns. The fucking was nice and friendly, at least to the moment when our director entered the door and found us intertwined, with my leaking cunt full of teacher's semen.

The director started rumbling, but my teacher did not panic and casually offered my tiny pussy to him. Honestly, I did not like the notion since the director was old, bald and rather ugly. Not to speak of the manner the teacher introduced me -- it was more like he was passing a cheap whore rather than a precious pupil.

But before I could refuse, the director jumped in and shoved his crooked and veiny rod into my cunt, acting so quickly that I screamed, being afraid he could have torn me up. "There, there," he said and slapped gently my face. "You should get used to it."

Following his advice, I got used to it, having great benefits out of the situation. The director liked to buy me gifts, especially underwear, and I had become the best dressed girl at school. The other female classmates envied me and gossiped that I was a whore.

My secret life had a positive side, too. The hordes of boys followed me, trying hard to please me. Some of them were masturbating under desks and ejaculating on floor to get my attention. But for obvious reasons, I preferred a more meaningful display of admiration. The most loyal ones had a chance to touch my breasts and soft skin of my thighs under my skirt. The more I did not allow to make myself exclusive -- and to avoid making the teacher and director jealous.

The only exception I established was for my rowdy neighbor. He actually did not mind my direct refusals and regularly kidnapped me under the poor excuse he needed me to tutor his daughter. Honestly, I have no recollection of her since every time we had ended up in his bed where he fucked me in two monotonous ways: first shot in a missionary position and the second in a doggy style. Then, I had to open my labia apart, and he watched satisfied how the cum is flowing from inside. He had a huge balls and the load I got would fill a glass. The semen kept streaming out my sore pussy all night and morning.

These exercises stretched my cunt and the slit had lost its virgin appeal. My teacher and director complained about it. With their academic nature, they wanted to explore new horizons, and one student could not be enough.

If you want to know more about their new explorations, you must wait for the next chapter.