Memoirs of a Naughty Girl -

The school principal and my teacher were excited about the new development, fully immersed in teaching Christine, Petra and Irene how to please men. The trio did not enjoy these sessions so much because those men were old, perverted and rather ugly. Fortunately, the gifts they obtained made them shut up and each girl had adopted the mindset of a true whore, serving their customers without being picky.

Sadly, no one took care of me, and I was left alone for my fingers and my neighbor who was rather barbaric and monotonous for my taste, so I had no other choice than to look elsewhere.

Even though I was very confident in my looks, surprisingly, the men kept running away from me. It could not be helped. As they like to say, I was barely legal, but my overall appearance made me younger. One man was horrified hearing my provocative questions and screamed that he would never fuck fifteen years old girl. Moron! He did not believe I was eighteen.

The only partial success was an encounter in the metro where some guy pressed himself on me, put his hand under my skirt and continued with one finger up, quite happy that I am not protesting. To my dismay, he missed the target, and instead of my labia he shoveled the point finger into my anus which I did not like very much, so I got off the wagon at the next station.

Having no clue where I had ended up, I looked around only to find out the city district was rather shabby, with cheap houses, some of them under repair. Three sweaty builders with strong bodies and good physique were working there, no other people to be seen.

Judging from their nasty looks, I realized they were the men who would never hesitate to fuck a girl, no matter her young looks. Any smart wench would leave the very moment, scared by their sly smiles, but I was too horny to use my brain. So, I approached them, talked to them and asked if they had anything to drink.

Their boss, about fifty years old, led me inside a small cabin where the tools were stored. Well, it was a very familiar scene as my neighbor did the same to me. But the boss was more cautious, and once inside, he grabbed me, tightened my hands up and inserted a dirty smelly rag inside my mouth to prevent me from screaming. The rag was so disgusting that I almost vomited.

But they still were not satisfied, so one started slapping my face, in a low tone warning me to be obedient. When he saw me nodding vigorously, he removed the rag and asked: "Will you be a good bitch?" I nodded. "You know what a good bitches do, right?" I nodded once more, and the smelly rag was removed and thrown away.

Only now I should realize that I called my rowdy neighbor barbaric without substance. These three builders were perhaps more gifted when it came to imagination, but by no means they wanted to spare me or be gentle to a young girl. Treating me more than rudely, they pulled over my t-shirt, slapped my tits hardly until they heard me cry -- only then they proceed between my legs.

"The bitch likes it," said their boss when he found out I was wet. "Well, not my intention anyways. The whores should not enjoy themselves." And with no warning, he pushed the handle of a mason's hammer between my soft labia, making me cry even more. This uncanny foreplay served two main purposes: to scare me and to make their cocks hard.

And sure enough, three huge rods raised proudly into heavens, ready to go. One inserted in my mouth, second in my pussy and the third waiting in my hand. To their astonishment, not only did I not fight back, but I also worked my ass up and down with obvious gusto. They became less vigilant but kept watching me as if I had been plotting to run away.

Suddenly, the boss, who were drilling my sore cunt, let out a shriek and hurried up toward my busy face. He pushed away the man between my lips replacing his cock with his own, not concerned that the shaft in question was slimy from my juices.

For the first time, I tasted the flavor of my pussy and for the first time I was forced to swallow the huge load of semen. The boss ordered me to open my lips and inspected whether every drop had been swallowed or not. Then, he let the other two continue with their business.

The harsh lesson lasted for hours, and I was bruised and irritated over all my body, especially between my thighs, so I could only walk like a duck, rocking from side to side. They kindly agreed to ride me back home, only I needed to give one a blowjob as a goodbye gift. After that with my tongue covered in cum, I was thrown out of the car and realized that my panties and bra got stolen and kept as souvenirs.

Nevertheless, the worst part came the next day when my father called me and announced that my friends appeared to pick me up. "What friends?" I asked. To my astonishment, the three builders not only remembered my address, but convinced my father to let me go. What a lousy pretext they used, I had no idea, but it worked because my usually strict father did not seem perturbed at all. He might have been thinking that three adult men meant no threat or whatever. Usually, he was only wary of young boys.

I did not want to go, of course. But on the other hand, shooing away such diligent workers seemed like a pity, so I agreed in the end. Just to make things simpler for my tired me, I called for help. Mio, my reluctant Baroness, was available, so I suggested taking her with us.