Chapter 2: Training the Tramp
When I ended the first part of this story, I'd just been forced to have sex with Dave and two of his buddies. After warning me how much trouble I'd be in if I told anyone, he'd sent me on my way home. In my naivety, I believed him, but I'm not sure if that is why I didn't tell anyone what had happened to me. Now I, of course, know that if you stack-up all my wrongdoings, like skipping school, talking to strangers, going into a stranger's house, and drinking alcohol, then the total weight of guilt would weigh in ounces, compared to the wrongdoings of Dave and his buddies. His encouraging me to skip school, enticing me into his house, plying me with alcohol, and then gang raping me, would weigh in tons comparatively. This is the lesson that should be taken away by any underage girl who reads this story, and is unfortunate enough to get herself into a similar predicament.
But having said all that, it is difficult for me to say that in all honesty and even if I'd been aware at the time, I'd have done things differently. I know I should, but sex is a very strong drug.
So back to my situation.
He kissed me again and moaned, "Such a good girl." He patted my bottom. "Now scoot."
One thing I didn't mention in part one, was that when I'd had my bath, and was getting dressed, I couldn't find my panties. When I asked Dave, he said Steve had taken them as a trophy. I didn't quite understand what he meant, but all I knew was that I'd be going home with the wind blowing around my pussy. This made itself very apparent the moment I stepped out of the door. But as my school skirt was not that short, it came down to my knees, I couldn't see this would be a problem.
I hadn't thought about what had just happened to me, and as soon as the first person walked towards me, and gave me the nod of acknowledgment, like polite people do, I coloured-up bright red. It was as though they could somehow tell what I'd been doing. Did I look different now I wasn't a virgin? It was like I had a big plaque on my head, saying I'd been fucking all afternoon. It was the same with every person I saw on the way home.
Then, to my horror, I could feel something wet on my inner thighs, and it was slowly starting to make its way down my inside leg. I had no idea if it was my own juices, or the spunk from the three guys that was running back out of my pussy. What ever it was, I knew before long it would reach a point where it was visible to anyone that met me. I quickened my pace, and before long I was running. The shoes I was wearing were not really suitable for this kind of use, and a couple of times they slipped from my feet, causing me to trip. This should have been warning enough, but each time, I resumed my dash to get back home before the sticky trace was visible.
Then two doors from my own house, it happened. My shoe slipped and I tripped, flying headlong down the side walk and landing in a little flower border belonging to one of our neighbours. He was in his front garden, and immediately dashed to my assistance. He quite innocently put one arm behind my back, taking my weight, and his other hand went under the backs of my knees. Normally this would be the appropriate way to lift me, but his hand under my knees, obviously came into contact with what ever was running down my legs.
He quickly pulled his hand back out, leaving me on the ground, and examined his wet fingers, "Oh Patti, you've cut yourself. No, it's not blood." Then, as he looked curiously at his wet slimy fingers, he brought them up to his nose and took a sniff. His expression changed.
"What have you been up to?"
And without waiting for my reply, he pushed his hand back under my leg, and slid it up along the wet trail of cum, until his fingers slid into the valley at the top of my legs. There his fingers rested as they cupped the dripping wet lips of my pussy.
"You little tramp. You're just a school girl, but your little pussy is dripping wet with more cum than any one man could muster."
He pulled his hand out, and roughly pulled me to my feet with his other arm around my back.
"Well? What have you got to say for yourself?"
"I-I haven't been doing anything."
"Liar! Come-on I'm taking you to see your mom."
"Please no. Please I beg you, it wasn't my fault."
Just at that second my brother came into our own front garden, and as soon as he saw me, he shouted over to us.
"HEY PATTI. MOM'S BEEN WONDERING WHERE YOU'D GOT TO."
"Please let me go."
"Ok, young lady. But don't think that's an end to it. I'll be wanting a word with you, and if I don't get some good answers, you'll be in big trouble."
With that, he let go of me, and I ran straight to my house, not stopping, up to my room, where I soon got myself cleaned up, and got some panties on.
All through the meal I kept thinking my mom or brother would notice I was different, and say something, but the meal passed uneventfully. My dad was away from home. He was a truck driver. Otherwise, at some point in the evening, I'd have been sitting on his knee for a usual cuddle, and I'm sure he'd be able to tell I was different. But, as I say, things went without any problems, and soon I was getting myself tucked up in bed.
As soon as my eyes closed, I could see Dave lowering himself down onto me, and his massive dick pushed at my hole. I opened my legs to take him, and in he slid, and he began pumping hard up into my little pussy. Of course, he wasn't really there, so my fingers were doing their level best to substitute for him. I'd got myself spread wide open, and the fingers of one hand rammed deep inside me, while the other hand's fingers rubbed hard at my clit. I came with a flood of warm juice flowing through my fingers, and drifted off to sleep.
The next day was Saturday, so I told mom I was going to see a friend. Instead, of-course, I went to Dave's house. He opened the door, and a big smile came to his face. I was swiftly pulled inside and, as the door closed, he gave me a very passionate kiss, that lasted for an eternity. When he did let me peel my lips away, he said,
"Oh god baby girl! Am I glad you've come."
Then as he took my hand, and held it against the outside of his pants, I could feel his big hard erection.
"You can tell I need you."
I just blushed, but god was I flattered. No more than just flattered, the kiss had started to arouse me, but this convinced me I wanted him to fuck me again. I wasn't disappointed; he led me slowly to the bedroom, kissing me all the time. By the time we reached the bed, I'd undone his belt, and my hand was inside his pants. His magnificent dick was pulsing all warm and lovely in my hand.
I lay back on the bed, and gradually while kissing we slowly undressed each other. He eased me into the middle of the bed, and got his mouth down to my pussy. I opened willingly, and heaved hard as his tongue brought my pussy to a wonderful climax. As I lay there panting, he began to suck on my little nipples. This complemented the already heightened sense of arousal my body was experiencing.
Now I felt his weight as he lowed his hips into the valley of my open legs, and his dick touched the lips of my pussy. I heaved as hard as I could, forcing my pussy around his stiff shaft. He gave a thrust, taking it deep into my belly, where he then started to ram me violently. I hasten to add, it wasn't just him in a frenzy. I was giving as good as I got, and loving the wild experience. It did however end too soon for me to reach my climax, and I felt Dave bashing hard as he pumped his cum deep inside me. He slumped down like a dead weight, and lay motionless for what seemed like ages.
Then he lifted his head from my tits, "Fucking hell baby girl, you are the best fuck ever. Did you like that?"
"Oh yes Dave, you were wonderful. I love you Dave."
He pulled himself up and was sitting alongside me, "Course you do. You're my little tramp. And you want Dave's big dick. Don't you?"
"Oh yes Dave. I love it. Will you do me again?"
