Chapter 1: DeeDee, the making of a young slut

I’m a bad girl. I also love being bad. I mean, is there ANYTHING more fun than sex? Just the thought of how I sucked and fucked the married man I used to babysit for made my little 14 year old pussy soaking wet. How did a 14 year old girl start letting the married older man fuck me? He was smooth. So smooth. A great talker. Made me feel “special,” and oh my God did his COCK ever make me feel special.

It began with him paying me compliments. I was young ... so young ... as I said, only 14, and extremely shy, and he was a sexy adult I babysat for. When I finally realized he was actually flirting with me I got totally embarrassed and totally turned on at the same time. I mean, the way he looked at me just SCREAMED “fuck me.” He stared right at my budding titties, grinned at me when he told he how pretty I was, then began touching me. Innocently, at first. He’d put his arm around my neck and tell me I how pretty I was, or he’d put an arm around my waist and pull me into him. Little things. Nothing overt ... nothing really sexy ... just feeling me out, not up.

We went through that initial stage for several weeks before he actually kissed me, and even that wasn’t anything too outrageous, no tongue or anything. I was surprised, so didn’t do much to kiss him back, but the next time he did it he left his lips on mine a little longer, and I kind of pressed mine into his and he knew ... knew I liked it. He grinned knowingly at me when we separated, and then kissed me again, this time with his mouth open. I opened mine, and we French kissed. Instantly I felt a gush of wetness in my pussy, and when he reached down and put his hands on my naked thigh I moaned. I was so hot, so fucking HOT, and he knew it. He reached down and took my hand and put it on his cock and I felt it and squeezed a little. God I was hot! We were parked, on the way home from his house to mine, and without asking he took his cock out and had me touch him again.

“Do it, DeeDee ... Jerk me off,” he said, and reached over and slid his hand up under my skirt and felt my wetness there.

“Oh God!” I moaned, and when he slid his fingers under the edge of my panties and into my cunt I let him.

“You’re so wet! I love it,” he whispered, kissing my neck while he finger-fucked me. I kept squeezing his cock and milking it, somehow instinctively knowing what to do with it, and when I came he did, too, shooting cum all over my leg.

“Oh fuck!” he groaned, sliding his fingers into me faster and deeper and I came then, too, drenching his fingers with my hot juices.

Afterward we cleaned up he asked me if I’d like to go for a ride with him the next day, and I said I would.

That night I played with my pussy for HOURS! I imagined what it would be like to see his cock, to touch it, feel it in my cunt. I think I came ten or twelve times that night, and I was so excited I think I only had a couple of hours sleep.

The next day was a Saturday, and I told my Mom I had to babysit for Mr. Jones again. When I got in the car he drove off right away, then told me to show him my pussy. I raised my skirt high enough to let him see my panties, and he made me spread my legs for him and I did that, too.

“Where are we going?” I asked, excited, scared, anxious.

“To a friend’s apartment, honey. He’s not home, and we have it all to ourselves.”

I didn’t say anything, and when he reached over and squeezed my pussy I moaned again. He knew how hot I was, and I knew I was going to let him do anything he wanted to me.

At his friend’s apartment we went inside and he locked the door behind us, then hugged me and kissed me again, his tongue touching mine. Then he led me into the bedroom. I was so hot my legs were wobbly, and when he started undressing me I felt another gush of wetness filling my young pussy.

He took off my top, then my skirt, bra and panties, and then he got undressed. His cock was hard already, and when he opened a condom and put it on and led me to the bed I let him lay me on my back and get on top of me. This was it! I was going to ACTUALLY GET FUCKED ... BY AN ADULT MAN, a guy over 20 years older than me. AND I LOVED IT.

I felt his cock touch the opening of my cunt, and I moaned when he started pushing it inside me. Oh my God it felt good. So hot ... so hard ... so NASTY!

“Oh God!” I moaned, spreading my legs for him, allowing him to enter me all the way to his balls.

“You’re not a virgin?” he asked, grinning.

“No! I am. I ... I used stuff on myself. A hairbrush. But I’ve never been with a boy before.”

“You still haven’t, DeeDee ... you’re with a man now,” he said, fucking me a little faster, his big adult cock sliding in and out of my young, tight, wet pussy like a hot knife through butter.

“I LOVE IT!” I remember crying out, and when he came in me I came, too. God it was fun. But then you already know that, don’t you? You already know how much fun is which is why you’re probably playing with your cock right now ... or your pussy, remembering, right? Remembering that first time you got fucked.

Later he taught me how to suck his cock, and he ate my pussy and fucked me again. By the time we were finished that day there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him. He loved having a young girl to suck his cock and fuck him, and I loved doing it, too.

Over the next several months we fucked a lot ... every time I babysat for him. He’d drive me home and we’d fuck in the car, or I’d suck him off. And then I guess his wife found out or suspected something, and I didn’t get to babysit for him anymore.

They just stopped calling me to babysit for them. I was heartbroken, of course, and it took quite a while before I let anyone else fuck me. I did it with a couple of boys closer to my age, but I didn’t like it because they always came right away and didn’t care if I came or not, so I decided I was going to fuck older men if I fucked anybody after that. And I did, too.

It was a couple of years later before I fucked another man. I think was around 17 or so, and it was one of my teachers. Mr. Jennings was so good looking, and all the girls thought he was hot. By then I had nice tits and a great body, and he taught history, and I was a junior in high school. I remember making up my mind I wanted to fuck Mr. Jennings, so this time instead of a man seducing me, I seduced him.

I wore a short skirt to school the day I decided to see if I could seduce Mr. Jennings, and just before history class I went into the girls room and took off my panties and put them in my book bag. Then I sat at a desk right in front of Mr. Jennings. When class started I waited until he was looking at me and slowly spread my legs, watching to see what he’d do. He was talking about some treaty or something, and when he glanced down and saw my naked cunt winking at him he stopped talking and for a second his mouth fell open. Then he looked away and his face actually got red and he stammered something and I almost laughed out loud.

It didn’t take him long to look back at me again, but when he did he had to sit down at his desk because I know his cock was getting hard. I turned kind of sideways so he could see me, and then reached down and pretended to scratch my crotch only instead I rubbed my wet cunt and smeared my juices all over myself while he kept stealing peeks at me. It was so hot and so fun, but I wondered what he’d do after class.

When the bell rang I closed my legs and took my time gathering up my books and notebook and stuff, and I let all the kids leave the room before I got up. Mr. Jennings grinned at me and I grinned back and he looked around to make sure no one was watching or could hear him, and he said, “You know you made me hard, DeeDee.”

“Really?” I asked, getting up, walking over next to him. “Show me,” I said, surprised at how bold I was acting, but he did it. He swiveled around in his chair and spread his legs and I could see the outline of this huge cock pressing down his pantleg.

“Wow. That looks great!” I said, feeling my cunt getting wet again.