Tag: The Game

Chapter Five - Erin: ...A Slut Indeed

 

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Story Codes: f+/f, m/f, M+/F, first, oral, mast, petting, toys, romantic, Interracial
Synopsis: Fourteen year old Erin is a catholic schoolgirl struggling with newfound sexual desires. When she catches the eye of Heather, a senior cheerleader and the most popular girl in school, things become even more complicated as Erin discovers the truth about herself...and her mother!

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Copyright 2009 Rachael Ross - Note: This story is in progress!

 

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"Erin?" The bathroom door opened and my mom looked around it as I stood under the hot spray of the shower.

It was morning, a little before six, and I wasn't tired yet, but I would be later. Heather and her friends…my friends…had kept me up all night, or most of it anyway, and I'd never known anyone could have as much sex as we'd had. My tongue felt stiff and swollen, my lips were puffy and bruised. Stacy had given me love bites on my thighs, breasts, and neck. A dozen of them and even one on my tummy. Lisa had shaved my pussy for me, despite my weak protests that I'd been waiting my whole life for pubic hair, and now my fourteen year old sex was soft and smooth just like hers.

"Uh, hi Mom," I said through the shower curtain, seeing her only vaguely and praying that she wasn't mad.

"What time did you come home last night?" she asked, pulling down her panties and sitting on the toilet.

"A little bit ago," I answered with a hard swallow. "My friend, um…Heather, gave me a ride."

"Okay," Mom said and she didn't sound mad. "What did you do all night?"

"Uhhh…" I bit my lip, washing my body slowly and I was a really bad liar, "…we went swimming."

"All night?" She actually giggled as she stood up, fixing her panties and flushing the toilet.

"Mom! God!" I winced as all of a sudden the water got really hot and I stepped back.

"Sorry," she said, but she didn't sound very sorry.

"You know her," I finally said and I guess it sounded like an accusation or something, but I didn't mean it to. I was just confused and I still didn't really understand how Heather could know so much about me and my mom.

"I think so," she told me. "Yeah."

"Think so?" I pulled the shower curtain back a little, just enough so I could see her. "I heard Heather talking to you on the phone!"

"Well…"

"She's got your picture on her mirror, Mom," I blinked water out of my eyes. "Your school picture from when you were in ninth grade."

"She kept it?" Mom actually smiled and I frowned at her.

"Why does she have your picture?"

"Did you ask her?"

"She wouldn't tell me," I said. "She just kinda…laughed about it."

"She didn't tell you anything?" Mom asked, leaning against the sink in an old t-shirt and white panties. She looked like she'd had a sleepless night too, with her blonde hair all thick and tousled in a big bed head.

"She told me, um…You played Tag," I said slowly. "At school."

"Oh." She narrowed her blue eyes and sort of shrugged. "Finish your shower. I'll make you eggs."

"Did you?" I asked her.

"I'll make you an omelet," she said, ignoring my question. "How about that?"

"Mom!"

She closed the bathroom door behind her as she left and I frowned because I knew Heather had been telling me the truth. I wanted to hear it from my mom though. I wanted her to explain it to me. I realized that I didn't really know that much about my mom, you know? Mostly she was just the person who loved me and told me what to do and made sure we had what we needed. She was my mom and I'd never had anyone else. I'd never had a father. I didn't even know his name and I'd never seen a picture and Mom hadn't ever said a word about him.

I wanted to ask her about that stuff. I wanted to ask her if she was a slut, like Heather had told me she'd been. But she was my mom, you know? So I couldn't.

"What happened to you?" she asked me, staring at my neck. I couldn't hide all the bruises Stacy had given me, not those four hickeys, dark red and obvious against my pale skin.

My uniform didn't cover them at all and it wasn't like I could wear a turtleneck or something. I went to a catholic school, Our Lady of Lourdes, and so I had to wear a uniform. I wore a white blouse with a loose tie under the wide collar and a navy blue blazer over it. A plaid skirt, light blue and pleated and a little shorter than it was supposed to be, since I had kind of long legs and they were still growing. Knee-high socks, white ones, with black Skechers on my feet. I looked just like all the other girls, except I had love bites all over my neck.

"Ummm…" I blushed and smiled weakly.

"Never mind," Mom shook her head. "I can guess. Heather gave those to you?"

"Kind of," I answered carefully, wondering what Mom would think of me being with another girl. I had zero idea of her opinion of the subject.

"Kind of?" she laughed lightly and stared at me, wanting a better answer than that.

"Some friends of hers, um…friends of mine, girls, we sort of…" I swallowed hard. "Are you mad?"

"Other girls?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Okay," Mom nodded, scooping an omelet out of the pan and putting it on a plate.

"Okay?" I almost smiled. "You don't think it's kind of…weird?"

"Are you gay?" Mom asked me, just flat out staring into my eyes and I blinked at her.

"No," I said. "I don't think so."

"If you are," she said, putting the plate on the table. "I won't be mad. You can tell me, Erin. Sit down and eat."

"I'm not a, um…lesbian," I told her, sitting down as she poured herself some coffee. "It just kind of happened."

"I understand," she smiled and it was weirding me out a little. "You're old enough try new things."

"I am?" I watched her sit down next to me. "Did you ever…I mean, when you were in school…"

I was blushing hard, trying to find the right words and Mom was waiting patiently, maybe even enjoying my discomfort.

"Did you ever do it with another girl?" I finally asked her, feeling my heart thumping in my chest.

"A little bit," she said and then made me wait while she sipped her coffee. "I think every girl gets curious. I know I was when I was your age."

"Oh," I nodded and picked at my omelet, trying not to think about my mom kissing another girl, but I did anyway. Mom was real pretty and she looked a lot like me, except all grown up. People thought we were sisters sometimes. Seriously.

"Are you still a virgin?"

"What?" I blinked at her. "Yeah! Of course!"

"Okay," Mom smiled at me. "I'm just asking."

We sat there in silence for a minute and this had to be the most bizarre morning of my life. It felt like we had this big…thing…just hanging in the air between us. I mean, there was tension and I felt nervous and a little afraid, but Mom seemed completely relaxed. I didn't understand and I didn't know how to express myself at all. My mom was always so weird! God! I wanted to ask her why we were never normal, like other people seemed to be, you know? I wanted to know what she wasn't telling me, but it was like a game and she'd tell me anything I wanted to know…if I only asked the right questions.

And I couldn't.

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I kept my head down on the bus, or tried to anyway. All the usual men were there, getting on two and three at a time as the bus would rumble to a jerky stop with a whoosh of the doors. I'd been riding that bus for a week now and Clark Kent sat down next to me, the same as he did every day. He got on two stops after mine and I could feel his eyes on me.

"Good morning," he said softly and he'd never spoken to me before.

My heart stuttered and my stomach knotted up painfully and I couldn't breathe. It happens just that quickly when a boy, or a man, talks to me. Especially one I like and this guy had been in my dreams more than once. He was tall with neat black hair and a handsome face and black rimmed glasses. That's why I called him Clark Kent and I sometimes imagined him taking off his clothes, but he wasn't Superman underneath, he was just naked and that was better.

"You go to Lourdes, right?" he asked me.

I closed my eyes, feeling the adrenaline and I held my purse tightly in my lap so that my hands wouldn't shake. There was no reason to be so frightened, but I couldn't help it. Boys terrified me. The attention, I mean. Being around them was alright. Being looked at was okay usually, so long as they didn't talk to me or smile or whatever. When a boy talked to me I just…panicked.

"I went to Lourdes," he told me with a soft chuckle, "a few years ago. Is Father Myers still the principal?"

My eyes darted around the bus, but all I could see were the men crowded around me, standing in the center as I sat there. Trapped. I could feel their eyes on me and I knew my face was red. My whole body was flushed and I felt damp and sticky. I was going to throw up. I could smell them. Their different scents, aftershave and cologne and soap and the musk of their male bodies. I could smell that most of all and it made my pussy throb and my nipples ache. I had to get away. I had to get off the bus, but I couldn't move. I didn't dare and there was no place I could go.

"Your boyfriend's a lucky man," he whispered and I shut my eyes, bowing my head and hiding behind my long golden hair.

I was crying. Not a lot, only a little, but I could feel the hot tears leaking from the corners of my eyes and running down my cheeks. I felt like I was tied down, bound to my seat and helpless. I couldn't move a muscle and the tension was almost painful. If he touched me, I couldn't have stopped him. I wouldn't have done anything. I wouldn't have said a word, not even to tell him no. He could have done anything to me, anything the man might have imagined, and gotten away with it.

"Oh!" I gasped and jerked and blinked hard suddenly. I was having an orgasm!

"Are you okay?" he asked me and I sensed the man sitting to my left shifting slightly, turning to look at me.

I hadn't expected it. I hadn't known it could even happen like that! My pussy was soaked as small, rapid contractions filled my sex with pleasure. I was breathing hard with short, quick breaths and I pressed my thighs together as tightly as possible. I didn't want to move, but I had no choice. The spasms in my pussy were everywhere and my body shook and shivered with them. My heart was pounding and I saw stars winking in and out of existence behind my closed eyes.

The man didn't say anything else and as I came down from my orgasm, the pleasure gave way to shame and humiliation. I trembled with fear, knowing that those dozens of men had just watched me cum. They had to know, the ones closest to me for certain, and I could smell myself on the air. The bitter-sweet tang of my girl cum as it soaked through my panties and onto the vinyl seat. They could smell it too and see me hunched over with my head bowed, flushed and trembling and fighting for air.

The bus emptied quickly and neither of the men sitting beside me stayed any longer than they had to. Probably they were worried that someone would accuse them of doing something to me, or that I would. Girls don't cum for no reason at all, do they? But I did and I was the only one left, still sitting there with my head down and afraid to move. My pussy had creamed hard and my butt was wet, it felt like I was sitting in a puddle of cum. The wetness was on my thighs and staining my skirt and…

"Hey! We're here," the driver said loudly. "Time to get off the bus, darlin'."

I nodded, barely, and stood up on rubbery legs, lifting my backpack filled with my books and it seemed too heavy. I went out the rear doors, even though the front doors were closer. Nobody was getting on the bus yet; everyone was coming downtown, not going home. I felt cold and shivered and kept my head down as I walked towards the bus that would take me to school. A lot of kids were already there, transferred from other busses, and I only wanted to go home.

"Hi Erin!" … "Hey Erin!" … "Is that her?" … "Erin!" … "Is that Heather's friend?" … "Want to sit with me, Erin?" … "Hi Erin!" … "Yeah, that's her!"

Everyone looked at me. Everyone said hello to me and offered me a seat next to them. Other kids from school, some I knew and a lot of them I didn't, but they all knew me. I was Heather's new friend and that somehow made me special. It made everything worse as I felt myself drenched with cum. My pussy was squishy inside, but that wasn't as bad as the outside. I felt like I'd peed in my panties and it was cold and uncomfortable and the last thing I wanted to do was sit down again.

"What's wrong with you?" Rita asked me as I took the seat she'd saved for me. "Oh my God! What happened to your neck?"

"Nothing," I muttered, making a face and blushing. I heard the other kids talking about me, about Heather and about the hickeys on my neck. They were whispering and giggling and I was dying.

"You got a boyfriend now?" Rita gasped happily and laughed. "Who is he? What did you and Heather do? What's she like? That's so cool!"

"I gotta do my homework," I said, ignoring all her stupid questions and making Rita get her assignments out for me so I could copy them. She didn't mind at all, the girl just giggled and told me how awesome I was for being Heather's friend and having hickeys and all that. It was really weird.

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"Wow!" Lisa giggled as she fell into step with me on the left.

"You smell good this morning!" Stacy grinned at me as she joined me on the right.

They were Heather's best friends and two of the most popular girls at school, being seniors and cheerleaders and amazingly pretty. Stacy looked Persian or something, with olive skin and black hair, coffee eyes and a sensual smile. She had high cheeks and a straight nose and the girl was wonderfully tall in her blue and gold cheerleader outfit.

Lisa was equally exotic, at least for a small, catholic school like Lourdes. There weren't a lot of Japanese girls in the church, you know? But she was very catholic and very Japanese, except Lisa had been born in the States. She stood a little taller than me, with long, straight black hair and almond eyes and a cute, oriental face to go with her tight oriental body. Lisa was pale and slender and her pleated cheer skirt barely covered her butt and the tight nylon shorts she wore beneath it.

"What have you been doing?" Lisa teased me. "Fingering out some math problems?"

"One plus one equals sixty-nine!" Stacy giggled and then she waved at some boys as we walked past them. "Hey guys!"

"God!" I laughed nervously and didn't bother trying to explain why I smelled like girl cum. What would I say?

"How wet are you?" Lisa wondered.

"I need to go to the bathroom," I said.

"You're so cool, Erin!" Stacy said and my new friends were determined to stay with me for some reason.

I didn't really mind. I'd sorta wondered what it would be like when I saw them again. I mean, we'd spent most of the night having girl sex together. After Heather had given me a bath, we'd ended up in her bed. I'd learned all about the magic number sixty-nine and then Lisa and Stacy had come upstairs. All four of us had been crowded together, naked and kissing and licking and…We'd had a lesbian orgy or something. That's probably the only way to describe it and now we were back in school and I'd been nervous, but Lisa and Stacy seemed just as friendly as they'd been the night before.

I was sort of in love with them.

"Just take them off," Stacy told me and I was giggling and blushing as I pulled my panties down in the bathroom stall.

"Yeah!" Lisa grinned as the two girls crowded the open door. "Go commando!"

"Commando?" I gasped and shook my head. "No way!"

"What? You got extra panties in your purse?" Stacy asked, rolling her eyes. "Nobody's gonna know!"

"I'll just, um…wash these out," I decided, holding up my pink panties and they had a big, dark wet spot all over the crotch and butt.

"You wanna wear mine?" Lisa asked and I blinked at her.

"You're wearing panties?" Stacy asked her with a laugh. "No way!"

"Yeah!" Lisa nodded. "I just had a hunch!"

"What?" I shook my head and sorta laid my cum stained panties over the top of the stall partition.

"Lisa thinks she's psychic," Stacy sighed.

"I am psychic! Look out," Lisa said, pushing past Stacy so she could get in the stall with me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, staring as Lisa started tugging her cheer shorts down.

"You want some panties right?" Lisa grinned at me. "I got shorts anyway, so…"

"I'm not gonna wear your panties!" I said and then I really blushed because Lisa was wearing a silver thong.

"Hey!" Stacy frowned. "That's my thong!"

"You said I could have it," Lisa replied as she pushed the tiny bit of nylon down her thighs.

"I did not!"

"Did too!"

"I was looking for those!"

"You were not!"

"Was too!"

"Well, you can have them back when Erin's done with them," Lisa said, handing the thong to me. "Indian giver!"

"Shut-up!" Stacy made a face and then smiled at me. "You can keep them, Erin. I got lots of thongs."

"God! You're a bitch!" Lisa rolled her eyes, pulling her shorts back on as I tried to figure out how to put on my new underwear.

"Skinny part goes in the back," Stacy said helpfully and I stuck my tongue out at her.

"I don't think this is any better," I sighed. That thong was soft and everything, but it looked like it was made out of aluminum foil.

"Flash your teachers," Lisa suggested with a giggle.

"Yeah!" Stacy nodded. "Sister Judy!"

"Sister Juicy!" Lisa giggled, nodding happily. "Fuck yeah! She's seen that thong before!"

"What?" I blinked at them.

"She's a total dyke!" Stacy grinned at me. "You gotta pull it tighter."

"Here…" Lisa adjusted the thong as I held my skirt up, kind of yanking the skinny back part deep between the cheeks of my butt.

"Oh!" I went on my tip-toes for a second and my friends giggled.

"See? Feels good, huh?" Stacy said just as the bell started ringing. "Shit."

"We gotta go," Lisa frowned. "Wait!"

"What?" I narrowed my eyes. "Mmmph!"

Lisa held my head and kissed me deeply, her small tongue fluttering inside my mouth for ten seconds before she pulled away and I just smiled at her, catching my breath.

"Hey!" Stacy pouted, but Lisa was already pushing her out of the stall doorway.

I smoothed my skirt, knowing my face was pink. There were a few girls in there who must have heard everything, but I ignored them and grabbed my bookbag off the sink on my way past it. I had about a minute to get to homeroom, but I had to go to my locker first. That thong felt funny, a lot different than regular panties, and it really was like wearing nothing at all. I told myself I'd have to be really careful sitting down because that silver thong was a serious eye-catcher! God! I couldn't believe I was wearing Lisa's underwear and that was a secret thrill too.

It wasn't until homeroom was almost over that I remembered leaving my wet panties in the bathroom. I decided I'd just leave them there all day and that made me giggle.

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English class was very strange, mostly because Sister Judy was the teacher and I kept thinking "Sister Juicy" and trying not to giggle or blush or anything like that. I had no idea if Lisa and Stacy had been telling me the truth about the nun being a lesbian. I mean, they were my new friends and everything, but they were definitely the kind of girls who might play a joke like that on someone.

She was pretty though, Sister Judy, and young. Everyone thinks nuns are all old and ugly and they're nuns because they can't get a date or something, but it isn't true. Sister Judy was like twenty-five or something and she wore a light brown suit, not a nun's habit or whatever. She had a narrow skirt, a modest one that fell just below her knees, and a white blouse buttoned to her throat with a cute little vest and a blazer over that. She had a crucifix around her neck and short, curling black hair and deep blue eyes. Sister Judy was pretty and she kinda looked more like a flight attendant than a nun, at least to me.

"Sister Juicy is a real dyke," I wrote in my notebook, pretending to take real notes.

I wondered what kind of underwear she wore. Sister Judy had stockings on. She wore pretty basic shoes, brown ones and boring, but between those and the hem of her skirt, I could see dark nylons and I tried to imagine her wearing one of those garter belt things. A lacy one with stretchy clips pinching the tops of her stockings, exposing her creamy thighs.

She wore a g-string too, black like her garter belt, and her pussy was shaved clean like Lisa's. Like mine now. Sister Judy had a fat, juicy cunt that her panty barely covered as a thin bit of lace was pulled between her buttery labia and across her tight, pink asshole. She had a big camel toe too and I wrote that down, just because it was such a funny word. "Camel toe!" and I could see Sister Judy's fat clit pushing against her g-string, making a bulge like a tiny, female dick begging to be sucked and nibbled and chewed with gentle teeth.

She was going to make me suck her off. Sister Juicy was going to keep me after class and show me why they called her that. She'd caught me flashing her my new silver thong, smiling as I spread my legs under my desk because she'd seen it before. Stacy had been wearing it and Sister Juicy had bent the girl over her desk and spanked her hard with a ruler. And then Stacy had gotten on her knees, rubbing her red ass and sniffling as the nun pulled up her brown skirt.

"Start praying," Sister Juicy breathed, pulling Stacy's mouth to her cunt and nodding as the girl took her first, tentative lick.

Stacy opened her mouth wide and wriggled her tongue deeply inside Sister Juicy's hole. The nun held her student by the ears, telling her to fuck her pussy and swallow her juices. That's what happens to bad little girls who flash their teachers and Sister Juicy was going to make sure Stacy never forgot it. When she came, the nun was grinding her hairless cunt all over Stacy's dark face, creaming the girl all over until she was covered with a thin, oily glaze of girl cum.

A week later it was Lisa's turn. She spread her legs, just like Stacy had, just like I was doing, and made sure Sister Juicy saw that magic thong. The Japanese girl smiled and reached down, sliding her middle finger up and down, pushing the silver nylon inside her slit while Sister Juicy watched and licked her lips and tried to teach her unsuspecting class.

"Lisa is bad!" I giggled as I wrote that down.

And she got spanked for it! Sister Juicy gave Lisa two hours of detention behind the locked door, putting the girl spread eagle over her desk. She tied Lisa down and gagged her, pushing that damp silver thong inside Lisa's mouth and wrapping scotch tape around her head to keep it there. Sister Juicy spanked the girl hard! Turning Lisa's small, pale butt red and criss-crossed with angry welts while the cheerleader squirmed and sobbed. She was cumming! Lisa came three times really fast, one after another and by the time it was over, Sister Juicy had her mouth pressed against Lisa's cunt.

The nun knelt on the floor, looking up at the big picture of Jesus as He smiled down at them, and shoved her long tongue up Lisa's creaming pussy. Her hands grabbed the girl's ass, squeezing and kneading the hot, tortured flesh until Lisa started cumming again. Pussy juice flooded Sister Juicy's mouth and the nun swallowed quickly, drinking every drop and begging for more. She was a slut for girl goo! A total dyke who loved tongue fucking her sexy students and now Sister Juicy was staring at me, seeing that same thong between my open legs and she knew why. I was begging for it!

"Erin? Are you still with us?" Sister Judy asked and I looked up, blinking and blushing.

"Sorry," I swallowed hard and I felt my pussy juicing between my tightly crossed legs. "Uh…What?"

"I asked you to define irony for the class," she said, chiding me with her bright blue eyes.

"Oh," I licked my lips and my tummy was churning. "It's, um…When something happens that's different from what we think's gonna happen. Uh…I think?"

"Okay," she nodded and pointed at someone else. "How would you define irony, Robert?"

I looked back down, looking at the words I'd been writing and I rolled my eyes, flipping through my notebook to bury the page. I'd been daydreaming again and I did that a lot. Too much. My pussy was wet too, but at least I hadn't cum or anything stupid like that. I wanted to though. God! I wanted to rub my pussy and squeeze my tits because they were aching again. My nipples were totally hard, all puffy and swollen and I was glad I had my blazer on. I wasn't wearing a bra, or even my usual half-slip, and my nipples would have been obvious through my blouse.

There was something really wrong with my brain!

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"Hey!" Heather was leaning against my locker. "What's up, Erin?"

"Nothing," I said, feeling my heart thump and I bit my lip, knowing everyone in the crowded hallway was looking at us.

"Are you going to lunch?" she asked, tossing her thick blonde hair and catching a couple guys staring at her. She just smiled at them.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I just have to put my stuff away. What, um…What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you," Heather laughed lightly and moved out of the way so I could open my locker.

"Hey Heather…Hi Erin," two boys walked slowly by, smiling at us.

"Hey guys," Heather pursed her lips and I ignored them. "Check out their butts," she sighed. "Ouch!"

"Ummm…" I leaned back and looked, giggling nervously. They did have nice butts.

"Your mom get mad this morning?" she asked, because I'd been a little worried on the way home.

"No," I shook my head. "She was really cool."

"I knew she would be," Heather agreed. "I liked her a lot."

"What?" I looked up at the girl, since she was like six inches taller than me. "I don't even know what that means."

"You worry too much," she said, dismissing my confusion with a wave of her hand. "Come on, let's go eat. I'm starving."

"Oh," I frowned as I slammed my locker and hurried to follow her. "I always sit with Denise. Um, she's kinda my best friend and…"

"Denise?" Heather seemed to think about it as we walked towards the cafeteria.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Denise Lowry? You know her?"

"No," she decided and then giggled. "She must be one of those good girls."

"A good girl?" I laughed. "I guess so, um…"

"But you're not," Heather whispered and I widened my eyes as I felt her hand on my butt, squeezing me through my skirt right in the middle of the hallway! "Are you, Erin?"

"I don't know," I answered softly. Truthfully.

"I hate to break it to you," she said, "but girls like you don't have friends like her."

"What? You don't even know her."

"I know the type," Heather giggled. "And I know you."

"But…"

"Come on," she said. "You're sitting with Gary today."

"G-Gary?" I stammered, unable to help it as I blinked at her. "Why?"

"I told you! He's gonna be your boyfriend this week."

"But I don't, um…I don't want a boyfriend."

"Shut-up!" Heather laughed. "You want one and now you're going to get one."

She held my hand, leading me like a little girl towards the cafeteria and I felt like I was walking towards a gallows or something. My feet felt heavy and my heart wouldn't slow down. It was pathetic. Just the idea of having lunch with a boy was terrifying to me and no matter what I told myself, or how reassuring Heather's presence might have been, I couldn't do it!

"I can't. Please," I swallowed hard. "I just want to sit with my friend, okay? Or just me and you. Please?"

"Erin!" she shook her head. "I'm gonna be there. He's not going to hurt you, okay?"

"B-But…No." I stopped in the middle of the hallway and I didn't care if everyone was staring at me. I didn't care how humiliated I was. If I had to sit with that Gary guy and have lunch and be his…girlfriend? I couldn't do it. I'd die for sure. I'd have a stroke or something.

"No?" Heather smiled at me.

"I cant," I swallowed thickly and my eyes darted around the school like a caged animal's. I had to go! I needed fresh air. I couldn't breathe!"

I pulled my hand away from Heather's and ran back the way we'd just come. There was an exit there, the side doors that led to the student parking lot, and I hit the metal bar hard with a sharp clang and rush of cool, fresh air greeted me. I leaned against the brick wall, breathing hard and looking around, but nobody else was there and I was glad of that. I spent ten minutes just standing there and then five more sitting on the steps before Stacy found me.

"Hey," she said softly, sitting down next to me and putting her arm around my waist.

"Hi," I said, looking down at my hands and feeling really stupid now that the crisis was over and my fear pretty much gone.

"Are you okay?" Stacy wondered, pulling some of her thick, black hair out of her dark eyes.

"I think so," I nodded and my cheeks were pink with embarrassment. "Did Heather tell you what happened?"

"Kind of," Stacy shrugged, giving my waist a squeeze and pulling me closer. "It's okay. She's not mad or anything."

"God," I giggled sadly. "I feel so stupid."

"You just got scared, that's all," Stacy pressed her face into my hair. "Everybody gets scared sometimes."

"She said Gary was going to be my boyfriend," I sighed, turning my head and Stacy smiled at me. "I can't even say hi to him."

"I think he wants to take you to a movie tonight," she said, leaning closer and I felt her nose on my cheek.

"He does?" I licked my lips as she turned slightly, bringing her left hand to my thigh.

"Yeah," she breathed, sliding her fingers along the inside of my leg, towards the tiny, silver thong I wore. "He wants to fuck you so bad, Erin."

"Oh!" I blinked at the girl, spreading my thighs and nodding my head, touching her face with mine.

"Everybody does," Stacy told me. "I wanna fuck you right here."

"Mmmph…" I sighed into her mouth as she kissed me, sliding her tongue between my lips as her fingers found my pussy.

I held her tightly with my hands on her shoulders, feeling the soft nylon of Stacy's cheerleader top under my fingers. Her tongue tasted sweet and she moved it so lightly, so tenderly inside my mouth that I might have been imagining it. But I wasn't. We were making out and I felt the girl rubbing my pussy through and around the small patch of silver nylon that covered my slit. The pleasure of being kissed and touched made me wet and I moved my hips, wanting more as I chased Stacy's tongue into her mouth.

"Come on…" she stood up two or three minutes later as I sat there flushed and panting and smiling up at her.

"Where?" I asked, giving her my hands and Stacy pulled me to my feet.

"My house!" she giggled. "My car's over there, let's go."

"What? But…I have classes!"

"So what?" she grinned and pulled me down the short steps. "You won't get in trouble."

"I will too!" I said, trying to resist, but my body still burned from her kisses and my tummy tingled and my pussy was wet now.

"No way!" Stacy shook her head, digging into her purse. "You need an afternoon off, that's all."

"But…" I giggled and then Stacy was pushing a button on a little black key chain thing and a silver Mercedes beeped.

"Here we go," she showed me her tongue and opened the passenger door so I could get in. It was a two door convertible, an old SEL with the top up and I didn't argue, I just sat down.

"This is your car?" I asked dumbly once we were pulling out of the parking lot.

"Yeah! Cool, huh?" Stacy nodded, playing with the stereo and finding an oldies station. "Heather's Daddy gave it to me. There we go! You like Fleetwood Mac?"

"Who?" I laughed and wondered why Heather's dad would be giving Stacy a Mercedes-Benz.

"Fleetwood Mac!" she grinned at me, reaching for my thigh. "Old music is the best. The stuff they got nowadays sucks so bad."

"It does?" I shrugged because I had no idea. Music was okay, but I wasn't big on anything really.

"Oh yeah," Stacy sort of sang along with the song, "Go your own way…I remember when this came out…Everybody played it over and over. Go your own way-ay-ayyy…" She giggled and I was smiling at her, enjoying Stacy's hand as she stroked my bare skin. "That was the year, 1977…Hmmm…I miss that sometimes."

"What?" I gave her a confused look. "That was like thirty years ago."

"Was it?" Stacy rolled her eyes. "Ooops…Train coming!"

There really was a train coming, a long freight train moving slowly. We had to stop behind two other cars as the gates were down and lights flashed and bells rang, and Stacy was kissing me hard and deep, fucking my mouth with her tongue while we listened to music that was twice as old as we were. Her hand was on my pussy again and she'd pulled the thong aside so she could rub my clit with her fingers in a tight little circle while I hunched my hips and rocked my butt in the leather seat.

"I bet I can make you cum," she whispered, "before the train's gone."

"Oh God!" I swallowed hard and nodded, smiling as she kissed me again.

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Stacy lived in a nice apartment, kind of a condo thing, I guess, with like fifty other ones making a square around a large swimming pool and patio area. A sign at the gate said we were at Paradise Cove and I kind of rolled my eyes, but places like that always have dumb names anyway. Another sign told me it was an Adult Community and I had no idea what that meant, but I didn't see a playground or see any lost toys on the sidewalk, you know? Just three guys hanging out by the pool, young like college guys and handsome too.

"Hey Stacy!" one of them waved a bottle of beer. "Just in time!"

"Stacy's here!" another one grinned and he wasn't wearing a shirt and he had a tan body and real muscles.

"Stace! Who's your friend?" the third asked, smiling at me. "Sit down with us for awhile."

"Yeah," the first agreed. "Bring her over! You want a beer?"

I just blinked at him and shook my head, feeling my face burn.

"Maybe later guys!" Stacy grinned at them. "We gotta do some homework first."

"Homework?" the first one laughed. He had sandy hair and sort of looked like a lifeguard except he wore jeans and a red t-shirt.

"You need some help with biology?" the muscle guy asked. "I know where everything goes!"

"No! Be nice!" Stacy giggled as she unlocked her front door and I was blushing and nervous, but so long as they stayed over there, I was okay.

"We're trying to be nice!" the third one said and his hair was longer, black and unruly and he wore jeans and a flannel shirt. The whole grunge thing, I guessed, but he looked good anyway.

I gave the guys one last look over my shoulder, glad that Stacy hadn't decided to sit with them. I don't know what I'd have done then, probably fainted or something.

"Home sweet home…uh…Excuse the mess," Stacy said with a giggle and then a shrug as I stopped three feet into her condo and stared.

The living room was a big square with thick white carpet and white walls. Heavy drapes, dark ones, covered all the windows though and the only light came from the open door behind me. There wasn't any furniture. None. Just a large red pentagram, a five pointed star inside a circle, staining the carpet. There were short, black candles, unlit and melted into strange shapes and standing in pools of dried wax at the five points. Some weird numbers or letters or something was written all around it and on the walls too. Red symbols that had run with long drips when they'd been written.

"Let's close the door," Stacy said, wrinkling her nose. "Don't want to freak out the manager. The security deposit was huge!"

"Wha-What?" I blinked at her and then she closed the door and bolted it with a sharp snick and the place was pitch black.

"It's okay," she whispered and I jerked when she took my hand, but Stacy didn't let go as she pulled me along behind her.

I had no idea how she could find her way around, but she did. I felt scared and nervous and I didn't know what else. That room had looked so weird. The red stuff had looked like blood to me, but it was probably just paint, I told myself. But how could she do that? What did Stacy's parents think? Why would she do that? What was going on?

"Here we go…Just lie back…See?" Stacy pushed me down and I found myself on a bed, soft and warm, but I still couldn't see anything.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a quivering, breathless voice.

It felt as if the darkness was suffocating me, like the black air was too heavy to breathe. I heard her moving around, some bumping and a drawer opening and closing and then a flash of light as Stacy struck a match.

"Lighting some candles," she smiled at me and there were a dozen on a long dresser which was the only other piece of furniture in the room.

At least I could see something and that made me feel better. We were in a bedroom, but an empty one except for the big brass bed I was sitting on and that dresser. It had a large mirror that had been covered with writing, lipstick, I thought, but I couldn't read the words…if they were words. None of the letters and symbols meant anything to me, but at least nothing was written on the walls.

"Where, um…Where's your parents?" I asked slowly as Stacy finished with the candles.

"Oh, I dunno," she shrugged, blowing out the match. "What's wrong?"

"Uhhhh…" I giggled nervously and shook my head. I didn't know where to start.

"It's okay," she said, reaching for the bottom of her golden cheer top and pulling it up, over her flat tummy and beautiful breasts and finally her head. "We're just gonna relax for a little bit. I'm gonna make you feel good, Erin."

"Maybe, I should go," I said weakly staring at her soft, brown body as Stacy unzipped her skirt and let it fall from her hips.

"Maybe you should take off that silly uniform," she giggled and I blushed, feeling my whole body tingle.

Stacy kicked off her shoes, standing there in a small, black thong, and then she smiled and pulled off her socks. I didn't move at all, I just watched her move. She was even more beautiful than I remembered from the night before, maybe because Heather wasn't there to dim the girl somehow. I mean that too, because Heather had that power, like everything and everyone was dulled somehow by her presence. But Heather wasn't with us and Stacy seemed to fill my senses.

I could smell her like…lightning, I thought. That electric smell of ozone, neither good or bad, but just different. My skin had goosebumps and I shivered when Stacy knelt in front of me. She untied my shoes and her face was dark and hidden by shadows as the candles were all behind her. She removed my shoes and then my socks, pulling them off my feet one at a time. She kissed me, holding my left foot and kissing the top of it. She kissed my toes and licked them while I stared at her. She took them into her mouth, sucking on them one by one and it didn't tickle at all. It only made me hot all over and then she did the same with my right foot.

Stacy undid my skirt and I lifted my butt so she could pull it down my thighs and toss it away. She put herself between my knees and I trembled, lifting my hands as if I might touch her, but I was afraid and they just fluttered in the air while she pushed my blazer off my shoulders. She undid my loose tie and unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my breasts and my aching nipples to the cool air. She had me naked except for the silver thong she'd given me that morning and I didn't do anything but sigh when Stacy pushed me onto my back.

She covered my smaller body with hers, pressing her thigh between my legs and rubbing her tits against mine while we kissed. My hands were on Stacy's back, feeling her unbelievably warm and smooth, her skin felt wonderful and I explored her blindly while our tongues played lazily between our mouths. I felt her nipples, long and stiff and pressing into my tits. My own nipples were fat with excitement, puffy and so hot they felt cold against her firm flesh. Stacy's hair fell around us, covering our faces while we kissed and I brought my leg up, finding her sex with my thigh even as I rode hers.

Our legs were scissored and we were moving, hunching ourselves against each other. Stacy was making love to me and my pussy spasmed with sharp contractions of pleasure. My heart seemed ready to burst and the only air I could get was the humid sigh escaping Stacy's lungs. I breathed deeply, sharing that single breath between us and I was cumming. I writhed beneath the girl and she held me tightly, grinding her thigh against my cunt and riding my orgasm hard.

I slept after that. I didn't want to and I fought against it. Stacy cradled me, stroking my breasts as we lay side-by-side, damp and flushed and sighing softly. She'd kiss my hair or my face and I had my hand on her hip, moving it back and forth while I struggled to keep my eyes open. I think she sang to me, but maybe I only imagined it, and I dreamt of sex and men, faceless and nameless and naked. They made love to me…no…they fucked me! Over and over, the scenery changing, the men appearing and disappearing quickly, but always they were inside me. My pussy and my mouth were filled with cock. My hands were wrapped around throbbing pricks dripping precum and semen onto my burning body.

I woke up with a start, blinking in the candlelight and finding myself alone in Stacy's bed. My pussy was wet and I'd been cumming in my sleep. I could still feel it, the spasms receding only slowly and I felt the emptiness inside me like a dull pain. My heart slowed gradually and I took long, deep breaths, holding my tits in my hands as they rose and fell.

"Hey," Heather smiled at me as I walked into the kitchen holding a candle to light my way. "You must have been really tired."

"You slept all afternoon," Stacy giggled. "Feel better?"

"What time is it?" I wondered, standing naked and looking around.

The kitchen was nearly as empty as the rest of the house seemed to be. It was lit with candles and I saw no plates or glasses, no pots and pans, none of the usual stuff that accumulates in most kitchens. It was empty but for a round, glass table and four chairs, a few cartons of Chinese takeout were there and the girls were eating out of them with chopsticks. A couple plastic bottles of water and soda were there as well and my stomach growled as I suddenly realized I was starving.

"Beats me," Heather shrugged

"Night time," Stacy said. "Sit down here. Eat something."

"You like chop suey?" Heather asked. "Or we got some, ummm…other stuff."

"Yeah," I nodded, feeling more than a little overwhelmed with confusion, but what was I gonna do?

"Try this stuff," Stacy told me, pushing a box towards me as I sat down. "I don't know what it is, but it's chicken anyway."

Stacy was just as naked as I was, both of us having lost our thongs somewhere in the middle of our sex. Heather had changed out of her cheerleader outfit and was wearing a short denim skirt and a white halter top. I could see her nipples through it and she was too beautiful to be a seventeen year old girl. They both were and I felt drunk just sitting there, trying to dig some kind of Chinese food out of a little box.

"Here…" Heather said softly, "…let me help."

I sat there like a child, letting Heather feed me with her chopsticks while she smiled at me. Stacy was giggling while she ate and I blushed, but I liked it too. I'd open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue, and Heather would put a little food on it for me. It was strange and intimate and I felt my body thrum with pleasure.

"Whoops…" Heather laughed lightly as a little lemon sauce ran down my chin. She leaned forward, licking it off and then kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth.

"Hey! You did that on purpose!" Stacy giggled and I rolled my eyes at her, catching my breath.

"No! I did this on purpose…" Heather said, pulling a dripping piece of chicken out of the box. Instead of feeding it to me, she rubbed it around my left nipple and then the right and I shivered when she leaned down to suck them clean.

We played like that for awhile, maybe half an hour while we ate. Stacy would tease us while Heather fed me and I couldn't remember a time when I'd been so happy. It was like I was still dreaming and none of it made sense. The empty house, the pentagram and the writing on the walls. No electricity? Just candles and Chinese food and three teenage girls playing sex games. I felt giddy with excitement and I wanted Heather to make love to me. I was aching for it, trembling with desire after all her teasing and I tried to find a way to tell her, but I couldn't. I just smiled and laughed and burned beneath her shining blue eyes.

"Hello! Anybody home?" Lisa's voice carried through the house. "Where you guys at?"

"In the kitchen!" Stacy told her.

"Did you bring him?" Heather asked and I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Of course I did!" Lisa giggled as the Japanese girl walked into the kitchen, leading Gary by the hand.

"Oh!" I blinked at him and suddenly wanted to run. I was naked! I was halfway out of my chair, but Heather was pushing me back down.

"Hey!" Gary smiled and he looked as confused as I was. "Uhhh…What's up?"

"You are!" Stacy grinned at him. "Are you guys hungry? We got Chinese."

"No," Lisa shrugged. "We had Taco Bell on the way over."

"You're okay," Heather told me. "Just sit there, nobody's gonna hurt you."

"Hi Erin," Gary blinked at me and I don't think he'd really realized I was naked until just then. I'd kind of been hiding behind Heather.

"Say hi," Heather whispered and I blushed hard, looking down and crossing my arms over my boobs.

"She's a little shy," Stacy said, opening a bottle of water.

"Kinda naked too!" Lisa giggled. "What have you guys been doing?"

"Um…maybe I should, uh…come back later," Gary looked over his shoulder towards the front door.

"What? No!" Stacy shook her head.

"Maybe Lisa should show you the bedroom," Heather giggled and looked at me, wiggling her eyebrows playfully and I frowned.

"Oh yeah!" Lisa agreed and tugged Gary's hand. "Don't tell me you're gonna be shy too!"

"What? No…I mean…" Gary looked at me and whatever he might have been expecting, this wasn't it. He was embarrassed too, I realized, almost as much as I was.

"I thought he was a big stud?" Stacy made a face at Heather.

"That's what I heard," Heather said, the two of them talking like he wasn't even there. "Justine told me Gary rocked her world when he popped her cherry."

"Justine?" Gary blinked at her.

"Justine?" Stacy laughed. "Is she that tenth grader with the perfect ass?"

"Come on!" Lisa was still pulling Gary's arm, making a face at him.

"He's got a girlfriend already?" I asked without really thinking about it or I wouldn't have been able to say anything, probably.

"Yeah," Heather nodded at Stacy and giggled. "She's such a slut too! I love her!"

"Good thing she's not playing," Stacy grinned. "I love her ass!"

"She's not my girlfriend," Gary told me and I bit my lip, forcing myself not to look down.

"Okay," I breathed and then I had to look down because Gary was smiling at me, his body sort of jerking as Lisa yanked his hand impatiently.

"You want to go someplace else, Erin?" he asked and that seemed like such a strange and unexpected suggestion that everyone just kind of…stopped. We were all looking at him and Gary was just looking at me.

"Uh," I swallowed hard and decided I'd better not try and talk. I just nodded.

"Okay," he nodded too. "I'll, um…" he looked back towards the door again, "…I'll just wait for you outside, okay?"

"Yeah," I whispered and I felt my tummy doing somersaults. I had to be crazy! I couldn't go someplace with him! My heart beat faster and I had to remember to breathe, and I didn't even try to get up until he'd left with Lisa following him.

"Better go get dressed," Heather grinned at me and I smiled weakly, hopefully maybe, because I really thought she might have been mad for some reason. Like people didn't just take off when Heather was around, you know?

"Virgins!" Stacy rolled her eyes. "What a pain in the ass."

"What?" I looked back and forth between them.

"Don't forget a candle," Heather was picking one up for me. "It's dark back there."

"Need any help?" Stacy asked me with a grin and I just shook my head, feeling nothing but confusion, but that seemed almost normal by then.

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"That was really weird," Gary said with a soft chuckle as we sat in his car and I just nodded.

He was a good looking guy, a senior and almost eighteen years old, and one of the popular boys at school. A lot of girls liked him, I knew that, but he seemed to like me for some reason. He had a nice face, a clean, open face with a nice smile and bright brown eyes. His hair was brown too, short and kind of curly, but it looked good with his firm, manly body. He was almost full grown, you know, and he had a mature presence…until he smiled. Gary looked like a little boy when he smiled and it just lit him up like you wouldn't believe.

"You don't talk much do you?" he asked me, giving me a look by the dashboard lights and the passing glow of the streetlamps outside.

"I, um…" I swallowed hard and forced myself to talk slowly, "…I'm really, um…nervous."

My hands were together in my lap, my fingers interlocked and turning white because I was squeezing them so hard. I wanted to roll down the window because the car felt too hot, the air too thick and my lungs hurt. I was terrified! But there was no reason to be and that's what I kept telling myself. I didn't have to be afraid. Gary was driving me home and he wasn't trying to touch me or anything like that. He was just trying to talk to me and there wasn't any reason I should be so frightened.

"Really? Me too," he said gently and I glanced at him because I thought maybe Gary was teasing me.

"Oh," I looked back down.

"No. I mean it, Erin," he told me. "I really don't want to screw this up."

He laughed then and I didn't think the boy sounded very nervous at all. I chewed my lip and then worried that it made me look like a little girl, so I stopped. I wondered if I looked okay and that was another pain in my tummy. What if I looked ugly? I hadn't even tried to look in Stacy's mirror, the one with the writing all over it. I'd just brushed my hair real quickly after getting dressed. What if I looked stupid? What if I smelled bad? I hadn't washed myself at all and Stacy and I had been having sex and…God! How come I wasn't talking? I had to say something. The car was too quiet. What should I say? He'd think I was an idiot if I said something really dumb. He probably thought I was an idiot already and I was going to throw up!

"You're really pretty," Gary said after a minute. "I mean…shoot, um…I didn't really see anything before, uh…"

"What?" I asked and then remembered he'd seen me totally naked! How had I forgotten that? Why did he have to bring it up? I was totally embarrassed and I closed my eyes.

"…I wasn't looking or anything," he said, just making it worse. "I just mean you're really pretty right now. Sitting there."

I was going to start crying. I did start crying, that's how embarrassed I was. I didn't sob or anything, but my eyes were wet and then my flushed cheeks as I sat there, looking down at my hands.

"Erin? I'm sorry," Gary looked at me. "I didn't mean anything. I'm…shoot…Don't cry. What? Erin…It's okay."

He pulled over, just stopping the car in front of some stranger's house and put it in park. He wanted to say something or do something, to find some way to comfort me and I felt so stupid for crying and I didn't even know why I'd let him drive me home anyway. I should have known this would happen! I should have stayed at Stacy's house and I could just be a lesbian or something for the rest of my life. Except I didn't want to be a lesbian, I wanted a boyfriend! I wanted to kiss a boy and touch one and talk to him and do everything. I wanted to have sex with boys and be normal and…

He kissed me!

As I sat there with my head down, shaking and hating myself and wondering why I was so scared, Gary just leaned over and kissed my wet cheek through my hair. I didn't do anything! I couldn't move. I couldn't even breathe and then he did it again! He kissed me on my left cheek and his face was close to mine. I could feel his breath and smell taco sauce and he was going to do it again when I turned my face at the last second so his lips found mine. He kissed my mouth and I grabbed him. I mean, I just wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my tongue into his mouth.

The tension exploded out of me with a muffled gasp and I couldn't stop kissing him. If I stopped, he might push me away. He might yell at me or laugh at me or tell me to get out. So I didn't stop and I didn't let him go. I gave him no choice but to kiss me back and his tongue wriggled against mine as Gary's hands found my shoulders and then my back. He pulled me towards him, as close as he could against the seatbelt. I moaned and breathed through my nose and my fingers were in his soft, curling hair. His tongue pushed mine back and then he was kissing me, exploring my mouth eagerly and I wasn't scared anymore.

Gary's hand went inside my blazer and I whimpered happily when his fingers squeezed my breast through my blouse. My nipples were popping hard, burning as I arched my back and nibbled his bottom lip. I kissed his cheek and along the boy's jaw, breathing hard and finding his ear with my mouth. I kissed and licked him there while he kissed my hair and squeezed my tits. My pussy was moist and my tummy tingling with butterflies. This was so good, making out with a boy. So different than kissing girls, I thought. Gary was big and strong, his body hard and his tongue thick and clumsy, but oh so wonderful in my mouth.

I found the lump in his jeans, the bulge of his cock and I rubbed it gently while we made out. The windows of his old Mustang were fogged up and the glass seemed to glow in the headlights of passing cars. I'd see him briefly and then the darkness would swallow us up and I didn't mind that at all. I was hot and damp with sweat and Gary pushed my blazer off my shoulders. I shrugged out of it, refusing to break our kiss, and I fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, nearly tearing them off in my haste to give myself to him. We'd already undone our seatbelts and now my blouse fell away and Gary was kissing my nipples, sucking and biting them while I held his face against my body.

It was awkward and funny and I giggled breathlessly as he moved, crawling across the center console between our seats. He found a lever and my seatback snapped backward almost horizontal with a jerk and a jolt. I spread my legs for him, fighting for room and finding none as the boy wedged himself between my thighs. He was laying on me and Gary's mouth found mine once more as he pushed his trapped cock against my pussy. My skirt was in the way. That silly thong was between us. And his jeans and underwear and I reached low to find the buttons and the zipper. I giggled into his mouth, feeling drunk and shaking with raw excitement as I freed his cock.

"Oh God…" I breathed, pushing Gary's pants and boxers down just enough to get his penis loose. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling a man's cock for the first time and it was hot and heavy, throbbing and so big!

"I want you," he whispered, kissing me again with our eyes open, looking at each other in dim light.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Inside me…Okay…I want you inside me…"

I used both hands, pulling my thong aside with the left and pulling the head of Gary's cock to my hairless slit with the other. I was already wet and I lifted my hips, hitching a ragged breath as I pushed and pulled the smooth head of his dick along my pussy. He gave me a thrust and then another and he'd found my virgin hole. Something sharp bit into me and I winced, but only for a second and then he thrust harder, grunting with the effort as Gary's cock forced its way into my innocent fourteen year old sex.

"Ow! Ummm…Oh…" I gasped as the soft walls of my cunt gave way reluctantly. He was stretching me and I felt a deep throbbing between my legs as my sex squeezed his prick tightly.

"Are you okay?" he asked me and I nodded my head quickly, holding Gary by the waist and pulling him deeper.

"Y-Yeah…I like it…Kiss me…" I practically begged him and as soon as Gary's mouth covered mine, I was cumming for him.

My pussy spasmed with violent contractions as I creamed all over my very first cock. My virginity was gone forever and I knew what it felt like to be a woman finally. Gary pumped my pussy with small, fast strokes, working his cock deeper until after a few minutes I felt him touching the bottom, stretching me in a new direction with a mix of pleasure and pain that I couldn't have imagined. He was kissing my cervix with his cock and I came again, clutching the boy against my heaving breasts and kissing his face and neck and hair. My eyes were wet again and I wanted to keep him inside me forever. I'd never felt a cum like that in my life and it seemed to go on and on.

"You feel so good, Erin," Gary told me. "You're so hot inside! So tight! God! I'm gonna cum soon!"

"Yessss…" I hissed, lifting my butt as much as I could, wanting all of him inside me all the time.

"Should I…Uh…Pull out?" he asked, shutting his eyes tightly and he'd stopped moving. Gary's cock was as deep inside me as he could get it. His balls were pressed against my ass and he was going to cum, he had to cum, but he was trying so hard to hold back it back.

"No! No…I want to feel it!" I told him. "Cum inside me! Oh God!"

I came again as I urged him to sperm my pussy and the sensation of my clasping cunt massaging his cock was all it took to push Gary over the edge. I felt his penis jerk against my flesh, throbbing with rapid spasms as he ejaculated against the soft pillow of my cervix. We were cumming together and he kissed me, pushing his tongue inside my mouth while our sweat stained bodies shook with the effort of making a baby inside my fertile womb.

A fresh wave of euphoria washed through me and I felt nothing but good. I didn't care about anything right then, not even the possibility that I could be getting pregnant. At least I'll know who the daddy is, I thought with a muffled giggle. I was high on sex and lust and the vague warmth of Gary's semen as it mixed with my own girlish cum. I was soaked inside, filled to overflowing as our juices spilled out of my stretched pussy and around Gary's slowly softening cock.

"Oh! That was good, Erin," Gary smiled at me, licking his lips and nodding as he lay on top of me.

"Yeah," I agreed and I rolled my eyes. "I'm not a virgin anymore."

"Me neither," he chuckled and I blinked at him.

"I thought they said that you and that Justine girl…"

"We never did it," he shook his head. "She's a slut. I want a real girlfriend."

"Oh," I smiled, thinking about that as Gary pushed himself up and his cock fell out of my pussy with a small flood of cum.

"Are you alright?" he asked me. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No," I shook my head, reaching down to feel my pussy and I wondered if I was bleeding.

"I don't ever want to hurt you, Erin," Gary told me, sitting back in the driver's seat and fixing his pants.

"You didn't," I promised, fixing my thong as I sat up. "How, um…How do I fix the seat?"

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Mom was in bed when I got home. Gary had dropped me off and it had taken ten minutes to give him a kiss goodnight. All I wanted to do was make out with him and I'd felt his cock getting hard again, but it was late. The lights were on and according to Gary's watch it was almost ten. Mom was going to kill me, I figured, since I hadn't even bothered to call her.

"Ummph! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Owwww! Fuck! Harder!"

Or maybe she was a little busy. I stood in the living room blinking at the noises coming down the hallway from her bedroom. She was a little noisy sometimes, but usually Mom was pretty quiet when one of her boyfriends was over. Like the other night with Rick, they'd been real quiet, and I wondered if that was Rick she was having sex with or someone else.

"Shut-up, slut! Suck on this for awhile!" a man said and I heard a deep laugh.

"Noisy bitch, ain't she?" another man, a different man said.

"Yeah, but her ass is fine as hell, nigger!" a third man laughed and I swallowed hard.

My mom was having sex with three men? At the same time? And one of them was black…well, probably two of them were black, since only a black man could call another black man a nigger, right? Or Eminem maybe, but I seriously doubted he was fucking my mom in the butt!

I honestly didn't know what to do. I mean, they hadn't heard me come in, that was obvious. The bed was squeaking loudly and the headboard was banging against the wall, and all three of those guys were laughing it up. I wondered if I should sneak back out and just…wait? Or should I just go to my room, except I really wanted to take a bath and look at my pussy since I wasn't a virgin anymore. I was a little sore down there now and a lot messy! God! Gary must have put like a gallon of cum inside me and that thong didn't do anything as the stuff dripped out of my pussy and down my thighs.

In the end, I wanted to look. I wanted to see it, you know? Three men and my mom, how weird was that? She had to be a slut! That's what I was thinking, remembering what Heather had told me and probably it was all true. Any woman who would have sex with three guys at the same time…

Three black guys! I blinked as I peeked around the open doorway and they were all big and black, with glistening bodies and muscles and huge cocks! God! My mom was straddling one guy, taking his thick, black penis inside her pussy, while another guy was hunched over back with his cock stuffed in my mom's asshole! She was riding both of them, although the guy on the bottom didn't seem to be doing a whole lot. The guy on top was stroking Mom hard though and I stared at his long, ebony prick as it moved back and forth between her pale butt cheeks.

And the third guy was standing on the bed, sorta, kind of squatting actually and I couldn't see it, but I could hear the sound of my mom's mouth slobbering wetly around his cock. It was insane! The men were talking the whole time too, telling Mom how tight her ass was or how sweet her white pussy felt wrapped around a hard, black cock. I was frozen for a moment, like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck and then the guy facing me, the one my mom was sucking, saw me.

He looked right at me and a big, toothy smile spread across his face and he winked!

I jerked back with a rush of adrenaline and a flood of embarrassment. My heart was screaming and I felt wobbly and hot and I prayed he wouldn't say anything. I went to my bedroom and closed the door, locking it too and that was something I never did. But I locked it and turned on all the lights and got on my bed, sitting against the wall and holding my teddy bear against my breasts. It sounds dumb, but I half expected the guy to follow me.

He didn't though and I guess he didn't say anything to my mom either, because they were still fucking when I fell asleep sometime after midnight. They'd paused every now and again and I'd hear footsteps passing outside my room, one of the guys going to the kitchen maybe, or they wanted to use the bathroom. Then they'd start up again and maybe the guy had told his friends, because they were even louder than before. Nastier too. They called my mom a slut and a whore and told her clean the shit off their cocks and swallow their black cum. It was disgusting, some of the things they said, but Mom never complained.

She just begged for more like the slut she was.

I fell asleep curled up with my hand between my thighs. I'd jilled off twice listening to them. I couldn't help it. My cummy pussy was aching from being stretched out by Gary's cock. He'd broken my cherry too and now I could put a finger inside my cunt and feel it soft and mushy, and soaked with fuck juices. It felt good to play with myself, especially when I started imagining what those three guys could do to me.

Three big, muscular black men and a little fourteen year old high school freshman still wearing her uniform. Would they fuck me one at a time, I wondered, or would they do me the way they did my mom? All three of them ganging up on me, making a hot Erin sandwich as they fucked my pussy and virgin ass. I didn't want to like the idea, but I did. I'd seen it, those men with my mom, and the image was burned into my feverish brain. She'd been fucking them back, moving her hips and rocking her ass, pushing and pulling to get their fat cocks inside her.

I wanted to know how that would feel. What did a cock taste like? I wanted one stretching my lips and sliding over my tongue, fucking my mouth while another man pushed inside my pussy. And a cock in my butt…God! That had to hurt, but maybe not. Maybe it felt really, really good being buttfucked and I couldn't even imagine how full my mom must have felt with two cocks between her wide spread legs. She'd been asking for more, pleading with those men to give it to her harder and deeper. She must have cum all over that the black cock in her pussy too, and I fucked myself with two fingers in my creamy slit until I came with a gasp and shudder.

I fell asleep thinking about Mom and me side by side on her bed, both of us on our backs and smiling at each other while two black men fucked us. We'd kiss each other on the lips and play our tongues together while she played with my tits and I squeezed hers. They'd fuck us nice and hard until we were cumming all over their big, black pricks and then they'd switch. The cock that was covered with my mom's cum was sliding into my pussy easily, mixing our juices up while she took the cock that had been inside me.

That was a nice dream and I fell asleep with a smile on my face and a finger still inside my spermy hole.

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Mom was asleep and the black guys were gone when I got up for school. I was a mess too! Most of Gary's semen and my own girl cum had dried on my skin. It was kind of gross and I felt itchy, so I took a shower first thing. At least I wasn't really sore or anything. My pussy was tender, but not really bad and I didn't feel any pain when I washed my pussy out with my fingers. It actually felt pretty good.

The really strange thing though came later, on the bus as I sat in my usual spot and the usual men got on at the usual places. I wasn't scared at all. I wouldn't say I was bold or anything, I wasn't suddenly the most outgoing girl in the world, but I wasn't afraid like I'd always been before. I was relaxed, even comfortable as I sat between two full grown men, Clark Kent and another guy. I could look around if I wanted without worrying about meeting a man's eyes and when it did happen, I didn't blush and look down right away. I just sort of smiled and looked away casually, you know?

It was a rush and maybe it's not a big deal for most people, but it was for me. I felt like a whole new person!

"What's up with you?" Rita asked me on the bus to school.

"What do you mean?" I asked her, copying her math homework because I'd skipped that class the afternoon before. I wasn't looking forward to the trouble I'd be in for that, but at least I'd have my assignment done!

"You look happy," she grinned at me. "Usually you look pretty mad all the time."

"I do?" I narrowed my eyes at her and then shrugged. "I dunno. I guess I'm just happy today."

"I guess," she said, kind of teasing me and I sort of wanted to tell her about Gary and how I wasn't a virgin anymore. I seriously doubted Rita could keep something like that a secret though and she wasn't like a best friend anyway, so I'd wait until lunch and tell Denise.

"Hey Erin!" a guy said, giving me a smile as I walked through school and I actually smiled back at him!

A lot of guys said hi to me and it wasn't really unusual, but I'd always ignored them before. I used to walk around with my head down and practically running past small groups of boys, avoiding their eyes and all that. I was almost embarrassed to think of how shy I'd been, but not anymore! I kept my head up and if some boys looked at me? I didn't avoid them, I just kind of pretended like I wasn't really interested, you know. I teased them the way all the other really pretty girls in school did.

"Hey!" Gary found me as I stood at me locker and I smiled at him, a little shyly and my heart was pumping fast, but not because I was afraid.

"Hi," I smiled at him.

"Last night, um…" he chuckled softly and looked away for a second.

"What?" I asked, suddenly worried that maybe he didn't like me now that we had sex. That hadn't occurred to me before, but I'd heard of guys like that and I was afraid all of a sudden.

"It was pretty awesome," he looked back at me. "I just wanted to, um…Well…Do you want to go out with me tonight?"

"Oh!" I giggled and blushed, feeling silly for not trusting him. "Um…Maybe. I sorta have to ask my mom though."

"I can meet her," Gary said quickly. "I mean, I can come over and pick you up and if she wants to check me out or whatever…"

"Check you out?" I laughed and gave him my tongue.

"You know what I mean!" he laughed too and I nodded.

"Yeah. Okay," I agreed. "Like, um…six o'clock? Is that too early? Probably I can't stay out very late, so…"

"It's great!" he said. "Yeah. I'll be there."

"Okay."

"Okay."

The bell started ringing and Gary stole a kiss! He just kissed me right on the lips in the middle of school! God! I was so happy!

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The whole day was great! Everyone knew me now, since I was Heather's friend, and somehow everyone knew about Gary and me, but I didn't mind. I was a little surprised maybe, you know, that he would tell all his friends that he'd fucked me on our very first date, but all the other girls thought it was seriously cool.

"I heard you did it with Gary!" Denise said as soon as I sat down with her for lunch.

"Hey Erin! Can I sit with you?" Stacy asked me before I could answer Denise, and she wasn't really asking because she was already sitting down next to me.

"Hey! That's my seat!" Lisa made a face at Stacy and she took a seat next to Denise on the opposite side of the table.

"They really need a decent salad bar around here," Heather sighed and then smiled at Denise. "Hi! I'm Heather."

"I know," Denise said, blinking at the blonde cheerleader as Heather sat down between us, like at the head of the long table.

"You're kinda cute," Lisa giggled at her. "You got a boyfriend yet?"

"No," Denise turned a little pink.

"You like girls?" Stacy wondered with a giggle.

"What? No!" Denise frowned.

"Come on," I looked at Heather for help. "Be nice."

"Yeah! Be nice!" Heather said with mock sternness and that didn't make me feel any better.

"Sorry!" Stacy sang lightly. "Didn't mean anything by it, I just wondered. Some girls are and…"

"…Some girls really are!" Lisa laughed.

"So?" Heather smiled at me. "Did it hurt?"

"Did he have a huge cock?" Stacy asked me.

"Did he spunk you good?" Lisa grinned at me. "I bet he did, huh?"

"Ummm…" I made a face.

"Tell us all about it, Erin," Heather said.

"All the juicy details!" Lisa nodded.

"Don't leave anything out!" Stacy told me seriously. "It might be important."

"What? Shut-up!" I rolled my eyes.

"Everybody knows Gary fucked you," Heather said, biting a carrot stick and chewing slowly. "First date too! God!"

"She doesn't fool around!" Stacy laughed.

"Not yet anyway," Lisa said. "Wait until Monday!"

"You're a ringer, Erin!" Heather grinned at me and I blushed.

"What are you guys talking about?" Denise asked, looking around unhappily. She wasn't really thrilled to have our quiet lunch invaded by the three most popular girls in the whole school…Four if you counted me.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" Stacy grinned at her.

"Oh nothing," Heather sighed.

"I can tell your future," Lisa told Denise. "Want me to read your palm?"

"She really can," Stacy nodded. "Do it."

"You can not!" Denise smiled and looked at me. "Can she?"

"I don't know," I shrugged and looked at Heather.

"Yeah, Lisa's really good at it," Heather told us. "Try it."

"Ummm…no!" Denise shook her head.

"Why not?" Lisa pouted, reaching for my friend's arm. "It won't hurt! Come on, they charge like fifty bucks for this down at the Wharf."

"Go for it," I said with a smile.

"Alright," Denise said slowly as she gave her right hand to Lisa.

"Hmmm…" Lisa looked at it for a second and then let go. "Not that one. Give me the one you Jill off with."

"What?" Denise blinked at her and Stacy laughed. Heather just smiled at me.

"The one you play the organ with!" Lisa rolled her almond eyes.

"That's a guy thing, isn't it?" Stacy looked at me and I laughed.

"The one you rub your pussy with…" Lisa sighed, grabbing Denise's right hand. "This one! God! You do it like every night too!"

"What? No I don't!" Denise blinked at the other girl and her face was burning red with embarrassment.

"Don't lie to me!" Lisa said. "I can see it right here. You did it this morning before school."

"What? But how…I mean…No!"

"Liar!" Stacy laughed and it was kind of obvious. I mean, Denise lied even worse than I did.

"How old is she gonna be when she gets her cherry popped?" Heather asked.

"Hmmm…" Lisa smiled, sort of rubbing her thumb around Denise's palm, "…she's gonna be nineteen."

"Nineteen?" Denise stared at her hand.

"God!" Stacy laughed. "That sucks!"

"What is she a nun?" Heather wondered.

"On your wedding night," Lisa said. "That's kinda cool."

"Really?" Denise bit her lip. "I'm gonna get married when I'm nineteen?"

"Uh-huh and then…Oh!" Lisa frowned and Denise frowned and we all waited.

"What?" Denise finally asked.

"Your husband isn't the guy who pops your cherry though," Lisa said and I think we all blinked at her. "Some other guy…Hmmm…Weird."

"Are you serious?" Stacy asked.

"No," Lisa grinned at us.

"You bitch!" Heather rolled her eyes.

"God!" I laughed and Denise just stared at Lisa.

"Are you sure?" Denise frowned.

"Yeah," Lisa scrunched up her nose. "You wanna know what your first baby is going to be?"

"You can tell that?" I asked and Lisa shrugged.

"Sometimes," she said. "It's always easier if the girl Jills off a lot."

"Shut-up!" I snorted.

"What?" Lisa looked annoyed and then smiled at Denise. "You're gonna have a girl."

"I am?" Denise smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah," Lisa let go of her hand. "If you want to know the name of the guy you marry, you gotta do something for me."

"You know who I'm gonna marry?" Denise giggled nervously. "Who is it?"

"I told you," Lisa said. "You gotta do something for me first."

"What?"

We watched as Lisa leaned close, cupping her mouth to Denise's ear and the younger girl's hazel eyes got huge and her face turned scarlet and her mouth opened in a small, round O as in…

"Oh my God!" Denise gasped and stared at Lisa. "You want me to do…that?"

"Uh-huh," Lisa grinned and nodded eagerly.

"No way!" Denise said and she glanced at me and looked down quickly.

"Okay," Lisa shrugged and looked at Heather. "I guess she doesn't want to know."

"I guess not," Heather giggled and Stacy was rolling her eyes.

I really wanted to know what Lisa had asked Denise to do, but obviously I couldn't just ask. That sucked and I'd be curious about it the rest of my life probably.

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"Hey!" Lisa pulled up to the curb on a motorcycle, one of those big, black and red racing ones.

"What are you doing?" I grinned at her, standing in the middle of sixty other kids waiting for the busses to show up after school.

"Where's your new boyfriend?" she asked me.

"Gary? Wrestling practice," I said. "Why?"

"He oughta be practicing that with you!" Lisa giggled and the kids around me laughed. "Get on! I'll give you a ride home."

"I don't have a helmet," I protested, mostly because I was a little intimidated. I'd never been on a motorcycle in my life and that one looked too big for my Japanese friend!

"Me neither!" she said with a jerk of her head. "Don't worry, I'll go fast!"

"What?"

"So we don't get caught!" she rolled her eyes. "Hurry up!"

"Oh God!" I shook my head as I climbed on behind her and then frowned as my plaid skirt was pulled up high enough that everyone could see my pink panties.

"What are you doing?" Lisa looked over her shoulder. "Don't worry about your skirt, it'll probably blow off anyway! Hold on tight!"

"What?" I sorta had to yell because she was feeding the thing gas and it growled loudly.

"I said grab my tits!" she yelled and I wrapped my arms around Lisa's tummy as she took off so fast I thought we were going to fall off!

She drove her motorcycle like Heather drove her car and my blazer was trying to come off my shoulders, my blouse was in my face, and my skirt really was threatening to blow off. It was insane! And the vibrations between my thighs were intense as well. I mean, it felt good! My heart was pumping hard and fast, rushing adrenalin through my blood, I could barely breathe and Lisa's hair was whipping my face until I got smart and pressed my cheek against her back.

"Hey! Where are we going?" I finally got to ask her as we stopped for a train, and I'd been this way before.

"My place!" Lisa giggled.

"You live by Stacy?" I asked her and she grinned at me.

"I live with Stacy! Duh! Hold on!"

She took off again, going around a half dozen cars and a truck, and then weaving between the crossing gates as they were still down. The train had just passed the road, but it was going slow, and mostly I just really wanted to get wherever we were going safely, you know? It was fun, but not that much fun!

"Oh man!" I looked down at myself as I got off the motorcycle and I was a mess.

"You look great," Lisa said and she was just as frayed as I was.

"What are we doing here?" I asked her. "I gotta get home and call my mom. Gary's taking me out tonight and…"

"Is he?" Lisa smiled at that as we walked past the pool, but nobody was hanging out there today and I was almost disappointed. Those three guys I'd seen the day before had been seriously cute!

"Yeah," I nodded. "He's gonna come over at meet my mom and everything."

"Meet your mom!" Lisa giggled.

"What?" I frowned at her."

"It's just funny," she shrugged. "Relax! I'll get you home for your big date."

"Okay," I sighed. "But what are we doing here anyway?"

"What do you think?" Lisa grinned at me over her shoulder as she unlocked the door to the condo. "I wanna fuck."

"Oh!" I blinked at her and then we were standing in the dark as Lisa closed the door behind us and locked it. "How can you see anything?"

"Cat's eyes," she said. "Come on…watch out for the candles."

"Uhhh…" I laughed because I couldn't look out for anything!

"And don't step in the pentagram, whatever you do!"

"Okay," I cleared my throat as she pulled me along carefully. "Um…Why do you have a pentagram anyway?"

"Cause we're witches," Lisa said like that was perfectly reasonable.

"Who?" I asked slowly as we turned a corner and I knew we were in the hallway. "You and Stacy and Heather?"

"Nah," she told me. "Just me and Stacy. Heather's something else."

"She is?"

"Oh yeah!" she giggled. "Didn't she tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Nothing," Lisa sighed and I frowned and then she was pushing me down onto the bed. "I'll get the candles."

"Where's your parents?" I asked her, wincing at the sudden flare of light when she lit a match. "I mean, if you live here with Stacy?"

"Ummm…We don't really have any," she told me, lighting the dozen or so candles on the dresser and now its mirror had no writing on it at all. "Heather's Daddy takes care of us."

"He does?"

"Yeah!" Lisa smiled at me. "He got me that motorcycle. Pretty cool, huh? We love him."

"I guess so," I shrugged, taking off my blazer because it was pretty warm in that condo.

"God! You're fucking gorgeous, Erin. You know that?" Lisa had turned around and now she just looked at me as I sat there. "I wanted to fuck you so bad over at Heather's."

"You kinda did," I said with a nervous giggle.

"Yeah," she laughed too. "But not like I wanted to. Hold on a sec…"

I watched as she opened one of the dresser drawers and when she turned around I narrowed my eyes.

"What's that?" I asked her, trying to see it clearly in the flickering candlelight.

"My cock!" she giggled, walking over and handing me a dildo with elastic straps and Velcro and all that. "It's a strap-on dildo and I'm gonna fuck your brains out with it."

"Oh!" I smiled nervously because it looked kind of big and it felt really…firm!

"But first…" Lisa sighed, putting her hands on my shoulders and pushing me back, "…we gotta get warmed up. Don't we?"

"Yeah," I giggled, finding myself on my back with the Japanese girl straddling my hips with her knees.

"Let's take this off," she breathed, reaching down to unbutton my blouse.

I just watched her nimble fingers as they moved and I felt that familiar tingling, the good kind as I grew more and more excited. I wanted this, without a doubt, and it hadn't bothered me at all when Lisa had told me why she was bringing me home. I liked it. I liked the way she wasn't asking me, you know? She just wanted to have sex and the girl wasn't going to let me say no. I liked that a lot and my hands found her thighs and I stroked her smooth skin while she unwrapped me like a Christmas present.

It was better than Christmas and sometime later...

"Hmmm…Suck my pussy…Oh! Um! Yeah!" Lisa's sharp gasps filled the bedroom when she came.

"Ummph!" I moaned into her pussy, sucking at her juices and she had us in a side-by-side 69 after making out for a good half hour at least.

Now she was cumming and as I took her soft, fat labia into my mouth and chewed on them gently, her tongue was back inside my horny slit. Lisa kept it stiff and long, splitting my own tender folds and finding my recently deflowered hole. She wriggled it around with her lips closed around my hairless vulva. We were both clean shaven because Lisa had wanted me to be like her and now the girl was plainly enjoying it. I knew I was!

I'd cum once already, a nice one too, spilling my girl goo all over Lisa's tongue and she was trying to bring me off again. I felt her fingers pulling at my butt cheeks and she moved her mouth lower, licking and kissing my asshole. I did the same, playing follow the leader as the tip of my tongue worked against her tight sphincter. I could taste her skin, sweet and salty with sweat, and I savored the faint aroma of her sex and anus after a long day at school. I licked her ass and wet my finger with spit, pushing inside her Japanese butt slowly while she did the same to me.

It was a fun game and after a minute we were finger fucking each other in the ass while we sucked pussy and tried to make each other cum again. And we did! I came a few minutes later, grinding my cunt on Lisa's mouth as she licked and kissed me all over. I moaned loudly and bit her thigh, sucking on her soft skin without even realizing it. I'd left her with a nice hickey to remember me by and I giggled with the happy euphoria that my orgasms always brought.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Erin," Lisa panted, pulling away from me and reaching for her dildo.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I want you to fuck me good."

"You little slut!" she giggled. "Roll over. I wanna do it doggy style. On your hands and knees, bitch!"

"Ummmm…" I nodded, smiling and feeling my tummy full of those wonderful butterflies as I took the position she wanted.

"Ohhh…Pretty pussy…Good doggy…" Lisa breathed as I wagged my butt for her impatiently, looking over my shoulder.

"Arf!" I barked playfully and laughed as she moved behind me, kneeling on her bed and bringing the rounded tip of her dildo to my sex.

"Yeah…Hmmm…Feel that? Push, Erin…Fuck yourself on my cock!"

"Ahhh.." I hissed between my teeth as I pushed myself backwards, feeling my pussy being stretched around her dildo. It was a little bigger than Gary's cock, I thought, but not that much. It wasn't a huge toy, but still pretty big for me and my practically virgin cunt.

"Rock it, Erin…Rock my cock…Oh yeah…Like that…Do it! Fuck it now…Harder!"

SLAP!!

"Ow!" I winced as she spanked my butt and then giggled.

I was pushing myself onto her cock slowly, but surely, rolling my hips and moving my ass around. It didn't hurt, but it was a little uncomfortable at first. My pussy was wet anyway, really wet, and warmed up thanks to Lisa's tongue. The discomfort went away quickly and I didn't even mind Lisa spanking my ass, I liked that too and she would spank me sharply as she thrust with her hips, driving an inch or two inside me and then pulling back again.

"Now we're gonna fuck…" she breathed and I nodded my head as the girl held my hips and started working the full length of her dildo back and forth inside my pussy.

I opened up easily for her and soon Lisa was slamming her cock inside me hard! The tip of it would find the bottom of my sex, my soft, sensitive cervix, and it was like a kick between the legs, but a good one. A happy kick that sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine and I found myself pushing back to meet it. We had a rhythm going, unlike when Gary had fucked me, because we had all the room in the world to play with. Lisa could pull her dildo almost completely out of me and then drive it deep with one hard thrust to make me gasp and shudder with pleasure.

When I came, I couldn't stay up anymore. My orgasm hit me like an avalanche and I collapsed onto the bed, lying on my tummy with Lisa on top of me. Her tits rubbed my back and her cock stayed inside my cunt. She just fucked me through my orgasm, kissing my hair and my face, holding me by the shoulders as she rode me eagerly. I came again, like riding a roller coaster up and down. I was whimpering and writhing beneath her, and Lisa kept fucking me even harder as she sought her own release.

"Ohhhh…Fuck! I'm cumming! Take it…You slut! Fuck! Erin!"

Lisa pushed her dildo deep, the way Gary had done it, and she was grinding against me hard. She'd pushed herself up on her arms with her hands on my shoulders, pressing me into the bed as she arched her back. My cunt spasmed around the dildo buried to hilt inside me and I had one last cum with her. It was incredible how good that felt, being fucked for a good twenty minutes or probably even longer than that. I was sore and tired and my pussy was soaked, the sheets beneath me stained with pussy juice and girl cum.

I only wished Lisa's cock had been real so I could have felt her cumming deep inside me. She could have knocked me up and put a baby in my belly. That would have made it perfect.

 

        Tag Erin: Chapter 3