                           The Little Slut
                            by Writin' Roy

Published with permission from the author by TYGER.  

Disclaimer: Although this is based on an actual event, it is a work
of fiction and by no means represents the reality of the setting,
characters, or situations described.  In fact, most of it's fake.

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Hey, my name's Roy, and I'm a senior at a high school on Long Island.
Although I'm convinced that this town isn't real America, I still
hang out and pretend to like the people, mainly so I can hit the
parties.  There's basically two kinds of people in this town: preps
and everyone else.  So, the parties here tend to be one or the other.
I try not to latch on to any group in particular, I just try to stay
cool with everyone.  The preps in this town throw a lot of parties.

The good things about these parties is that their houses are huge and
the preppy chicks who are always prude bitches during the day put out
once they get liquored up.  Then there's the non-prep parties.  These
rock.  There's always slammin' tunes, plenty of booze and weed, and
lots of slutty chicks.  The bad part is that they usually make me pay
to get in, and there are a lot of ghetto-type people there.  Either
way, though, I have fun.  So enough bullshit, I want to tell you
about something that happened to me a while ago at a party.

It all started a couple of weeks ago when I met this girl named
Taylor.  This chick came to my school a year ago as an 8th grader.
Man was she a hot ticket.  Every guy in the school was like, "man I'd
like to screw her."  She was a ditzy little chick, always walking
around in the sluttiest little outfits, bending over in skirts, stuff
like that.  She hung with the ghetto people, and got caught smoking
up, the usual slutty girl routine.  It seemed to me like she was
whoring herself out to every lowlife in the school, so I was shocked
to find out that she hadn't gone farther than second!  This made her
even more desirable in my mind, cause this chick was hot!  She was
short and thin, with skinny hips and a tight little ass and... well
you'll find out more a little later.  Oh yeah, did I mention that
Taylor skipped a grade in her old school, making her only 13 in 9th
grade?!  I guess not.  Well, I liked this fact, I liked it a lot.

So anyway, Taylor fucked up a lot in 8th grade, so her parents
decided to put her in a boarding school for her freshman year.  As
the first half of this year went on, I forgot about her, so when she
came back in the winter, it was like "Alright, that chick's back."  I
learned that Taylor had gone to a co-ed boarding school, and while
she was there, she had gone from a mere slut to a megaslut.  People
said that she fucked her brains out there, and I wasn't at all
surprised.  It even made me a little hopeful, cause now I was
thinking, "now maybe I can fuck this chick."

Taylor was in my PE class for the second half of the year, and one
day she just started talking to me.  This was cool because she was a
freshman and I hadn't ever talked to her before (mainly because she
was a freshman, and it wouldn't seem socially acceptable for a senior
to hit on a 9th grader).  She mentioned this party that a bunch of
ghetto-type people were having that night.  I asked her if she needed
a ride there, and she said, "Yeah, I didn't know how I was going to
get there, especially since I just got kicked out of my house."

"What for?"  I asked.

"Smokin' up," she said, "I've been living at friends houses for like
a week."

So I guess I had a date, or at least as much of a date as someone can
get with such a slut.  I thought this might get interesting,
especially since I wouldn't have to bring her home or deal with her
parents, or anything.

Now I knew my mission would be to get her loaded enough, and then
make my move.  We pulled up to the house and I got out of my car.
The ghetto-type people outside the door looked at me a little funny
(I guess they consider me a prep), but when they saw Taylor, I could
tell everything was cool with them.  "Hey, is my sister in there?"
she asked one of them.

"Yeah, here's your cup, we got two kegs in there, have a good time."
Her sister... of course.  Probably the only slut bigger than Taylor
is Taylor's sister Katie.  She screwed all the ghetto guys.  I even
heard that she and Taylor and Katie's boyfriend had a three-way, but
I didn't know whether or not to believe this.  All I knew was that if
Taylor was bi, she couldn't get much more desirable to me.  "Hey
man," the door guy said to me as he handed me a cup.  Cool, since
they knew Taylor, they let us in free of charge.

Inside, the party was pretty cool.  Classic ghetto-style house party,
full of weed smoke, black light, and a DJ with lots of hip-hop music.
I'm not such a great dancer, but the DJ was slamin', and after a few
brews, I loosened up.  I didn't want to get too drunk, however, just
in case I got some action, so I could remember what the hell
happened.  Also, I had to drive home.

Taylor, on the other hand, was getting plenty loaded.  We got
separated for about 15 or 20 minutes, and the next time I saw her,
she was practically tripping over herself.  "This is great," I
thought, "This chick's already wasted, I didn't even have to persuade
her."  I wasn't surprised, either.  She's so diminutive, I'd bet it
doesn't even take her five beers until she's half passed out.  We
were on the first floor with the kegs, and since the DJ was
downstairs, up here there was just a bunch of people (mostly guys)
sitting around getting drunk.

All of a sudden, Taylor got up and said, "OK, I got kicked out of my
house a while ago, and I need some money, so if you all chip in, I'll
strip for you guys."  My dick jumped in my pants when I heard her say
that.  Apparently, I wasn't the only one.  Every guy in the room
(including me) instantly reached into their pockets.  I pulled out
whatever I could find, a couple bucks, or something.  We all put our
money on this table in the center of the room.  She counted it up,
and it was like $90.

"This is enough," she said, and got up on the table.  She was
standing up, and moving around sexily, although I could tell she was
really hammered.  She ran her hands up and down her sides and then up
to her breasts.  She squeezed her small tits and then ran her hands
down between her legs.  She then slowly lifted her top, exposing her
tits clad in a lacy black bra.  She then moved down to her sexy tight
black pants.  She slowly unzipped her pants, and hooked her thumbs
under the waist, and slowly slid them down.  As she did, she bent
over, exposing matching black panties.  When she got her pants down
to her ankles, her ass was sticking up lewdly into the air, right in
front of my face.  Her ass was small, her hips flaring slightly past
her skinny waist, and I couldn't help but ask myself whether this
chick was even fully developed.  As she bent over as far as
physically possible, I watched as her panties were pulled tight
between her legs, revealing the pubic mound underneath.  Watching the
tight material stretch tight over her mound, revealing the cleft
between her pussy lips was almost too much for me to bear.

She danced around for a while in her underwear, but she knew what the
drunken idiots around her wanted.  Taylor reached behind her back and
unhooked her bra, and pulled the cups away from her tits, exposing
them to the crowd.  Her small breasts couldn't have been more than
A-cups, but they looked so awesome on her body.  They were pert and
slightly rounded, and they flowed beautifully into large, cone-like
red nipples that looked like they were unusually protruded for such
small breasts.  A cheer went up in the crowd as Taylor exposed
herself and chucked her bra into the group of guys gathered around
the table.  She danced around, squeezing her tits, pushing them
together, and rubbing her pointy nipples, much to my enjoyment.

As she moved, I could tell the alcohol was beginning to really effect
her, because her motions were becoming slower and drunkier (if that's
a word).  Finally, she gave the crowd what they'd been waiting for.
She sexily hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her lacy panties,
and pulled them down the same way she pulled down her pants.  She was
bending over with her ass pointing right at me.  My heart was beating
so fast, and maybe it was just the alcohol, but it seemed like she
was pulling her panties down in slow-motion.  I had a hard on since
she suggested stripping, but now my dick was ready to jump out of my
pants.  I was practically drooling as I watched the waistband of
Taylor's panties move progressively lower.  I watched the top of the
waistband slide down past the top of her ass crack, and down further
and further, revealing her tight little ass.  Then I braced myself
for what I knew was coming next.  Her panties slipped off her ass,
revealing to me her pussy.  My dick lurched in my pants, and she let
her panties fall, until they were around her ankles.  She used one
foot to kick the lacy undergarments into the crowd.  Amazingly, they
landed right in my lap.  I put the crotch area of the panties to my
nose and breathed in deeply.  Damn, if I didn't know better, I'd say
this chick was getting turned on by stripping.

She turned around a few times, running her hands over her lithe young
body, over her breasts and between her legs.  Then she sat down on
top of the table and, with her knees bent, spread her legs wide open.
I almost blew my load right there when I saw her entire naked cunt
displayed wantonly before my eyes.  This little strip show was
quickly becoming nothing more than pornography... excellent.

Getting a closer look at her pussy, it was quite clear to me now that
this little slut wasn't even fully developed.  She had a dark patch
of pubic hair above the top of her slit, but it wasn't the thick,
bushy matte that some girls have.  Also, her pubic hair had just
begun to creep down the sides of her pussy lips, leaving the most
part of her cunt clearly visible.

Being petite, I didn't really expect Taylor to have a large pussy,
but the one I saw before me was even smaller than I expected.  Her
mound was a slightly thinner and longer version of the classic coffee
bean shape, but it still looked like it was not done developing.  Her
thin, pink pussy lips were fairly tight against her body, but the
opening of her vagina looked like it had been prematurely stretched
out by more than a few dicks.  At the top of her slit I could see her
little clit peeking out from her outer lips.  Taylor slid one hand
down to her pussy, and flared open her outer lips, revealing more to
my eager eyes.  The inside of her pussy was glistening and red, from
her inner lips, which looked puffy and aroused, right up to her clit,
which was poking its way out from its little hood.

The wood I had in my pants was by now so hard it hurt, but I didn't
know what I could do about it now.  She continued playing with
herself for our enjoyment, opening and closing her pussy, running her
finger up and down her slit, and squeezing her small tits together
while playing with her nipples, the whole time my dick straining
against my pants.

Suddenly, Taylor put her hand on her forehead as though she had a bad
headache.  Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed back on the table.
There she lay, naked and sprawled out on the table before us.  Now,
as you probably know, this scene could have turned ugly pretty
quickly.  I mean, a wasted, passed out little slut in a room full of
drunk, horny guys.  But luckily for Taylor, her sister Katie, who had
been around when Taylor passed out, rushed over to see what happened.

Katie, a redhead who was two years older than Taylor, was another
huge slut, as I mentioned before, but not nearly as hot as Taylor
was.  Her body wasn't bad, but she had small tits, and her face was
kind of screwed up.  Anyway, she went over to her sister and propped
her head up on her chest, trying to get her upright.  She fanned her
face, and talked to her in an attempt to revive her.  After a while,
Taylor opened her eyes and said distantly, "What happened?"

"It's alright," said Katie gently, "you just blacked out for a while,
that's all."

"Oh, no," said Taylor, who buried her head in her sister's chest.

"Aw, it's alright," said Katie, tenderly stroking her sister's hair.
"You know something?  you looked really hot just now stripping for
these guys," she said as she moved her hand down Taylor's smooth skin
to her ass.

I was thinking that this was now getting kind of weird, but I was
still captivated by the sight of Taylor's nude body, so I stayed
where I was.  "Really?"  asked Taylor in response to her sister.

"Yeah, and you know something else?"  said Katie, "you look so sexy
right now, sitting on my lap like this."  Taylor looked up into her
sister's eyes, but before she could say anything, Katie kissed her.

Now this was no sister to sister kiss, this was a slow, tender kiss
like the ones shared between lovers.  It quickly evolved into a full
blown, open-mouth kiss, and then into a heavy tonguing kiss like in
porno movies, and all of a sudden it seemed that Taylor and Katie
couldn't get their hands off of each other.  Katie's hands were on
Taylor's breasts, and she cupped them, and kneaded them with her
palms.  Taylor had one hand on Katie's breast, and one had gone up
Katie's skirt.  When Taylor's hand reached its destination, Katie
broke off from the kiss and arched her neck back with a moan.  At
this point I felt my eyes practically bulge out of my skull.  Before
me was a hot lesbian love scene between two chicks I saw everyday in
school.  And as if that wasn't enough, they were sisters!

They continued to feel each other up, Katie's hands running over
Taylor's smooth back, and down to her ass.  Taylor's hand continued
to move rhythmically in Katie's skirt.  All the while, they were
practically sucking each other's faces off, groaning into each
other's mouths.

Katie's hand eventually made its way down to Taylor's crotch.  She
cupped her sister's entire pubic area, and Taylor immediately
responded by grinding her horny little cunt against the hand.  Katie
ran her middle finger into Taylor's by now moist slit.  Taylor
continued to hump, rubbing her sister's finger up and down in her
slit, and mashing her clit against Katie's palm.  Taylor moved her
hands up to her sister's shirt and proceeded to unbutton it.

When Taylor got down to about the third button, she blacked out
again, and fell limp against her sister.  "Damn," I thought, "Just
when things were starting to get really hot."

Katie's face quickly developed into a disappointed frown, but then
her sense of responsibility came back to her, and she said, "She's
had way too much to drink, she's got to go home."  She then reached
for Taylor's clothes, and after putting the wad of money into a
pocket, proceeded to dress her sister.  A chorus of disappointed
exclamations and gestures went up as most of the guys began to clear
out of the room.  But, feeling partially responsible as Taylor's
date, or whatever I was, I stayed.  I quickly realized I still had
her panties, but I decided to put them in my pocket as a souvenir.

Once Taylor was clothed, her sister asked, "Hey, who brought her
here?"

Snapping out of the daze that had come over me during this whole
ordeal, I stood up and said, "Me."

"OK, Roy, right?"  said Katie, "could you take her back to wherever
she's been staying?  She's way to drunk to stay here."

"Sure, no problem," I said.  Actually, it might be a problem.  I was
still a little out of it, and I wasn't sure I could drive.  Also, I
was kind of disappointed that I hadn't gotten any that night, even
though I saw a show that I knew I wouldn't soon forget.  But despite
it all, I picked Taylor's small body up off of the table and began to
go towards the door.

But before I got outside, Taylor woke up and said, "Roy?  What's
happening?"

"You passed out again, I'm taking you back to your friend's place."

"No, I can't go back, they'll throw me out if they find out I've been
drinking."

"Hey," I said, "you're totally loaded, I can't just leave you here."

"Please, Roy, don't," she said sheepishly.  There, cradled in my
arms, looking up at me with those eyes of hers, I knew I was helpless
against her will.  So, I carried her upstairs, and into one of the
currently unoccupied bedrooms.

Laying her on a bed, I said, "Just try to sleep it off.  I'll bring
you home when you sober up."

Just as I was about to leave the room, she said, "No, Roy, stay."

At these words my mind raced and I was ecstatic at the prospects of
getting this girl in bed, but I kept my cool, saying, "Sure," and
getting down next to her on the bed.

She put her hand on my leg and said sweetly, "Why are you so nice to
me, Roy?"  Before I could answer, she had straddled my lap, and
proceeded to kiss me passionately.

"Damn, this girl sure is making it easy for me," I thought as I ran
my hands up over her lithe body.  I practically threw her back onto
the bed and jumped on top of her, kissing her and wildly trying to
undress her.  As I was taking her shirt off, she was deftly slipping
out of her pants (no doubt she had done this many times before).
After I got her shirt off, I practically tore her bra off to get to
those sexy little tits.  Once they were exposed I took one of those
hard, red, candy-like nipples in my mouth and sucked hard.  She
screamed and grabbed a hold of my head and held it there as I sucked,
each time feeling the nipple expanding and hardening.  By the time I
took my mouth off to go for the other nipple, the one I had been
working on was so hard it looked like the eraser on a pencil.  I
proceeded to do the same thing with her other nipple.

Now that she was completely naked (again), I hurried to take the rest
of my clothes off.  I threw off my shirt, and hastily unfastened my
pants.  Then, in one quick motion, I disposed of my underwear,
letting my dick spring out, hard as an iron rail.  I then continued
to suck on Taylor's breasts, as one hand went between her legs.  I
wanted to make sure she was really wet before I inserted, because she
looked like she might be kind of tight, especially for a guy like me,
if you know what I mean.

Well, no problem there.  Taylor's oily lubrication seeped out of her
hole as I spread the lips of her pussy open.  I moved my hand up to
her clit, which was now fully engorged and visible, poking out from
her outer lips.  I was surprised at it's size and hardness as I ran
my fingers over it, causing a little squeal to come out of Taylor.  I
stopped sucking to look down at her aroused cunt, and my dick
lurched.  It was so hard that it felt as though a single touch would
set me off.  I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer if I didn't
take her soon.  So, I got into position on my knees in front of her.

She knew what was coming next, and spread her legs wide for me.  She
used two fingers to spread her cunt lips open, and lay there with a
sweet, expectant smile, waiting for me to enter her.  I didn't really
know how I wanted to go about doing this, but I decided to move fast
for fear of blowing my load all over her before I was even in.  So, I
positioned the head of my cock on her swollen inner lips and,
grabbing her hips, thrust as hard as I could, driving most of my cock
into her with one push.

In fact, it went in easier than I expected, but then again this chick
was no virgin.  As soon as I felt my whole shaft get enveloped in her
warm, moist tunnel, I came violently, not having time to pull out
even if I wanted to (which I didn't).  When Taylor felt my hot cum
hit the walls of her pussy, she moaned, and I felt her pussy grip my
dick.

I wasn't even near finished for the night.  My dick hadn't even gone
a little soft after I came, and I started to hump her.  I had to go
slowly at first, because Taylor was tighter than I had realized at
first.  She was the tightest I'd ever had.  In fact, looking down at
her penetrated pussy, I was surprised that I fit in her at all.  Her
immature pussy lips were stretched tight over my shaft, and when I
pushed into her, they even folded in on themselves a little bit.  If
she was this tight now, I thought that it must have been like heaven
for the guys who fucked her her first couple of times.

Every time I pushed in I felt myself filling her to capacity, and
every time I pulled back, I felt her tender pussy gripping my cock.
As she eased up, I began to hump her harder and harder, until I was
slamming my dick into her as hard and as fast as I could.  I could
tell this was how she liked it, too, her rhythmic screams increased
in intensity until she was silenced by the overpowering waves of
orgasm washing over her.  Her angelic little face contorted violently
as her orgasm hit her.  Then her back spasmed as she lurched upward
and bit my shoulder.  I felt her cumming hard on my dick, the waves
of muscle contractions milking my dick, which I slammed into her and
held there as she came.  Soon, I couldn't hold it any longer, either,
and I again shot the sherbet in her little cunt.  Even after I was
done, she wrapped her legs around my waist and thrust upwards,
wailing each time until her orgasm subsided.

She then fell back on the bed, and we just lay there.  She fell
asleep in a matter of seconds, but I just stayed there, soaking up
the beauty of her young body.  After a while, I decided I better get
some sleep as well, seeing as how I was driving her home, and I was
in no condition to get behind the wheel.

The next day, I awoke and found her gone.  After getting dressed, I
searched around the house looking for her.  It was about 6am, and the
sun was just coming up.  There were a few people still there, mostly
passed out on the floor or just getting up, like me.  However, there
was no sign of Taylor anywhere.  I decided this was just as well,
considering I wanted to get home pronto, before my parents woke up.
As I got into my car, I thought, "At least I'll have this to remember
last night," as I reached into my pocket.  But, mysteriously, the
panties were gone.  I chuckled to my self and said out loud, "That
little slut."

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