My mother had me when she was fourteen so I was pretty much raised by my grandmother. When I got to puberty I started to get all these restrictions put on me and stories about how my mother ruined her life by getting made pregnant by this traveling handy man. According to the story my mother was an innocent little lamb and this awful man grabbed her and made her get naked for him and then he proceeded to give her what for and lay his nasty seed in her innocent garden.

Well I asked my mother about that and the story she says is not quite like that. According to my mother she liked to get naked and stand by her window. The handy man that was working next door would look up at her and she would stand there naked and make motions for him to show her his dick. One day he did and she showed him with motions where he could put his dick, which was right inside my mother. That is how she got pregnant. Quite a different story to the innocent little angel that my grandmother painted her to be.

Anyway, after my mother told me that story, she told me that I should get on the pill just in case some guy fell on me and stuck his dick in me. So at fourteen my mother took me to the doctor and got me the pill, the excuse of the day was that it would help me regulate my periods.

So with the pill, I had taken it for about three months by then, I met the guy who would end up popping me and giving me what for. He wasn't the passing through handy man that is my father (I guess he is still alive somewhere), he was the new bus driver. He was a retired man who got bored and went to driving school buses. I noticed that when I got on the bus he would look at me, look at my chest and if I had pants on he would look at my crotch.

So one day, I was the only one at the bus stop that day because the other girl that rode the bus with me was sick, I made sure that I was showing a good amount of cleavage, and when I got on a pulled myself onto the bus I put my shoulders together so he could get a good look down my blouse. And while he looked down my blouse I made a point of getting a good long look at his bulge in his pants. I made sure he noticed because I asked him if he always wore the same tan pants when he drove the bus.

After that I sat up close to him and would talk to him, every chance I got I would wear sheer blouses or real tight pants, and I would stand at the top of the stairs in front of him and talk to him. But in spite of all the flirting I couldn't find a way of being alone with him. By then I was very intent of getting myself popped by him. I dreamt about it and made up scenarios where he would find me at the mall, or pick me up from church and take me to the bus barn and just give it to me.

It was about then that I found this little kid bat made out of wood at the department store. It only costs $12 bucks, so I bought it and took it home. The purpose was only one, I knew that with a little work I could get that bat in me as far as it would go. I was by then fed up with using pens and markers, even the one time I did take a banana upstairs, I just couldn't stick inside of me. Although I wanted to, it just felt kind of sick.

But the bat was perfect, it was long and rounded at the base, thick and with the right amount of work I was able to get it in until it didn't go in any further. I worked it first laying on my back, using both hands, but I couldn't really get it to slide in, so I turned over and tried inserting it in from behind, but I couldn't get the right leverage, so I did what I should have done from the beginning, I squatted over it, put the handle end down on the bed, and slowly just sat my self down on the bat and worked in until it just wouldn't go in any further. Then with the bat inside of me, I got down on my knees and put my ass up against the wall behind my bed and used it to hold the end of the bat and fucked myself with the bat. While I was fucking myself I thought about the bus driver and how he was going to fuck me, but until he did I had the bat to keep me happy.

Well to get back to the bus driver, the man who would give me what for and pop my cherry, I ran into him at grocery store and I got real close with him and talked to him and asked him if he liked my shirt as I pushed my shoulders back. This is where I got bold, because we were in the back of the store where the restrooms were, and I just grabbed his pants and his dick and didn't let go and asked him if he liked that, because I liked that. I told him I just had to see what it was like, that I had only seen a small boys, but I wanted to see his.

So we went back into the storage room, and he was nervous and not so sure that he should be there, but I worked fast and undid his zipper and pulled out his dick and just admired it. I asked him how many pussies he had fucked with that dick, and he said a few, and I said I bet more than a few, and leaned down and put his dick right in my mouth and gave it the biggest suck that I could muster. I'm not saying that I wasn't scared, I was, but I wanted to get fucked so bad, that I sucked on him, and got down on my knees and sucked on him until he had a boner so hard he could have drilled right through my pants.

That's when I stood up, pulled my pants down and leaned on this shelf and told him to fuck me, that I fucked myself with a kid's bat and that he could get it all inside me. That is how it happened that he gave me what for and popped my cherry. It took several more months before he got up the nerve to pop me again. But after that, he popped me steady, and I found that I wasn't using the bat.

As for my mother, I told her I was sexually active and she told me to use condom because of vd, I just didn't tell her who was fucking me. We never used a condom.

My grandmother kept believing that like my mother I was little innocent saint. I think if she ever found out that I was getting fucked by the bus driver she would have died. But because my mother knew I was going to a regular little slut when it came to fucking, she got me on the pill an I didn't end up having a kid when I was in high school.

I am now in a totally physical relationship with another man, he is tall and has gray hair and calls me all the time to meet up with me. I don't really know if he likes fucking me more than I liked getting fucked by him. But either way we fuck a lot.

So that's my story. Oh and yes I still do have my bat, I keep it in my drawer in my dresser. For the memories.