I make no apologies for saying that I knew I was a slut as soon as I felt my first bare cock touch my pussy lips, the foreskin roll back as it entered my cunt then the sheer delight as I felt his veined cock against the walls of my cunt. I cannot begin to describe how wonderful it felt to have real skin moving within me rather than the usual horrid, lubricated rubber. I watched his pleasure building, his thrusting more energetic as he approached his climax. He thrust deep and stopped, his eyes closed, head went back and hips gave one final thrust forward. I felt it! I FELT IT!!! His spunk pumped into my cunt and I felt it inside me. That made me cum with him. By that time I had had quite a few cocks and already knew that I liked no, loved it but now I realised that I couldn't have too much bare cock and loads of spunk. That first load I tried to keep inside me for as long as possible. Trying to squeeze my muscles so as to hold it as long as possible. When it finally escaped it made my knickers so wet that it overflowed and started to run down my inner thighs. Heaven! No more horrid rubbers for me I decided. Bare cock pumping real spunk into my cunt in future. Were all cocks the same? Did it feel great every time? I decided to find out, Long cocks, short cocks, fat, thin, straight, bent and curved cocks I tried them all. Yes, they all felt good, very fucking good and as long as I ended up with a cunt full of spunk I was happy to fuck anybody. I used to go dancing on a Saturday night. I never went with anybody but always got taken home by some guy or other and fucked on the way. I liked Saturday nights. Always a new cock and new spunk in my knickers and down my legs. One night a guy, older than the usual guys that went dancing, just took hold of my wrist and told me to get my coat. It wasn't unusual, word had probably got around that I was a good fuck. I got my coat and he drove us out into the country. It was a warm summer evening, not quite dark. He led me down a footpath about 100 yards, stopped and told me to strip. I got naked. 'Get my cock out!' he instructed. I'd never actually had to get a guys cock out. Usually they got their own cocks out, pushed me up against a wall, tree or car door and just pushed it in and fucked me. When I had his cock in my hand he told me to stroke it and make him very hard. He was already as hard as most that fucked me so I was looking forward to very hard. I stroked and felt it grow quite quickly. When it looked as if it would burst he grabbed my hair and pulled my face towards his cock telling me to open my mouth. He pushed his cock in and started to fuck my face, pulling my head backwards and forwards by my hair. I could feel his cock head and all the little ripples of the veins on his cock going between my lips just like I usually felt with bare cock moving between my pussy lips. He stopped fucking my mouth, stood quite still and took his cock back a little from right down my throat. I knew he was going to spunk into my mouth. He didn't need to make me suck his cock now, I was doing it myself. I wanted his spunk in my mouth. Would it feel as good as it did pumping into my cunt? He spurted and I tried to keep as much in my mouth as I could, not swallowing until I had it all. When he was done I looked up at him and opened my mouth to show him his spunk. He called me a slut and told me to make him hard again as he was going to fuck me. Still with my mouth full of his spunk I took his cock into it again, licking and sucking and stroking for all I was worth. I wanted to be fucked by this guy ASAP. I removed his trousers and pants and when he was ready I laid down on the path while he fucked my cunt and filled that with his spunk. When he was done he told me to clean him up and make him hard again so he could fuck me again. He fucked me and I sucked him until my cunt was so sore that I could take no more, maybe. I was full of spunk and it was all over my naked body. He took me home about 3am and told me to be ready for more when he collected me a 3 that afternoon. I was ready. We fucked as often as possible with me always cleaning him up and making him hard for another fuck. For a few months I was happy with just the one cock fucking both cunt and face. My next cock was older and wiser. He didn't just want my cunt he wanted my mouth. He didn't ask, just grabbed my hair and pushed my face towards his cock head. I opened my mouth without hesitation and he also fucked my face. He didn't ask if he could spunk in my mouth either, just held my hair tighter with his cock halfway in my mouth and shot his load. Again I tried not to swallow it all straight away and when he took his cock out I looked up at him, opened my mouth so he could see what a good girl I was, I swallowed and licked my lips. Delicious. Now I had two guys fucking me, cunt and mouth, and I was available whenever they wanted me. Even if I had to dash between them at weekends. Of course they soon found out I was fucking somebody else and just fucked me harder until one day they both saw me in town. From then and for about 6 months they fucked me together more often than not. What a lucky slut I was. Despite all this fucking I was studying hard. I already had enough decent A's to get into Uni but wanted better grades so that the Uni of my choice would have me. You will probably be surprised but I was actually working very hard. One day I stopped at the local coffee shop. It was busy and I had to perch on a stall at a little two person table, the other stool being occupied by, what looked like, an elderly man. I asked if anybody was sitting there and he looked up and smiled. 'I know that face' I thought as I perched opposite him and he looked directly at me. 'Muriel?' he asked and I studied him, trying to place him. 'Mr. Wright?' I asked. 'you remember me?' to which he replied, 'I always remember the very pretty ones like you.' 'Silver tongued smoothie!' I told him and laughed to show I wasn't upset at all. Mr. Wright was head of 6th form when I was in the forth year of school. Just about every girl in the school swooned whenever they saw him. We all aimed to get into the 6th form. He left, suddenly, and we were told he had taken early retirement. 6th form wasn't as attractive after that but I still went there. Mr. Wright nodded. 'Have you any idea how many broken hearted girls you left behind when you just disappeared?' I demanded, 'including me!' He just smiled and told me that there are certain responsibilities and rules that must be observed when in positions of authority. He looked sad. We chatted about the 'old days' and what I was doing now. I told him I was working hard to get better A's so I could go to my Uni of choice. It turned out to be his Alma mater and he offered to coach me for my exams. I accepted! He was still very dishy and he had retired and was no longer a teacher. I presented myself at his house at seven the following evening. He had done lots of preparation and worked me hard for an hour and a half, giving me stuff to read and homework to prepare for the next session. I asked him how much I owed him and he said 'nothing, it is just a pleasure to teach a pretty girl again.' I tried to argue but he refused so I asked why, if he enjoyed teaching pretty girls, had he left all of us girls with broken hearts. He chuckled. 'that was the problem,' he said, 'unfortunately a few of the older girls were not content to worship from afar and they were, like you, very beautiful. I was finding it harder and harder to remain distant. I had to leave. I had no other choice. Position of responsibility, you understand?' We drove him away! I thought to myself, how ironic. 'There is no position of responsibility now, is there?' I asked leaning towards him and resting my hand on his leg. He had a beautiful smile. 'None whatsoever,' he said slipping his arm around my shoulders, 'as long as we are both consenting adults?' I slid my hand up his leg to his crotch, resting my fingers on his cock. 'I'm a consenting adult. Are you?' He agreed that he was as I unzipped his fly, unbuttoned his trousers and slipped my hand inside. He helped me remove his trousers and pants and I put my head into his lap and his cock into my mouth. An educated cock, my first. After a while intelligent spunk filled my mouth. It didn't taste any different but to me it was nectar of the Gods. 'When can I cum again?' I asked.