Chapter 1

My parents are shit! Seriously, they should never have had me. They don’t give a fuck about me and never do anything for me. Well, that’s not quite true but nearly. Maybe I should back up a bit and tell you a bit about myself.

My name is Cherry, yes, Cherry, why the fuck would someone name their baby daughter Cherry? Dad says that they did it because I was conceived in back of a Nissan Cherry, but I’m not convinced because I can never imagine him to ever have being able to afford any sort of car; Besides, who names their baby after a car’s name? Anyway, I’ve just turned 14 and my body recently started puberty. As you can imagine, at the moment I’m one hell of a mixed-up girl. I’m still skinny but I’ve started getting little tits and a few pussy hairs. My pussy slit is starting to get a bit puffier and my little clit just peeks out from between my pussy lips.

It doesn’t help that my parents are a couple of drug taking drunks who, most of the time don’t even know that I exist. When they do realise that I’m there it’s either to tell me to get them some food, or go to the shop to get them some cigarettes or booze; or to hit me. Yes, I’m an abused child. The abuse isn’t just the odd slap or thump, both my mum and dad strip me and really tan my backside; and for some weird reason they usually wait until my older brother Elvis, yes, Elvis, who is 3 years older than me, is at home and gets to watch mum or dad strip me and spank my bare butt.

Both mum and dad usually end-up finger fucking me after they’ve spanked me, and recently they’ve started calling me a dirty little slut when they’ve held up their fucking finger and it’s been all wet. One time after dad had spanked me real hard, for no reason, he was finger fucking me and I suddenly screamed out in pain (more than usual). Dad pulled his finger out and held it up to show mum. Then he said,

“I guess that the little tramp can start taking me properly now.”

I hadn’t a clue what he was on about and it didn’t help when mum replied,

“Naw; give it another year or so then we can make some money out of her.”

As you can imagine, very little of their benefits money gets spent on clothes, especially for me, so when I’m at home I have to wear old school uniforms that should really have been thrown out years ago. I struggle to get into most of them and my dad has ripped a lot of them off me when he decides that he’s going to put me across his knee and spank me.

There’s one skirt that’s managed to survive, it’s a lycra tube skirt that mum got me from a charity shop when I was about 8. It’s only 9 inches long and only just covers my butt. Whenever mum or dad pulls it off me it manages to stay in one piece – well so far.

I used to cry for hours after I’d been spanked, but recently things have changed. I guess that it’s puberty that’s changing me. Every time that I get spanked now I’ve noticed that after the initial pain of the first few swats I start to actually enjoy getting spanked. Am I some sort of freak or what?

I’ve never really suffered from embarrassment, or humiliation. Having to wear old clothes at home that don’t fit me any more, and don’t really cover much of me, getting stripped and spanked every few days is just part of normal life for me. I’ve never really known anything else.

Anyway, as I mentioned above, about a month or so ago, I realised that I was starting to like the spankings. They made me feel good and I started getting this tingly feeling in my pussy; and it started getting wet. At first I thought that I was peeing myself but when I went to my room and put a finger inside me, it came out all covered in a sort of clear, white creamy liquid. I put the finger in my mouth and it didn’t taste of much but it had that sort of moreish taste.

With puberty, my body has started growing in other parts as well as me getting tiny tits. In the last few months I’ve grown 6 inches and put on some weight. My butt has started to go a bit bubble shaped.

My first period was a bit of a shock. Okay, the sex education lessons had told me what to expect, but for it to actually happen caught me by surprise. I wanted to talk to someone, another girl or woman but my mum was out cold so I found my mum’s tampons and read the box. It felt weird pushing it in.

The changing shape and size of my body has caused problems in the clothes department as well. I managed to talk mum into giving me some money to buy a new blouse and skirt for school but I’ve got to the stage where the only non-school clothes that I’ve got, that dad hasn’t ripped, that I can still get into are that little lycra skirt, a couple of elastic waist skirts and 3 stretchy tops; all from a few years ago. As you can imagine, the tops stretch quite a lot and don’t reach down to my skirts; and my budding nipples bulge out all the time. I haven’t got any bras because my mum says that I don’t need any. She says that I can have one when my tits start sagging.

The skirts are no better; both of the elastic waist skirt are the same length as the lycra skirt and are pleated so they bounce about quite a bit. Especially when I go down to the kids play area and run around and play on the swings and climbing frame.

As for knickers, well, mum decided that I didn’t need to wear any of those years ago; even for school, she said that I didn’t need them. Some of the boys have started staring at me and shouting rude things to me when I fall over at playtime or when they follow me up the stairs at school. I guess that I’m showing my butt a lot more now that I’m having a bit of a growth spurt.

The weird thing is that I’m starting to like the boys seeing up my skirts and I find myself sitting with my knees apart. I’ve started hanging upside down on the climbing frame near out flat quite a lot as well. Whenever boys come and look at me hanging there I get this nice tingly feeling in my pussy and want to stay there for ever. The boys usually say all sorts of rude things and joke about my name but I don’t care; in a way it’s nice. It proves that they’re noticing me.

Because I’ve only got one decent school skirt and blouse, I’ve started changing out of them as soon as I get home. My limited wardrobe gives me little choice so I often don’t bother to put anything on. What’s the point? One of my family is more than likely going to rip all my clothes off so why bother? What little clothes that I have will probably last longer if they’re not getting ripped off me.

Most of the teachers at our school are old men in their late twenties or so. We have a few women, mostly younger than the men. Whenever I see a man teacher looking at me I’ve started flashing my pussy at him. I think that it’s funny to see their faces. A couple of them quickly look away and blush but most of them stare at my pussy. None of them have said anything. I’ve even flashed a couple of the young women teachers. One of them once said,

“Cherry, I think that it’s time that you started wearing knickers.”

I just replied,

“Yes Miss.”

But I can’t wear something that I don’t have; not that I wanted to, I couldn’t see the point.

As for the jokes that the boys, and some of the girls, make about my name, at first I didn’t realise what they were on about, but during a sex education lesson the teacher started going on about girl’s virginity. The teacher was good in one way because she got everyone to shout out all the slang names for girl’s and the boy’s reproductive parts. One girl, who I don’t like, had to go and shout out the name Cherry when the teacher got round to Hymens. There was a lot of giggling and everyone was looking at me. I think that was the only time that I felt a bit of embarrassment.

I had my first orgasm about a month ago. My dad decided that I needed spanking again and he pulled my clothes off and put me over his knee. As soon as I was in position I started to feel all tingly around my pussy and wondered if I was going to get all wet again. I spread my legs to see if that would make any difference. Being spread like that didn’t worry me because both my mum and dad spread them before they started fingering me.

Anyway, when my dad started spanking me my mum came and sat at my feet and started playing with my pussy. She was giggling as my dad spanked me.

It wasn’t long before it stopped hurting and I started feeling good; really good.

My dad stopped spanking me and started fingering me.

“I wonder if she’s too young to cum?” I heard my dad say.

“She’ll cum.” Mum relied.

And cum I did. I had my first orgasm as my mother and father worked on my pussy. It was weird, but nice. When it first started I thought that I was dying but that thought soon passed as my body started jerking about and I started shouting,

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Mum and dad stopped playing with me and just watched my little body perform for them.

As I started to get my senses back I heard mum say,

“Told you.”

And then,

“I’d better get her on the pill. I’m sure that you and that no good son of yours will be fucking her soon.”

Dad touched my clit causing me to jerk again, and gasp.

Mum got up and went somewhere but dad said,

“Hey Elvis, come here and I’ll show you how to make a girl cum.”

As Elvis, who had watched every second of my ordeal, got up and came over. My dad lifted me up and plonked me down on the floor on my back. Then he spread my legs wide.

“Get down on your knees son.”

I looked up and saw the 2 of them, on their knees either side of my hips. Then I saw dad’s hand go to my pussy.

“You see that little knob of skin son, that’s her clitoris. Girls love it when you play with their clits. Here, I’ll show you.”

And show my brother, my father did. He was relatively sober and he was quite good at it because he made me cum again.