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Copyright (C) 2004 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
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All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

Another Young Innocent Life Ruined by the Killer Weed

By
Norm DePloom

Damian glanced over the fence to make sure the girl 
was alone then, propping his arms on the top edge of 
the fence, he spoke.  

"Hello."  The girl's body jerked in surprise, then she 
spun around to face the voice.  She unexpectedly felt 
a little thrill and warmth in the pit of her stomach.  
The man looking over the fence at her could not have 
come closer in appearance, and age, to the imaginary 
lover who invaded her bedroom almost every night. 

"Who are you?"  She asked.  Damian took a moment to 
let his eyes roam over the girl's body before he 
answered.  She was wearing a modest, by modern 
standards, two piece bathing suit and was obviously 
preparing to do some sun bathing.

"I'm your new neighbour," Damian answered as he 
slipped a joint between his lips, struck a match and, 
after waiting for the phosphor to burn off, applied 
the flame to the exposed end while he sucked on the 
other.  After a couple of experimental puffs to make 
sure it was properly lit, Damian sucked the smoke deep 
into his lungs.

"My name is Damian," he said while holding his breath, 
"what's yours?"  The girl seemed to be mesmerised by 
the glowing end of the marijuana cigarette. 

"Mandy," she finally replied, not taking her eyes off 
the wisps of smoke rising from her neighbour's joint. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," Damian said, letting the remaining 
smoke escape from his lungs.  "Would you like some?"  
Damian held the joint out towards Mandy, looking like 
he had suddenly realised that he was being impolite by 
not offering to share.  Mandy looked at the proffered 
hand rolled cigarette with a mixture of fear and 
curiosity.  Curiosity, and a desire to not be 
perceived as an inexperienced child, won; Mandy took 
the joint from Damian's fingers and, after looking 
dubiously at the brown streaks developing along its 
length, placed it to her pursed lips, sucked then 
coughed as tears began to stream from her eyes.  Mandy 
could feel her face turning red with embarrassment.  
Despite her parents opinion that the public school she 
went to was floating in drugs, Mandy had never seen 
anybody at her high school using drugs, and no one at 
school had ever offered her any drugs.  Now this 
older, obviously more sophisticated man was going to 
know she was nothing but an inexperienced child.   

"That's ok," Damian said.  Mandy looked down at the 
ground trying to hide her shame.  "That happens to 
every body the first time they try to smoke."  Mandy 
looked up at her neighbour and found him smiling at 
her, in a kind understanding way.  "I thought I was 
going to cough my lungs out the first time.  Pot smoke 
can be harsh on virgin lungs."  Damian smiled at 
Mandy, and she smiled back.  

"Try it again," Damian said, with what Mandy thought 
looked like a very impish smile.  Mandy smile back, 
took a smaller hit, and held it in a little longer.  

"That's it," Damian encouraged his new friend as he 
took the joint back from her and toked it.  

"You want to come over and have a beer?"  Damian asked 
as he let the smoke flow out his nose.  "We can sit by 
my pool and smoke another joint and drink a beer."  
Mandy could feel she was moving into dangerous 
territory, and it thrilled her.  Mandy was tired of 
being a child, she wanted to do adult things.  

"OK"

"Just let yourself in through the gate."  Damian 
instructed as his head disappeared below the top of 
the fence.  Mandy's fear and anticipation grew in 
equal measure as she walked down the side yard of her 
parent's house, out the gate, across the property line 
and in her neighbour's gate.  She found Damian sitting 
at a white pool side table under a large umbrella. 
Without speaking Damian pulled a cold bottle of beer 
from an ice chest and set it on the table in front of 
Mandy, then lit another joint and, after inhaling a 
lung full of smoke, held it out in Mandy's direction.  
Mandy smiled shyly at the man and took the joint.  She 
wasn't really feeling anything from her first couple 
of hits.  Mandy inhaled a larger quantity of smoke 
than she had the last two times, and held it in longer 
before releasing it.  Mandy passed the joint back to 
her new friend then picked up the bottle of beer.  

Unknown to her parents, Mandy had already tasted beer 
once before and, at the time, had wondered why anyone 
would drink the stuff.  Mandy brought the bottle to 
her mouth determined to drink the contents without 
letting Damian know how bad she thought it tasted.  
Damian watched as his young guest sipped from the 
bottle.  Mandy was pleasantly surprised by how much 
better this beer tasted than the stuff she had tried 
before.  She had not realised how thirsty she was 
until the cold liquid hit her tongue.  The small sip 
turned into several large swallows.  When she put the 
bottle back on the table, Damian was holding the joint 
out in her direction again.  She still wasn't feeling 
any effects of the grass, so Mandy took the joint and 
inhaled more smoke.  As she held the smoke in her 
lungs, Mandy began to move to the beat of the song 
playing on Damian's pool side stereo.  She wondered 
why she'd never noticed how sensuous this song was.  
Mandy continued to move with the music while she took 
another drink of her beer then accepted the joint back 
from Damian.  

When the music stopped Mandy suddenly felt empty 
inside, it was as if the music had filled some place 
inside her body that she had never realised needed to 
be filled until just that moment.  Another song began 
to play and Mandy felt like her body was being re-
inflated by the music.  As she began to move with the 
beat of the new song, Mandy reached for her bottle 
only to discover that it was empty.  When she turned 
to ask Damian what he had done with her beer, Mandy 
discovered another one being handed to her by her 
impishly good looking neighbour.  Mandy thought he 
must be psychic.  

Mandy was surprised when Damian suggested, after her 
second beer, that it was getting late and she should 
go home.  Mandy pouted outrageously, and insisted that 
she had plenty of time for another bottle.

"No," Damian said with a firm tone, "you go home now, 
get ready for your parents to come home."  Mandy felt 
a momentary surge of fear and guilt when Damian 
mentioned her parents.  Much sobered, Mandy went back 
to her parent's house and up to her room.  Mandy 
slowly removed her swim suit and discovered her skin 
was exceptionally sensitive to the small air currents 
that normally went unnoticed.  Just walking across the 
room was enough to send shivers down Mandy's spine.  

Lying on her bed, Mandy cupped her breasts and gently 
pinched her nipples with her fingers.  She felt like 
her body had reacted almost sexually to the music that 
had been playing on Damian's stereo, without touching 
herself, Mandy new that she was wet.  Before 
continuing to make love to her own body, Mandy climbed 
off her bed and put her currently favorite album on to 
play.  Before reclining on her bed, Mandy danced 
around the room, moving her naked body in ways she 
never would dream of even with clothes on.  The music 
seemed to grab the very core of her sexual nature and 
squeeze it unrelentingly.  As she moved to the music 
Mandy cupped her breasts and strained to get her mouth 
on one of her nipples.  She almost cried with 
frustration when, no matter how much she tried, she 
could not get either of her nipples into her mouth.  
Mandy desperately wanted to know what it felt like to 
have her nipples sucked.  

Dancing across the room, Mandy laid on her bed and ran 
her hands over her naked body as she continued to 
gyrate to the music.  Mandy's hands moved over her 
breasts, her belly, her inner thighs, and finally her 
wide open crotch.  Two fingers gently stroked Mandy's 
hard, sensitive clitoris while fingers on her other 
hand explored deeply inside her wet, virgin pussy.  
She had never stimulated herself in this way before, 
in the past she had always just used her open hand to 
rub circles on her crotch.  Mandy pretended the 
fingers stroking her clitoris and moving inside her 
pussy belonged to Damian.  When Mandy imagined Damian 
penetrating her virgin body, her back arched lifting 
her fanny off the bed.  With only her shoulders and 
feet touching the comforter, Mandy's muscles knotted 
and relaxed rhythmically as she experienced the most 
intense orgasm of her young life.  

Mandy laid on her bed, her hands still moving over her 
naked skin, the music still seeming to fill the empty 
places inside her, while she caught her breath.  She 
stayed on her bed, naked and enjoying the new found 
sensuous nature of her favorite music until she 
realised that it was time for her parents to get home.

The next day at school, Mandy saw everything in a 
different light.  She detected an odour on some of the 
other students that she had never been able to 
identify before.  On one of the breaks between 
classes, Mandy went into the girl's restroom just as 
three other girls were leaving, the room quite 
literally reeked of marijuana.  Mandy shook her head 
thinking about her own naivete when she remembered how 
often she had smelled that odor in this bathroom 
without having the foggiest idea what she was 
smelling.  Mandy decided that perhaps her parents were 
right, maybe the school was floating in drugs.  Mandy 
began to wonder why none of the drug users had ever 
offered her some.  The answer was painfully obvious, 
Mandy wasn't cool.  She wasn't hot either, she was 
pretty much a non entity.  By the time Mandy got home 
she had decided to beg, borrow or steal a couple of 
joints from Damian and use them to bribe her way into 
the 'cool' group.  

Mandy put on her swim suit and headed for the 
backyard.  She could hear music coming from the other 
side of the fence.  Mandy got the step stool her 
mother used to water the plants hanging on the patio 
and carried it over to the fence.

"Hey you," Mandy yelled waving at her neighbour.  

"Hello Mandy," Damian waved back, but did not seem to 
be anxious to invite her over.  

"Can I come over?"  Mandy asked, determined not to be 
dissuaded from her goal of procuring a couple of 
joints.  

"Sure, come on over."  Mandy climbed down off the step 
stool then, after returning the step stool to its 
place on the patio, she made the journey to Damian's 
back yard.  By the time she sat down at his pool side 
table, Damian had already placed an open bottle of 
beer on the table for her, and was rolling a joint 
over the open cigar box that he used to store his 
grass and papers.  Mandy picked up the cold bottle and 
drank even before she sat down.  Damian fired up the 
first joint and passed it to her.  

Mandy was amazed by how much more quickly she felt the 
affects of the drug this day as opposed to the day 
before.  While the previous day she had been almost 
overwhelmed by the beauty and sensuousness of the 
music, today she found herself laughing, almost to the 
point of hysterics, at everything Damian said.  
Mandy's cheeks hurt from smiling, her stomach hurt 
from laughing harder than she had ever laughed before 
in her life, and, somehow, she had accumulated three 
empty beer bottles in front of her. 

"Could I get a couple of joints from you?"  Mandy 
asked the question with exaggerated seriousness during 
a brief pause in the general hilarity, then held her 
breath waiting for Damian's reply.  She watched, with 
growing anticipation, as Damian rolled two generous 
joints then closed the lid on the cigar box and placed 
the joints side by side on top of the box.  Mandy felt 
like her mouth might start watering as she looked at 
the two marijuana cigarettes.   

"Grass isn't free," Damian said turning to face Mandy.  
Mandy's face dropped, she felt almost like crying.  "I 
let you share my grass with me because I enjoy your 
company."  Mandy smiled weakly at the compliment.  

"Grass isn't free," Damian repeated, "but there are 
other ways than money to pay for it."  Mandy swallowed 
hard, did she really want the grass that bad?

"Stand up," Damian took Mandy's hands and pulled her 
to her feet, then moved her over so she was standing 
right in front of him.  Before she had a chance to 
object, Damian had slipped Mandy's swim suit top up 
off her breasts and began to suck on her right nipple.  
The moan that came from deep in Mandy's throat would 
have made Damian smile, if his lips hadn't been busy 
with her hard, crinkled nipple.  Mandy felt her knees 
go weak and placed her hands on Damian's shoulders for 
support.  She had been wondering for a long time what 
it was going to feel like when someone finally sucked 
on her nipples, and now she knew.  It felt better than 
anything she could ever have imagined.  It felt so 
much better than her own fingers.  It felt like a high 
voltage currant of pure sexual excitement was running 
through her body from the nipple Damian had his lips 
on to her pussy, which was now sending urgent messages 
to her brain demanding attention.  Damian moved his 
mouth to her other nipple.  Mandy found herself both 
hoping he would, and terrified that he might, pull her 
swim suit bottoms down and touch her there.  After 
thoroughly sucking on each of her nipples, Damian 
pulled Mandy's face close to his and kissed her just 
as thoroughly.  Mandy returned Damian's kiss while she 
wished he had three mouths so he could suck on both of 
her nipples, and kiss her, all at the same time.  
Mandy was left panting and wishing for more when 
Damian pulled his mouth from hers and placed the 
joints in her hand.

"That's all these two are going to cost you," Damian 
said with a devilish smile, "you'd better go home 
now."  Mandy walked in a daze to the gate leading out 
of Damian's back yard, and only after she opened the 
gate did she realise that her swim suit top was still 
up under her armpits.  With some reluctants Mandy 
pulled her top down over her naked breasts.  Mandy had 
to admit that was enjoying the illicit thrill of 
having her breasts naked outside, almost in public. 

Mandy went directly to her bedroom.  She did not 
'seduce' herself, as she usually did, by caressing 
herself and pinching her nipples.  Mandy ripped off 
her swim suit, flung herself on her bed with her legs 
spread wide and her knees bent, and then 'attacked' 
herself with both hands.  She continued with her self 
stimulation until she had her third orgasm.  As she 
got dressed in preparation for her parents getting 
home, Mandy wondered about how much better Damian's 
mouth felt on her nipples, and wondered if he'd feel 
that much better than her fingers between her legs.  

The next day at school, Mandy was absolutely convinced 
that everyone she passed in the hallway could see the 
joints in the zip lock bag resting on the bottom of 
her purse.  During the break before her last class of 
the day, Mandy wandered into the girl's bathroom where 
she had most often smelled grass in the past.  One of 
the girls that, Mandy was sure, was responsible for 
the smell was at the mirror, combing her hair.  

"Hi," Mandy said with a smile.  The girl looked at 
Mandy with undisguised suspicion.  Even though they 
had several classes together, they had never spoken 
before.  

"Hi," she finally said.  Mandy dug into her purse then 
came up with her ziplock baggie.

"Would you like to smoke one with me?"  Mandy thought 
the girl looked like a trapped animal as she glanced 
around the small room, obviously convinced that some 
form of trap was about to be sprung.  

"Shit," she finally said, "why the fuck not."  Mandy 
followed the girl into one of the stalls.

"I never figured you for a stoner."  The girl said as 
Mandy fired up the joint while trying to look like it 
was something she had done before.  

"Actually, I just discovered grass a couple of days 
ago."  Mandy passed the smoking joint to her new 
friend.

"A newbie."   

"Yes," Mandy admitted apologetically.   

"My friends call me 'Kitten'," the girl told Mandy as 
she passed the joint back to her.  Mandy thought 
'Kitten' to be a marvellously sexual nick name. 

"I'm Amanda, but everyone calls me Mandy." 

"This is pretty good shit, where'd you get it?" 

"From my neighbour, he's the one who turned me on to 
grass."  

"He gave these to you?"  Kitten asked, indicating the 
joint they were smoking and the one still in the 
plastic bag.  

"Not exactly..."

"How much did he charge you?"

"Well, I didn't exactly pay for them."  Mandy waited 
for the censorious look from Kitten.  

"That's cool," Kitten said, then took a hit from the 
joint before she continued, "I've fucked for grass 
before.  I don't know any stoner chick that hasn't 
fucked for grass occasionally.  A lot of them won't 
admit it but, fuck them."  Mandy started giggling, 
which started Kitten giggling.  Mandy had never heard 
so many 'fucks' from another girl in such a short 
period of time.

"Fuck them," Mandy said experimentally.  It was the 
first time Mandy had said 'fuck', and in some strange 
way it felt liberating.

"Hay," Kitten said with a smile, "you do what you got 
to do.  Hang on to the roach," Kitten advised handing 
the little, brown stub of the joint back to Mandy.  
Mandy dropped it back into the ziplock baggie then 
buried the baggie at the bottom of your purse.  

"You ever been to class stoned?" Kitten asked.

"No."

By the time her last class was over Mandy was afraid 
there was going to be a wet spot on the back of her 
skirt.  Kitten's mentioning of 'fucking for grass', 
and the memory of Damian's warm, wet lips and tongue 
on her nipples, had sent Mandy on a fantasy voyage of 
the type she usually reserved for her nightly pre-
sleep masturbation episodes.  Despite numerous efforts 
on her part, Mandy could not pull her stoned mind away 
from thoughts of what it was going to feel like when 
she really did 'fuck for grass'.  After class Mandy 
walked home, went up to her room and once again 
'attacked' herself before putting on her swim suit and 
going next door to see Damian.  

After peaking over the fence to make sure her 
neighbour was home, and being invited to come on over, 
Mandy retraced her steps of the last two days and sat 
beside Damian at his pool side table.  Damian was 
reading what Mandy first assumed to be one of the more 
scandalous 'men's' magazines that her parents would 
never dream of letting into their house.  Mandy had 
often thought her parents were so uptight it was a 
miracle they managed to have even one child.  On 
closer examination, Mandy realised that the women in 
the pictures weren't just naked, they were tied up.  
The sudden image of being tied up and helpless sent a 
surge of erotic excitement through Mandy's body.

Mandy took a closer look at her neighbour's magazine.  
Some of the naked women were tied up in ways that 
seemed just plane silly to Mandy.  What good was it to 
tie up a girl with her legs held closed and her 
breasts covered.  Other pictures sparked Mandy's 
imagination.  These were pictures of women tied with 
their legs spread wide, ready to be used by any man 
who came along, unable to stop any man who wanted to 
from using them in any way they desired.  Mandy 
wondered if Damian wanted to tie her up and fuck her.  

"I may supply you with pot," Damian said as he 
retrieved his cigar box from the seat of another 
chair, "but you have to learn to roll your own joints.  
Mandy had watched while Damian rolled joints and now 
she was trying to duplicate what she had seen.  While 
she concentrated on papers and grass, Damian unhooked 
the straps on her swim suit top and removed it.  Mandy 
was learning her first lesson about men; once they 
have had access to any part of a woman's body, they 
feel like they own it and can use it anytime and in 
any way they desire.  Mandy found it difficult to 
concentrate on rolling her joint with Damian's hands 
touching her breasts and nipples.  She finally managed 
to complete the task, and proudly held a ragged, 
loosely rolled joint up for Damian to see.

"Light it," Damian said without stopping his tactile 
exploration of Mandy's naked upper body.  

"Come here," he ordered rather gruffly as he pulled 
Mandy from her chair and sat her in his lap, facing 
him, and with one of her legs on each side of his.  
Damian took the joint from Mandy.

"We're going to smoke this one a little different," he 
announced, "I'm going to take a hit then, while I'm 
kissing you, I'm going to blow the smoke out and you 
will inhale it.  Mandy could feel Damian getting hard 
and pressing against her crotch through his shorts and 
her swim suit bottoms while he sucked smoke into his 
lungs.  Damian pulled her close and, bringing their 
lips together, explored Mandy's mouth with his tongue 
while he exhaled smoke into her lungs.  Mandy's head 
was spinning.  When Damian exhaled, Mandy felt like 
Damian himself was entering her, not just smoke from 
his lungs.  With her breasts pressed against Damian's 
chest, and his tongue exploring her mouth, Mandy began 
to move her crotch against the hardness pressing 
against her pussy.  Mandy held the smoke in her lungs 
until she thought she might explode, then exhaled 
through her nose while her tongue twisted and danced 
around Damian's. 

"Now you inhale and pass it to me," Damian said after 
breaking their kiss.  Mandy sucked as much smoke as 
she could into her lungs, then plastered her mouth to 
Damian's.  Mandy quickly lost herself as she kissed, 
exhaled slowly, and humped herself vigorously on her 
neighbour.  

Mandy pouted when Damian pushed her off his lap.  The 
pout ended when he pulled her swim suit bottoms down 
to her knees then picked her up and sat her on the 
table.  Her entire body shivered when Damian pushed 
Mandy's legs apart and ran his hands down her inner 
thighs.  When his hands reached her crotch, Damian 
used his thumbs to separate her pussy lips then leaned 
forward and kissed her pussy just as he had kissed her 
mouth.  Mandy gasped when fingers other than her own 
touched her for the first time.  She gasped more 
loudly, and moaned from deep in her chest, when 
Damian's tongue pushed deep inside her body.  

Placing Mandy's legs on his shoulders, Damian reached 
up with both hands and grasped Mandy's breasts while 
he concentrated his tongue on her swollen clitoris.  
Mandy flexed her leg muscles, pulling her older 
lover's mouth more snugly against her pussy.  

"Oh fuck, don't ever stop," Mandy moaned as she ran 
her fingers through Damian's hair.  As her first 
orgasm coursed through her like an electric current, 
Mandy wondered how she would ever be satisfied by 
masturbation again.  Mandy realised that her perfect 
man would have to have four mouths.  Mandy felt like 
her entire body throbbed with pleasure every time 
Damian's tongue moved over her clitoris.  Mandy's 
entire universe shrank until it was no bigger than her 
clitoris, or her clitoris grew until it was the size 
of the universe, Mandy wasn't sure which.  Nor did she 
care.  It was a glorious, vibrating, pulsing universe.  
She closed her eyes and saw explosions of blinding 
bright light every time the tongue flicked over her 
clitoris.  Mandy's belly was beginning to cramp as 
wave after wave of muscle tightening orgasmic pleasure 
washed through her body. 

Mandy lifted her head and looked around in confusion 
when the delightful licking suddenly stopped.  Hands 
grasped her wrists and pulled her to a sitting 
position, then off the table onto her feet.  With a 
mixture of excitement and fear, Mandy prepared to fuck 
for the first time in her life.  Unexpectedly, Damian 
pulled her down onto her knees in front of him then 
undid his shorts and pulled his hard cock into view.  
With a hand on each side of her head, Damian pulled 
Mandy's head down to his crotch.  Mandy opened her 
mouth and took Damian's rigid cock onto her tongue.  
She was instantly fascinated by the feel and texture 
of the shaft and head as Damian slowly moved her up 
and down, fucking her mouth on his cock.  Mandy 
grasped the base of Damian's cock with one hand and 
moved her mouth up and down the shaft at the same 
tempo Damian had been moving her head.  With her other 
hand Mandy reached down between her legs to finger her 
pussy and clitoris.  She could not remember ever being 
this wet before.  She knew, that if she kept this up, 
she would end up with a mouth full of ejaculate.  
Mandy did not try to pull back when Damian's cock 
spewed cum into her mouth.  This man had just made her 
feel pleasures she hadn't even known existed a few 
minutes before, and if he wanted to fill her mouth 
with his discharge she was more than happy to take it.  

Even before his cock stopped jerking in her mouth, 
Damian pulled Mandy to her feet and onto his lap with 
her legs on each side of his.  There was no room for 
question now, Mandy was about to get fucked.  Being 
just as eager for cock as Damian was for pussy, she 
reached down and, grasping Damian's hard cock, guided 
it into her wet, open, virgin vagina.  As she lowered 
herself onto the rampant dick, Mandy could feel her 
cunt stretching to accommodate the large shaft of 
flesh.  She could feel herself stretching, there had 
been nothing bigger than her finger in her previously.  
As she settled into Damian's lap, fully impaled on his 
hard cock, Mandy felt only a tremendous sense of 
fullness.  A wonderful new type of fullness she had 
never felt before.  As she rose up onto her tip toes, 
and slowly sank back down on the hard shaft, Mandy 
knew, beyond any doubt, that this was exactly what 
that particular hole in her body was made for.  Damian 
pulled Mandy close and began to suck on her nipples 
while he moved his cock deep in her body.  

"Yes, fuck me," Mandy moaned, on the verge of tears 
from the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling.  
Mandy thought she was feeling every thing she could 
feel, until Damian gently pushed the tip of one of his 
fingers into her anus.  

"Oh, god," Mandy gasped when the fingertip slipped 
into her anal sphincter.  "Oh, god," she wailed in a 
long, drawn out moan as the finger slipped deeper.  
Damian let her nipple slip from his mouth and kissed 
up her neck to her ear.  

"Next I'm going to fuck this hole," he whispered in 
Mandy's ear, pushing his finger deeper into her while 
he talked so there would be no doubt witch hole he was 
referring to, "then I will own you, you'll be mine 
mouth, ass, and cunt."  An orgasm more intense than 
anything Mandy had ever experienced crashed over 
Mandy's body as Damian proclaimed his ownership of her 
body and simultaneously thrust his finger deep inside 
her ass.

"Yes," Mandy whimpered in Damian's ear, "fuck me and 
make me yours."  Holding Mandy's naked body tight 
against his, and with his finger fully inserted in her 
ass, Damian fucked her with long hard body pounding 
thrust.  Mandy held on to Damian and felt like she was 
on the verge of passing out as his large cock 
thoroughly and completely fucked her cunt.  By the 
time he pulled his still hard shaft from her pussy, 
Mandy's pot saturated brain felt like she'd spent a 
lifetime riding Damian's large flesh-rod. 

With only a brief pause to rearrange Mandy's body, 
bending her face down over the table with her legs 
spread wide, Damian knelt behind her and, pulling her 
fanny open, pushed his tongue deep into her tight, 
virgin ass hole.  While he fucked his tongue in and 
out of Mandy's ass, Damian worked two fingers deep 
into the hole his cock had just abandoned.  

"Oh god, oh god, oh fuck, oh god," Mandy chanted 
softly and almost incoherently as the tongue and 
fingers moved in and out of her body.  Once Mandy's 
nether hole was sufficiently prepared, Damian stood 
behind her and, after fucking his hard cock into her 
cunt a few times to pick up lubrication, he lined his 
dick up with her body's only remaining virgin orifice, 
leaned forward to grasp the edge of the table with one 
hand on each side of Mandy's head, and pushed.

Mandy's face reflected the discomfort of having her 
anus forced open.  Tears streamed from her eyes as her 
sphincter muscle stretched to the point it felt like 
it was ripping.  The stretching stopped, leaving Mandy 
with a whole new feeling of fullness.  

"Fuck yourself," Damian ordered, whispering in Mandy's 
ear, "fuck yourself with your fingers.  Make yourself 
cum while my cock is in your ass."  With tears flowing 
down her cheeks, Mandy reached between her legs with 
both hands and began to work her cunt and clitoris.  
Damian used a handful of Mandy's hair to lift and turn 
her head, making her mouth available.  Pushing his 
tongue between Mandy's lips, Damian explored her mouth 
while he gently moved his cock in her painfully 
stretched anus.    

"It may take a few times," Damian told Mandy as he 
gently wiped the tears from her face after he pulled 
his mouth from hers, "but you will get used to having 
my cock in your ass."  He pulled his cock almost all 
the way out, then pushed it back in before he spoke 
again.  "You might even get to like it."  Even though 
the pain was subsiding, leaving the feeling of 
incredibly uncomfortable fullness in its place, Mandy 
had her doubts about getting to the point where she 
would actually enjoy the experience.  

While he fucked with long slow thrusts, Damian lit 
another joint then held it to Mandy's lips so she 
could take a hit without stopping her frantic 
fingering of her pussy.  He encouraged his new pot-
slut to take hit after hit while he fucked deep into 
her ass.  After several minutes the seemingly 
impossible happened and Mandy felt the warm melting 
feeling that was a precursor of her orgasm sweep over 
her body.  It was followed only moments later by an 
orgasm that caused her anus to clamp down on and 
massage Damian's cock.  Damian held his dick deep 
inside the clasping ass until his orgasm joined hers.  
When Damian pulled his cock from her body Mandy felt a 
momentary emptiness until her ass readjusted.  Damian 
pulled her over to sit on his lap and let his hands 
roam possessively over her still naked body.   

"I'll keep you supplied with grass," he promised 
Mandy, "and in return I expect you to satisfy all of 
my sexual desires."  Mandy nodded her head in 
agreement, then looked over at the magazine.  

"Yes," Damian said noticing her glance, "I will tie 
you up and fuck you're helpless body to my hearts 
content."  Damian brushed some wayward strands of hair 
from Mandy's face.  "I'm going to use you in ways you 
haven't even begun to imagine.  I'm going to make you 
do things you've never dreamed of."  A chill ran down 
Mandy's spine with the certain knowledge that Damian 
would live up to his promises.  

Mandy put her swim suit back on, collected a bag of 
grass and a packet of papers from Damian and headed 
for the gate in the side yard.  Mandy knew that her 
father, if he knew, would call her a whore, a whore 
who fucked for drugs.  He was right, Mandy new she 
would be fucking for drugs, but she was also going to 
be fucking just for the joy of fucking.    
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