Driven by an insatiable appetite to orgasm, I loved masturbating and grinding my clit until I reached multiple, shuddering, flooding orgasms, daily, and often in more unusual places, like the bathrooms of friends' parents' houses, the school toilets, or in a cornfield that I crossed to get home from school.

Influenced by Page 3, and the smuttier newspapers like The Sun and Sport, I loved how these sex-hungry sluts took men's attentions and how they flaunted their curvaceous bodies for all to see. I loved the idea of selling sex, or even giving it away for free.

As my interest grew, I enjoyed watching men who consumed light, harmless fun like the remarkable titties in the newspapers. When I discovered porn, I learned how these men lusted over perfect, tight teen bodies and bald, swollen pussies displayed proudly and served up in close-up in the numerous porno magazines and videos I watched with them...it got me imagining them devouring those girls and sharing them with their friends. It got me imagining being one of those girls.

I'd gather all the smutty banter I heard men and boys at school talk about, remember it and grind my clit to orgasm later that day. Sometimes I'd even excuse myself when I was with them to go to the toilet to relieve myself, before coming back and pretending nothing had happened. I got a few long looks...I am not sure if my flushed, rosy pink cheeks were perhaps a giveaway.

This dirty talk drove me wild, the way these women were made available to make men cum. It hardened my nipples and created a constant wet patch in my panties every time I thought about it, or when I witnessed men's animalistic, masculine behaviour. I watched as the bulges in their trousers grew and they talked about how they'd take turns filling those tight-looking pink pussies. I couldn't help but be aroused.

During this time, I made friends with some local boys who lived in the same town. Three or four years older than me, they drove around the neighbourhood in their cars, showing off to anyone who'd look. Cocky. Full of bravado. Attractive looking.

They stopped one day when I was leaving the corner shop. My long, blonde hair glistened in the sunshine as I started walking. I was wearing a short, white and very light summer dress; my white lacy thong and strapless lacy white bra were clearly visible through the thin material. I liked that everyone could see.

Driving the car was Rob, aged 19, a charmer. Told me I was the prettiest girl he'd seen. His freckled face and glinting blue eyes attracted me immediately. After a few minutes, I'd agreed to get into the car with him and his friends: brothers Stefan and Rick, and their friend Michael.

Michael got out of the car and pulled his seat forward so I could climb into the back. There was room in the middle between Stefan and Rick and they helped me in, the hem of my short sundress slightly caught in the breeze as I sat down. I was sandwiched between these older, bigger boys in the back, and I enjoyed the feel of their bodies pressed up against each side of mine. Rob and Michael got back in the front, and Rob drove us all away.

Cruising around town, Rick and Stefan's legs were knocking against mine the whole time, pressing my body up against each of them as we turned different corners. My legs straddled the console in the back, meaning my thighs were slightly spread, knees apart, and the hem of my dress rose steadily to the tops of my thighs.

I couldn't help but feel very turned on beside these two male bodies: heavier, bigger, older than me, and pressed up against me. Space was tight, so I had to keep my arms squeezed together so my hands didn't end up on their legs. Squeezing my arms together just made my tits push up proudly out of the V-neck bodice of my dress, creating a perky and full-looking cleavage that any man would pay more than a passing glance to.

My displayed cleavage wobbled and bounced as we went over rough patches of road. I often caught Rob looking at me in the rear-view mirror as Stefan and Rick flattered me, their eyes frequently wandered and lingered on my tits as they showed off what young bucks they were.

This was the start of many times in the car with the boys. Within a week, though, Rob had me to himself in the car, and after we'd driven around for a while, he stopped in a remote lay-by, and we made out in the back seats of his car.

Our bodies were hot and steamy as we writhed together; our kisses were deep and wet, and Rob was in charge as his hands wandered up my dress and to my silky, lacy thong. He stopped briefly when he felt how wet my hot pussy was through the delicate material before he even got his fingers in to part my lips. Responding to my wet patch, he told me what a dirty little slag I was for being so wet in a public lay-by after only just meeting him.

I confessed how horny I was, and that driving around sandwiched between Rick and Stefan made me need to masturbate every time they dropped me home. That being with his crowd of boys often made me think about what it would be like to be shared by them all. Although I had never done that before. Yet, just the thought alone got me almost cumming in my panties.

Rob became hard as he listened, then silently took control of my pussy, rubbing my swollen teenage cunt over the material of my thong until I came in it.

He kept his hand there until my pussy juice soaked through enough to wet the material of my gusset against his hand. My pussy throbbed, lips and clit swollen, juice leaking from a tight hole concealed by excited labia. I wondered if anyone had seen us.

Releasing his hand, Rob undid his jeans and wiggled his hips to shift his jeans down to his thighs, which released his hard cock. Without saying anything, he guided my head down onto it. Deep. All the way down until my nose touched his belly. I gagged a lot, and my drool inevitably dribbled down and covered his balls, making him and my face a sticky, slobbery mess.

As I got used to him filling my mouth and I learnt to breathe with him in that hole, Rob enthusiastically used my mouth, thrusting his hips as he called me the dirty local slag. Bike. Whore. Lay-by slut. Easy. Well-used. Community slag. I loved every name he called me!

I moaned along enthusiastically to every truth he called me until long, thick ropes of cum shot down my throat. His warm, salty cum, dumped in the back of my mouth, slightly choked me to the point my mascara ran and I exhaled his cum through my nose. But it delighted me at the same time. Made me feel dirty. Excited. Wanting more.

When Rob dropped me back at my house, we sat in his car kissing. He caressed my face, hands wandering as he boldly felt up my perky tits and ran his hand under the hem of my dress, groping my upper thighs and rump.

Rob whispered in my ear that I should think about pleasuring Rick and Stefan this way too, and that he could make it happen if it turned me on. Feeling a little bit out of my depth, I explained that whilst the thought got me excited; I had never done it with anyone else but Rob.

Responding reassuringly and stroking my hair, Rob looked doe-eyed and told me he loved me and that he'd be there to make sure I'd be okay. I leaned in to kiss him goodnight and said I'd think about it. He just smiled, squeezed my tits and told me to be a good little sex-hungry slag. He told me I should grind my pussy against my pillow til I cum tonight as I think on it.

Of course, I couldn't stop thinking about fucking his friends. Those rides in the car with them, tightly squeezed between two boys in the back of a car, whose fingers skimmed my thighs every time, got me so curiously horny. I enjoyed all the stolen glances from the front as Rob and Michael ogled my tits as they bounced about under tight, low-cut tops or flimsy dresses as we were out driving.

The knowing looks the boys all gave each other sometimes, it's like there was an unspoken secret, or a bet they'd got. It excited me. I wanted to be their prize. There was only one problem. I hadn't fucked anyone before, only myself. And by that, I just mean by rubbing my clit. It was a bit too much at 16 to take on two cocks together for my first time, and by this time, I had also been seeing Rob for nearly two weeks. He was my steady boyfriend now.

As the days rolled on, Rob came by in his Ford Escort to pick me up from home after school. We drove a short distance and parked in a dingy, littered lay-by.

A long make-out session steamed the windows as breaths got heavy. Rob's fingers and lips wandered all over my tits and pussy, and I was on the verge of cumming over his fingers when he paused and said he wanted another deep blowjob. Leaving me unsatisfied, he unzipped his jeans and guided my head down low onto him. He pumped rhythmically for a couple of minutes before he quickened, tensed and pumped streams of hot, sticky, endless amounts of cum into my mouth, which took several gulps to swallow. Grunting and panting as he tried to recover, Rob told me that he wanted me to service his friends.

Still feeling horny with my face in his lap, I told him it was a very exciting thought (just like how those sluts are shared in porn), but I was still a virgin. Rob wrapped his hand around my golden tresses and pulled me up to face him. A smile so great and cheeky met me.

After some romancing me and telling me he loved me, I felt like such a good girlfriend. All I wanted to do was please him. I was excited at the thought of multiple cocks - all the porn I'd seen of double penetration and threesomes had me fantasising. He dropped me home and that night I masturbated five times at the thought of being shared with Rob's friends, even though I hadn't slept with anyone before.

The next day, Rob called by and suggested we have a date. We went to the local viewpoint and sat in his car and made out. My nipples were hard and my clit was throbbing as we kissed. His big lips masterfully parted mine as he took control of my mouth with his tongue; his few advanced years on mine demonstrating his experience compared to mine.

I told Rob I'd thought about what we talked about and that I wanted to please him first. I wanted him to take my virginity and be the first cock to enter my teenage pussy. Straining against his trousers, his stiff dick stood erect to attention. His eyes lit up as he kissed me and he whispered that he would take care of me. I knew that Rob had lots of notches on his bedpost, so I felt reassured that he'd know what to do with me.

The next day, Rob arranged for us to go to Michael's house. Michael's parents were away and he could have friends over. When Rob picked me up, I'd put on a knee-length tea dress with white cotton panties and a pair of black lace top hold-ups underneath. It felt like a sexy way to lose my virginity, wearing just white panties and sexy stockings for when the time came for him to take me.

As usual, Michael got out of the front passenger seat so I could squeeze into the back with Stefan and Rick. The hem of my dress rode up just enough to show a hint of black lace stocking top. My freshly shaved pussy tingled in my knickers as I thought about how Rob was going to pull them down and slide his hard dick slowly into my virginal pussy, parting my lips, as they slowly give way to his girth as he pushes himself into that hot, wet, tight space. I'd watched the films. I wanted him balls deep and to flood my pussy with large loads of his cum.

We all got out of the car at Michael's, grabbed snacks and drinks from the kitchen and all made our way up to his bedroom. He put the TV on, then sat in his computer chair. Rick and Stefan took the beanbags. Rob guided me over to Michael's single bed and we lay out on the bed, but sat up enough to watch the TV with the others.

Posters of big-tittied women adorned Michael's walls - large, bare breasts everywhere, even on the ceiling above his bed. I spotted the dirty mags on the shelf of his bedside cabinet, and felt my pussy pulse at the thought of his wanking activities.

Eventually, Michael put some porn on, and the boys joked about gang bangs and the magnificent sluts that could take multiple cocks hard as we watched. They remarked that these whores were desperate to be fucked and would do anything for it. I agreed, I knew what that desperation was starting to feel like.

Their banter made me feel very excited, and I felt a little pussy juice start to trickle down my lips as they laughed. Rob whispered in my ear that I was a desperate slut who'd do anything to get fucked, and all I could do was to moan that he was right.

As some huge-breasted milkmaid serviced two farmers in the hay barn in the video, Rob and I watched the action unfold on the screen as I rubbed my hands over the hard bulge in his trousers. He parted my legs with his hands to get better access to his prize, my virginal pussy. Running his hand over the lace tops of my stockings, I felt his dick harden in his trousers against me.

He pulled my white panties to one side enough to get his fingers in there. He circled my clit briefly, and it sent me over the edge almost straight away. When he plunged a finger into my wetness, my instant reaction was to moan with pleasure, complementing the moans of the busty slut on the screen, and we came almost simultaneously.

Smiling, Rob looked at the boys with his sticky fingers still in my wet cunt, as if he were showing off a prize, and the boys were now looking at us. I spread my legs wider so they could all get a good look. Rob told them what a dirty girl I wanted to be and he told them all about my masturbating habits, the whole time keeping my legs spread as his fingers idly slid in and out of my virgin hole, so they could witness the sticky wet mess I was making in my knickers as they talked about me.

They laughed and chatted about how Rob should have first dibs, as he'd put the work into me getting to know him and the lads. My nipples hardened, unharnessed without a bra under my dress, bullet-hard and responsive to the needs of those hungry teenage cocks. Rob, liking this idea, winked at the boys, and they got up to leave.

Leaving just Rob, me and the porno playing in the background, Rob silently slid his hand up between my legs and pulled my panties to one side again. He masterfully mounted me, his fly now undone and his trousers were pulled down enough to release his eager, hard, pre-cummy cock, which was poised and ready. He lowered himself onto me. His weight split my thighs open even wider; the sensation of having his weight controlling my body was foreign, along with his quickening breath in my ear. I relaxed my thighs and let him enter as I stared at the naked, busty slut taped onto Michael's ceiling above me.

He dunked the tip of his hard cock against the opening of my virginal pussy, sliding it all over my wet, sticky, pink inner labia. He pushed gently against my slightly resistant hole and called me all the dirty names I liked as he reminded me about the cocks I wanted to take. Getting wetter, my hole gave way as Rob slid gradually and slowly into the opening of my cunt.

He watched my reaction as I took the sting of taking my first ever cock, and he opened up my pussy to take him balls deep. Buried in there. My pussy responded willingly, very tightly and slowly accepting him as it pulsated and got wetter with each slow stroke of his probing cock. I felt very full.

After a few deep strokes, Rob slowed, grunted, and held himself in my pussy as he told me what a little slag I was becoming. That I'd service him and his friends. And then maybe they'd put my details in the phone boxes and set up a service to rent me out, with them making all the money. That I'd be the town slag then, not just the school slag. I loved hearing it. Life goals.

Then, with one last, long stroke, Rob plunged his twitching cock balls deep into me, and groaned long and hard as his cock shot an orgasm into my newly fucked pussy. I felt twitching in places I'd never felt before. It was over in less than a minute.

Rob rolled off and pulled his pants up. He got off the bed, wiped his hands in my hair, kissed me and told me what a good girl I was for him. It made me feel like a delicious, dirty little slut, being used for a few minutes in my boyfriend's friend's bedroom as we all watched porn together. What a first time.

Rob left to go downstairs to meet the others, and I readjusted my panties. As I was doing so, Michael came into the room. It was his bed I was sitting on. Michael was 19 and he had a few girlfriends. He silently walked over to me and began kissing me. His hands groped my unrestrained tits under my dress as he said he had always wanted to fuck a freshly used slag like me. Though I felt surprised, I couldn't help but respond to his touch.

I love the feel of my tits being groped and he played with them for a few minutes as we kissed deeply on the edge of his bed. Rob's cum started to ooze out of my pussy and into my panties. Michael pulled his jogging bottoms down to reveal his hard, throbbing cock. He told me not to touch it as his fingers slid circles over the wet patch in my panties whilst we kissed. No words, just heavy breathing and him groaning a lot every time he touched my tits or rubbed the gusset of my panties, my full and puffy lips loving every stroke. Horny because of his touch, my hand reached down and pulled the material of my underwear to one side, revealing my freshly fucked, very pink, cummy glistening wet pussy, framed by thighs in black lace stockings.

Michael took a long look, his fingers parted my pussy lips and he moved closer so he could see better. He groaned with desire as his hard cock dripped pre-cum. I ran my fingers over my cummy swollen lips, slid them down my pussy and spread my lips again for him, to reveal the opening of my pink, juicy hole. I asked Michael to slide a finger inside, as I reached for his hard, proud cock.

Panting hard and breaking a sweat, Michael obeyed. His eyes widened when he had to wiggle his finger to fit it inside a pussy that was a virgin only moments before. As my fingers closed around his stiffness and lightly worked the head of his dick, he unexpectedly came hard, fast, thick and warm all over my hand.

His breath heaved, and he gave himself a moment to recover before pulling his joggers back up. He got up, stroked my hair and told me that was two cocks I'd serviced within the hour that day, which was good progress for a slut like me.

Not long after I'd made both Rob and Michael cum, they dropped me home and I relived every slutty moment of my new experiences that night, masturbating several times in my bed. I couldn't wait for the next time.