The Education
of a Slut
a novella
Valerie Gray
A Black Top Hat eBook
Smashwords Edition
2012
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy.
Originally published in paperback by Ophelia Press, 2010.
This edition has been significantly revised, with 8,000 words deleted for a leaner, better narrative.
Copyright © 2010, 2012 by Valerie Grey
All rights reserved
Cover photo by Apache Pix, used with permission
PART ONE
FIRST TEACHER: UNCLE JAKE
Chapter
One
You are my Master.
I am your slut.
I
was just about to turn twenty when I first met you.
You see, my
Master, I had just lost my virginity, at age eighteen. It had been
slightly traumatic, not because I lost it, had pain, bled or
regretted it. No. The trauma was that I lost it to my uncle, my
stepfather’s twin brother. My stepfather is Harold, and my
step-uncle is Jake. They were both forty-five.
Uncle Jake and I had always been quite close, but since I had started ‘blossoming’ we had become a whole lot closer…
I will tell you, now, how my cherry was popped…
***
We
had been at a holiday party in the city, and mom, stepdad and I were
staying at Uncle Jake’s country house. Mom and stepdad went off
with some friends and Uncle Jake was more than happy to drive me to
his home.
We walked across the grounds of his house; Uncle Jake
slid his arm round me, his hand rested on the swell of my hip, almost
on my bum: a bit unusual I thought, but it didn’t worry or concern
me.
I was wearing jeans and a thin silky top with lace on it. It
had spaghetti straps, one of which kept falling down. I thought I
looked really cool and sexy.
‘Would you like me to make a
coffee or something?’ I asked when we were inside his house.
‘Well I would like something like
that,’ he said with a
devious tone.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Depends what you
have to offer,’ he said.
I
didn’t get it.
I said, ‘I’ll make the coffee or tea or, do
you mean a real
drink?’
He said, ‘Yes.’
‘So a drink, what can I get
you?’ I asked as we stood in the kitchen looking at each other.
‘If that’s all you have to offer, Allison,’ Uncle Jake said
with a big smile, ‘then I’ll have a beer.’
Although we
often laughed and joked like this, Uncle Jake appeared to be more
serious than usual and, I thought, some of his remarks
uncomfortable.
I went to the fridge and got him a beer. I walked
over to where he was leaning back against the work surface taking the
top off as I did. He didn’t move. I went closer. He held his hand
out, but only a little way, so I had to go even closer.
He
took the bottle with one hand and dropped the other onto my hip.
‘Allison, you look absolutely fantastic today,’ he said
softly.
‘Do I, Uncle Jake?’ I replied, a little surprised at
both him saying that and the way it made me feel, especially his hand
on my hip.
‘Good enough to eat,’ he said.
‘Aren’t I
always?’ I flirted back.
‘Such a sassy young woman,’ he said.
Uncle Jake’s hand applying slightly more pressure to my hip.
I
moved a little closer.
‘Thing is, I just don’t know,’ he
said.
‘Don’t know what?’ I asked.
‘Whether you are a
true young woman,’ he said, adding. ‘Yet?
Are you’
I got what he meant.
I
said, ‘Well no. If you mean what I think you mean.’
He
pulled me closer. Where he was leaning back, his stomach, thighs and,
of course, his cock was sticking out. My pubic mound inside my jeans
was almost touching his very obvious bulge.
That
excited me.
‘So little
Allison is still a virgin is she?’
Uncle Jake pulled me that
tad nearer so I was now touching him. My mound was just touching his
bulge, not squashed or pressed together, but definitely touching.
It
was a nice feeling.
‘Yes,’ I whispered as I felt his hand go round my waist.
‘And
does Allison want to stay
a virgin?’
‘I don’t know,’ I whispered, feeling his hand
pressing right on my bra strap, moving me closer, making the contact
between us even firmer.
My
tummy was now against his bulge, my chest just a little way from his
and my face close to his.
He said, ‘A girl or a woman,
Allison.’
‘I know,’ I sort of whimpered as the pressure
mounted on my back, bending me forward from the waist.
Our
tummies were pressing together, my breasts were just touching his
chest, and my face was alongside his, his mouth was by my ear.
‘A
child, Allison, a little girl or, a grown woman. What do you want to
be,’ he breathed into my ear.
‘Oh Uncle Jake you know what I
want,’ I moaned as he pulled me, almost roughly, against him,
crushing my breasts against his chest and squashing his hard bulge
into my stomach.
‘Do you want me to help,
Allison?’
‘I don’t know. How do you mean?’
‘Help
you become a woman?’ he said as he ran his hands up and down my
back and further onto the swell of my butt cheeks. ‘Help you stop
being a little girl Allison?’ he asked as his hands gripped the
cheeks of my skinny rear end.
‘How? What? What do you mean?’
I stammered as my mound was crushed against his erection.
He
had somehow wiggled his body so that his erection was released from
the restrictions of his boxers; so that his cock was rearing straight
up his belly, so that his hardness was pressed firmly into the
softness of my tummy, so that the base of his cock was wedged firmly
against the end of my vagina and so that his cock was firmly against
my clit.
He moved his body a little so that he sort of started to
dry fuck me.
I became putty in his hands.
He
held my chin with his thumb and forefinger, turned my face so that we
were just inches apart, our eyes locked and our mouths were just
inches apart.
‘I mean, Allison, do you want me to help you
become a woman?’
I thought this seemed the perfect time, even
if it was weird and with my uncle, but he was a man and knew what to
do, better than some boy who didn’t.
Uncle Jake: cherry
popper.
‘Yes, I do,’ I said just before his mouth closed
round mine and he kissed me so wonderfully.
I was torn. I had the
most enormous conflicts. It was my
uncle who was propositioning
me, who was offering me sex, who was suggesting he turn me into a
woman, remove my virginity. And yes, it was my stepfather’s twin
brother who was asking to fuck me.
‘A little girl or, a woman,
Ally?’ he whispered pulling my body fully against his and slipping
his tongue into my ear.
I was so turned on, emotionally excited
and physically aroused.
‘Ally?’ he persisted.
‘Oh,
Uncle Jake,’ I groaned, squirming my wanting body against him.
His
chest was broad and firm, his arms around me strong and tight and, of
course, his erection was hard and seemed enormous. How would that
thing ever fit into me?
‘What is it to be, baby?’ he said,
licking my ear, stroking my back and squeezing a cheek of my bum.
I felt bold. I knew what I wanted, what should happen, what was
needed.
‘Make me a woman,’ I moaned just before he slid his
hand between us and cupped my breast. ‘Fuck me,’ I told him. I
wanted to say, real nasty: Pop
my cherry, you bastard!
***
My
deflowering was beautiful and disgusting, exciting and scary,
wonderful and daunting, satisfying and concerning, but in most ways,
it was simply fucking amazing.
Once I had said ‘Fuck me,’ a number of inevitable matters ensued
. . .
He kissed me on the mouth; he opened his lips and pushed
his tongue into my mouth. That was fine, I enjoyed making out and was
good and experienced at it. I had been making out with boys for over
a year now—at school, at the park, in the closet at parties. Some
of them wanted to fuck but I said no; I let them touch my chest and
legs but that was it.
I responded by opening my mouth and,
tentatively at first as I didn’t want to make mistakes and have him
think what a kid I am, pushing my tongue against his.
It
was nice.
His hand found my breast, or what little mounds I had
sprouting. He fondled it so much more assertively than the boys I had
been kissing. He didn’t hesitate either, like they had. No,
directly I was kissing him back he cupped my tiny breast, found my
nipple and pinched that, quite hard. He handled my breasts as if it
was his right, not by ‘invitation only’ from me.
I
liked the way he took control.
He slipped his hand inside my top,
stroked my breasts through my bra and slid his fingers inside it,
right on to my bare tit, right on my naked, hardened nipple.
It
really was lovely.
He grasped the cheeks of my butt, squeezed
them and pulled on them forcing my mound and tummy against his
erection, which he pumped up and down a bit.
I
squirmed against it; the feelings were so wonderful.
He slipped
the spaghetti straps off my shoulders, pulled the flimsy top down
around my waist and played with my tiny tits.
He whispered, ‘I
love how small and hot they are.’
He put his hands on my
shoulders, pushed me away a little and looked at me. No one had ever
done that before, simply stared at my bare boobs. His gaze seemed to
burn into my breasts, which felt so hot and heavy and tingly.
‘Beautiful, just beautiful,
Allison…I will be so good to you…I
will be so gentle for you.’
He kissed my breasts, he licked them, took the nipples one by one
into his mouth and sucked and chewed them.
I was moaning and
groaning, sighing and grunting as each new and powerful sensation hit
me. It kept going through my head that I was going to lose my
virginity, be deflowered and lose my cherry.
I
couldn’t help thinking, my uncle is going to fuck me and make me a
woman.
I had read about such things, saw it in movies, but I had
never been lifted up and carried to bed. But that’s exactly what
Uncle Jake did. Putting one arm round my shoulders and the other
round my legs under my knees, he carried me, bare breasted, our
mouths clamped together up the stairs.
He gently laid me on the
double bed, in what I took to be his and his bedroom.
I
had never been upstairs in his house before.
He laid me right in
the middle and stared at me.
‘You
are gorgeous,’ he said.
Still staring at me he undid his shirt and peeled it off. A little
gasp escaped from my mouth when I saw his upper body nakedness and
his great physique. He may have had the same face as my stepfather,
but his body was more toned.
Still holding my gaze, his fingers
went to his belt. And then in a display of sexual confidence the like
of which I had only read about in romance novels, he undid his belt,
slid his zip down and pushed his trousers, pants and socks off all in
one go. He stood before me naked.
A longer gasp, more like a
moan slipped out of my lips at seeing him standing there, completely
nude, hugely erect and ready to have me.
‘Oh gawd,’ I
groaned, partly at how wonderful he looked, partly at how big he was,
partly at what was about to happen, but mainly at his confidence and
assurance. I had no idea that men could be as comfortable with their
aroused nudity as he was.
He smiled.
‘You like, Allison?’
I nodded; I don’t think I could have formed words so excited had I
become.
His fingers ran up the length of his erection, which
itself reached his naval.
I
had seen the occasional penis online and in magazines, but never for
real.
‘You like this, Allison?’ he asked, holding it in his
hands as if about to masturbate. ‘Is that what you want, my dear?
Is that what you want to make you a woman?’
He
kneeled by the bed, by me.
His leg just above the knee pressed
against my bare side, just above my waist. I could smell him; a
combination of aftershave and male muskiness. I could feel his hard,
coarse, hairy leg on my skin. I thought I could also feel his warmth,
the heat streaming from his erection that was level with my face and
just inches away.
‘Let’s get these off,’ he said, undoing
the button on my jeans and sliding the zip down. He pulled on the
waist band and I lifted my bum to help him. I was surprised when he
left my panties on, saying. ‘I think we’ll leave that little
beauty right there for a while.’ I was wearing a pale blue and lacy
pair of panties; it was tiny and barely hid my almost hairless
vagina. I had just the hint of blonde hair.
‘Do this,’ he
said. He took my hand and pushed it downwards, between us and onto
him. ‘Touch me, feel me, stroke me,’ he said.
I had no
alternative, even if I had wanted one, which I didn’t. I wanted to
feel him, touch him, stroke him and rub him. Yes, I wanted to hold my
uncle’s cock in my hand. In fact I wanted my dad’s brother’s
cock right up me, now!
And that is exactly where he put it just
moments later.
‘I’m not on the pill or anything,’ I blurted
out as he pulled me against him, kissed me and caressed my boobs.
‘That’s all right, my lovely,’ he smiled brushing my hair away
from my eyes. ‘I won’t come inside you. I won’t give you a
baby. That’d be hard to explain.’
‘I
want you,’ I moaned.
‘Take your panties off...’
This
was so different from what I had thought it would be like; I had
imagined a fumbling fuck, possibly in a car, with a young bloke who
knew little more than me about what we were doing…not this
confident, assured, quite dominating, but incredibly arousing
display: but then I guess and have learned since, that’s what you
get with older men.
‘Open your legs, Allison,’ he whispered,
slithering himself downwards.
It was just moments from then until
I felt the tip of his cock against the opened lips of my vagina.
‘Keep your legs open until I am well inside you,’ he instructed.
‘That way you won’t feel any pain.
It wasn’t easy.
It took nearly twenty minutes before he was able to get the head inside me. He pushed gently but it did hurt. He fingered me for a few minutes, opening me up, making me sopping wet.
I was impatient. ‘Just do it.’
‘I don’t want to hurt you, Allison.’
I replied, ‘It always hurts the first time, right? Let it hurt.’
He tried.
I was in tears, in pain.
‘Do you want me to stop?’ he asked.
‘Make me a woman!’ I cried.
‘Just
relax, baby.’
I did, and he got the head in.
I
felt stretched.
‘Okay?’ he said.
‘Yes, yes, it’s
fine,’ I gasped, amazed at the feeling of being filled up. It was
quite different to what I had imagined. I realized then, as Uncle
Jake lay there still, his rigid cock embedded deep me where the
expression ‘being stuffed’ came from. I had thought something to
do with turkeys or chickens. Now I knew.
‘You sure, Ally, no
pain or anything?’ he asked, kissing me.
‘No,’ I said, even
though there was pain.
‘Okay…let’s
make you a real woman,’ he
sort of growled as he started to pump up and down.
Now he was inside me, deep inside me, and I felt a gush of warm fluid that I didn’t know was blood but felt good anyway.
I looked up at him, his face: I could have been getting fucked by my stepfather.
He moved faster, and he came.
He didn’t pull out. He came inside me, his hot semen inside me.
‘I’m
sorry, I forgot,’ he said.
Did I have an orgasm? No. But an
hour or so later, after he had massaged me, played with me, kissed my
tits and sucked my nipples. I did.
But it was all so gross, in a way, all the fluids. The bedsheets were soaked in blood and my vagina juice. Then his semen started to leak out of me. When I went to the bathroom, a flood of blood and sperm spilled out in the bowl.
‘Beautiful,’ Uncle Jake said.
I looked up, startled, scared.
Embarrassed.
He leaned down and kissed me on the mouth.
‘You’re a woman now,’ he said.
He touched me between the legs. He brought his hand up and there was blood on his fingers.
He licked the blood off.
‘You are a woman now,’ he said, ‘but there is still so much to educate you, Allison.’
I wanted to learn.
Chapter
Two
Uncle Jake: ‘I’ll pick you up after school on Monday and we can
go for a drive for a couple of hours,’ as he dressed and I went to
one of the guest bedrooms and slipped into bed, now wonderfully a
woman. I just wished it would have been possible to spend the night
in bed with Uncle Jake, his arms around me, our naked bodies pressed
together. As I was thinking that, hoping he would pop in and kiss me
goodnight and considering masturbating, I heard a car in the
driveway. It had been quite a tight thing, for we had been in bed
screwing less than ten minutes before I heard my parents’ car pull
into the drive.
‘Thanks for looking after Allison,’ I heard
my stepdad say to stepuncle on the landing outside.
‘No problem
at all, she was a delight
to look after,’ Jake said.
On the Monday, at the private
college I attended, I was in the bathroom slipping out of my boring
clothes and into a mini-skirt and a see-through halter.
‘Oh my,
babe,’ he croaked as he kissed me when I got in the car. ‘You
look absolutely fucking ravenous, you’re every man’s wet
dream—come here let me kiss you.’
I thought he might take me
to his home but no, it was into the countryside.
An
isolated car park, away from other cars and people.
‘No one
ever comes here,’ he told me, making me wonder how he knew that,
but making me excited by his obvious desire for me.
As I’ve
learned most men do, Uncle Jake followed a similar routine with me as
last time. Kissing me then caressing my breasts, getting them out and
then attacking ground zero of a woman’s sexuality: her pussy.
He
attacked that energetically, easily breaking down any misgivings I
might have wanted to put in his way. I was weak, not just emotionally
but physically as well, for as I’d lain back in the corner of the
seat so my pleated skirt had ridden well up my bare legs. So intent
was he on kissing me and playing with my tiny tits, he seemed to be
ignoring my long, tanned bare legs.
After a respectable and
rather wonderful few moments of breast and nipple manipulation that
took me close to a climax, he at last turned his attention elsewhere.
He raised his head from where it had been nestling on my chest
chewing and licking my breasts and nipples and looked down. It was
almost as though he was looking at my legs for the first time. But
then last time it had been dark in the bedroom, so I forgave him
immediately.
‘Ally, they’re awesome,’ he murmured, taking
hold of the hem of the thin, blue, gingham check skirt that was
bisecting my thighs.
‘So
lovely,’ he whispered, possessively running his fingers up from
beneath my knee to the hem of the skirt.
Then slowly, so very,
very slowly, so slowly and patiently, he lifted the hem. He lifted it
up and up revealing more and more of my legs, my thighs, my thong and
the outline of my mound beneath it. He just stared at me for what
seemed ages. He was breathing quite heavily and his hand that wasn’t
holding my skirt was round my shoulders gripping me tighter and
tighter as he continued staring at me. He was making low, almost
animal like moans as his fingers ran up and down each of my thighs.
They went right along that particularly smooth area that had I been
wearing stockings, not that I actually have any and I never have worn
them, would have been the patch on the inside of my thighs between
the stocking tops and my panties.
‘So soft, so smooth, Ally.’
Didn’t know what to do or say. I contemplated perhaps opening my
legs and saying something incredibly romantic and grown up like,
‘fuck me, Uncle Jake,’ or ‘play with my pussy,’ but rejected
the idea, after all I wasn’t that experienced to have that amount
of confidence.