****** Growing Up as a Slut by Syndarella_Snowhite ******
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Growing Up as a Slut


My name is Wendy. I like to think of myself as a reformed slut. I go online to
tell my story some times, to people who will listen. I figure it is therapy for
me, and if people get off by living vicariously through my experiences, well,
I'm glad to be of service.

Lately though, its hard to find someone who wants to listen. Most guys in the
chat rooms just want cyber-sex, or to talk dirty to me, so I decided this story
would be a better outlet for me.

I grew up in a downtown area. It wasn't a run down neighborhood...well okay,
maybe it was, but it wasn't slums or ghetto or anything. We don't have too many
of those here in Canada. When I was young there was a whole gang of kids around
my age; not a gang like you think of nowadays, more like a group of kids
looking for mischief.

In this motley group, I was the only girl. I went through the usual stage of
'playing doctor' like many kids did. The difference was that I had a dozen
playmates who were quite interested in what I had to show. I was always called
a pretty little angel, and I had shoulder length dirty-blonde hair, and big
brown doe-eyes.

There was a vacant lot nearby that was fairly wooded and overgrown with bushes
and long grass. Parked in the bushes was an old van that had been stripped and
abandoned for quite a long time. It was a rusting hulk, with the seats and
engine torn out, and it naturally became our 'club house'.

It was in this old van, at about age 11 that I first started letting the other
boys touch me. The first one was named Robert. He was a kid with sandy-blonde
hair and was sort of the ring-leader. I remember him feeling my crotch through
my jeans, squeezing and kneading it in his palm. I did the same to him, but he
didn't like that so much. With a few of the other kids watching he got
adventurous and slipped his hand into the front of my jeans. They were pretty
loose fitting, and it was only a minor struggle before he was roughly exploring
the folds of my young pussy.

I unbuttoned my jeans and kicked them off to allow him better access. The other
boys just stared with rapt attention. He didn't know what else to do, but he
certainly knew he liked to feel me up. I was enjoying it too, but not in a
sexual way so much. I just liked being the center of attention. When he was
done, I let the others have their turn, each of the boys lining up to feel my
young pussy. Even my brother Michael took his turn. He was a year younger than
me, and I wasn't going to let him, but I thought he'd cry if I didn't.

That was just the beginning. Pretty soon the word got around to the other kids
in our group, and they were talking me into going to the club house quite
often, so they could 'feel me up'. It made me feel powerful. If I refused, and
the boys would start doing things for me, and cajoling me to get me to
cooperate, the way kids do.

When one of the boys found a dirty magazine in the trash one day about a year
later, he brought it to the club house. We were all awed by the pictures. The
next thing you know Robert wanted to try out some of the things we were looking
at. I was obliging. I mean why not? I'd seen all their cocks before, the tiny
things they were then, and I had nothing to hide. We had all heard of 'fucking'
before, and most of us had a general idea of what it was, but nothing so
graphic to illustrate.

I stripped down and laid back on the mat we had in the van. Robert climbed on
top of me. I guess he was a little shy or embarrassed because he ordered all
the other kids to turn around. His little pecker was rock hard as he butted it
up against my pussy. I knew it was supposed to go inside me, but I guess he
didn't. The magazine wasn't explicit enough to show actual penetration.

He humped up and down on me, and was having a great time, his little cock just
rubbing the outside of my near-hairless pussy. The other boys disobeyed his
'command', and snuck peeks at what was going on. I was enjoying it in a passive
sort of way, but I knew something was missing. I reached down to feel his cock,
and to guide it into me, but at that moment he ejaculated a small burst cum
onto my belly.

He climbed off, and I think he was proud of himself. No sooner was he pulling
up his pants than another kid was pulling his down to get on top of me. I
didn't stop him; I still felt that I had a burning that needed to be quenched.
I wanted to get him inside me. He was pumping uselessly away, while I tried to
get him to cooperate with me.

That's when there was a creak and the back door of the van opened up. The kid
on top of me was up in a flash, and I made a hurried motion to jerk up my
panties, while trying to see who it was.

It was two older kids, the bully types that sometimes hung around our
neighborhood, looking for a place to smoke. They were about 15 or so. They
quickly realized what was going on, with a van-load of 12 and 13-year-old boys,
and a near naked little 12-year-old girl on her back.

They invaded our club house, and not one of us was about to stop them. The one
guy smirked.

"What you kids doin'?" he asked smugly. "Fuckin'? Looks like we have a little
show eh?" he said to his buddy who just leered. "Don't stop because of us," he
said, sitting down , leaning against the inner wall.

None of the boys was anywhere near thinking about me. They were thinking they
were going to get beat up or something.

"Well if you aren't, I sure as hell will."

With that he stood back up and started unbelting his jeans. His buddy, who was
kind of chubby just kept nodding and leering. I thought Robert was going to try
to stop him, after all he was our gang leader, and I was the gang's girl...but
these older two just looked way too tough for him.

As he dropped his pants and then his underwear, his cock bounced out. It was
straight and rigid and was bobbing with his heart beat. Though still pretty
small looking back on it, At that moment it was the biggest thing I'd ever
seen.

He didn't bother with any kind of pre amble; he just firmly pulled my pants
back down. (I'd only gotten them half up in my haste.) He then jerked down my
panties and then lay on top of me, pinning me with his chest. "Shhhhh," he
advised into my ear.

That's when I felt the head of his cock against my little pussy. He pushed
steadily into me, violating my young body, but it was what I'd wanted after
all. I was scared, but also relieved that at least he knew where to put it.
Then the pain started and I thought maybe it was a mistake.

He tore through my hymen burying himself to the hilt. He held it in me, pushing
hips even tighter against my pelvis. I didn't really have breasts to speak of
as yet, but he mashed his palms against my chest anyway, lifting his upper body
off of mine. He pulled his cock out about half way, making me shudder, and then
rammed it back in again. I held in a gasp.

Over his shoulder I could see all of the other kids watching in fascination, as
he pulled out and then rammed home again. He then started to pump me
rhythmically, and got maybe 20 good strokes in me, grunting softly to himself,
before I felt a quick, hot splash inside me. He pushed tight against me,
holding me for a few moments. He let out a sigh, and then pulled out of me, to
stand up.

"That's how you fuck you snot nosed little punks," he said proudly, his
softening dick displayed for all to see.

"Shit man, blood!"

His chubby buddy pointed at his cock.

A look of panic crossed his face. The first guy pulled up his jeans and they
took off immediately. I don't know if they thought they'd hurt me badly or
what. I was a bit scared myself, not having the benefit of any sex-ed by that
point in life.

The rest were shocked, and relieved they'd not been beat up themselves, and yet
concerned for me. I was fine of course, and within a few days we were all back
out in the club house again. Robert wanted to fuck me properly, and he did. He
pushed his little cock in me and humped away until he was satisfied. Then
another of our group would take his place.

We had decided to post guards so that we wouldn't get surprised again, and my
brother invariably got the duty. We didn't know a whole lot about sex, but we
knew enough that it wasn't something that brothers did to sisters.

I quickly became the neighborhood slut. My breasts were developing nicely, and
I must admit so were my friends' cocks. That old van was where we spent
countless Saturday afternoons, often I'd have all twelve guys fuck me in turn.
I loved being the center of attention, and I thought it felt great, but I was
still missing something. I'd never had an orgasm, and even though I didn't know
what it was yet, I instinctively missed it.

When I was 13 my brother climbed between my legs, eager to take his turn on me.
I pushed him away.

"No way, you're my brother."

It must have been upsetting for him, to watch all of his friends pounding away
on his sister, knowing he couldn't have any for himself. Hell, the poor kid
lived with me, so I was a constant temptation for him. At the time I didn't
care. I was getting all the cock I wanted, so why should I indulge my little
brother?

It wasn't long after that that I met my first real boyfriend. Paul. He was 23
years old, and I was 13. He was a cousin of Nick, one of the guys that was
taking his turns on me. I guess Nick told Paul about me when Paul was staying
with Nicks family for the summer. He had a job nearby, and it was easier than
driving the 40 minutes from where he lived. He came out to out van to have a
look for himself.

When he came in, one of the other guys, Bill, had me in a doggie position and
was thrusting away at me from behind, while two others sat on the mat, stroking
themselves slowly, waiting for their turn. I had a red skirt that was flipped
up over my waist, and my panties lay on the floor where they'd been discarded.
I must have looked like such a sweet little slut.

I was facing the door when it creaked open, and was startled to see the
stranger. I nearly panicked, trying to get up, thinking he was somebody's
father or something, but Bill just grabbed my hips and slammed harder into me.
I gasped, and pushed back against him.

Paul was smiling as he ducked into the van, obviously enjoying what he was
looking at. He was mature and handsome, blue eyes, a bit of beard stubble, and
nicely groomed short dark hair that made a small mass of waves and curls at his
forehead.

I loved him immediately, or at least what my young mind perceived as love, and
my face went red. I looked away as Bill hammered me faster and faster, finally
blasting his cum into me, then collapsing onto my back. When he pulled out, I
shyly looked up to where Paul was sitting. He grinned at me, and gave me a
wink. I smiled back. I then felt a pair of hands on my hips as one of the
others got into position for his turn.

I stood up, ignoring the protest, and went to find my panties. Paul held them
out to me. When I reached for them, he pulled the back a bit.

"Hey sweetie, how much does it cost to take a turn?" he said.

I noticed he was blushing himself a bit.

"It doesn't cost anything. If I like you, you can take a turn," I said as-a-
matter-of-factly, trying to act as grown up as I could.

"Well? Do you like me?" he pressed eagerly.

"Maybe," I said, snatching back my undies.

He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest. I wiped my pussy with some
paper towel I had brought, and then pulled them on.

"Well how do I get you to like me?" he asked innocently.

"I dunno," I replied coyly.

"Maybe you could come for a ride in my car and we can talk about it?" he
suggested.

Car? I thought to myself. I was definitely in love. I agreed and the next thing
I knew, he and I were a couple.

I didn't go to the club house so much after that. I found the group kind of
boring. Paul and I would fuck in his car. He got me onto birth control pills,
and I thank my stars daily that I met him when I did. He taught me about oral
sex, first giving me incredible pleasure with his tongue, and then getting me
to suck his cock. I wasn't very good at it at first, but I was willing to
learn. He told me what he liked and I dutifully tried to please. Best of all I
discovered my orgasm with him. Many a time, he'd be sitting in his car, with me
riding him on his lap, either facing him or facing away from him, having his
hands grope my orange-sized tits, while I felt his manly cock sliding in and
out of me, him helping me to bounce my way to wracking, shuddering pleasure.

I must have been like a dream come true for him. I was young and eager, and he
was the experienced man. At the end of the summer he left though. Bill told me
that his cousin Paul went back home, and I had no way to see him. I wondered
why he wouldn't drive the 40 minutes to see me sometimes, but Bill informed me
that he had a girlfriend back home, one that was more his age. I was just a fun
summer fuck for him. It crushed me. Growing pains.

I'd still fuck some of the other guys now and then, but we were starting to
grow up and diversify. Hell, we'd started high school, and I was no longer the
only female available.

My brother on the other hand was having no luck with girls. I felt partly
responsible. I started to realize some of the psychological damage that I might
have caused him when we were younger. To be the only guy refused when I was
taking all comers... that must have really messed up his self-worth and
destroyed his confidence with girls. I'd have tried to set him up with some of
my female friends... except that I had no friends.

All the other girls in school hated me. I don't blame them. I was an unashamed
tramp. My childhood escapades certainly got around, and in retaliation, I made
it a point to steal as many boyfriends as I could, just to fuck them and let it
get around that I did. I was popular with the guys, but at the same time the
most hated girl in school. I didn't care then, I knew I was way ahead of the
game when it came to sexual experience, and to me, sex was power.

I started as a young slut, and I just kept getting better.

To make a long story short, I eventually used that power to seduce my high
school English teacher, teach my brother how to have sex, get fucked by my prom
date's father, participate in a threesome in college, and later I got back to
my old tricks working in a clothing store giving head in the change rooms to
decent looking strangers. That was all before met my true love, the man who
reformed me and made me a decent, monogamous woman.

I'll tell more about those other incidents another time, if people really want
to hear them.