The Hot Bitch

	by RLM


	Amanda Roberts had just turned 17.  After climbing out of the
shower the morning after her 16th birthday, she surveyed herself
in the full-length mirror in her bedroom.  She liked what she
saw.  Just a few years before, both the boys and the other girls
were calling her the "beanpole" because of her 5' 5", skinny
body.  At 13, she looked like a boy above the waist, in fact,
some of the older, overweight boys had bigger breasts than she
had.  In addition, her legs were skinny, and she had some acne on
her face.  Since she was very sensitive about her body and its
lack of femininity, she always wore baggy clothes, which just
provided another opportunity for the other kids to tease and
taunt her.  To say this angered her would be a gross
understatement.  But Amanda tells the story better than I.

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	When I was 14, Brad, one of the more attractive and sexy boys in
the school, had asked me out on a date.  It was my first date
and, needless to say, I was just thrilled.  Although I had begun
to fill out a little, my body was still skinny and boyish in
appearance.  So much so, I didn't really understand why a boy
like Brad would have asked me out.  But I didn't care what his
reasons were.  I  was just enormously pleased to finally have my
first date.

	Brad took me to a movie, and after the movie, we had gone to a
local student hangout for a hamburger and a malt.  As we were
eating, I couldn't help but notice that a lot of the other girls
and boys were looking at us and laughing.  When I looked at
Brad's face, I saw that he was beet red with embarrassment.  As
soon as we finished eating, Brad stood up and said, "It's getting
late, Amanda.  We need to go."

	When we arrived in front of my house, Brad escorted me to the
front door, said good night, and turned to leave.  I was really
disappointed that he had not kissed me good night as it would
have been my first real kiss.  "Maybe he's just too shy," I
thought, so I decided to give him a little encouragement.  Aloud,
I said, "Brad, I had a wonderful time.  Would you like to kiss me
good night?"

	Brad turned toward me and said, "No, thanks, Amanda.  Glad you
enjoyed the evening."

	"Don't you enjoy kissing girls?" I asked, perplexed at his
response.

	"I love kissing girls, but not skinny beanpoles," he sneered.

	My face flashed red with a combination of embarrassment and
anger.  "If you feel that way, why did you ask me out in the
first place?"

	"Because I lost a bet on a football game.  As a result, I had to
ask you out on a date, take you to movie, then to Larry's and to
have a hamburger.  Didn't you see how many of the guys and girls
were there to watch me paying off the bet?  But there was no
condition that I have to kiss you."  With that, Brad turned on
his heel and left me standing on the front porch alone.

	Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting in my bedroom alone.  Many
other girls would have been crying their eyes out on their
mother's shoulder while being comforted.  Some would have refused
to return to school on Monday because of the vicious teasing that
was certain to come.  But I was cut from a different mold.  For
an hour, I sat unmoving on my bed without a single tear escaping
my eyes.  My sole emotions were intense anger bordering on hatred
and an overwhelming desire for revenge.

	In the midst of this black anger, I remembered something I had
read... "Don't get mad... Get Even!"  That thought spun through
my head again and again.  Eventually, my anger dissipated to be
replaced with a iron-willed resolve to get even many times over.
That night, on my front porch, and later in my bedroom, a
predatory tigress was born.

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	Two years later, at 16, my hormones kicked in big time.  As a
result, my curves began to develop rapidly.  My buttocks fleshed
out into a what I thought was a gorgeous, sexy ass.  In addition,
my calves and thighs developed the soft, smooth, sensuous curves
that gives men erections.  My non-existent breasts enlarged and
enlarged rapidly until I was having to buy new bras every few
months to keep them concealed and supported.  My acne for some
reason vanished.

	Shortly after all this had happened, Ben Fredericks asked me if
I would like to go to the new sequel to "Terminator".  Ben was a
junior, a good student, and already on the first-team varsity
basketball team.  He was also really cute.  It wouldn't have
mattered if he had asked me if I would like to join him to watch
the grass grow in his front yard, my answer would have been the
same, an emphatic "Yes!".

	Even though I was wildly excited over Ben asking me for a date,
I was also worried that it might be a repeat of that awful date
with Brad two years before.  What if he didn't want to kiss me? 
Was he asking me out because he had lost a bet?  Was I going to
be humiliated again?  I was hoping desperately that none of these
things would happen because I really didn't think I could stand
another Brad-type date.

	Ben borrowed his Dad's car and picked me up at my house at 7:30
PM, just as he had promised.  I had spent an hour bathing and
fixing my hair and makeup, and then another hour trying to decide
what to wear.  I certainly wanted him to like the way I looked. 
I finally decided to wear a red tank top and short denim skirt
with a bare midriff.  With a pair of red heels, I thought I would
get Ben's attention.

	When I came to the door to meet him, he couldn't take his eyes
off me.  I almost decided to run back upstairs and change, but he
seemed so excited, I just took his arm and smiled.  As we drove
to the movie, he kept glancing over at me until I couldn't resist
any longer.  I scooted over and sat right next to him, our thighs
touching.  He didn’t need any more of a hint than that as I felt
his arm encircling my shoulders.  I snuggled against him.

	Before we reached the theater, my head was against his chest,
and his arm was beneath mine, his hand covering my breast.  He
gently squeezed it and I couldn't suppress the shudder of
excitement that surged through my pussy.  By the time, we had
gotten out of the car, I could feel the wetness between my
thighs.

	The sequel to "Terminator" was tense and exciting, but all I
could think about was Ben's hand covering my breast, gently
moving below and cupping me... then few minutes later, it was
exploring the upper slope and my thrusting, hard nipple.  During
one of the action sequences of the movie when everyone was
watching the screen, I felt Ben's hand moving inside my top onto
my bare breast.

	For the last fifteen minutes of the movie, Ben's hand was
exploring all of my naked breast.  His fingers caressed the hard
nipple... squeezing it... pulling it.... twisting just enough to
make me moan.  I was certain that the back of my skirt was now
wet as sexual secretions were gushing every time Ben's hand
squeezed my nipple and made my vagina throb.

	When the movie ended, and the lights came up, Ben discreetly
removed his hand from inside my top and escorted me back to the
car.  "Did you enjoy the movie?" he asked.

	I leaned close and whispered in his ear, "It was very exciting
but not nearly as exciting as what your hand was doing to me all
through the movie."  My hand moved downward felt his rigid, hard
cock.  "I think it got you excited too."

	"Oh yeah!  I did.  I still am."

	By the time we pulled out of the parking lot, I was again
snuggled against Ben with my head on his shoulder.  However, he
didn't have his hand back inside my top like he did in the
theater.  The reason was that he had pulled my top down and both
of my tits were sticking out giving him total access, and he was
making the most of it.

	"Lie on your back, Amanda, with your head in my lap," he
ordered.

	"Oh yes!" I moaned as I flipped over and laid my head against
his hard erection.  As his hands roamed over my naked tits and
nipples... pinching and squeezing both, I could feel his organ
jerking and throbbing inside his pants.

	"I don't want to take you home yet, Amanda.  Can you stay out a
little later?"

	"It's not quite 10 PM yet, Ben.  My parents told me to be home
by 11.  So we have another hour.  What do you want to do?"

	"Can we go out to the lake and court, Amanda?  I know it's our
first date, but I'm just so turned on.  I sort of think you are
too."

	I grinned and whispered, "How could I possibly not be with you
playing with my naked tits like this?"

	"Can we go out to the lake?" Ben asked, hopefully.

	"Don't ask me, Honey.  You're in charge.  Just take me to the
lake, and if I object, just tell me to be quite."

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	We had been parked at the lake for 30 minutes.  My short skirt
was now lying on the floorboard of the car, and my top was down
around my waist.  I still had my red panties on, but the way Ben
was exciting me, I doubted that I would have them on much longer.


	My nipples were red and swollen from Ben's sucking mouth and his
exploring fingers that twisted and pulled each one until my hips
were arching upward in what any man would recognize as female
coital thrusts.  I couldn't stop moaning.

	His mouth had been pressed against mine continuously for the
last 10 minutes, his tongue exploring deep inside my mouth and
then retreating to allow mine to thrust into his.  Panting, I
broke the kiss, and whispered, "I want to see it.  Can I take it
out?"

	Has any man ever refused that request from a woman?  If so, Ben
isn't one of the guys who has done so.  He groaned and pulled my
hand to his crotch.  It felt huge... like a writhing snake
struggling to get free so that it could strike and shoot its
liquids.

	Unzipping his pants, my hand explored inside and quickly found
the throbbing barrel of his sex gun.  I pulled it out and 
gasped.  It was about 6 and a half inches long and very thick...
above average in length and well above average in girth... but
since it was my first cock, it seemed absolutely huge to me.

	"OOhh... It's beautiful!"  I gushed, meaning every word.  Just
feeling it throb in my hand was making my cunt pulse.  My panties
were so sodden they could no longer contain my gushing juices
which were now running down my thighs.

	I squeezed it, and Ben emitted a deep masculine groan of
pleasure.  I had read books on how a man masturbates or jerks
off, as I had heard my female friends call it.  Wrapping my hand
around the shaft, I began to jerk it, hoping I was doing it
right.

	"OOohhhhh fuckkkkkkk!  That's fantastic!  You'll make me cum if
you keep that up, Amanda."

	"I'm about to cum too, Ben.  My pussy is gushing and throbbing."

	"I know... I can smell your aroma."

	"You can smell me?"

	"Oh yeah... it's so damn sexy."

	"Should I jerk you faster?"

	"Just like you're doing it, but when I'm about to cum, jerk it
faster.  It would be even better if you would put it in your
mouth.  But you don't have to do that."

	"Can I?"

	"You want to?"

	"Oh yes!  I want to suck you and make you shoot off.  You're in
charge... just tell me suck it and I will."

	"Ooohhh...yeaahhhh... Suck it, Amanda.  SUCK MY COCK AND MAKE ME
CUM!"

	Frantically, I lowered my head over his cock and let my lips
slide over the big head.  Ben moaned and said, "Move closer,
Amanda and spread your legs so I can put my fingers in you."

	A moment later, deep masculine grunts of passion mixed with the
higher pitched squeals of feminine delight as my pussy throbbed
about his plunging fingers and his sex gun prepared to fire it's
cum bullets down my throat.

	We both came at almost the same time.

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	I dated Ben again the following week, and this time we didn't
even bother with the movie.  Before we were half way to the lake,
Ben had my jacket and skirt lying on the floorboard leaving me
with just my see-through top and panties.  But it was fair,
because I had his pants off and his cock out too.

	I couldn't resist sucking him while he was trying to drive, and
we almost had a wreck.  He made me stop, so I leaned back against
the door facing him with my legs wide open.  We almost had
another wreck when I pushed my hand into my panties and began
sliding two fingers in and out of my pussy.

	Finally, we got to the lake and he parked in some trees near the
campground.  As soon as he got the car parked, he was on me...
his mouth covering mine, his hands pulling down my top to expose
both of my tits and their very hard nipples.  I pushed him back
and slid my lips down his cock until the throbbing head was
pushing at my throat.

	While sucked him, I felt my panties being yanked up into my slit
and being rubbed over my throbbing clit.  The sensation was more
than I could stand.  "Hurry," I moaned.  "Let's get in the back
seat so we have more room."

	I climbed over the seat in record time and was waiting for him
on my back with my legs wide open.  I had also gotten rid of my
panties.  Ben mounted me, his lips pressing against mine in a
deep, passionate kiss.  From there, his lips traveled downward to
my heaving breasts and nipples.  Before he had finished with
them, my nipples were hard as pencil erasers and tingling.

	His lips continued their downward journey until they found my
lower lips.  His tongue split them and delved inside my hot slit.
 I began to wail as I felt my first male tongue licking my
clitoris.  I came within a minute.  My juices gushed out over
Ben's face.  He pulled away surprised and then watched my cunt
and clit contracting in an intense orgasm.  By this time, his
cock was hard as stone.

	While I lay on the back seat, my cunt still throbbing, I watched
as he reached into the front seat for his pants.  He took out a
condom packet, tore it open and rolled the sheathe down his
iron-hard cock.  When it was in place, he moved between my thighs
on his knees and said, "I'm going to fuck you, Amanda.  Right
now!"

	I had another minor climax when he just told me I was going to
be fucked.  I wasn't given a choice.  He mounted me, hooked my
legs over his arms and pushed them up, spreading them as they
rose. My pussy was gaping hole waiting for his male spear gun.

	"Are you a virgin?"

	"Yes," I moaned.

	"In a few moments you'll won't be.  You'll be a woman."

	He fitted his cock into my opening and pushed it gently until
the head was inside me.  I wailed in intense female heat from
feeling my first cock within my pussy.

	"FUCK ME!" I screamed in helpless passion.

	Ben pushed in another half inch until his cock encountered my
obstructing membrane... my maidenhead... my hymen... my cherry,
my virginity.  "I feel my cock against your cherry, Amanda."

	"Please... make me a woman.  SCREW ME!  FUCK ME!  POUND IT INTO
MEEEEEE!"  I heard myself begging.

	Ben pushed his cock against my cherry.  It gave slightly sending
a stab of pain through me.  "OOOhhhhhhhhhh  god... hurts," I
moaned.

	For the next few minutes, Ben slowly worked his cock deeper and
deeper into my fuck channel forcing my membrane to stretch more
and more.  It hurt, but it was a hot, sensuous pain."

	"Ben," I moaned.  "I'm really am ready now.  Drive it in all the
way.  Rip me open, Lover.  Bust my cherry, Stud!"

	Ben kissed me, pushed his hands under my ass to keep me in
position, pulled his cock back until only the head was still
lodged inside my vagina... He paused... I waited...legs up...
spread... pussy elevated... ready... my cunt throbbing in
anticipation."

	Ben snapped his hips forward slamming his entire cock into my
cunt with one hard lunge.  My hymen ripped apart opening up my
fuck hole for the hard cock which stretched me open and plunged
down ... down...down... to the very bottom of my hole.  I
screamed with the sharp pain.

	But then Ben was fucking me... hard... fast... strokes of a
rutting male who has been denied for too long and was now using
my hot hole for his own pleasure.  The pain was lost in the
exquisite sensation of being fucked like a hot slut.  The thick
cock thudded into me again and again.  I came... then I came
again.  Finally, I felt Ben's cock jerking and pulsing inside me
as he filled the condom with his load.  I wished he were shooting
it into my cunt.

	Before we left, Ben fucked me two more times, and I had more
orgasms than I could count.  The second time, he took me doggy. 
The third time, I rode his cock making myself cum over and over
until it seemed like my pussy was exploding continuously.

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	On Friday of the same week that Ben and I spent the evening at
the lake screwing, Paul Jacobs saw me in the student cafeteria
and sat down beside me.  "Mind if I join you?" he asked.

	Paul was a senior and a real hunk so naturally I responded,
"Sure.  Sit down.  I'm Amanda Roberts."

	"I know.  Ben told me your name.  Are you dating him
exclusively?"

	"No.  Not at all.  We've gone out a couple of times.  And what
else did Ben tell you?"

	"Just your name.  Are you doing anything Friday after school and
that evening?"

	"Nothing planned yet.  Why?"

	"Well, obviously, I'd for you to go out with me.  My Dad has a
small powered sailboat on the lake.  We could go sailing and
boating in the afternoon and then out for something to eat in the
evening and some dancing maybe.  Interested?"

	"Very much.  What should I wear sailing?"

	"Halter... shorts... tennis shoes.  Something sexy, of course."

	"OH?  And how about you?  Are you going to be wearing something
sexy?"

	"I think you'll like it.  Bring a bag with your clothes in it. 
We'll head out right after the last class Friday afternoon.

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	On Wednesday evening, Mom and I were having dinner alone as my
Dad was out of town on another one of his monthly site visit
trips that went along with his position as the regional sales
manager for his firm.

	"Are you dating Ben steady now?" Mom asked.

	"No.  I've been out with him twice... that's all."

	"Any other guys in the picture yet?"

	"One.  Paul Jacobs asked me to go sailing with him on his dad's
boat this Friday afternoon and then out to dinner and maybe
dancing later."

	"He's a senior isn't he?"
	
	"Yeah."

	"He might be a little too old for you, Amanda."

	"Well, if he thinks I'm too young, he doesn't have to ask me for
a date.  So what's the problem.  He seemed very anxious to have
me accept when he asked me out."

	"Oh, I'm sure he was.  You're a beautiful girl.  I'm just
worried that he's just interested in getting into your panties."

	"Don't men always want to get into a woman's panties, Mom?  If I
turn down every guy that wants to have sex with me, I never will
have any dates."

	My Mom laughed and then said with a big grin, "You do have a
really good point there, Amanda."

	The conversation lagged for a bit while we finished our dinner.
As we were doing up the dishes, Mom said, "Can we have a really
frank discussion about sex, Amanda?  Or would that bother you?"

	"Well, a little.  You're my Mom.  It's sort of hard for me to
talk really frankly about sex with my Mom, you know.  Did you
ever do that with your mom?"

	"No, I didn't.  I'd like things to be different between us than
they were for me and my mother.  How about we have a girl-to-girl
talk... instead of mother-daughter?  Would that be better?"

	"Yeah.  It would.  Can we really do that?"

	"I can if you can," Mom replied.

	"All right.  Is it Ok if I call you Joan rather than Mom?"

	"Absolutely!  Can I start?  Or do you want to?"

	"Maybe you should start, and I'll just follow where ever the
talk leads."

	"Ok.  Are you and Ben having sex, Amanda?  Or have you done it
with anyone else?"

	"Done it?  If we're really going to talk woman-to-woman, I think
we should say it like it is."

	"Fair enough.  Has Ben fucked you yet, Amanda?  Anyone else get
into you yet?"

	"He didn't screw me on the first date, but last week, we spent
the entire evening parked at the lake.  He fucked me three times.
 But don't worry.  He used a condom each time.  Actually, I was
sort of wishing he wouldn't.  It would have been more fun."

	"I'll take you to my gynecologist tomorrow afternoon and get you
on the pill."

	"Really?  That would been great, Joan."

	"How about other guys?  Have you screwed any of the other boys?"

	"No.  Ben was my first."

	"Wow!  You kept your cherry longer than I did."

	"When did you lose yours?"

	"I was 15.  It was after a football game.  My boyfriend took me
to a party afterwards... I had too many beers... and so... the
next day, I wasn't a virgin any longer."

	"You were drunk?  He shouldn't have taken you when you were
drunk."

	"Amanda... guys are never going to pass up pussy.  Besides, I
really wasn't drunk.  But that was my excuse.  The truth is that
I wanted him to fuck me... and he did.  Twice."

	"MMmmm... That's sexy, Mom...  I mean Joan."

	"How about Paul this weekend?  Will you have sex with him?"

	"He's a really good looking, sexy guy, Joan.  I doubt that I'll
be able to say no if he decides he wants me."

	"Oh, he's already decided that he wants you.  I guess I really
do need to get you on the pill tomorrow morning."

	"You think so?"

	"I do.  I'll be surprised if you get off the boat without being
screwed.  And he'll probably give it to you again later Friday
night.  What about Ben?  Is he history now?"
	
	"No.  Why would you think that?  I like Ben, and he was really
good.  If he wants to date me again, I'll go out with him."

	My mom laughed.  "You just like variety, huh?  I'm not
surprised... Like mother... like daughter.  You're as much of a
hot bitch as I was... am."

	"Well, so far, I've just had Ben.  I am excited about the
thought of Paul fucking me.  It's so hot and sexy.  Did you have
many guys when you were in high school?"

	"Nineteen before I got out of high school, but don't tell your
father.  He has no clue."

	"Mom... I mean Joan... what about... I mean... what about when
Dad's..."  I lapsed into silence unable to finish my question.

	"Go on," she urged with a smile.

	"You know what I mean."

	"I do... but you have to ask... just like I asked you about Ben,
Paul, and the others."

	Taking a deep breath, I asked, "Do you see anyone when Dad's
traveling once a month?"

	"I see a lot of people, Honey.  My girlfriends, the members at
the country club, friends on the golf course.  I'm not lonely."

	"You know that's not what I'm asking.  Do you have sex with
anyone when Dad's out of town?"

	"Is this in confidence or do intend to blab to all your girl
friends?"

	"I assume you're not going to tell everyone about me.  Your my
mother... why would I tell anyone things you tell me in
confidence?"

	"Ok.  Mutual trust then.  Yes.  I have a few men I see when it's
safe... like when Carl is traveling.  I'm sure he has women he
sees on his trips.  I don't ask him.  He doesn't ask me."

	I grinned.  "Thanks for being truthful with me, Joan.  I knew
you did.  I was just sort of testing you."

	My mother was obviously shocked.  "How did you know.  You're
just making that up, aren't you?"

	"No.  I knew.  Several times when Dad's been out of town and
I've gone to a school function like cheer leading practice or a
pep rally, the event has been cancelled or I've gotten bored and
cut out.  Almost every time that's happened, and I've come home
early, I've heard you in your bedroom.  You're really loud and
it's always obvious when you're being fucked."

	"You've never told me."

	"No.  I didn't want to embarrass my mother, and listening to you
being screwed is incredibly hot."

	"And what did you do, young lady, while you listened to your
mother pleasuring a man?"

	"I masturbated, of course, either with my fingers or my
vibrator.  I think I came every time you did."

	"You Hot Bitch!"

	"You Sexy Slut!"

	Mom hugged me and I hugged her back.  Then, she smiled and said,
"I hope Paul does you really good this weekend, Honey.  I'll want
to hear all the sexy details."

	"Ok.  And who will you be seeing while I'm out on Paul's boat
and later dancing with him?"

	"Mmmmmm... Ok.  Fair enough.  His name is Andy Michaels.  He's
27 years old.  He works with heavy equipment...  really heavy
equipment!"  Mom grinned again, and I didn't need to ask what
heavy equipment she was talking about.

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	On Friday afternoon before our last class, Paul came to me while
I was at my locker.  "Are you ready, Amanda?  Got your stuff for
boating and then for the evening?"

	"It's all right here in this bag, Paul.  I'm really excited. 
I've never been sailing before.  Do you know how or do we have a
crew to help with the boat?"

	"Just the two of us, Amanda.  It's a small boat, and I can
easily handle it.  I've been out many times.  What are you
wearing?  Shorts and halter?  Swim suit?"

	"You'll just have to wait and see, Paul."

	"Ok.  We'll stop by my house so I can change and pick up the
keys to the boat house.  You can change there if you like."

	Paul's parents were not at home when we arrived, and I thought
he might take the opportunity to make out with me, but he didn't.
 "I'll get the keys and change upstairs.  You can use the guest
bedroom here, Amanda."

	When Paul came downstairs again, he was wearing a beach robe and
a very tight, spandex suit underneath.  The bulge in his suit
made it very obvious that he was much more hung than Ben.  I
wondered how big he would be.

	I was also wearing a beach robe, but it was longer and concealed
what I had on underneath better than Paul's did.

	"Come on, Amanda.  Let me see.  Open your robe."

	"Ok.  You asked for it.  I pulled open the robe.  I got an
immediate reaction from Paul.

	"OMG!  That suit almost isn't there.  You look great."

	"I have a suit in my bag that shows less if you think it would
be more appropriate.  Should I put it on?"

	"Hell no!  I love that suit!"
	
	I stared at Paul's suit and noticed his bulge had gotten much,
much bigger.  "It does look like you like it.  I'm not sure that
your suit is going to contain that thing."

	"I have a bigger, baggier suit upstairs.  Should I put it on?"

	"Hell no!  I love that suit!"  I gushed.

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	The boat was very nicely appointed and attractive.  It turned
out that there wasn't really enough wind to sail so we used the
motor to cruise around the lake.

	"That suit you're wearing doesn't really conceal much, Amanda. 
Why don't you just take it off?"

	"Want me to?"

	"You know I do."

	One tug was all it took to undo my top and let it fall to the
deck.  "Like my tits, Honey?"

	"Oh god!" Paul moaned.  Now his suit couldn't contain his big
cock.  Two inches of rigid man meat was thrusting out the
waistband.

	Bending over, I pulled my thong down my hips and stepped out of
it, leaving it lying on the deck beside my discarded bra.  "Hope
you like shaved pussy, Honey," I smiled as I turned toward Paul
so he could see my bare mound and enticing slit between my
thighs. Another inch of cock pushed up out of his suit.

	"I'd say that your suit isn't concealing anything, Paul.  Take
it off."

	"I was hoping you'd ask," he growled as he pulled it down.  What
had to be an rigid 8-inch cock reared up at a 70 degree angle or
so, its big head throbbing.  A small strand of precum swung from
its tip.

	"I think he likes my shaved pussy."

	"He loves it, Amanda."

	"Shall we get some sun?" I suggested as I leaned back against
the side of the boat spreading my legs as I did so.  Paul eyes
were drilled right on my exposed pussy.  His cock looked
absolutely rigid with male lust.

	"Some other boats may pass by.  Maybe we should go below where
it's more private," Paul suggested.

	"We won't get any sun below deck.  We have all day.  Be patient,
Honey.  Besides, if it bothers you that I'm naked, I'll fix that.
 Just a sec."  I searched through my bag for a moment until I
found the two red pasties I had brought along.  I pressed them to
my nipples and said, "There.  Now I'm decent."

	I could feel Paul's eyes devouring me as I undulated toward the
bow of the boat and lay down on the deck with my knees steepled
and spread.  "How do you like my matching outfit, Honey?  Red
pasties and red heels... do you like?"

	Paul didn't have to answer.  His cock answered for him as it was
now standing almost straight up against his belly.

	"Your gorgeous," he groaned.  "I want to fuck you.  I've got to
fuck you!  You're driving me crazy!"

	"Well, I hope you're gonna fuck me.  That's why we're here isn't
it?  But I want to get a little sun first before you mount me and
shield me from the sun."

	Paul couldn't keep from wrapping his hand around his throbbing
erection and squeezing the shaft.  The big head turned purple as
it became engorged with blood and masculine lust for my cunt. 
"You're one hot Bitch," he growled.  "Forget the fucking sun and
get those ridiculous pasties off.  I'm going to fuck you.  NOW!"

	I just barely had time to pull off the pasties before Paul have
pushed me to the edge of the deck and thrust his head between my
thighs.  As soon as his tongue entered my hot slit, my head
lolled backward as my hips humped against his mouth.

	A moment later, he had his tongue on my clit, pleasuring me. 
Now it was my turn to grunt and groan in a higher pitched female
squeal of pleasure.  He stayed on my clit, his tongue sliding
over the pulsing shaft and from there moving over the tip of my
throbbing organ.  Suddenly, my clitoris erupted.  It contracted
in one intense spasm after the next as my vagina spewed juices
all over Paul's face.  If there had been any other boats within a
quarter of a mile, they would have easily heard me howling as my
climax engulfed me.

	Now it was Paul's turn.  He moved from between my thighs and sat
on the boat's railing.  "Suck me!" he ordered.  I bent over and
did what he wanted.  I pushed three inches of his big organ into
my mouth.  His hands went to the back of my head and held it in
place while he pumped two more inches of prick into my throat.

	I gagged and he stopped to allow me to recover.  When the
gagging stopped, he forced my head down his rod again until two
inches of cock were in my throat.  Again I gagged.  He pulled
out... waited... then shoved his rod back down my throat.  After
five or six tries, I had four inches of cock in my mouth and
another three down my gullet.  Now Paul began to slowly mouth
fuck me.

	I assumed he intended to cum in my mouth, but he had other plans
for his first load.  When he pulled out, he searched in his
wallet for a condom.  "You don't need that, Honey.  I'm on the
pill.  You can cream my hot cunt, Baby.  Come on.  I'm hot again.
 Give it to me!"

	He pulled me onto his lap, my back against his chest.  Reaching
down, I aligned the huge sex spear with my opening and sank down
on him.  The feeling of that big cock stretching my cunt as it
sank into me was delicious.  He hadn't pumped more than a few
times when I convulsed in another orgasm.

	Paul continued to fuck me for ten minutes until I had cum again.
 Finally, he had reached his limit.  "I can't hold it much
longer, Amanda.  I need to cum.  Get on your back."

	I laid down on the deck, spread my legs, and Paul mounted me
I screamed when his big dick slammed into my cunt, stretching me
open and pounding all the way into me.  He fucked me like a wild
stallion... grunting like rutting male on top of a howling,
wailing female whose pussy was erupting in intense contractions
around his hammering sex spike.  "AAAHHH FUCK... I'M CUMMING IN
YOU, AMANDA... UGH... UGH... UGH... HERE IT COMES!!!"

	Another climax surged through me as I felt his cock jerking
inside my cunt as it ejected gush after gush of thick cum into my
belly.  Before he pulled it out, a river of semen was running out
of my stretched, well-fucked hole.

	"I'm sorry, Amanda.  I just couldn't hold it any longer."

	Hugging his body tightly against mine, I whispered in his ear,
"You're not supposed to hold it, Lover.  You're supposed to
spread me... fuck me... and then shoot your cum load into my
cunt.  That's what you did... and I loved it.  You can shoot in
me anytime you want, Paul."

	Before Paul docked in the boat house two hours later, he had
pumped two more loads into me... one in my mouth and the other in
my cunt when I was in doggy position.

-----------------------------------
	
	After Paul had the boat properly docked and the boat house
locked, we drove back to his house.  His parents were home and he
introduced me.

	"So you're Amanda.  Paul has talked about you all week," Maria
Jacobs said as she smiled and kissed me on the cheek.  When she
backed away, she winked at me with a knowing look on her face.
Since I had had no opportunity to bathe after Paul had spent most
of the afternoon screwing me, I was sure she could easily smell
the musky aroma of sex when she kissed my cheek.

	"Paul says the two of you are going out to dinner.  Why don't
you use the guest bedroom upstairs to clean up, Amanda.  There's
a connected private bath with fresh towels and shampoo.  There's
also a variety of cosmetics if you need any.  Did you bring a
change of clothes with you?"

	"Thank you.  And yes I did.  They're in my bag which is already
in the guest room.  Paul said I could use it to change this
afternoon before we went out on your boat.  Mr. Jacobs, that's
the nicest private boat I've ever been on.  I just wish the wind
had been enough to let us do some sailing."

	"Not enough wind?  Did Paul tell you that?"

	"Yeah.  That's what he said.  Well, I better start getting
ready."  As I walked up the staircase to the guest bedroom, I
heard Mr. Jacobs saying to his wife, "Why did Paul tell her there
wasn't enough wind?  There was plenty for sailing."

	At the head of the stairs, I stopped to hear Maria's answer. 
"Because, Dear, it's very hard to sail a boat when you're busy
fucking that gorgeous young woman."

	"It was their first date.  You think Paul fucked her?"

	"Absolutely certain.  I could smell the sexy aroma of recent sex
on her when I kissed her cheek."

	As I walked to the guest bedroom, I was thinking that Paul had
some really cool parents.

--------------------------

	For dinner, I dressed in an attractive, tight black dress.  The
hemline was within two inches of my knees, but there was a split
up the side that rose halfway up my thigh.  The dress showed a
little cleavage but was still on the conservative side. 
Underneath, I was wearing a black garter belt and some sexy
patterned hose.  I was certain Paul would like my dress.

	I was right.  Paul did like my dress, but I thought Mr. Jacobs
was even more turned on by it than Paul was.  Of course, Paul had
already screwed me three times that afternoon.  By the time we
left for dinner, I was pretty certain that Mr. Jacobs had a
partial erection.

	Paul took me to the Olive Garden for Italian food.  I told him
that I thought it was too expensive, but he said money wasn't
that big an issue, so I relaxed and enjoyed dinner.  When the
dessert came, I asked, "Where do you plan to take me after
dinner, Paul?  Are we still going dancing?"

	"We can if you like.  But, what I'd really like more is to take
you back to my bedroom."

	"But your parents will be home," I protested.

	"They were going out to the Country Club to meet some friends
and for dinner.  We'll have the house to ourselves."

---------------------------

	Thirty minutes later, Paul had me in his bed wearing nothing but
my stockings and garter belt.  I was standing next to the
headboard with my hands on the wall while he stood behind me
plowing my pussy from the rear.  It wasn't the best position, but
it was so erotic that neither of us had a problem reaching an
orgasm.

	After we rested, Paul went down on me.  He was expert at working
on a girl's pussy with his mouth and tongue.  He took his time
licking every inch of my belly, legs, and pussy before he finally
pressed his tongue hard against my clitoris and brought me to an
intense orgasm.

	When my climax had ebbed, I rolled over on him and took his
partially hard cock into my mouth.  It didn't take long before he
had a raging erection.  I felt him roll me onto my back and mount
me.  Spreading wide, I gave him room to move deep into my sex
saddle.  A long, low, passionate groan let anyone in the house
know that his hard cock had just speared me and that I was now
being thoroughly fucked.

	He screwed he steadily for almost fifteen minutes before I felt
his hands under my ass holding me in position as his strokes
speeded up and his cock hammered my hips deep into the mattress
every time he fucked it into my cunt.  I heard myself grunting
each time he gave it to me... it wasn't long before my grunts
changed to excited shrieks and then to screams as my orgasm
erupted and Paul ejaculated another load into my throbbing
vagina.

	Paul collapsed onto his back after his load was safely deposited
into the bottom of my cunt.  Neither of us moved for some
times... except for our deep breathing as we pulled much needed
oxygen into our lungs.

	I looked at the clock and realized that it was getting late and
that I needed to return home soon.  I shook Paul who rolled over
and smiled at me.  "I need to go home soon.  Do you want to fuck
me again before I leave?"

	"I don't think I can get it up, Amanda.  I'm beat."

	"Are you sure you don't want to stick your big cock into me
again?"  I asked as I rolled over into doggy position with my ass
arched high in the air and head on the bed.  My ass and the wet,
open slit of my cunt were pointed right at him as I looked back
at him, licking my lips.

	"Maybe your Dad would like to fuck me.  He was hard when we left
for dinner tonight.  If you don't want to use my cunt again, why
don't you go ask him?  I'll wait here with my pussy up and ready.
 I promise I won't move."

	"You Hot Bitch!" he growled.  "You want your cunt fucked
again...Ok... I fuck it off this time."

	In an instant he was behind me, his newly hardened prick driving
into my waiting sex channel.  He fucked me like a whore for 15
minutes before he screamed, "Ok... you dirty hot Bitch... take
it.  Here comes my load."

	I came at the same time he was pumping it into me.

---------------------------

	After that, there was no possible way Paul could get up and
drive me home.  By the time I was dressed, he was unconscious on
the bed.  I packed my clothes in my overnight bag and walked
downstairs where I found Maria Jacobs smiling and waiting for me.

	"You'll need a ride home, Amanda."

	"I do.  It's much too far to walk and its dark."

	"I'll be glad to drive you.  I doubt that Paul is in any shape
to drive right now."

	As we were driving across town to my home, I said, "Paul told me
you and Mr. Jacobs would be out for the evening.  I'm sorry if
you were embarrassed.  If I had known you were going to be home,
I would have refused to come back to your house.  I hope you're
not furious with me."

	"Why would I be furious with you?  Actually, I want to thank
you."

	"Thank me?  Why?"

	"Listening to you and Paul got my husband so hot and hard that
he fucked me like a wild stallion tonight.  It was just
delicious!"

	We both laughed.  Then she said, "You know that Paul sort of
lied to you about us not being home.  He knew we would be back
from dinner before you finished, but you can't really blame him
for wanting you in bed.  You're a very beautiful woman, Amanda."

	"Thank you, Mrs. Jacobs.  You and my Mom are both really cool. 
Paul and I are very lucky to have parents like the two of you."

	"Now it's my turn to say 'Thank you'.  You know, I've never seen
Paul so totally wiped out as he was tonight.  You completely 
exhausted him.  Do you mind if I ask you how many times he fucked
you?"

	"I don't mind at all.  He had me three times on the boat this
afternoon and another three times tonight."

	"Wow!  I didn't realize he had it him."

	Ten minutes later, I got out of the Jacobs' car at my home. 
"Thank you for driving me home Mrs. Jacobs... and by the way...
Paul didn't have it in him... he had it in me."

	We were both laughing again.

==============================================

	The clock read 11:30 PM when I entered the house.  The den was
dark except for the small lamp on the end table by the couch. The
kitchen and dining rooms were also dark as was the study.  There
were two small night lights in the hallway to provide enough
illumination to see where you were going.  My bedroom was just
inside the hallway while the master bedroom was at the end of the
hall.

	There was light coming from beneath the door to the master
bedroom so obviously, some of the lights were still on inside.  I
wasn't the least surprised.  I didn't have to press my ear to the
door to hear my mother groaning as Andy's big cock pumped in and
out of her.  I could also hear the bed springs squeaking. 
Occasionally, he hammered her hard enough to make the headboard
bang against the wall.

	I moved close to the door so I could hear better.  My mother was
begging, "Oohhh god!  Fuck me harder, Andy.  Ah!  Ah!  Ah! 
uuunnnggghhh... Shit!  You're just huge...  bang me, Stud.  Bang
my hot cunt!"

	In between my mom's moaning and begging, Andy was grunting as he
plowed in and out of her hot, wet channel.  I wondered how long
and how many times he had already fucked her.

	As the fucking sounds from inside the bedroom grew louder and
louder, I felt an overwhelming urge to see my mother being
fucked.  I was pretty certain they were so engrossed with sex,
they would never hear me opening the door.  The hallway was
almost totally dark so there would be no additional light.

	Quietly, I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open
slightly.  The bed was to the right of the door so I only had to
open it a few inches before I could see every thing.  All the
lights were on.  Obviously, they liked to see what was happening
while they fucked.

	Andy had my mom in the center of her bed, on her back with her
legs up, knees bent.  She was naked except for her heels, which
were jerking up and down, back and forth, in the air as the male
piston pumped in and out of her gaping hole.  Even from where I
was, I could easily see how much Andy's cock had stretched my
mother's cunt.  Her tits were jerking back and forth in time to
her feet as Andy screwed her.

	Andy was supporting his weight on outstretched arms.  The
position kept his body away from Mom's allowing him to watch his
cock sliding in and out of her pussy.  She was moaning on every
stroke, her hips rising to meet the cock as it thrust down into
her waiting cunt.

	Even though I had already been screwed six times that day, I
found my hand rubbing my pussy as I watched them.  My clit was
engorged and throbbing.  It only took me a couple of minutes to
cum.  Silently, I closed the door.  They never knew I had been
watching.

=================================

	Before my sophomore year ended, Ben and Paul had each had me
more times than I could count.  In addition, I had also been laid
by 7 other guys including two basketball players, three guys on
the first string football team, the class valedictorian, and the
class salutatorian.  All of these guys, except one of the
football players, had fucked me several times.

	I also had sex with Larry Steward, a bi guy who invited me to
have a threesome with him and his girl friend.  It was too erotic
to resist.  Actually, I got off harder with her than with him. 
We did it five times before the year was over.

	After I got tired or bored with a guy, I just stopped going out
with him and picked up another guy eager to sample what I had
between my thighs.  At least half of the time, the men would get
mad and call me a dirty hot bitch or words to that effect.  I
would just tell them I had never made them any promises nor had
they made me any.  It was just fun and sex... no more... no less.

	
===================================

	By the time I reached my 17th birthday and began my junior year,
I was 5' 7" tall and weighed a sexy 132 lbs. that was all
delectable female flesh and curves.  My breasts were 34D and
still expanding.  My lips and cheeks had fleshed out turning my
face into that of a drop-dead gorgeous female.  Just that morning
in the shower, I had shaved my pussy except for a small neat
triangle right about my clitoris.  That was the body I was
admiring in my full-length mirror the day after my 17th birthday.

	Sitting at my vanity applying red lip gloss to my full lips, I
couldn't help but admire my two ear piercings.  The blue sapphire
and emerald stones set in each piercing looked gorgeous.  The
zircon stone flashing from my belly button piercing looked like a
real diamond.  The piercings had been a birthday gift from my
mom.  Of course, Dad objected, but his objections had fallen on
deaf ears.  I spent some time doing my eyes.  I didn't have to do
much as they were already nice and sexy.

	Standing up, I slipped my feet into a pair of 3-inch, white
heels.  Again, I stopped to admire my body in the mirror. 
Turning, I bent over so that the large globes of my breasts were
hanging straight down.  Looking at my reflection, I thought I
looked hot... but for an extra measure, I thrust my ass toward
the mirror.  The position not only exposed the entire expanse of
my naked ass, it also showed the enticing slit of my cunt.  "That
ought to get the bastards hard and hot," I thought with a grin of
satisfaction.

	Sitting down, I slipped a pair of bikini panties over my heels,
but before pulling the garment up my thighs, I just had to open
my thighs wide so I could inspect my newly shaven pussy.  Wow!  I
loved the way my outer lips flanged open revealing the protruding
erect clitoris at the top.  When I stood up and pulled the
panties up around my hips, I  again checked my image in the
mirror to see if the panties revealed my camel toe.  They did.  I
could feel my vagina pulsing and getting wet.

	I quickly wrapped a matching bra around my waist and hooked it.
Finally, I pulled a matching tank top over my head and then
slipped into a pair of cut off shorts that fit like a second
skin.  When I fastened the buttons on the front, my reflection
showed that the shorts failed to cover the bottom portion of my
buttocks.

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	At school that day, every boy's head swiveled around to stare at
me when I passed.  The girls all looked on with envy.  If I liked
a guy, I usually winked and pulled my shoulders back to give him
a better view of my big melons.  By noon, I was in the
principal's office receiving a lecture on what is proper attire
and what is not.

	"Whatever possessed you to wear such an outfit to school," Mr.
Johnson demanded to know.

	"What exactly do you find objectionable about this outfit, Mr.
Johnson?  Virtually none of my breasts show and my midriff is not
bare."

	"Well..," Johnson stammered.  "It's... it's just too much!"

	"Too much what, Mr. Johnson?  Other girls wear even more
revealing outfits and you say nothing.  The cheerleader uniforms
show a lot more of their bodies than this outfit shows of mine,
but you say nothing to them.  So... to what are you objecting?"

	"The other girls don't look as sexy as you do.  With your body,
you just look too sexy in clothing like that."

	"That's you're problem, not mine.  I wasn't aware that the
school has any announced dress code, Mr. Johnson.  You have never
circulated one and none has ever been posted.  And we certainly
do not have a dress code that depends upon what a girl's body
looks like.  The weather is warm and my shorts and top feel very
comfortable.   Besides, every thing is covered up.  Almost none
of my breasts show.  Since there's no dress code, what I wear is
my business, not yours.  And if what I wear gives you an
erection, that just too bad.   If you persist in this sexist
attitude, you will leave me no choice.  I will inform my parents
and they will  file a lawsuit against you for sexual harassment."

	"Now see here, young lady, I'll not put up with...."

	"Good day, Mr. Johnson.  Remember my warning."  I walked out
leaving Johnson with his mouth hanging open.

	Later that afternoon, Brad stopped me, as I was certain he
would.  I had been waiting a long time for this moment.  
"Amanda, you look fantastic!  I... eh... I was wondering if you'd
like to go the pep rally with me tonight.  We can grab and bite
to eat afterwards and then... whatever..."  He left the sentence
dangling.

	"Sure," I smiled warmly while doing the thing with my shoulders
to push my tits toward him.  "The pep rally sounds like fun....
and so does the... whatever..."   I let my eyes fall directly on
the bulge in his jeans, smiled, and licked my lips.  I loved it
when Brad's cock began to swell under my stare.

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	At the pep rally that evening, Brad was strutting around like a
peacock.  Throughout most of the rally, he kept his arm around my
shoulders.  Occasionally, he would test the waters by letting it
fall onto my tits.  When I raised no objection, his hands spent
more and more time on my tits, and I made it very easy for him by
pressing my chest against his stroking hands.

	When the rally ended, Brad said, "Are you hungry?"

	"No.  Not particularly.  I ate just before you picked me up."

	"Good," he said with a smile.  "I'm not hungry for food either."

	Anticipating no problem getting between my legs, Brad drove out
to the lake and parked the car in a secluded spot in a small
grove of trees where we could see the moonlight shimmering over
the gentle waves of the lake.  He was on me in a flash.  I opened
both my arms and legs to give him room.

	Brad's hands captured both of my 34D breasts as I lay back
against the seat.  After playing with both of them for five
minutes, he moaned.  "God!  You've got incredible tits, Amanda. 
I've got to see them!"

	"Then I think you'd better take them out, Honey."

	Brad's hands were shaking so hard, he couldn't seem to get the
buttons of my blouse open.  Finally, I had to move his hands away
and open my blouse for him.  His mouth flew to my engorged
nipples which he was sucking right through my thin bra.

	"It would feel better, Honey, if you pull my bra down and suck
my naked tits."

	His cock lurched in hard spasms listening to me teasing him like
a slut who's hot for cock.  I pulled my bra down, cupped both
tits, and offered them to his mouth.  "Suck my big tits, Baby," I
moaned.  "Make my big nipples throb, Lover!"

	Brad didn't have to be asked twice.  His hands captured both big
naked globes and pulled their tips into his mouth.  He sucked one
nipple until it was swollen, engorged, throbbing... then he
switched to my other nipple... back and forth... until he had me
panting with arousal.  My hips were beginning to thrust on the
car seat in sensuous fuck motions.

	Brad's hands roamed up and down the expanse of my legs.  They
seemed to open automatically when his hand moved high on my
thighs.  As I spread myself, the crotch of my shorts stretched
tautly across my pussy outlining my camel toe perfectly.  The
hands moved between my thighs where they began to rub up and down
my wet, throbbing  slit.

	I moaned desperately in real passion as my cunt contracted and
throbbed.  "Oh god!  Oh god!  OOOOHhhhhhhhh!   That's sooo good,
Brad.  Rub meeeeeeeeeee!"

	Brad pressed against my cunt harder, his hand pushing the
material of the panties and shorts into my aroused, wet slit. 
"Fuck," Brad grunted.  "I want these damn shorts off!  Lift you
ass, Baby, so I can get them down."

	I lifted my ass.  Brad tried to pull them down with no success.
I smirked to myself at the  thought, "The jerk doesn't even know
how to unbutton a woman's shorts.  What a dunce!"
I guided his hand to the buttons on the front of my shorts, and
Brad realized his error.

	Once he was had the buttons opened, he stripped my shorts and
panties down over my  ass and down my thighs without any further
problem.

	Brad continued to move his hand sensuously between my thighs as
he gradually turned me over so that I kneeling on hands and knees
on the car seat.  When my ass was thrust high in the air, he
slipped his wet finger into my anus.  I grunted like a sow when
the finger pried me open and entered... I moaned even louder as
it sank into my ass.

	As I expected, Brad really wasn't interested in whether I had an
orgasm or not.  His primary concern was getting off himself. 
After a few moments, he leaned back on the car seat and said,
"Come on, Amanda.  Suck my cock, Baby, until it's hard and then
I'll fuck you."

	Moving over him with his erection jerking inside his pants just
a few inches from my eyes, I said, "Take it out, Baby.  Let me
see your big cock!"

	Brad unzipped and removed his hard dick which measured about six
inches... average length but it looked like small pencil or a
tiny sausage.  Leaning over him, I wrapped  my hand around his
shaft and felt his size.  With his eyes closed, Brad never saw
the flash from my cell phone camera.  Making certain that Brad
could hear surprise in my voice, I said, "What's this?  A little
Vienna sausage masquerading as a cock?  I gotta see this!"

	Switching on the overhead light in the car, I held his throbbing
penis in my hand.  My palm covered all but about two inches of
Brad's prick.  "Jezz.. that's the smallest little pee-pee I've
ever seen in my life."

	Naturally, Brad's erection wilted quickly under the sharp
criticism from the naked woman he had hoped to fuck.  "Good
grief!  It's getting even smaller.  It shouldn't take more than a
couple of teaspoons of blood to get something that small hard...
how come it's getting soft.  Can't you even keep a hard on?"

	"Shut UP!  You dirty Bitch.  Just shut up!"  Brad snarled.

	"Well, I'd hoped to get fucked, but there's no point in screwing
something that tiny...  would be like using my little finger to
masturbate.  Take me home, Limp Dick."

	Brad exploded under the unrelenting taunting I was heaping on
his head.  "You worthless Bitch!" he screamed as he slapped my
face hard.

	"Is that your best?  Hell, you got a dick like a girl's clit and
you even hit like a girl."

	Enraged, Brad slapped me again.  Shoving his arms under my legs,
he levered them up and back exposing the wet hole of my cunt.  I
arched my hips so he could see my pussy throbbing.  The sight
hardened his cock, and he rammed himself into me like an enraged
bull.

	Even though his cock was small, it felt wonderful as it forced
my cunt open and pushed inside.  I lifted my legs even higher and
locked them around his hips.  "AAAAhhhh... fuck it, Stud.  Fuck
my hot cunt, Lover."

	I grunted, half in anger, half in pleasure, as Brad's cock
plunged into me again and again.  I knew he wouldn't be able to
hold out long as I squeezed his prick with my vaginal muscles as
hard as I could while hammering my hips against him on every
thrust.

	"OOOHHHHHHHHHH... FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  FILL ME, STUD!  SHOOT IT
INNNN!" I screamed.   I must have been even hotter than he was
because suddenly my cunt contracted in hard spasms about Brad's
plunging prick as my orgasm surged through the length of my
vagina making my clit convulse.  As soon as he felt my pussy
throbbing around his cock, he exploded his cum into my cunt.  I
felt five huge gushes of semen shoot into my throbbing hole.

	When his orgasm had ebbed leaving his prick softly twitching
inside my cunt, he rolled off me to one side.  As soon as he was
clear of my body, I rolled over and squeezed his rapidly
deflating penis.  "Well, I think this little boy is all tuckered
out.  Might as well take me home, Honey."

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	I knew that before Monday's classes were over, some of the girls
would ask me about my date with Brad, specifically, they would
want to know if I fucked him and if he was any good.  I also
expected one or two of the bolder guys to ask pretty much the
same questions.  They didn't disappoint me.

	Sally was the first to ask.  "I heard you dated Brad Samuels
last night at the pep rally.  Is that true or just rumor?"

	"It's true."

	"What did you guys do?  I mean did you let him do anything?"

	"Brad's a hot looking guy.  Of course I did.  After the pep
rally, he took me out to the lake and parked."

	Lowering her voice, Sally whispered, "How far did you let him
go?"

	I whispered back, "All the way into my pussy, Honey."

	"You let him fuck you on the first date?"

	"Cock is just as good on the first date as the second or third.
Why wait?  Haven't you let a guy between your legs, Sally?"

	She blushed.  "Well, I persisted.  Are you a virgin?"

	"Well... no.  But I don't screw on the first date."

	"Well, rah... rah... rah... for you.  You want maybe that I
should give you a medal... 'For Sally Mathews in honor of her
keeping her legs together for one or two dates'?"

	"Was he good?" she asked still in a hushed whisper.

	"Not really.  It's hard for a woman to get off when the guy's
dick is so small.  Brad's cock is pencil-thin.  It's more like a
... like a.... well, like a little Vienna sausage.  And if that's
not bad enough, he couldn't get it up a second time.  He was just
an LD... a Limp Dick."

	I told the same story to several other girls and one boy. 
Before classes were over that day, I heard several girls
snickering when Brad was around.  One even said, "Hi, LD.  I
heard all about your date with Amanda last night!"  This comment
was followed by female giggling and laughter.  The other boys
tagged him with the nickname, "Vienna".

	Of course, Brad got angry and screamed back at his tormentors. 
This just exacerbated the situation.  Before the week was out, no
one was calling him Brad any longer.  He was either LD or Vienna.
 If someone wanted to really twist the knife, they referred to
him as "LD Vienna".

	On Friday, Brad cornered me in the gym after PE class and
whined, "Why did you do this to me?  You told everyone that I had
a tiny dick and had trouble getting it up.  Why would you do
that?  Why would any girl do that to a guy?  What kind of bitch
are you anyway?"

	I looked straight into his eyes, moved very close, and
whispered, "Do you remember three years ago asking me out on a
date because you lost a bet?"

	His eyes got wide as comprehension filled them.  I continued: 
"And do you remember what happened when you brought me home, and
I asked if you would like to kiss me good night?  In case you
don't remember, you told me about losing the bet and then said
you didn't want to kiss a 'skinny beanpole'.  Well, now the
shoe's on the other foot, LD.  And as long as you stay in this
school, that's the only name you'll ever hear... LD and Vienna..
or maybe LD Vienna.  So, from a skinny beanpole Bitch to an
LD.... kiss my ass, Vienna!"

	He was still standing there in near shock when I walked away.

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	There were some added benefits to my revenge against Brad.  All
the well-hung guys in the school were after me to prove how much
better they were than Brad.  Not only did I have my pick of cocks
to pleasure my very wet and eager pussy, I could also use the
situation to pour more gasoline on the flames of humiliation that
were engulfing Brad... oh, excuse me... engulfing LD.

	So far, I hadn't accepted any of the offers for dates from the
other guys, but when Jack Norman asked me if I would like to hang
out with him Saturday night, that changed.  Jack was the starting
halfback on the varsity football team.  He had a muscular body
the other boys in the school would die for.  Rumor had it that he
was a certainty to make first-team all-state during his senior
year.  Rumor also had it that he was not only muscular but had a
huge cock and was a great lover.  Usually, he dated only sisters
so I was flattered when he asked me out.  I had no doubt as to
why, but that was fine with me.

	Jack was my first interracial date, and by the time Saturday
night arrived, I was creaming my panties big time.  I had already
changed them once, but 15 minutes later, they were again soaked
as my pussy wouldn't stop gushing.  I thought about not wearing
any, but all that would accomplish was getting the back of my
skirt wet.  So, when Jack picked me up at 7:30 PM, I could smell
the musky aroma of my pussy and was certain that he could too.

	He did.  As soon as we got into the close confines of his car,
he turned, smiled, and asked, "What kind of perfume you wearing,
Baby.  Love that aroma!"

	"That's not perfume, Jack.  That's me."

	"Wow!  Just bottle that stuff and sell it, Honey, and you'll
make a fortune.  A couple of my buddies and their girls are
having a party tonight.  You cool to join them?"

	"Sounds like fun."

	"It will be," he assured me.  My panties got even wetter.

	As soon as we walked in the front door of Hal's apartment, it
was obvious to me that the evening was going to be a lot more
erotic that I had thought.  Jack introduced me to Hal and Mandy
and to Don and his girl friend Betty.  Both of the women had
large tits that made my 34D's look small by comparison.  They
were also very sexy in their halters and short skirts. 
Nevertheless, Hal and Don were both obviously interested in me. 
I felt like they were already undressing me with their eyes.  I
could feel the wetness trickling down my thighs.

	"Hi everybody," I said.

	Mandy and Betty looked me over.  I was wearing an outfit very
similar to theirs but didn't fill mine out nearly as well as they
did.  I think that pleased them, and they smiled warmly.  "Hi,
Amanda," Betty said.  "So you're the hot bitch that gave old Brad
his new nickname, huh?"

	"The same," I admitted.

	"Well, you really gave the honky dude hell, Honey," Mandy
commented.

	"I didn't give him hell, Mandy.  I just told the truth and he
thought it was hell."  Everyone laughed, and I didn't bother to
tell them I had stolen the line from Harry Truman.

	After that, the ice was broken and everyone relaxed.  Hal broke
out some weed, and we passed a couple of joints around.  I had
never smoked much so it really hit me hard.  By the time the two
joints were finished, I was floating, and everyone could see it.


	"Man, it don't take much to get her flying high," Don commented.
 "Come on, Girl.  Let's see what'cha got under those clothes."

	"Not much except me," I replied.

	"Well... don't keep secrets Girl, show us," Mandy demanded.

	It didn't take long.  All I was wearing was a tank top, shorts,
panties, and heels.  My tank top vanished in one quick motion.  I
unzipped my shorts and pulled both the shorts and my panties down
at the same time.  Standing there naked, hands on my hips, I
turned slowly to face the three men and two women in turn, my 34D
tits and the sexy small triangle of bush right above my clit on
display.

	"WoW!  Hot!  Really hot, Babe!" Hal commented.  Mandy gave him a
dirty look but also a smile.

	"Have you had black dick before?" Betty asked.

	"Nope.  This is my first interracial date."

	"Well... let me warn you, Honey... there ain't no Vienna
sausages or limp dicks here.  You're gonna get filled big time
tonight, Honey," Mandy informed me.

	"What about the two of you?  Don't you think the guys want to
see what you got under those clothes?"  I challenged.

	Mandy smiled at Betty.  "Shall we show the honky bitch what we
got?"

	"After you, Honey.  Beauty before brains as they say."

	"HAH!" Mandy snorted.  "The only brains you got, bitch is in
your cunt.  And that's done been pounded so much you got a
concussion."

	The men all laughed, but stopped laughing when Mandy removed her
halter, shorts, and panties.  I couldn't take my eyes off the
woman.  She had huge breasts on a very beautiful,
well-proportioned body.  It was no wonder the men all stopped
laughing to stare at the dark-skinned beauty.

	She moved over to stand beside me, put her arm around my waist,
pulled me close, and said while looking right at the three men,
"You guys see anything that interests you?"  Turning to me, she
said, "I don't think they can see our pussies well enough or
they'd have those dicks out.  Let's show'em."  Mandy took one end
of the couch while I took the other.  We both leaned back against
the arm rests, put one heel up on the couch and the other on the
floor, and spread our legs wide open.  Two, wet, shaved, open,
and ready cunts were on display.

	"Don't forget me," came Betty's voice from the other couch.  She
was in the same open position as Mandy and I.  A moment later,
three hard, huge black cocks were out.  They were all huge, but
Jack's was the biggest.  I was worried about whether or not I
could take it.  Mandy read my mind and asked, "Think you can take
all that black man meat, Honey?"

	"I don't know, but I'm sure gonna try."

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	Jack wasted no time in giving me an opportunity to try.  He
pulled me off the couch, moved behind me, and a moment later, I
felt his powerful arms encircling my body.  One arm was across my
chest capturing my right breast in his large hand.  He hefted it
like he was judging a piece of meat.  I could feel my nipple
tingling beneath his hand.

	His other hand was equally busy between my legs where it was
closed over my cunt.  Two large, masculine fingers probed my
vagina... in and out... I couldn't keep my hips still.  They were
thrusting back and forth in hot fuck motions against his fingers.
 I heard small whimpering moans and realized they were coming
from my throat.

	Since this was going to be my first time to take black cock,
both of the other couples were watching Jack working on me. 
Mandy and Betty were sitting on Hal and Don's laps, probably with
their hard cocks far up their pussies.  But I really wasn't
concerning about what was in their pussies... I was far more
interested in what was about to enter mine.

	"My god, Girl.  Your cunt is dripping.  It feels like I have my
hand in a swamp," Jack said loud enough for the others to hear.

	"It is a swamp, Dammit.  It's been a swamp ever since this
afternoon.  Please.  Hurry."

	"Please hurry and do what, Girl?"

	"Oooohhhh god... hurry and fuck me with that huge cock.  I WANT
IT IN MY CUNT!"  I screamed.

	Jack picked me up like I weighed no more than a balloon, carried
me to the couch, and laid me down on my side with his body behind
mine.  I felt my leg being pulled high in the air to totally
expose my pussy to the others in the room.  His monster prick
nestled between my thighs with its length pressed along my
gushing sex slit.  "Ohhhh fuck me!" I begged.  "Put it in me!"

	"You put it in.  Put my cock where you want it, Baby!"

	I didn't hesitate a moment.  Reaching between my legs, I grasped
his huge sex gun and was amazed to find that my hand didn't come
close to going all the way around its girth.  I could hear myself
moaning as I aligned the head with my opening and thrust my hips
down against Jack's cock.  The mushroom head spread my labia open
into a huge hole.  I grunted and thrust myself down harder.  This
time the head sank into my cunt along with another inch of cock.


	"AAAAHHHHHHHHHhh.... God.  It's just fucking huge!"

	I tried to force my hips down further, but Jack was holding me
giving me only two inches of his meat.  "Please... don't torture
me!  Fuck me.  Stick it to meeeeeeeeeee!"

	"Well... I don't know.  I might really like fucking his white
honky pussy.  Then I'd want to fuck it all the time.  Maybe I
shouldn't fuck it at all... that way I won't get hooked on your
white cunt hole."

	"Ugh!  Ugh!  Ugh!", I grunted as I tried desperately to force
more of his cock into my vagina.  "Please.  Please.  You can fuck
me anytime you want ...  just give it to meeeeeee!"

	"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

	My scream was loud enough to wake the dead.  Jack had rammed 7
inches of his thick fuck stick into my waiting cunt and I came
immediately.  One intense, convulsive contraction after the next.
 I kept screaming as he fed me the rest of his prick.  When his
balls hit my ass, I came again.  Then the fucking started...  
hard... deep... forceful strokes into the bottom of my cunt.  I
shrieked half in pain... half in unbelievable pleasure... as he
stretched me... hammered me... fucked me.

	In the back of my mind, I heard Mandy and Betty moaning as their
studs were nailing their hard cocks in and out of their vaginas.
The gasping, moaning, shrill shrieks of three women receiving
huge hard cock wildly excited the men.  They fucked us so hard we
were babbling and begging them.  Naturally, they didn't stop
until three huge loads of cum were safely pooled deep inside our
cunts.

	After my first interracial fucking, Jack fucked me again with me
mounted on his dick in reverse position.  Both of the other men
were watching his cock splitting me open and sinking into me
again and again.  I was having more orgasms than I could count. 
While I was getting it, Don was doing Mandy in the same position
I was in but on the other couch.  We were both screeching like
pigs as the men plowed us with their huge cocks.  I could even
hear the squishing noises as their big pistons churned the cum
loads that Hal and Jack had previously shot into us.

	When Jack and Don were both grunting as they pumped more cum
into Mandy and me, Betty was howling as she took Hal's thick cock
doggy.  In that position, it was ramming her deep... so deep, she
was grunting every time it hammered into the bottom of her sex
cylinder.

	When the three men had pumped in their second loads, Jack called
a recess.  We smoked another joint while Hal brought out
sandwiches, chips, and beer.  Don put on a porno DVD and we
watching two sluts taking on three men while we ate.   An hour
later, the orgy started again.  Before the evening ended, all
three men had fucked me.  I believe Mandy and Betty also got it
from each of them, but I was so busy cumming, I'm not certain.

	Just before the evening ended, I sucked Jack's cock until he was
stone hard again and then asked him if I could take a photo of
it.  After explaining what I wanted to do, he readily agreed.  In
fact, all the women sucked him until his rod was iron hard and
rigid.  At that point, I took the photo.  Naturally, I was not
permitted to leave until I finished the job.  Since that was his
fifth load of the night, it wasn't particularly large and I had
no problem swallowing the lot.

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	The next day I took the photo of Brad's cock I had snapped with
my cell phone camera during our session at the lake and the one
of Jack's iron hard prick and made up a composite print showing
both cocks, side-by-side.  I ran off a 100 copies and Mandy,
Betty, Hal, and Don passed them out to friends at school the next
day.  By afternoon, everyone had see the composite photo, and
Brad was the laughing stock of the school.

	Of course, the Administration tried to confiscate the photos,
and they did succeed in getting 90 to 95% of them.  But the
remaining 5 to 10 they didn't get became collector's items that
fetched a nice price if anyone wanted to sell their copy.  I
refused to make more copies as that would dilute the effect.

	Brad didn't show up for school the rest of the week, and we all
learned that his parents had enrolled him in a private school
somewhere else in the state.  I never saw him again.  What can I
say?  I cried all night.

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