Before this week I was a virgin. I am a seventeen year old girl (and the age of consent where I live is 16, so we're in the clear) and would watch porn on my laptop and finger myself every night. It felt good. Still, I had this aching for a big, throbbing cock inside of me, and it's not as if my fingers or anything else I could shove inside my tight, wet holes were any substitute. I work out a lot, it probably sounds weird but when I touch myself I like feeling how toned and tight my body is, I do a lot of yoga and pilates and it's good to know it pays off. I think it's because I work out so much that boys my age are really into me (though not 'in to me' ;)) and I've always thought it would be so easy to get sex from them, I know they want it so it would take next to no convincing. But boys my age are no fun! Whenever I am touching myself or watching porn or thinking about sex, I'm always imagining a man much older than myself. Like a 20 to 30 year age gap. Not only is experience sexy, but the idea of an older man, with an older man's body, and the whole idea of dominance is an extreme turn-on. So anyway, I was like, really, really, horny Saturday last week, and I was thinking about finally just losing my virginity to one of the guys I know (who apparently has quite a long, thick cock according to some of the girls at school) and I know he gets around a lot and so there wouldn't be much emotional crap to deal with, it would be just in and out, so to say. (Or hopefully in and out and in and out a few more times!) But then I was thinking about it more, and was sort of like, if it's that easy to make a teenage boy want me, how hard can it be to make a grown man want me? My father's friends are already a little handsy, not that I'd want to go there, but there is a point to be made there. So, I decided, that on Monday I was going to get fucked, I just didn't know how I was going to go about it. Turns out it wasn't that hard. I dressed up in the tallest heels I have, the shortest skirt, and the tightest top (which is also super low cut) and I went into town. There was this guy and he followed me for a few blocks, and I hadn't seen him yet, I just knew he was there. So at one point, I walked into an alley, and then I just sort of leaned against the wall waiting for him to come, and he did. (Multiple times!) He spoke dirty to me for a little while, and then he stuck his hand up between my legs and felt how wet I was, because I wasn't wearing panties, he told me I had a tight little hole and I asked him if he was going to do anything about it, and he shoved 2 fingers deep inside my pussy. I moaned really loud and I guess he was embarrassed or something because he clapped his hand over my mouth. When I stopped, he took his hand away, and he asked if I'd ever had any cock in my wet teen pussy. He said by the way I was dressed he'd have thought I'd had plenty, but by the way I moaned and came over his fingers and how tight I was, he couldn't be so sure. I just asked him simply if he'd be my first, and he fucked me right there in the alley. He kept his hand tight across my mouth for the majority of the time, and it really hurt when he went in the whole way and especially because he fucked me so hard. I think I cried a little bit, and he kissed my forehead, but then he slapped me hard across the face and told me I had ought to be grateful and I told him thank you. I have a few bruises still from where he threw me up against the brick wall, and my pussy aches, but my pussy still gets really wet when I think about him. He gave me his number in case I ever wanted to fuck him again, and it's still in my wallet, because I think there was something addictive about the way he used me. After that, my legs were really quivery, and he just left me in the alley and walked away, so I went home and felt around my newly deflowered pussy. On the Tuesday, I figured I'd try it again. I was fucked 3 times, once in the bathroom at a gas station by this man who told me to call him daddy and made me beg for his cum, he was sort of really soft at first and I had to convince him to be rougher and then he grabbed me by the hair and forced me to give him oral. Once by a guy who rode a motorcycle, I asked him about his bike and then after we talked for a bit he told me I looked like "a damn slut" and I told him that he didn't know the half of it, and he let me ride on the back of his bike to his apartment where he fucked me first in my cunt and then in my ass (which really hurt!) he also gave me his number in case I wanted to come by again. The third time was really unplanned, I'd gone out for dinner with my parents, and there was this man at the table opposite ours, and he kept looking at my breasts, which were basically spilling out the top of my dress. He was with a girl but didn't seem interested, and they weren't wearing rings. Half way through dinner he went to the bathroom, and I've been to this place a million times, there is this long hallway that goes to a bigger space with a bunch of couches and things, and then the mens is on the left and the ladies on the right. So I excused myself and followed him into the room with all the couches. He might have been waiting for me, I'm not sure. I told him, off, and said it was rude to stare at a woman's chest. He told me I wasn't a woman. Yet. But that it was hard not to stare. After that I kissed him, and he kissed back, and hiked my dress up a little to feel my ass, which was bare again due to the completely undesirable idea of wearing panties (and not being able to feel my cunt under the table at dinner, which is so good just because it is SO wrong) and then I felt his cock hardening through his pants and we were standing so close that the feeling of it just made me instantly sopping wet. I whispered in his ear that I wanted him, and I told him I was really wet thinking about his cock, which I could now feel throbbing through his trousers. I don't know if he didn't believe me or what, but he said he had to feel for himself, and after commenting on again how lovely and tight my cunt was, he fucked me with his fingers, and then with his big, hard, cock. I think someone might have walked in at some point, and stopped for a minute before carrying on, but I didn't see their face. It was over fairly quickly with him though and he said he had to get back to dinner, and that the woman was his sister. He asked how old I was and I told him 17. He said it was lucky he'd moved here, because if we were still where he used to live (and the name of the place has slipped my mind) he could be thrown in jail for fucking me. Anyway, if I share the details of every good fucking I've had this week the post would be too long! But the rest of the week was very much the same, I think I might be getting a reputation, but I don't even mind. If more men know that I'm hot and eager to fuck, maybe I'll be satisfied more often. Fucking strangers is so erotic, I'm slightly annoyed with myself for not thinking of it sooner.