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 Story Title: My Wedding Day
By: Can Fog a Mirror (canfogamirror@gmail.com)
This is the story of a young women's erotic journey from adolescence to
adulthood.  It is a long story but is divided into chapters that allow for

easy reading.  I would be pleased to hear any comments that you might have.

   Prologue

   My name is Diane and today is my wedding day.  I'm alone in my hotel
room waiting for a car that my father-law to be, is sending to pick me up
and take me to the church.  My maid of honor assisted me in dressing and I
told her to go ahead to the church to give me "some alone time."

   Let me tell you a little about myself.  I'm 23 years old and have never
been married.  I have red (strawberry blond) hair and green eyes.  My skin
is smooth except for freckles on, and around, my breasts.  I am 5' 7" and
weigh about 110 pounds.  My breasts are 36C's, and although not humongous,
look good on my slim frame.  My waist is narrow, about 32" and hips are
round with a nice butt (not a bubble butt) proportionate with my body and
measuring about 36".  Over all I think I am attractive and most men seem to
agree.  I have a college degree and an associate accountant position with a
local, but prestigious public accounting firm.  I grew up in a town about
100 miles from where I am getting married and where my fiancée and I will
live.

   My fiancée, Brad, comes from a well-to-do family that is socially
prominent in town.  He is nice looking and well mannered.  I wouldn't
describe him as a hunk, but more of a preppy guy from a rich family.  His
father is majority partner in a local law firm that is highly regarded.  My
fiancée is a junior partner with the firm.  He's not terribly exciting but
a solid individual.  I'm certain that he will provide a stable life, which
is something that I have lacked.  The fact that he comes from a wealthy
family, with no siblings makes him a "nice catch" for a girl like me.  I
certainly am not "from the other side of the tracks" but never moved in the
circles he is accustomed to.

   Last night his best man and buddies threw him a typical bachelor party.
As I understand it there were plenty of drinks and food, and though nobody
said it, I have the feeling that there may have been a stripper or two.

   My bachelorette party, also held last night was anything but typical. 
It was held in a suite at the hotel where I was staying.  It began with
plenty of wine and drinks.  We played the stupid games that are usual at
bachelorette parties, and I received gifts, mostly lingerie and sex toys.
But then the party took an unusual turn.  In walked three very large black
men.  All three had athletic builds and were well dressed.

   It turns out that they were bachelorette "party favors." They circled
around me and began to touch me in all the right places.  Not intending to
be entertainment for the other attendees, they led me into one of the
bedrooms and slowly undressed me.  As they stripped me they went back to
those "right places." However, with fewer items of clothing, the touches
were considerably more sensuous.  I was squirming and starting to breath
hard.  Their hands sent little shocks of electricity through my body and
ended at my pussy.

   When I was completely naked, they laid me back onto the bed and
proceeded to run their hands and tongues all over my body.  I was so hot, I
was moaning and my pussy was gushing girl juice.  I couldn't say anything
but "Ohhhh, yessss, more, more, ohhhh, more, pleaseee don't stop!" They
undressed and I was greeted with three of the biggest, blackest dicks I had
ever seen.  Now I've had big cocks before, but I wasn't at all certain that
I could take these three.

   Two of them laid down on either side of me and gave me deep French
kisses.  I reacted by opening my mouth and sucking his tongue into my mine.
They kissed and licked and nibbled their way down my neck and shoulders and
settled on my boobs.  They teased my mams with their tongues, licking
circles around my areola and getting dangerously close to my nipples.  I
pushed their heads, trying to get my nipples into their mouths.  I moaned
and told them, "Suck me, bite me, get me so hot that I cum." They finally
took my nips into their mouths, and sucked and nibbled until they were hard
and sticking out more than they ever had before.  Then they twisted,
pinched and pulled my nipples.  I almost came!  I was moaning and begging
them for more.  My nipples are hard-wired directly to my pussy and I was in
heaven.  They bit my boobs and I was afraid they were leaving bite marks
that my fiancée would be able to see, but I was so caught up with passion I
really didn't give a shit.  I just said, "Bite me hard, abuse my tits, make
me your whore."

   The third guy started working his tongue over my tummy dipping
dangerously close to my red hot cunt.  But every time he got close, he
eased away.  I pushed my hips up, trying to rub my mound on his mouth but
he stayed just barely out of range.  I begged him to "Lick my horney cunt,
get me wetter, bite my clit and make me cum all over your face." He moved
down and spread my legs further apart and started work on my inner thighs.
I could feel him suck my skin all around my engorged flower and I knew he
was leaving a trail of hickeys on my sensitive skin.  I was completely out
of control!  I pulled his head into my pussy and said "Ohhhh baby fuck me,
fuck me with your tongue, yesss fuck me, ohhhh please fuck me!  More, more
don't stop"

   He finally took mercy on me and began to pull my outer folds with his
teeth.  That sent me over the top and I yelled "Ugggh, I'm cumming, I'm
cumming, ohhh, yesss lick me, bite me, fuck me, don't stop!" I orgasmed
over and over, or more accurately, continuously, and it seemed like it went
on for 15 minutes.  It was so intense that I stopped breathing and thrashed
my whole body around.  When I finally came down and caught my breath, he
inserted his talented tongue into my inner folds, being careful not to
actually touch my clitty or fuck hole.  I was going crazy again.  I could
no longer keep even a vestige of decency.  I yelled at him to "fuck me with
your beautiful tongue, suck my clit, bite it, do it hard and make me sore,
yessss, yessss, don't be gentle, make me cum again.  I need to cum soooo
bad!" He finally pushed his tongue into my hole further than any other man
ever had.  My clitty was standing up and sticking out like a small penis.
One of the other guys sucked it into his mouth and gently pulled on it with
his teeth.  I came violently and covered both of their faces with girl cum.
I yelled, "Ohhhh baby that is soooo good.  Do it more, more, fuck me with
your beautiful tongue."

   The guy who had his tongue in me worked his way up my body and gave me a
kiss and I tasted my own juices.  The two other guys spread my legs further
and lifted my knees.  I felt the third guy's fuck tool pressing into my
opening.  Now I've fucked black dudes and guys with huge cocks before, but
never anything like this.  I was afraid he would split me in two and ruin
me for my honeymoon night.  He sensed this and told me to relax and that he
would take it slow.  I told him "That's good baby, but I want it all, I
want it all now, ohhhh yesss, but please don't stop ohhh, open me up,
stretch me, don't stop!" He inserted himself slowly and it helped that I
was so well lubricated with my juices.  He slid it into me about an inch at
a time, and then stopped to let my canal adjust to his size.  I was amazed
that I could take this monster with only a little discomfort that quickly
changed to pleasure.  He got a little over half way in when I could take it
no longer.  I wrapped my legs around his hips and pushed him further into
me.  I thrust my hips toward him and yelled "Give it all to me and fuck me,
ohhhh yes, yes, yessss fuck my cunt and never stop, fuck me with your big
black cock, ram me, pound me, hurt me.  I'm your black cock slut!" Our
joint efforts rammed his tool home and I felt it hit my cervix hard.  That
did it and I went hot monkey wild again letting him and probably everyone
else know that I was "cumming, cumming and cumming, uggggh yesss, more" and
loving it.  I yelled "I love your big black cock and I never want you to
pull it out of me, stretch my cunt and make it sore, bang me some more,
shoot me full of your black juice, ohhhh, uhgggg, fuck me."

   He tensed up and I felt a white hot splash of lava erupt from his cock
and fill me up.  I finally fell back on the bed knowing that I had been
royally fucked but still wanting more.  The other two guys were rock hard
and started rubbing their tools all over my face and poking at my mouth.  I
said "ohhhh, yesss, yesss, fuck my mouth!" I opened it and sucked one of
these huge tools into my oral cavity.  I grabbed the other guy's dick and
started to jack him off.  My mouth was being plundered by a hard black cock
and I was loving it.  He pushed into the back of my mouth and down my
throat.  I couldn't talk but I was moaning my approval.  I was gasping for
breath when he exploded sending continuous bursts of hot cum down my
throat. That pushed the other guy over the top and came sending gallons of
sweet fuck juice all over my face and tits.  I had another bone crashing
orgasm that went on and on and on.  Finally, all three of them collapsed on
top of me.  We rested and caught our breath.

   But not for long.  One of the guys flipped me over and pulled me on top
of him.  He pushed me up on my knees with my ass sticking up in the air. 
Another of the guys kneeled in back of me and started rubbing his dick up
and down my gushy slit and used some of what was dripping out of me to lube
his organ.  I was confused until I felt his huge bulb pressing against my
asshole.  I cried, begging him to stop but knowing I really wanted it. 
"Nooo, nooo, it's too big.  You'll tear me open" But then I relaxed and the
head of his dick popped in past my sphincter.  I yelled again "ohh baby
fuck my ass with your big black dick, ohhh yesss, fuck me and don't stop,
fuck me with your big black tool, cum in my asshole!" It hurt but I knew it
would be a nice hurt and I told him to take all of me but slowly.  He
accommodated me and soon I could feel his balls slapping against my pussy.
The other guy pulled me closer, lifted his hips and plunged his cock deep
into my well fucked pussy.  Not to be left out, the third guy stuck his
member into my mouth.  I was being screwed in all three of my holes and
loving it.

   To make an already long story a little shorter, they took turns boning
me in all three of my openings.  When one guy finished another would jump
on.  Their recovery power was incredible.  From the sounds I heard coming
from the other bedroom, they took care of some, if not all, of my
girlfriends.  In the end I was literally covered with cum.  My pussy and
asshole were pleasantly sore.  My room was just a little way down the hall
so they wrapped me up in a big fluffy towel and helped me back to my room.
I fell into bed knowing that this was the sluttiest night of my life and I
loved it.

   Luckily I had set the alarm before I went to my party.  It woke me up in
time to get ready for my wedding.  When I woke up most of me was stuck to
the bed sheets, with cum, and my hair was matted.  My whole body ached and
especially my two lower orifices.  I had a hand mirror and I used it to
examine my pussy.  My cunt lips were red and swollen and my fuck hole gaped
wide open.  Cum was still leaking out of my pussy and asshole.

   I had plenty of time and my room had a spa tub so filled it with hot
water and I dragged myself into it.  The hotel had provided a nice bubble
bath which I poured into the tub and mixed it with the jets of water.  I
could feel myself slowly coming back to life.  I shampooed my hair and
rinsed off with the shower.  I dried myself and inspected my body in the
full mirror.  There weren't too many telltale bite marks but there were two
prominent hickeys in between my legs, right by my pussy.  Luckily if I kept
my legs together they wouldn't show.  My fiancée thought putting his mouth
anywhere near my pussy was disgusting so I knew he wasn't going to be close
enough to see them.  My pussy was still leaking so I put on a pair of white
panties with a pad.  I stuck an extra pair of panties and a couple of spare
pads into my purse in case I needed them.  I put on a hotel bath robe, blow
dried my hair and styled it.  I wore my hair in a simple loose style so it
didn't need much to make it look good.

   Chapter 1 An Unexpected Visitor

   About that time heard a knock at the door.  I was surprised as it was
way earlier than I expected my matron of honor.  I was even more surprised,
when I opened the door, to be face-to-face with Rick, my fiancée's best
man. He announced was here to get "one for the road." I didn't understand
what he was talking about.  He shut the door behind him pushed me against
the wall.  He kissed me hard and was trying to remove my robe.

   Then it dawned on me what he meant by "one for the road!" Rick and I had
dated in college and had fucked each other's brains out.  He actually
introduced me to Brad, my fiancée to be.  I don't think Brad knew about our
history together.  I'm certain he didn't know that Rick and I met
occasionally for a fuck session, after Brad and I began dating and even a
few times after we were engaged.  Rick had a nice dick and really knew how
to use it.  In contrast Brad was pretty inexperienced.  I never claimed to
be a virgin but I intimated that I had only been with a few men.

   But back to Rick.  He finally got my robe open and I was standing there
in only my white panties.  He pulled me to the bed and I fought him all the
way.  He pushed me down on the bed and began to work his mouth, tongue and
teeth all over my breasts.  I tried to push him off but he was determined
and much stronger than me.  After a few minutes, my body betrayed me.  I
felt that familiar heat in my cunt and I was getting wet.  Rick knew me and
he sensed that and pulled my panties down.  I continued to put up a token
fight but my reserve was vanishing fast.  He managed to get his pants and
underwear down and still keep me under control.  He started rubbing his
cockhead in my slit and it was all over.  Rick liked dirty talk and I
yelled for him to "Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me, hard, hard, yesss hard!" I told
him "Ohhh baby, fuck my slut cunt and make me sore!" I told him I "was his
whore and he owned my pussy!" He banged away at me and I began to meet
every thrust with my hips.  It wasn't too long before he flooded my fuck
hole with hot cum.  That precipitated my orgasm and I screamed "Ugggh, your
slut whore is cumming all over your beautiful cock, yesss!" I moaned and
told him that I loved his cock!

   He knew we didn't have much time but he pushed me down on my knees and
made me clean off his dick.  I did him one better and made him cum a little
more in my mouth.  He pulled out after a minute or so and made sure that I
swallowed all his semen.  He put his pants up and arranged his dick.  He
looked at me and said "thanks cunt but you know it's going to happen
again." I hated to admit it but I knew that he was probably right.

   I ordered a pot of coffee from room service and went back into the
bathroom.  There wasn't too much damage done so I just got into the shower
and rinsed my latest infidelity off my hot body.  I touched up my hair.  My
cunt was again discharging globs of Rick's load and probably some left over
from the night before.  I grabbed a new pad and fresh pair of panties and
got back into my robe just before room service arrived.  I still had some
time so I relaxed with a cup of coffee.  My mind played back everything
that had happened.  I knew that there would not be a wedding if Brad found
out about the past ten hours.  Of course, there also would not be a wedding
if he found out about the past ten years.  But you probably want to know
more about that, so let me tell you my whole story.

   Chapter 2 Daddy Issues

   When I was 12 years old, my mom and dad split.  I never understood what
happened but one day, he just walked out and we never saw him again.  I
never knew what happened and my mother refused to talk about it.  So, even
though I didn't know it at the time, I was primed to become a girl with
"daddy issues."

   My mother had a good job and apparently kept all of the marital assets.
She joined a couple of support groups for single parents.  I don't know how
much support she got, but she did create an almost continuous parade of
guys between our front door and her bedroom.

   In the meantime, I was changing.  My hips and butt were getting rounder
and I had grown a cute patch of red fuzz around my little cookie.  I
completely skipped a training bra and went directly to an A cup.  That
doesn't sound all that impressive but it certainly was noticed in the
seventh grade.  Most of the other girls were just starting to grow little
bumps.  Initially they made fun of me but that all stopped when they
noticed that the boys were totally impressed by my chest.

   I was never told much of "the birds and the bees." So I had to depend on
observation and experimentation to learn.  Of course I had a full scale
teaching laboratory in the room next to mine.  Almost every night, I could
hear a lot of what was going on, through the thin walls.  It took a little
thought, but I soon understood what a dick, pussy, cock and a cunt were. 
Mom and whoever always seemed anxious to get into her bedroom. 
Occasionally they left the door open a crack and I'd quietly peek in to see
what was going on.  Mom apparently liked subdued lighting, but I still
could get a good look at their couplings.  With what I heard and could see,
I pretty well figured out what the program was.

   Of course some experimentation was in order.  I found that if I gently
rubbed my breasts, I experienced a tingle between my legs.  If I did the
same to my pussy, I could feel warmth spread through my crouch and I
noticed that I got moist down there.

   There wasn't much to do at home except listen to my mom hump and
occasionally see what was going on.  I was a good student and usually got
my homework done at school.  It was obvious that my mother was happier if I
wasn't home in the evenings.  So I got in the habit of hanging with a bunch
of kids at a local convenience store.  There were both boys and girls, most
of them older than me.  I couldn't understand why the owner of the
convenience store allowed us to congregate there.  At the other stores in
town, the kids would get chased away.  Then I found out that some of the
older girls were "helping" the owner in the storeroom.

   So that became our regular meeting place.  We'd hang out there or go to
one of the kids' houses and play video games, watch TV or listen to music.
The boys and girls paired up to be couples.  These were mostly short term
relationships.  A couple would break up and the two would establish new
relationships with others who had also broken up.  There were a few
acrimonious incidents where it must not have been clearly established who
belonged to who.  But for the most part we all went with the flow.

   Chapter 3 Young Love

   I got to like one of the boys who hung out there.  John was a couple
years older than me, but not old enough to drive.  His father traveled a
lot for business.  His mother worked as a swing shift nurse at the local
hospital.  Her hours varied but she was usually gone late afternoons and
evenings.  That gave us a lot of unsupervised use of their house and of
course mine was always available until the evening.  They had a nice
basement rec room with a TV, stereo, pool table and an air hockey game.

   John and I spent a lot of time there, either alone or with some of the
other kids.  Inevitably we started to take our relationship to the next
level.  Neither of us knew much about what to do or how to do it.  John was
a bit more experienced than me but not too much.

   We'd sit on the couch and hold hands listening to music or watching
television.  Then it naturally escalated into hugging and kissing.  The
first time John stuck his tongue in my mouth I wasn't sure what to do.  But
John taught me to return the favor.  One of us would suck on the others
tongue.  After a while I realized this stimulated me.  It would cause me to
get that delicious tingling in my pussy.  A lot of times, when I later
checked, I found that my pussy was moist or downright wet.  After an
exuberant session, my panties would be wet.  From what I heard from the
older girls, that was how it was supposed to be.

   As we became more intimate, I noticed that we both breathed harder and
occasionally emitted an involuntary moan.  I saw a bulge in his pants and
felt it when he pushed against me, I could feel his hard rod.  The girls
had told me that would happen so I decided that I must be doing the right
thing.  John and I both knew that there was more than just kissing and
hugging.  One day he ran one of his hands up onto my boob.  It felt great
but I didn't want to seem easy so I pushed them away.  After a few more
tries, I didn't push his hand away and he gently massaged my breasts.  Wow,
I never imagined how nice that could feel.  It wasn't too long after that,
he put both hands up inside my tee shirt and played with me outside my bra.
That was even better and I began to really look forward to our sessions.

   I didn't want him to stop there and decided to encourage him on. 
Finally, one day he pulled my bra up and put his hands on my bare breasts.
He teased my nipples and a definite spark went from there to my crouch.  I
took the bull by the horns and pulled my tee shirt up over my head and
whispered to John to unsnap my bra.  This was new ground for both of us and
we went crazy.  He couldn't get enough of my "A's" and I never wanted him
to stop.  Instinctively I pulled his head down to my chest and pushed my
boobs into his face.  He took the que and commenced to lick my nipples. 
Breathlessly I said "lick them baby, ohh suck them" and he accommodated me.
I got so excited, I pushed myself against his teeth and loved it.  He
nibbled and bit my boobs and I felt several hot flashes in my pussy.  I
don't know how but we finally stopped.

   When I got home, my panties were sopping wet and there was a wet spot on
my shorts.  I took this opportunity to explore my wetness and discovered I
was not only wet but slippery.  As I slid my fingers around, I found my
opening and inserted a finger.  It felt great when I moved it in and out
and adding a couple of additional fingers felt even better.  As I intently
fingered myself, my hand pushed against my clitoris.  I felt an eruption of
heat that rippled from my crouch and spread throughout my body.  I had
never felt anything like that.  It subsided and made me feel relaxed and
satisfied.  I was pretty certain that this was my first orgasm.  Later that
evening, I tried again with the same delicious results.

   Emboldened, I let John rub my crouch through my shorts, nice but not
quite the same results.  I was curious and felt John's tool through his
jeans.  He jerked, gasped and pushed against my hand.  Eventually I let him
put his hand down into my pants.  Even manipulating me from outside my
panties was a vast improvement.  He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his
fly. He pulled his pants and underwear down far enough that his penis and
testicles were exposed.  He moved my hand down and I put my hand around his
dick.  He moved his hips and I started moving my hand up and down his
shaft. In minutes, he erupted and sprayed gobs and gobs of hot cum all over
both of us.  He thanked me, kissed me and told me that he loved me.  I let
him put his hands inside my panties and he pushed down over my fuzz and
discovered a flooded pussy.  His fingers and hand went crazy inside my slit
and into my hole.  He mostly missed my clitty and even though I didn't have
an orgasm, it felt really great.  I told him I loved him and we held each
other for a long time.  Then we cleaned the cum, from both of us, kissed
passionately and got dressed.

   We repeated this a few times and it wasn't long until I let him pull my
pants down and off.  I was naked except for my panties.  I helped him out
of his shirt and he pulled off his pants.  He wanted to take my panties off
but I made him stop.  He pushed me down on the couch and got on top of me.
I spread my legs enough that he had the access he wanted.  We had our arms
wrapped around each other and kissed, hard and wet.  He started rubbing his
dick against my panties and soon drenched me with his cum.  We were both
moaning.  I had a small but nice orgasm and wrapped my legs around him to
prolong it.  We held each other and declared our undying love.

   Particularly at our young ages, it was intoxicating to be in love and to
be loved.  We were walking on clouds.  When we were together, we could
hardly keep our mouths and hands off of each other.  We felt so close to
each other and as teenagers, we expressed those feelings with physical
intimacy.

   After that day, it seemed like I was doing laundry every day, washing
panties with cum stains all over the front of them.  But we were in heaven.
Finally, that day came where we got each other so hot that we were
grabbing, pushing, gasping and moaning.  We were both wet from sweat and my
cunt was on fire.  John's cock seemed larger and harder than ever.  My
pussy was gushing like it never had before.  I agreed to let John take my
panties off if he promised not to stick his dick inside me.

   Of course we both had good intentions.  And for a couple of really horny
teens, I think we did pretty well.  I let John rub his engorged prick up
and down my slit.  Every time he touched my clitty, I felt my pussy
convulsing.  My legs were wrapped around his hips.  I alternated between
begging him not "to put it in me," and pulling him closer with my legs.  I
told him "John I love it.  Ohhh fuck yessss, keep rubbing my hot little
slit." If he hadn't exploded, I think that we would have fucked like wild
monkeys and I would have ended up with a big load of cum deep inside my
pussy.

   As it was, he came all over my pubic region.  It was all over my pubes
and running down each side of my vulva.  I sure there was some in my slit
but I had shot so much girl cum, it was impossible to tell.  We just clung
to each other.  If we weren't both so wasted, I'm sure we would have done
it again and he would have been balls deep in my fuck tube.

   In a sober moment later that evening, I realized that it had been too
close for comfort.  If John hadn't been so quick on the trigger, I'd be
worrying about being pregnant.  I had to do something.  Condoms were the
obvious answer but after the skin-to-skin and fluid-to-fluid contact, they
just didn't appeal to me.  I was a "woman" and I was going to feel like
one. Later that week, my mom came home in an afterglow of alcohol and
fucking.  She was flying.  I slid a permission slip across the kitchen
table and she signed it.  I don't know if she read it or not, but it was an
authorization for my doctor to prescribe birth control pills for me.

   The doctor warned me that they would not be effective for at least 30
days and that it would be safer to wait 60 days.  He of course gave me the
lecture on the dangers of STD's.  The only thing I had on my mind was
getting totally fucked.  Period!

   Chapter 4 Becoming a Cumslut

   I told John that he couldn't cum inside me for at least 45 days, but
after that, he could have me whenever, wherever and as often as he pleased.
It was a frustrating 6 weeks.  I continued to regularly have cum soaked
panties, with boy cum on the outside and girl cum on the inside.  Hopefully
there was not too much "soaking through."

   They say "necessity is the mother of invention." We didn't invent
anything new, but we certainly experimented with alternative ways to
pleasure each other.  I perfected the lubricated hand job.  I alternated
between stroking John's dick and slipping it between my titties.  He
thought that was a smashing success!  With a little help, John learned to
locate my clit and keep contact with it when he finger-fucked me.  We had a
lot of fun and I think we did pretty well for our ages.  By the end of the
six weeks, we could consistently give each other a nice orgasm.

   Ultimately, we experimented with oral sex.  Neither of us knew too much
about it, but it was fun learning.  Even though he was a little clumsy at
first, knowing how to find my clit, and having some perseverance, he was
able to bring me to a great orgasm by the end of our "waiting period." I
really didn't have much of an idea of where to start with a blow job. 
Fortunately, at John's age, it didn't take much to bring him off.  I
started by licking and nibbling and it worked.  John provided me with
several nice face fulls of cum, which I thoroughly enjoyed.  I knew that I
was supposed to put his cock inside my mouth.  Once we got his exuberance
under control, I could do a respectable job without gaging or chocking.  I
was not keen about him cumming in my mouth, so when I thought he was close,
I'd pull it out and finish him with my hand.  Ultimately we had an
"accident" and he filled my mouth with cum.  I gagged and started to spit
it out.  Before I could, I discover that it tasted good and that the warm
sticky consistency really turned me on.  It took a few tries before I could
swallow, but after I saw how much it turned him on, I came to love it.  I
didn't know it at the time but I had become a "cumslut."

   Fate was with us.  My mother announced that she was going away for the
weekend that corresponded to the end of the 45 days.  John was able to fake
a Boy Scout camp out so he could be away from home for the whole weekend.
We planned the weekend to be like a honeymoon.  I went to Frederic's and
bought a couple of really sexy (slutty) nighties and an assortment thongs
and skimpy bras.  I figured I could wear thongs now since I no longer
needed my panties to serve as "cum catchers." We procured a bottle of
champagne from mom's liquor cabinet, hoping she wouldn't notice it.  We had
a whirlpool bathtub so I got bubble bath and candles.

   When Friday night finally arrived, we kissed passionately, groped each
other and settled down to dinner, we had ordered in.  We had agreed to make
this weekend wonderful and something we would always remember.  We showed a
lot of self-control for a couple of really horny kids.  We had a great
dinner.

   After dinner, we adjourned to the living room couch.  We necked and
petted and got each other undressed.  When we were both naked, we filled
the whirlpool, lighted the candles and got in together and poured some
bubble bath in.  It was luxurious, as we soaked and made out.

   Well, the water cooled but we got hot.  So we decided to move to the
main event.  We dried each other off and I made John wait in the hall while
I got into one of my new nighties.  When I finally invited him into my
bedroom, he looked at me, and his jaw dropped and his cock rose.

   We made it to the bed and kissed and caressed and licked and quickly
were filled with heat and passion.  My nightie came off.  It was time for
the main event.  I spread my legs and pulled John on top of me.  His cock
was bouncing all over and I was afraid he'd cum to soon.  I said "Ohhh
lover, we've waited so long for this, get inside me and fuck me, ohhh fuck
me and never stop."

   I was amazed at how he took things slow and gentle.  He must have
researched it on the Internet.  He slowly eased himself into me.  I was
well lubricated but my little playhouse was tight.  I really appreciated
John taking his time.  He eased his cock into my pussy very slowly until he
met some resistance.  He gave me time to adjust to his dick rubbing against
my cherry.  Then I told him to "Do it, pop my cherry.  Ohhhh, yesss fuck
me." He pushed through my hymen and waited for me.  I felt a sharp pain
that was quickly replaced with a delicious feeling of being warm and full.
My virginity was history.

   I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him all the way into me.  Then
we just held each other for what seemed like five minutes but was probably
only seconds.  I said "You popped my cherry, now stretch the rest of me out
so we can really fuck." Then I thrust my hips upward.  That got John
moving. It also didn't hurt and I went into a state of wild abandon and
yelled "Ohhhh, baby fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, slam your tool into my juicy
fuck hole and never stop, yesss." He obliged me with a vengeance and I
immediately orgasmed.  That pushed him over the top and he shot glob after
glob of white hot cum into me.  I could feel it and it was fantastic, and I
immediately came again.

   He stayed inside me.  We both basked in the afterglow.  I had the man I
loved inside me, in my most intimate portal, and he had just deposited his
seed in the further most reaches of that portal.  The rest of the weekend
was glorious.  We fucked and sucked our way to Sunday.  It was fantastic
but I was glad to see Sunday come.  I had a really sore cunt.

   The next six months were a fairytale.  We were in love.  We fucked in a
storage room at school, under the bleachers at the football field and even
standing up against the back wall of our favorite convenience store.

   But as often happens when you're young, we both felt ourselves growing
apart.  We knew in our hearts that we had mistaken raging hormones for
love. We mutually agreed to part ways but we have remained friends.  For
several years thereafter, we would hook-up once a year on the anniversary
of our fantastic weekend.

   Chapter 5 To Protect and Serve

   Even though we knew it was right to go our separate ways, I hurt and
felt alone.  But as Betty White says "the best way to get over a man is to
get under another one." I met a guy, old enough to drive and he had his own
car.  It was a typical teenagers' car, used but cared for and personalized
by the owner.  And it had a great back seat.  I was happy to have learned
about sex and had my cherry popped in a bed, but there was something
exciting about that back seat.  But I'm getting ahead of myself.

   Tom and I started dating and would neck and pet in his car.  I wanted to
jump on him, our first date.  But I didn't want him to think I was easy, so
I held him off for the first few dates.  OK, so I did let him feel my boobs
through my blouse and bra on our first date.  On the second, I let him
unbutton my blouse and unsnap my bra.  Ohhh, it felt good!  He tried to put
his hand between by legs but miraculously made myself push it away.  He
pushed me down on my back and climbed on top of me.  He dry humped me but I
kept my legs tightly together.  That resulted in a rush of pussy juice
inside my panties and down my legs.  I was amazed that he didn't see the
wet spots on my jeans when he walked me to the door.

   As you can imagine, we progressed a little more each date.  Several
times I was on the verge of jumping him, but I held off like a "good girl."
But all good things and good girls must come to an end.  I finally found
myself in the backseat, stark naked with Tom on top of me.  I just couldn't
hold out any longer.  I tore his clothes off and guided is cock into my
juicy fuck box.  I wasn't a good judge of dick size then, but it was bigger
than John's and it really felt good.  He fucked me soundly and after my
first orgasm, I went crazy.  I pulled his hips down onto me by wrapping my
legs around his butt.  I yelled "Ohhhh Tom, fuck my pussy hard and make me
cum again, yesss fuck me, pound me, make me cum, ohhhh I love it, do it, I
want to cum all over your cock." He obliged me and I had another earth
shattering orgasm.  That put Tom over the top and he pumped what seemed
like gallons of hot cum into my well fucked pussy.

   We rested for a while and then I licked his dick back to attention.  I
wasn't very skilled at blow jobs, but whatever I did, got results.  I
pushed him down on his back, climbed on top of him, and and said, "I'm
going to bang you `til your dick falls off, I'm going to fuck you and make
you cum in my hot cunt, I'm going to bang your cock until you beg me to
stop." Well I didn't get quite that far, but I fucked him hard enough that
he got into the dirty talk.  He yelled to me to "Yesss, fuck me with your
sexy cum filled pussy, ugggh, fuck me." I said, "I'm going to hump you
until you can't take anymore." After another wild orgasm for each of us,
neither of us could take it anymore.

   We went out to movies, to eat pizza and even on a picnic.  But we both
knew it was simply a prelude to getting naked and in the back seat and
turning into animals.  He and I had similar, mach II sex drives, and we
were really good together.

   There was something about doing it in the backseat that made it better
than a couch or bed.  There was nature all around, stars at night and
sunshine during the days.  And there was excitement of knowing we might get
caught.  Hold that thought.

   One night we were in our favorite make-out spot in the woods.  We were
both stark naked in the back seat.  Tom was on top of me, banging me like
it was the final fuck of his life.  Suddenly the back seat was bathed in
light.  We looked up and there was a cop standing there with a big
flashlight.  He knocked on the window and told us to get out of the car. 
We both grabbed for our clothes, but he ordered us to get out immediately.
We got out, still completely naked.  Then he told us to stand by the car
and he thoroughly inspected us with his flashlight.  He took our ID's and
wrote our information on his note book.

   He told us he was going to have to take us to the police station.  I
knew my mother would be pissed but probably would not make too big a deal
of it.  Tom was terrified and he begged the cop not to take us in.  He said
that if his parents found out they would take away his car and ground him
for life.  After the cop played us for a while, he said that if I came with
him to his squad car, maybe we could work something out.  Tom begged me to
do whatever the cop wanted.

   I finally agreed and reached for my clothes.  He said," no clothes." Tom
started to come with us but the cop told him to stay by the car and get
dressed.  He walked me to the police car.  The headlights were on and the
bastard made me walk in front of the car.  He pushed me onto the back seat
of his car and unzipped and unbuttoned his pants.  I didn't really have any
doubts as to what he was going to do to me, and that confirmed my
expectations.  He climbed in on top of and with no foreplay rammed his hard
cock into my pussy.  I was so wet from screwing Tom that he easily slipped
into me.  He fucked me, came in my hot little box, got off of me and pulled
up his pants.  He told me to get back to Tom's car and if we ever told
anyone what happened he would arrest us.

   That ended our evening, we both went straight home.  We went out the
next evening and finished what we had started.  The atmosphere was strained
to say the least.  I think we both wanted to forget what happened but
couldn't.

   Chapter 6 Whoops

   One evening the next week, my mother had just left the house with her
boyfriend "du jour" and there was a knock at the front door.  I opened it
and one of the guys that was in her "rotation" was standing there.  I told
him my mom was gone.  He said he wanted to talk to me, bad decision, but I
let him in.  He said that a buddy of his, on the police force, had told him
about an incident that involved me.  He told me that he would tell my mom
and Tom's parents about it if I didn't cooperate.

   He pushed me up against a wall and both his hands went up the front of
my sweatshirt.  I wasn't wearing a bra so he was able to grab both of my
bare tits.  I struggled and tried to fight him off but of course he was
stronger.  He grabbed both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers
and squeezed them.  Then he twisted them and pulled on them.  I kept trying
to push him away.  He pulled and twisted my nips and it hurt.  I guess my
hormones took over for my brain, because it started to feel good.  He
lifted up the front of my sweatshirt and began to lick and suck and nibble,
first on one side, then on the other.  I was starting to breath heavy and
stopped struggling.  He kissed me and stuck his tongue into my mouth.  I
responded with my tongue and we adjourned to my bedroom.

   My sweatshirt was off and on the floor almost immediately.  By then I
was really getting into it and I took his shirt off.  He pushed me back
onto my bed and we were skin-to-skin from the waist up.  I knew that there
was "something wrong with this picture." But having an older guy lusting
after me was hot and exciting.

   It didn't take long and we were both out of our remaining clothes.  He
had his hand between my legs and alternated between sawing his finger in
and out of my wet hole and then using his now lubricated finger to rub my
clit.  Now I was thrusting my hips up toward his hand trying to get as much
contact as possible.

   He moved his head between my legs and replaced his finger with his
tongue.  I had little experience with oral sex and none with anybody who
knew what they were doing.  I pushed his head against my cunt as hard as I
could and it drove me crazy.  I came and told him "Ohhhh, eat my horny
pussy and make me cum again, uggggh fuck me with your tongue, don't stop,
make me cum all over your big cock." He did and I did!

   He crawled up my body and our lips met in a sloppy kiss.  I could taste
my juice on his lips.  He said "I'm going to fuck your hot little teenage
pussy." I spread my legs and lifted my knees to give him a perfect target.
He pounded his cock into me and I knew that my semi-experienced fuck hole
was getting stretched more.  It hurt a little but I loved it.  I shouted
"Ohhhh, yesss bang the shit out of my hot cunt and make me cum, ohhhh yesss
more, that teen cunt is all yours tonight, yessss, fuck me hard." He drove
me right up to the brink and then backed off, leaving me going crazy trying
to get his dick back all the way back into me.  I yelled "fuck me, fuck me,
fuck me, stick your big cock into my cunt and stretch it, make me cum all
over your cock." He finally tensed up and shot load after load of hot cum
into my willing pussy.  I came immediately and we both humped each other
until we collapsed.

   I laid there with his cock shrinking out of my well used hole and
realized that there was more to getting laid than just having a dick pushed
in and out of you.  A guy who knew what he was doing brought a whole new
dimension to the experience.  I was also amazed at what he was able to do
eating my pussy.  Wow, a talented tongue makes a big difference.

   We got together several times after that.  I learned what I really liked
from his tongue and filed it away for future reference.  The second time we
got together, he told me he was going to teach me to be the "best little
cocksucker in town." He taught me how to work my tongue and purse my lips,
how to press my tongue against the bottom of his cock and how to swirl my
tongue and mouth around the head of his dick.  With his help, I learned the
basics of deep throating.  I doubled my combined erotic skills after a few
sessions with him.  I found I really liked to give blow jobs.

   In the back of my mind, I still knew that this was all pretty creepy and
wasn't too disappointed when his interest in me started to wane.  I had
never told Tom about any of this so we were still an item although I sensed
that it would never be the same.



   Chapter 7 The Walk of Shame

   By then I was starting to change both physically and emotionally.  I had
grown into a "B" cup and was fast filling it up.  My body was more rounded
and feminine and I had lost that "gangly" appearance.  I had a nice patch
of pubic hair, not gross but plenty of it, and nice and soft and silky.  I
began to trim it and made it look really nice.  Then I started to shave
around my pussy lips leaving a small well-groomed patch just above my slit.
I was lucky enough to have clear skin, no zits, and nice hair that gave me
a casual look without much effort.

   The other kids, especially the boys, said that I really looked hot.  I
stood nude, in front of my full-length mirror and I agreed that I looked
pretty damn good.  I had grown more confident and really enjoyed my
sexuality.  There were a few more people, at school, discussing my
"reputation" than I would have liked, but I had settled comfortably into
high school.  I was able to keep good grades with little effort.

   It became obvious that there was a growing divide between Tom and me. 
Apparently, even though I fucked the cop to save his ass, I was "spoiled
merchandise." When I realized that, I avoided him and we were a thing of
the past.

   Then I met Ronny.  Ronny was older and had graduated from high school.
He said he was working and attending junior college.  It might really have
been trade school but I didn't care.  He had a Corvette and I felt like
"Queen Shit" when I rode in it.

   I didn't want to put out on our first date.  I let him get to bare
boobies, and then I stopped him.  Besides, I didn't know how we were going
to do much more in the Corvette.  Ronnie lived in a house that he rented
with three other guys.  So after three dates I went home with him.  Talk
about the "walk of shame." I came in and left, both with Ronny's house
mates watching me.

   It was our third date and we had gone out for pizza and planned to
return to his house.  The Corvette was parked in a dark corner of the
parking lot.  He really got me warmed up in the car before we left for
home. We got in the car and he pulled me across the console, kissed me
hard, and said, "I'm going to fuck your sweet little cunt off tonight." I
responded "I want you to bang my fuck hole until I'm so sore I can't do it
anymore."

   It was a miracle we didn't have an accident driving to his house.  As
soon as he started the car, I had his jeans unzipped and down around his
knees.  I was trying to get as much of his cock in my mouth as I could.  I
had his now hard dick in my mouth all the way home.  The top was down and
we had to drive through a fairly populated section of town.  Even at
stoplights, I never missed a beat.  Anyone standing on the street corner
could clearly see what was going on.  Whenever people would yell at us or
honk their horns, I'd just raise my arm and wave at them, never missing a
stroke with my mouth.

   We got to his house and literally ran through the living room, past his
housemates and up the stairs.  At the top of the stairs, he pinned me
against the wall, and in a not-so-quiet voice asked me what I wanted.  I
yelled back at him "I want your cock buried deep in my pussy, I want you to
fuck me and fuck me and never stop."

   We had our clothes off in record time, and Ronny pulled me on top or him
in a 69 position.  I pumped his cock in and out of my mouth while he
devoured my cunt.  He flipped me over and was on top of me and in me before
I could take a breath.  We were both trying to bang each other's brains
out. Almost immediately I was screaming "Ohhhh baby, I'm coming all over
your beautiful cock, keep fucking me and never stop, yesss fuck me, pound
me and make me cum." I came a couple of more times before he tensed up and
shot gallons of hot cum deep into my overheated fuck tunnel.  "Ohhhh baby,
I feel you squirting your cum into my fuck box, give me a little more and
I'll cum, please don't stop, make me cum, ohhh, ugggggh here I cum, ohhh I
love it."

   He collapsed on top of me and we just laid there.  Finally, he started
to get soft and pulled his dick out of me.  Without a word spoken, I sucked
his depleted tool into my mouth and cleaned him off.  We tried for a second
event but neither of us were up to it.

   We repeated that several nights.  One night when we got up to his room,
we were making out and he had me stripped down to just my thong.  Suddenly
the door opened and one of his house mates walked in.  Ronny calmly said "I
want you to fuck Joe tonight." I tried to cover myself and told him I
didn't want to.  He pushed me until I finally gave in.

   Joe climbed in between my legs and rubbed his cockhead up and down my
slit, pausing long enough to push against my clitty.  In spite of not
wanting him, my girl cum started flowing and he easily slid into me.  He
slowly moved his dick in and out of me, grinding his pelvic bone against my
clit.  It did feel good and I came once.

   Joe came and pulled out of me and left the room.  Ronny took his place
and gave me a good hard fucking.  I came again and he deposited his load.
Then the most unbelievable thing happened.  He jumped off me, pulled on his
jeans, and pulled me up by my hair.  He yelled that I was a slut because I
came from Joe banging me.  Then he dragged me out of his room, stark naked,
down the stairs, through the living room, past his housemates, and pushed
out of the front door and closed the door.

   I was completely nude on the front porch.  I breathed a sigh of relief
when the door opened and he threw my clothes out.  He slammed the door and
turned the porch light on.  Humiliated, I threw my clothes on and ran all
the way home.  That, of course, was the end of Ronny and I.

   Chapter 8 School Spirit

   I decided that I wanted to be a cheerleader, not out of any real school
spirit, but rather to stay close to the football and basketball teams.  I
tried out and did O.K.  in spite of little previous experience.  The
cheerleading coach invited me to her office for an interview before the
final decisions were made.  There wasn't much to the interview except that
she invited me to her house for coffee after school.

   We had a cup of coffee and "chit-chatted." Then she pulled me toward her
and kissed me on the lips.  She stuck her tongue in my mouth.  I let her
duel with my tongue and then pulled away.  I have to admit I was a little
curious.  I told her it was OK if she wanted to mess around a little but
that I strictly go for cocks.  She said alright but pulled me in for
another kiss.  This time I was more aggressive with my tongue and I could
tell she was really getting into it.

   She played with my boobs, through my sweater, and then put my hands on
her tits.  OK so it felt good but she wasn't making my pussy drip like a
guy could.  She pulled my sweater up over my arms and head and removed my
bra.  Then she stripped to her waist and we embraced with another French
kiss.  She moved my hands to her bare breasts and did the same to mine. 
Again, it felt nice and I have to admit that I did get a little tingle
between my legs.

   I mentally told myself that in spite of this not getting me very
excited, I wanted to experience it.  We adjourned to her bedroom and laid
next to each other and made out.  She put her hand on my cunt and rubbed it
through my jeans.  I did the same to her but there were no shooting stars.
I let her take my pants off and she removed hers.  She pushed my hands
between her legs and started to play with my bare pussy.  In all honesty I
did get wet but nothing like I would with a guy.

   I messed with her sex box and tried to do the things I liked to have
done to me.  She got really wet and started to breathe heavily.  She was
lifting her hips and trying to get as much of my fingers into her as
possible.  At the same time, she began to energetically finger-fuck me. 
She climbed on top of me and between my legs.  She rubbed her clit against
mine.  Yea, well I did get a little excited, and that pushed her over the
top and she had an explosive orgasm.

   OK I did like it and had a couple of mini-orgasms, but I knew I was not
going to become a lesbian.  We got dressed and sat in her living room.  I
told her that I wanted to be honest and straightforward with her.  "I
really enjoyed what we did and I did get excited.  But not a fraction as
excited as I would have if you had a cock between your legs." She said she
understood and really appreciated my honesty.  "You have enough talent that
you made the cheerleading squad.  Maybe we could just be friends." I told
her I'd really like that and I wouldn't rule out an occasional romp with
her in the future.  Ironically, about six months later, she got caught with
a football player's dick banging away in her pussy, and was fired.

   I did get close to the football team.  It was a tradition that the
cheerleaders would sneak into the boy's locker room after every win.  It
was fun, but really no big deal.  It was mostly just playing grab ass (and
grab titty and grab pussy) and smoking a few joints.  A couple of times
some of the cheerleaders got pretty high and stripped down and joined the
players in the shower.  And there were a lot of times when a couple would
sneak off into the equipment room.  The most I ever did was give a couple
of BJ's.  Well, O.K.  I did make a few trips to the equipment room.

   Chapter 9 Making the Football Team

   I guess I attracted enough attention that one of the players invited me
to go to team bonfire with him.  I was flying because of that.  The night
came, my date picked me up, and we drove to a deserted farm that was owned
by one of the player's grandparents.  The bonfire had been lit and about 25
or 30 players were standing around it drinking beer.  However, there was
not another girl there.  Somebody gave me a beer and then a few more and we
passed a giant joint around.

   Everybody was getting pretty mellow.  My date hugged and kissed me. 
Then the most unbelievable thing happened!  All the guys were standing in a
circle around the fire.  My date pushed me to the guy next to him.  He
started groping and feeling me up all over.  He pushed me to the next guy,
and it continued, mostly two guys at a time, really working me over.  The
whole group started calling me the vilest names imaginable.  "Tramp, slut,
whore, cunt, cumbucket, cocksucker," and on and on.

   I felt absolutely humiliated and devastated by their behavior.  Every
few minutes, I was passed along the circle.  They were up inside my
sweatshirt, under my bra and rubbing my crouch through my jeans.  I
struggled to make them stop and to get away, but of course, they were way
too strong.  Finally, my sweatshirt and bra were off and one of the guys
was holding my tits in front with my butt held against his crouch.  I could
feel his hard dick pressing against me.  He twisted my nipples and another
guy came up in front of me and licked and nibbled on them.

   All of a sudden I realized I was getting hot and enjoying it, even the
humiliation.  I was pushed on to the next couple of players and they
unsnapped and unzipped my jeans.  The guy after that had his hand inside my
panties and sliding up and down my now juicy slit.  The next guy slipped a
finger into my sloppy fuck hole and rubbed my clit.  Well it was all over.

   The guys produced a double air mattress, with a blanket over it.  I
stripped off my jeans and panties and laid on my back on the air mattress.
I lifted my knees and spread them apart.  They had a good view of pussy and
a perfect target.  "OK, so you want me to be your whore.  Who's going to be
the first in my hot box?" There was no shortage of volunteers.

   One of the guys jumped on me and slammed his cock into me.  That was all
it took to drive me crazy.  I screamed "Fuck me, fuck me, pound my pussy
and make me sore, ohhh, that's so good." "I want to be fucked, in my fuck
hole, as many times as you guys can get your pricks hard." "Fuck me in my
cunt, fuck me in my mouth and cum all over me." That precipitated several
of them to work me over all at one time.  While my pussy was being was
being ravaged, I got a cock slipped into my mouth and my face fucked.  Two
other guys were rubbing their cocks against my boobs.  Others we jacking
off and spraying me with cum.

   I went ballistic!  "Ohhhh, yesss, fuck me, fuck me, cum in my cunt, my
mouth.  Ohhhh, yessss, yesss.  Cum all over me.  I'm your whore, make me a
real slut.  "That's so good.  Ohhh, Ohhh.  Yes.  Please don't stop giving
me your beautiful dicks.  Bang me until none of us can stand it anymore."
They did just that!

   Finally, we were all fucked out.  I spread my pussy lips apart and
copious amounts of boy and girl cum were leaking out.  I looked up and
smiled and said "well I guess I am a cumbucket." One of the guys gave me a
hand and helped me stand up.  I was covered with semen from head to toe. 
My hair was matted with cum, it was all over my face and tits.  So much
dripped out of my well used hole that it ran down the insides of my legs,
to my feet.

   I was resigned to the name calling and humiliating to resume.  But it
didn't!  The guys handed me a couple of towels and a large container of
handi-wipes to clean up.  Several of them helped me clean all of the cum
off, without any "touchy feely" stuff.  They found my clothes and helped me
into them.

   Then all of them came up to me and gave me a hug, kiss on the cheek or
peck on my mouth.  And they said nice things.  "You are the sexiest girl
alive.  No one could ever turn me on like you do.  You are hot.  You have a
fantastic body.  I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did."

   Out came a couple of bottles of tequila and real glass shot glasses. 
All of us had two or three shots.  Then the team captain said "Diane, you
probably think we're all crazy and you're pretty much right.  Most of us
can't find our own assholes once we walk off of the football field.  Then
all we have are our egos.  We decided we needed somebody to keep us pointed
in the right direction, kind of a window to the real world.  We needed
someone who was really smart but not a nerd.  Someone we could relate to
us, get down and dirty with us, like we did tonight.  We picked you Diane.
We all hope you agree."

   I pulled all of them tightly around me and each of us had a real
(romantic) kiss.  I would have fucked them all again if they had asked me.
And finally he said "Remember, you're one of us now, we all have your back.
Please have our's.""

   We went home and I stood in the shower for about two hours and then
slept for 24 hours.  My sex tube had been fucked almost raw.  My hole was
sore and splayed open.  I wondered if I'd ever be the same again.  I
resented their treatment of me a little, but I knew deep down that I loved
the humiliation.

   The football team, did indeed, have my back.  An obnoxious nerd hit on
me and ended up locked in his locker.  One real asshole teacher jumped on
me for too much noise in the hall.  Miraculously, his car had a flat tire.
Another guy tried to feel my ass.  When school let out that day, he was
tied to the flagpole with his pants down around his ankles.

   Chapter 10 Revenge

   I really don't think the guys ever told anybody the full story.  People
suspected something happened and that I was involved.  The "popular girls"
saw how the football team was treating me and started harassing me.  I
didn't pay much attention at first.  Finally, I had enough.  One by one, I
flirted with their boyfriends.  Eventually I would get them to agree to
meet me and slip away to someplace private (their cars, their parentless
houses, a blanket in the park, etc.).  I'd neck with them and let them feel
me up.  When they tried to get into my pants I told them that they couldn't
fuck me but if they could get me really hot, I'd blow them.  They of course
went at it.  When we were kissing each other's neck and shoulders, I'd make
it a point to leave at least one hickey up there.  Eventually I'd start to
breathe hard and go for their belts and zippers.  I'd help them get their
pants down around their ankles.  Then I'd kiss and lick them all over their
pelvic area, again making sure to leave at least one hickey.  Then I'd blow
them until they were getting close to exploding in my mouth.  Then I'd push
them away and walk (or run) away.

   It was a pretty sure thing that their girlfriends would see the hickey
on their neck or shoulder and realize that something had happened to them.
They knew, when they discovered another hickey between their legs, that it
at least, included their pants being pulled down.  The boys didn't want
anybody to know what happened.  The girls didn't want to admit that someone
had found their way into their boyfriends' pants.  And even though they
suspected that I had something to do with it, they were afraid to make much
of an issue with it.  I did, however, observe that some class rings (going
steady rings) being returned to their owner.  I had stayed away from the
girls who dated football players.  I'd just quietly mention my problem to
the player involved, and they did "have my back."

   Chapter 11 A Scare

   Well, now I'm a junior in high school and 16.  I can fill up my "C" cup.
I got to thinking about the football team gang-bang, and wondering if it
stretched me.  I'd hate for someone to notice that my puss was a little
loose, and incorrectly assume I was promiscuous.  I went on the internet
and found some of those pelvic exercises, Kegels.  I've been doing them
every day.

   Another scary thing happened.  I was at home one night, just about ready
to go to bed.  Mom was in the next room with her boyfriend "du jour." I
went out into the kitchen to get a drink.  Suddenly, someone grabbed me
from behind and pushed me up against the wall.  I screamed.  I could tell
from the hairy arms that it was the boyfriend.  Mom came running out and
tried to get him off me.  He wouldn't budge.  Mom grabbed a knife from the
kitchen counter and waved it at him.  He tried to push her away and got a
pretty bad gash in his arm.  He let me go and ran out of the house.  Mom
and I considered calling the police.  She didn't really have her heart in
it and after my experience with the cops, I was happy to just let it go.

   That was a turning point for Mom and me.  Before that, we didn't see
each other all that much, but did usually have breakfast together.  And if
she was home early from a date, we'd sit and talk.  After the boyfriend
incident, she became more remote.  In the morning, she'd go directly from
her bedroom and out the front door.  I think she was really embarrassed
about the whole thing.  Occasionally, in the evening, after her date, we
would talk.  She usually had had a few drinks and that must have made her
feel more at ease.  That began to be less regular and then stopped almost
completely.  I would have liked to do something but I just didn't know
what. She just seemed to grow quieter and more unavailable.

   Chapter 12 Changing My Luck

   I didn't have any serious boyfriends for a while.  Mostly I'd just date
guys who were really just friends.  Admittedly, some of them were "friends
with benefits." I met a black kid, named Jonas, who was on the basketball
team.  I had never spent much time with black guys, let alone date them. 
We went out and I found him to be a really nice guy.  He was smart, funny
and a real hunk.

   After our first date, he took me to an apartment that he shared with his
mother, who worked nights.  We talked for a while but not too long.  Of
course the inevitable soon occurred.  We went into his bedroom and sat on
the bed and started necking.  It was really different kissing him.  After a
couple of kisses, we went into the dueling tongues mode.  He was big and he
held me tightly.  It felt good.

   He got me warmed up and then turned dominant.  He was starting to
breathe heavily and said "I'm going to nigger fuck your little white
pussy." I It scared me at first but it made my pussy get wet.  It seemed a
little strange since we were still fully dressed and hadn't even petted
yet. He looked at me and said "strip bitch." By then I was breathing hard
and my pussy drenched.  I literally tore off my clothes.  Then he said
"strip me slut." I did him all most as fast as I had done myself.

   He pulled me to him and we kissed, a hard kiss.  I could feel his dick
rising and it was between my legs.  He reached down and put his hands on my
butt cheeks and pushed my pelvis against his.  He threw me back on the bed
and he ended up on top of me and between my legs.  He was roughly rubbing
my boobs and pulling my nipples.  His dick was lightly rubbing my clitty. I
arched my back and moved my hips toward him trying to get his cock into me.

   He raised up on his elbows, looked me straight in the eyes, and said
"I'm going to nigger fuck your slut cunt.  I'm going to stick my nigger
cock into you and fuck you until you can't take it anymore.  When I'm
finished with your dirty fuck box, you'll never be able to feel a white boy
in you, ever again." He did have a really nice cock, but I had fucked white
guys who were bigger than him.  I figured, however, that it was not the
opportune time to discuss size.  He slammed his tool into my fuck tube and
bottomed out on the first stroke.  It hurt but soon felt fantastic.

   We both went crazy!  Wild monkey sex doesn't come close to describing
it. Jonas pounded my hot cunt relentlessly, almost with a vengeance.  I
came almost as soon as he stuck it in me.  "Ohhhhh, I'm going to cum, yes,
yes, just keep fucking me, ugggggh, I'm coming all over your big black
cock." I floated back down off of one of the best orgasms ever, and he
never missed a beat.  He taunted me.  "Have you had enough of my nigger
dick?  Does your whore hole feel like it's fucked out?" Me, "Ohhhhhh, Jonas
it feels great, yes, yes, ohhhhhI I need more, a lot more, please fuck me,
fuck me hard, Ohhhh yesss, fuck me and never stop." Jonas was breathing
like he was about to have a heart attack.  Jonas, "Wowwwww, you have the
best white whore cunt I ever fucked.  Ohhhh I'm going to cum soon.  Can I
cum in you or should I pull out?" Me, "Stay in, squirt me full of black
cum, Ohhhh yes, I'm going to cum as soon as you do.  I'll try to wait for
you, fuck me!"

   I felt him tense up and flood me with gallons of black boy sperm.  I
immediately came myself.  Jonas, "Ohhhhh baby I'm cumming, cumming,
cumming, ugggggg, right inside your white fuck box, you have the sexiest
cunt I've ever been in." Me, Ohhhh Jonas that feels so gooood, keep filling
me up with your black sex juice, Ohhhhh Uggggh, now I'm cumming, ohhhhh, I
love your beautiful black dick, yessss, and I want it forever."

   Jonas rolled off me, both of us trying to catch our breath, both
drenched in sweat and boy/girl cum.  We rested a minute but just a minute.
I rolled over slid his dick into my mouth and licked and sucked like a mad
woman.  It wasn't but a few minutes and Jonas was again standing hard and
erect.  I straddled him and sunk down on his dick until he was balls deep.
I leaned down and gave him a passionate kiss.  Then I started to ride him
vigorously.  I told him "I'm going to fuck you until your nigger dick falls
off."

   He didn't seem too worried that would happen.  He thrust his hips up
toward me and just seemed to be making him penetrate further.  Me, "Ohhhh
baby that feels so gooood, yesss fuck me." Jonas, "Just wait until I fuck
the last of your pussy away, ohhhhh Diane you are soooo sexy, I don't think
you can break my dick off but I know it'll be sore after you get done with
me, ohhhh baby don't stop, Yesss it's so fucking good."

   Me, "If I don't break it off can I have it forever, whenever?  Jonas,
"You'll have it forever if you promise to be my personal slut, to be used
anytime, anyway I want to, ohhhh baby keep fucking me, ohhhhh yessss." Me,
"Ohhhhh yes I'll be your slut and you can use me and abuse me.  Yessss, it
feels great, you might stretch it out a little, but I'll always have more
for you, just keep fucking me, ohhhhhh yesss, and please fuck me hard."
Jonas, "Who does your pussy belong to?" Me, "It's your's baby all your's."
Jonas, "You are now my personal bitch, my white cum whore, I own you. 
You'll do whatever I say, whenever I say it." Me, "Oh yes baby as long as I
can get some of your big black dick regularly."

   Jonas, "I should take you to the hood, you could teach those black
bitches how to fuck nigger dick." We showered together and Jonas took me
home.  Glad I did my pelvic exercises.

   The next day was a Saturday.  I woke up thinking about Jonas and fat
black cock.  I couldn't think of anything else except getting his eight
inches between my legs.  I knew there was a three- day rule that applied to
first dates.  I wasn't sure if it also applied to first fucks.  Finally,
mid-afternoon, I decided to call him.

   Me, "Hi Jonas." Jonas, "Diane!" Me, "I had to talk to you, you may think
I'm crazy.  Last night was really fantastic for me.  I'm really hot for
your black dick.  Can you stick it in me now?" Jonas, "On my way." It was
only minutes until he was knocking on my door.  We barely got the front
door closed before we were ripping each other's clothes off.

   I'll spare you the juicy (and I do mean juicy) details this time.

   Anyway, we became a "thing" a couple.  We spent every unoccupied moment
with each other.  His mother was a single mom from the start and they truly
lived in the ghetto.  By the time Jonas was in elementary school, his
mother, with the help of his grandmother, had "pulled herself up by the
bootstraps," and earned a four-year college degree.  They were able to flee
the old neighborhood and live in a nice apartment in the suburbs.  His
mother was almost ruthless in teaching Jonas the importance of learning and
an education.

   We had fantastic sex, and a lot of it!  Our respective families did not
share our connection with each other.  My mother came out of her now, 24
hour a day mellow mood, and told me she didn't like me seeing a black boy.
I responded with taste and dignity and told her to "fuck off." Jonas'
mother was much more thoughtful about it and told him he should not abandon
"his people." So much for Martin Luther King's dream.  But neither side
absolutely forbid us to see the other, so it was encouragement for us to
act as teenagers, and do exactly opposite of what our parents wanted us to
do.

   While Jonas had managed to get out of the "hood," he straddled both the
ghetto and the suburb culture.  A lot of time we'd go back to his old
neighborhood and hang with his friends and their girlfriends.  They were
nice kids, but they seemed to think they had to do the black "gangsta"
thing.  They pushed their girlfriends around a lot and humiliated them.  It
wasn't unusual for one of them to make their girlfriends expose their
titties or pussies to the whole group.

   They would strip the girls naked and take them to a corner of the room
and fuck them, in plain sight of the others.  Several times, one of the
guys would make their girlfriend suck one of their buddy's dicks.  They
would be forced to let the guy cum in their mouth and then show everyone
else that they had a mouthful of cum, before they swallowed it.  Other
times they had to let the guy squirt on their faces or boobies.

   One night there was a girl I hadn't seen before.  She appeared to be a
bit younger than the rest of the group.  I saw her date whisper something
and she shook her head "no." I could tell they were arguing.  Then one of
the other guys came over to them.  He and her date literally tore her
clothes off.  They bent her over a chair where everybody could see.  They
both butt-fucked her.  She screamed, maybe she had never taken it up the
ass before.  After that, she always did exactly what her boyfriend told her
to do.

   I guess it was inevitable that eventually Jonas would want me to
participate in the "show." At one of the regular weekend get-togethers, we
were standing in the middle of the living room, when he started to undress
me.  I resisted but it turned into token resistance as my inner slut took
over.  When I was buck-naked, he pulled me over to the couch.  He dropped
his pants and sat down between two other guys.

   He turned me around, facing away from him and impaled me on his hard
cock.  That position left nothing to the imagination.  Everyone could not
only see me completely nude, but could see his big black dick invading my
pussy.  In spite of being really hot, I was also embarrassed.

   But it got worse.  Jonas invited the guys to gather around us.  He told
them to do anything to me that they wanted to.  They started of feel me up,
twist my nipples and rub my clit.  I tried to stand up and get away but the
guys on either side of us held my arms.

   Jonas started the dirty talk.  "Tell everybody that you're my white slut
whore.  Tell them that pussy that's getting fucked belongs to me." When I
didn't answer, he grabbed my hair and jerked my head back.  It hurt like
hell but it also caused my last resolve to vanish.  I started to fuck him
back.  It was obvious to everybody that I was finally getting into it. 
Jonas said "Tell everybody what you are." Me "I'm a white cunt slut." Jonas
"Louder." Me "I'M A WHITE CUNT SLUT!" Jonas "Whadda got between your legs?"
Me "A dirty whore's pussy." Jonas "Who does it belong to?" Me "It belongs
to you.  I'm your personal tramp bitch."

   With that, I couldn't hold back anymore.  "Ohhhh gawd.  I'm going to
cum. Ahhhh I'm cumming all over your black cock.  Baby don't stop.  Fuck me
harder.  Harder.  Make my fuck hole sore.  Ohhhh it's so good.  Pound me,
fuck me, fill me up with nigger dick, while everybody watches." Of course,
that emboldened the rest of the guys.  Several of them pulled out their
fuck tools and pointed them toward me.  One rubbed his rod against my lips
and forced my mouth open.  He started to fuck my face and ram his hard cock
down my throat.  I sucked and slurped and gave him a really nasty blow job.
He quickly came in my mouth and Jonas told me to swallow all of it.

   Another of the guys replaced him and came all over my tities and ran
down my tummy.  The third guy came all over my face.  I yelled "Give me
more cum.  Make me look like the dirty slut that I am.  Ohhhh squirt your
juice all over me." Several more obliged me and I was covered with cum. 
That pushed me to another orgasm.  "Ohhhh, ugggh, ohhhh I'm cumming again.
Fuck me hard Jonas and make me keep cumming.  Fill me up with your dirty
black jizz." That made Jonas erupt inside me and I came again.  Ohhhh baby
I can feel your hot cum filling me up.  Ugggh give me as much as you can. I
want everybody to see your cum drip out of my slut cunt."

   We stood up and Jonas got his pants back on.  I started to get my
clothes, but he had other ideas.  He held my arms in back of me and invited
everyone, especially the girls, to rub the cum all over my chest, and face.
Some of the guys made their girlfriends spread the cum around with their
tongues.  Some were forced to suck my nipples.  Then they sat me down and
spread my legs.  They got the younger girl, who had been butt fucked a few
nights earlier, and made her lick my pussy clean.

   Jonas finally let me get dressed.  As I returned to my senses, I
realized that this was too much.  Way too much.  I've told you before that
a little "show and tell" turned me on.  And I am a natural exhibitionist.
And that's fine if it is intended to turn both partners on.  But this was
different.  None of this was for me.  It was all for the guys' enjoyment.
It was for Jonas' "gangsta"ego.  Maybe I had some latent racism.  Anyway I
got my coat and told Jonas I was leaving and I never wanted to see him
again.  He began to berate me.  With taste and dignity, I told him to "Go
fuck a dead rat" and walked out.  Fortunately, there was a bus stop just
down the street.  By the time I got there, a bus pulled up and I jumped on.

   Chapter 13 Adventures in Cheerleading

   By now you all know that I'm not a prude.  But when I got home, I took
an hour long shower to wash away both the cum and the shame.  When I got to
school Monday, I told a couple of my football player buddies what had
happened.  A couple of days later, Jonas showed up at school, with cuts and
bruises all over his face.  He never even looked at me again.

   I threw myself into my duties as the "football team tramp." It was
really nice.  A bunch of the players came to me for advice, support or just
to talk through something.  If one of them needed a fast fuck or a slow BJ,
I readily accommodated them.  It was a win-win situation.  No matter what
the issue was we both went away feeling good about it.

   Homecoming was coming up and I told the guys that if they won, I'd fuck
everybody on the team.  I don't know if I inspired them or not, but we had
a real blowout victory.  Everyone was really excited.  I was too, but I was
a little afraid that I had over-committed.  The guys and I went into the
locker room and locked the doors.

   We went into the workout area, where there was a massage table.  I sat
on the edge of the table and said "O.K.  boys, get me ready for this." My
cheerleader uniform was off in seconds.  I had purposely worn particularly
slutty l underwear, matching bra and panties.  The literally tore them off
of me.  They sat me on the edge of the table and made me lie down with my
butt and legs hanging over the end of the table.

   They announced that I wasn't going to get fucked until each of them
tonged me to an orgasm.  As you know, I have no trouble cumming with a
tongue licking my pussy.  But wow!  This was going to be a lot of tongues
and orgasms.  As it turned out, my cunt rose to the occasion.

   The first guys tongue barely touched my pussy and I went crazy.  "Yesss,
that's it baby, lick my hot pussy.  Make me cum!" And I immediately did. 
Ohhhh gawd, I'm cumming already.  Bite me suck me." One down and 30
something to go.  I was a lot more positive that I'd make it.  None of us
were really certain that everybody made me cum.  But there was no question
but that I came when every guy had his mouth on me.  It might have been
just one long continuous orgasm.

   I left no doubt as to how much I was enjoying it.  Ohhh hell, just keep
me cumming.  Ohhh Yesss, more pleaseee, more.  I can't go without a tongue
in my pussy.  Lick it, bite it, suck it, abuse it.  Just keep me cumming.
Ohhhh, yessss, yessss, yessss!"

   I have no idea how long it lasted, but finally they announced that every
player has made me cum with his tongue.  My pussy was just gushing girl
juice.  It was a little sore, but not nearly so sore that I wanted them to
stop.  I yelled "Bring on the cocks.  I want to feel every football rod
deep in my fuck tunnel.  Bang my fuck hole!"

   Guess what, they did.  I was afraid that it would take forever.  My puss
was to juicy I was afraid they wouldn't get enough friction to cum.  Not to
worry.  They were so cranked up that several of them started cumming as
soon as their dicks touched my cunt.

   Ohhh bang me, fuck me, pound me, ohhhh, yesss.  Keep doing it.  Come on,
more cock, more more, more.  Shoot me full of your jizz.  Fuck me hard,
harder, harder, harder.  Ohhhh yessss!"

   Well, I guess you get the basic idea.  When it was over, I was well
fucked, but I could have done a few more.  Then they brought out a
beautiful bouquet of red roses.  They took nude team photos with me in the
middle, cum streaming down my legs.  Needless to say, none of us will ever
forget that day.

   The first thing I did when I got home was to strip my clothes of and
throw them in the washer.  Then I got out the old hand mirror.  I wanted to
see what my pussy looked like.  The answer was; Well Fucked.  There were
still gobs of cum streaming out of it.  The lips were red and swollen. 
They hung limp and open.  The opening to my vagina looked like somebody
drove an 18 wheeler through it.  I guess that's not too far from what
actually happened.  There was no question but that when (if) I got all the
cum out and the redness and swelling went away, I'd have to get back into
the exercises.  If somebody fucked me before I got it back into shape, they
might think I gang-banged a football team.  I took a long shower, filled
the whirl-pool tub with hot water and bubble bath, scored a bottle of my
mother's wine, and spent a long pleasant "recovery" soak.  The puss was not
only sore but burned a little.  The boys must have worn a couple layers of
skin away.  But every time I felt the burning sensation, it was followed by
a warm tingling sensation.  For sure it was still alive!!!



   Chapter 14 Model Railroad

   By now, it was the middle of my senior year of high school.  The guys on
the football team were all trying to find athletic scholarships.  I had
always known I wanted to go to college.  I had the grades for it.  I wasn't
sure how to pay for it.  My mother was really in "la la land" and I
couldn't depend on her for help.  Since most colleges don't have athletic
scholarships for gang-banging, I was stuck going the academic scholarship
route.

   I applied and was accepted by several colleges, mostly part of the state
university system.  I was offered a couple of scholarships.  One was to a
medium-sized university in a mid-sized town.  This was at the top of my
list and so I jumped at it.  The scholarship would cover my tuition.  That
left room and board and books, etc.  My grandparents had left me a small
trust fund, but that wasn't going to go too far.  The student aid office
assured me that I would get campus employment opportunities.  So I
registered as a Finance and Accounting major.

   Fall came and I was a college coed.  I was assigned to one of the dorms.
My roommate, Sue, seemed like an ideal match for me.  She was a serious
student, like I was.  But, it quickly became obvious that she and I both
had the same boiling hormones, that often got out of control.  We hit it
off immediately.  We were "cumslut sisters." She was in the same boat as me
with respect to finances.  We were both given jobs in food services, which
meant working in one of the cafeterias.  We went through orientation
together and started classes.

   We both found plenty of opportunities for dating.  However, between
classes, studying and working, there was not a whole lot of time left for
our social life.

   A few weeks into the semester, I met a guy who was in a fraternity.  We
had coffee a couple of times and seemed mutually compatible.  He invited me
to a party at his fraternity house.

   The big night came and my date met me at my dorm and we walked the short
distance to the fraternity house.  There was music and dancing and plenty
of beer.  I also saw a few "funny cigarettes" being passed around.  We
danced and talked and got a pretty good buzz on.  I went to the ladies'
room and when I came back my date was nowhere to be seen.  I roamed around
looking for him.  I finally found him in a dark corner sucking on some
blond bimbos' face.  I mentally said "fuck him" and headed for the front
door.  One of the other guys saw what happened and encouraged me to stay.

   Staying was apparently synonymous with going up to his room.  As I said
before, I was pretty buzzed and I really didn't want to face my date so I
agreed.  He had a bottle in his room so we each had a couple of shots.  He
kissed me and I opened my mouth, so we sucked on each other's tongues.  Of
course one thing led to another and pretty soon my clothes were falling to
the floor.  I was down to just my thong and our hands were all over each
other.

   Suddenly the door opened and 5 or 6 other guys came in.  I tried to
cover my boobs.  They were all saying "choo, choo, choo." At first I didn't
understand, but then it dawned on me that they were suggesting a train.  I
dropped my thong to my ankles and kicked it away.  Then I laid down on the
bed and spread my legs as lewdly as I could and yelled "all aboard." Of
course that got the action started.

   The guy who brought me up to his room knew "first hand" that my cunt was
hot and ready to go.  He got off of the few clothes he has left on and
climbed between my legs.  I expected him to ram his cock into me, but
instead he teased by running the head of his dick lightly up and down my
gushing slit and occasionally poking into my hole.  My clitty was sticking
straight up and his pubic hair was brushing against it.

   Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I yelled "Fuck me, pound my hot
pussy, bang me and make me cum." I grabbed his butt and pulled him into me
just in case he didn't understand.  He moaned "You're a hot little slut
aren't you.  I'm going to fuck you really good and get you ready for the
rest of the guys." I said "Ohhh baby, I'm going to do you until your dick
can't take it anymore.  Come on, get that bad cock all the way in me so I
can fuck it really hard.  Ohhh, yesss, that's it, yesss all the way in. 
Ohhhh your dick feels so good." Him "Ohhh, you have such a tight, sexy fuck
hole.  Ohhh, you're going to make me cum in you.  Ohhh, yesss keep fucking
me." By then, I had multiple hands all over me.  They were rubbing my boobs
and tweaking my nipples.  Two big bonners were being rubbed all over my
face.

   I felt my first orgasm of the night building.  I yelled "Yesss, that's
it.  Harder, harder, harder, bang me good.  Shoot me full of your hot jizz.
As soon as you start to shoot off, I'm going to cum all over your hard
dick. Ohhh, baby, baby, baby.  I feel you squirting inside me.  Ohhh shit
I'm cumming, cumming, cumming.  Please keep fucking me!  Yesss, yesss,
yesss."

   That pretty much set the tone for the rest of the evening.  Every time a
guy dropped a load in me, another hard cock took over.  I don't have any
idea how many guys I fucked.  I know at least some of them did me twice. 
Several times I heard more guys enter the room.  I'd yell "Yesss, bring me
more hot dicks.  Just keep fucking me, bang me hard, squirt me full of hot
cum.  Ohhh, yesss that feels great.  Ugggh I'm cumming again.  Ohhh I'm
cumming, but I'm going to need more so everybody wait your turn.  Ugggh,
yesss, fuck me and make me sore.  Ohhhhh!"

   When we were all fucked out, I was just lying on the bed, in a large
puddle of cum, with more cum flowing out of my thoroughly fucked pussy, all
over my pubes, thighs and filling my hot slit.  The door opened and two
guys dragged my date in.  He was struggling trying to get away.  Apparently
the blond I saw him with, was somebody else's girlfriend.  One of them
grabbed a handful of his hair and pushed his face down into my sloppy
pussy. They rubbed his face all over the multiple loads of cum I had taken.
He screamed but they just did it more.  Finally, they told him they'd let
him go if he licked my cunt.  He stuck his tongue into his fraternity
brothers cum, pooled in my pussy.  They let him go and he ran down the hall
retching.

   I cleaned up as best as I could and went back to my dorm.  My roommate,
Sue, was in her underwear, lying on her bed.  The crouch of her panties was
sopping wet.  She had dried cum all over her legs and tummy.  There was
dried cum on her face and in her hair.  She looked at me and said "Gawd, I
thought I had a good time but I think you outdid me.  One of the guys I was
partying with, got a text to come over to the Phi Delt house, that some
slut was pulling a train.  I should have known it was you." We showered and
helped each other get cleaned up and then fell into our beds.

   Chapter 15 Gainful Employment

   Sue and I commiserated about our finances, or lack thereof.  One day she
came back to our room and said she had met someone who said they could
help. They knew a photographer who would pay girls to pose in lingerie and
partial nudity.  We both made appointments with him.  We both got hired
after the interviews that mostly consisted of stripping for him and taking
a load of his cum deep in our pussies.

   The pay was better than the cafeteria, but how many photos can you take.
We were doing a little better, but not much.  The photographer introduced
us to one of his buddies who shot underground porn videos.  Sue and I both
interviewed with Jack.  I could tell it was a kind of sketchy operation
from the offices.  They were tucked away in a mostly deserted factory
building.

   Jack greeted me by eyeballing me up and down, focused on my tits.  He
closed and locked the door behind us, then started pulling my clothes off.
I was naked in record time.  He pulled his dick out of his pants and
ordered me to give him my best blow job, but since this was for videos, he
wanted me to intersperse sucking his cock with the nastiest talk I could
pull off.

   I pulled off his pants, pushed him down on the couch and slid between
his legs.  He did have a nice cock which inspired me.  I put some butterfly
kisses on the head of his dick with my lips and tip of my tongue.  I looked
up at him and said "You have a beautiful cock, how about fucking my face."
He started pushing his dick into my mouth.  Without much effort, I was able
to make him start to breathe hard.  Of course I started to get into it.  I
moaned a few times as I gave him a sloppy, dirty suck job.  I pushed his
tool out of my mouth and asked him "How much do you really want to cum in
my mouth."

   "I'm going to give you a pre-view of what you can expect." I took his
fuck-stick all the way down my throat and pumped him a little.  By then he
was getting pretty hot.  He was moaning and begging me to suck him off.  I
pushed his cock out of my mouth again, looked up at him, and said "Would
you like me to be your little slut.  I have a dirty whore's mouth and I
could really make you happy.  Should I show you?" Now he was desperately
trying to get his tool into my mouth.  He was almost whining "Oh baby,
please suck me, make me cum, blow me and make me cum in your mouth.  Ohhhh,
Yesss, gawd suck me, suck me suck me.  "

   I gave him enough to keep him interested and then pulled him out and
rubbed his sloppy cock all over my face.  By now I was pretty worked up and
didn't have to fake it any more.  "O.K.  stud, now I'm getting hot, ohhh
yesss, stick it back into my mouth, stick it down my throat, as far as it
will go.  Fuck my face, fuck my mouth fuck my throat.  Ohhh baby that's
soooo good.  Nice and hard.  Ohhh yesss that's the way I like it." I was
letting him pump my mouth but pushing him out so that I could talk, and
then taking him back in.

   All of a sudden, a crashing orgasm snuck up on me.  "Ohhh gawd, you're
making me cum.  More, more, more, harderrrrr." I could feel girl juice
gushing out of my cunt.  "Ohhh, yesss, I'm cumming, cumming, cumming. 
Squirt your load of nasty jizz down my throat.  Yessss." With that, he
pumped gallons of sticky cum deep into my throat.

   I must have passed the first test, because he said to come back in two
days and we'd shoot an audition scene.  When I returned for the shoot, he
had two guys there, who had grotesquely large dicks.  The plan was for them
to double team me, basically with no script, and all of us would react as
the spirit moved us.

   Well, as you might imagine, it turned into a suck and fuck free for all.
The two guys seemed to be trying to dominate me with their macho personas.
And O.K., I admit that they got me hot enough to yell and scream,
encouraging them on.  Yep, they did make me cum several times.  And they
came all over me, inside and out.  In the end, it didn't really feel much
like sex to me and I told him I wasn't interested.  He tried to get me to
reconsider but I wasn't going to change my mind.  Sue went ahead with it
and actually shot a few scenes.  However, she concluded, much as I did,
that it was just too creepy.

   Chapter 16 Professional Standards

   So, once again, we were just Two Broke Girls(C).  Then along came
Margaret.  Margaret owned and operated an enterprise named "College Coed
Administrative Services." We called it CCAS (Pronounced C-Ass) for short.
CCAS was one of the most creative organizations you can imagine.  To be
sure, it was a front for an escort service, but it took the term "front" to
a new level.

   Unless you dug and poked, CCAS was a company that employed college
girls, and acted as a temporary staffing agent, to place the girls into
positions such as clerical, babysitting, housekeeping, etc.  Everything
possible was done to keep CCAS above board and legally compliant.  The
girls were actual employees of CCAS.  They filled out time sheets, were
paid by a payroll service, taxes were withheld and paid to the various
taxing authorities, and they received W-2's at the end of the year.  The
company had credit cards that were billed as CC Administrative Services.

   Most of the clients came by referral.  Margaret had a network of cab
drivers, hotel workers, bar tenders and so forth, they worked as sales
people, and were also compensated much like the girls, everything strictly
legal.  Normally a new client had to be introduced to Margaret by one of
her "sales people." The sales people would explain the ground rules to new
clients.  They were told that they were doing business with CCAS to get
referrals for the services advertised.  They paid a nominal fee to CCAS,
which covered a minimum hourly rate to the girls, sales commissions for the
outside sales people and of course a profit for Margaret.

   With a wink of the eye, the client was told that the girls accepted
expanded job duties, but that these were strictly between the girl and the
client.  Each of the girls was provided a cell phone with a credit card
reader.  When a girl met the client she:

   1.  Ask the client if he (she) was a law enforcement officer.  2.  Asked
the client the specifics of the extra services.  (These two were done to
create an entrapment defense) 3.  Ask the client to pay the CCAS fee,
credit card preferred.

   Then the discussions of what was really on the agenda, the time element,
and the fee.  Margaret never took a percentage of what the girls charged
for the extras.  It was all orchestrated to fly under the radar and to make
prosecution difficult and unrewarding.

   The girls were all to dress and act like clean cut, girl next store
types.  Occasionally a very dense client would actually want the girl to
clean the house, but for the most part, everybody was comfortable enough to
pull things off as all parties hoped.

   Sue and I both jumped at the chance to go to work for Margaret.  We
found that usually two dates per week would cover our financial
requirements.  Occasionally it took three dates, but that was unusual.  And
to be sure, the time requirement was much less than that expended in the
cafeteria, for the same amount of money.

   Chapter 17 BFF's

   Sue and I became the very best of friends, and were both heterosexual.
But occasionally, we both a much needed change of pace.  It all began
during the first round of final exams during our freshman years.  It was
critical for both of us to maintain our GPA's in order to keep our
scholarships.  Sue had one course that was really giving her trouble. 
After a full evening of studying, she just lost it and broke out in tears.
I put my arms around her, to comfort her, and there it began.

   After she regained her composure, she turned to me and kissed me on the
lips.  There was no question, on the part of either of us.  It was a
passionate kiss, and I returned it with absolutely no reluctance.  The next
kiss was open mouths and dueling tongues.  We were both wearing only
panties and tee-shirts, we were studying in our room.  When I pushed Sue
down on her back and positioned myself on top of her, that didn't leave
much but bare skin between us.

   For some reason, I was the aggressor that first time.  I pushed my
breasts against her's and ground my pelvis into her pelvis.  We were clitty
to clitty, with only the thin material of our panties between us.  Sue
moaned and said `Ohhh Diane, ohhh baby that feels soooo good.  I'll stop if
you think we should, but I'd rather do it all night." I could feel my
panties leaking into her's and vice versa, and I knew we weren't going to
stop, at least for a while, a long while.

   I slipped my hands up and inside of Sue's tee shirt and massaged her
breasts.  I held her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and gently
twisted and pinched them.  That made Sue start to breath hard.  She pulled
my tee shirt up over my head and off.  She rolled me over on my back and
started nibbling, biting and licking my tities.  Now it was my turn to get
vocal.  "Yesss, yesss, please Sue, keep doing that, don't stop.  Do it
harder so it hurts!  Leave me some hickeys, Ohhh baby do it, do it, do it!"


   I pulled her tee shirt and panties off, being careful not to interrupt
her ministrations to my boobs.  We rolled on our sides, facing each other
and had a steamy French kiss, not to be mistaken for a sister-sister kiss.
We alternated kissing with nibbling each other's necks.  Some place in the
process, my panties came off.  Sue ran her middle finger up and down my
slit which was oozing girl juice.  She teased my fuck hole and stuck her
finger in just far enough to stimulate my g-spot.  That's when I started to
lose control.  By the time she got to my clitty, I was thrusting my hips
and thrashing from side to side.  "Ohhh Sue, ohhh, you're going to make me
cum, more, more, just like that, yesss, yesss, I'm almost there.  Ohhh gawd
I'm cumming.  Keep finger fucking me, make me sore, ughhh, ohhh lover, ohhh
that was wonderful."

   I crawled between Sue's legs and stuck my tongue in her hot honey hole.
It was steaming and squirting cum all over my face.  I started with long,
slow licks up and down her pussy.  I grabbed her cunt lips with my teeth
and pulled and bit.  Sue's clit was standing up and protruding out between
her vulva.  I sucked it into my mouth and held it with my teeth so that it
wouldn't slip out.  At the same I furiously worked it with my tongue.

   I think she liked it "Ohhh baby, baby, baby, ughhh, fuck me with your
hot tongue, bite me, abuse me, do whatever you want.  Leave hickeys between
my legs.  Yesss, yesss, yesss, ohhh here I cum, ohhh I'm cumming, cumming,
cumming all over your face.  Ohhh baby, I loved that."

   I pulled myself up so we were face-to-face.  We held each other tight
and gently kissed and nibbled until we fell asleep.  We woke up and washed
each other off in the shower.  Sue said "I hope you weren't freaked out by
what we did last night, `cause I really loved it." I told her "It's been so
long since I've had another girl, but I remember it well and it didn't come
close to what we had last night." We both knew we weren't lesbians but we
agreed that it would be a nice change of pace every so often.  And, in
spite us of both being cock-sluts, we got together regularly for some
girl-on-girl action.  We became BFF's and confided to each other in
everything.

   As I said earlier, I targeted two to three CCAS "dates" per week.  The
clients were mostly middle-aged guys, stuck in shitty marriages, who just
wanted to have fun with an attractive younger woman.  After a relatively
short period of time, I developed a following of "regulars," and eventually
had very few "first dates." I liked that because we got to know each other
and that made our encounters less awkward.  It also reduced the chance of
involvement with the local police.  The majority of my clients were really
nice guys, who treated me with respect and were very generous.

   Chapter 18 CCAS Goes Co-Ed

   One evening I was walking across campus, on my way back to the dorm,
after a CCAS "date." I met a guy, who was walking in my direction, and we
struck up a conversation.  Turns out that he knew I was one of Margaret's
girls, and he admitted the he also worked for CCAS, as an escort for female
clients.  I was a little taken aback that he knew, since we all tried to
keep an ultra-low profiles.

   We stopped walking for a minute, and he turned to me and said "Is your
cunt full of strange cum?" I admitted that it was.  He almost dragged me
behind the nearest building, pushed me up against a wall.  He pulled my
panties down and off and put them in his pocket, and lifter my skirt up
around my waist.  Without any foreplay, not even a kiss, he pulled down his
pants and rammed his dick into me.  There wasn't one gentle stroke.  From
start to finish he pounded my pussy unmercifully.

   Normally, I wouldn't like that kind of treatment, but for some reason,
that night it got my juices boiling.  I came the first time, after about
three strokes.  "Ohhhh gawd Rick, I'm cumming already.  Fuck me hard and
pound my bare ass against the bricks.  Ohhh, baby, I love your cock, fuck
me, fuck me, fuck me." He said "I'm going to fuck your slut whore pussy
until you'll need help walking the rest to the way to your dorm.  But baby,
you have such a tight, sexy cunt, I'm going to be sore too."

   I was having almost continuous orgasms and he kept ravaging my fuck
hole. "Ugggh, ohhhh, that feels soooo good Rick, fuck me harder, harder,
ohhh like that, yesss, make me cum again!  Uggggh, ugggh, I'm cumming
again." That unleashed a torrent of hot jizz deep in my sex box and I could
feel it splash against my cervix.  Then he nonchalantly placed my hand in
his and started to walk away as it nothing happened, leaving my skirt still
bunched around my waist.

   I walked the rest of the way to the dorm and through the lobby with cum
running down my legs.  When I got to my room, Sue looked at me and laughed.
She said, "Pull up your skirt girl." I did and of course you already know
what she saw.  She said, "Did you forget to put your panties on, or did you
lose them along the way?"

   Rick and I became a couple, but there was never any pretense that there
was any affection, just pure animal lust screwing.  We sometimes went to
dinner or a movie, but for the most part, we just met, fucked and went our
separate ways.  That was fine with me because it was obvious that Rick
would never be anything but a fast fuck.

   Interestingly enough, a few weeks after I met Rick, Sue developed a
"fuck toy." After that, we would sometimes double date, maybe for dinner,
but for sure a double sex episode.  That was great for Sue, because she
loved to "perform" before a live audience.  I'll never forget our first
double date.  She and Bill, her fuck toy, were stark naked, and the lights
in the living room were on.  He was seated on the couch and Sue was impaled
on his (large) cock, reverse cowgirl.  She was super vocal the whole time.
"Come on, Bill, pound my slutty pussy!  Get me hot.  Make me cum.  Ohhh,
like that!  Diane, look at his nasty cock fucking in and out of my hot
cunt. Yesss, yesss, Bill, fuck me hard, drill me, bang your dick against
the bottom of my cunt.  Ohhh, uggg, ohhh, yes I'm going to cum.  Diane,
watch me cum.  Ohhh here I go.  Ohhhhh uhhh!  Just keep pounding me until I
stop cumming."

   It didn't take long for Bill to follow her.  Ohhh, Sue, you slutty
whore, I'm cumming in your sloppy, dirty cunt.  Can you feel it?  Ohhh,
yesss." When they separated, globs and globs of cum ran out of Sue's pussy
and all over Bill.

   That got Rick and I so hot that we tore each other's clothes off and put
on a show for Sue and Bill.  Rick did me doggy style and Sue and Bill came
closer to get a good look.  Sue grabbed Bill's dick and stuck it in my
mouth.  Rick and Bill came almost simultaneously and filled both ends of me
with sticky gooey boy juice.

   We continued our double dates and sometimes switched partners, just for
a change of pace.  Between Rick, Bill and CCAS, both Sue and I were getting
banged on a regular basis.  Sometimes we would get back to our room, and
clean each other's pussies, with a hot 69.  A perfect end to a perfect
evening.

   Chapter 19 The White Knight

   One afternoon Rick and I were having coffee and a guy Rick knew, came
over to our table.  Rick introduced him as Brad.  Brad was in his final
year of Law School.  I was intrigued that they were friends, as they seem
like exact opposites.  Rick exuded arrogance and "bad boy" sex appeal. 
Brad seemed like a preppy type, well-mannered and polite.  I was surprised
a few weeks later when Brad called and asked me out.  We had hamburgers and
beer at a local college hang-out and stayed for music and dancing.

   It was amazing to me, that a friend of Rick's, was treating me with
kindness and respect.  I arrived at the conclusion that Brad didn't know
about Rick's and my relationship.  I continued to bang Rick, but Brad and I
regularly dated.  He never put any moves on me, and the most adventurous he
was, was quick kiss when he took me home.  I felt guilty that I was fucking
Rick and my CCAS clients, and Brad wasn't getting any.  I resolved to
change that.

   I knew Brad lived alone in his own apartment.  The next time he asked me
out, I suggested we stay in and order pizza.  He agreed and I arrived at
his apartment Friday evening.  It was obvious that Brad came from a
different background than Rick.  His apartment was larger and very
tastefully decorated.  We ate pizza and had a few glasses of wine.

   Then we adjourned to the living room and Brad turned on some music.  He
went back to the kitchen to get the wine and glasses.  I took that
opportunity to lower the lights to a more romantic level.  Brad returned
and poured us another glass of wine.  He and I were on the couch, but he
was a pretty "respectful" distance away.  We talked and I closed the gap
between us.  I encouraged him to be certain he was consuming as much wine
as possible.  He returned to the kitchen and got a second bottle.

   I figured it's "now or never." I put his arm around me and leaned on his
shoulder.  He at least was starting to get the message.  He put his other
arm around me and pulled me toward him.  At the last minute he seemed to
panic and froze.  I'd put too much effort to this to stop now.  I put my
arms around his neck and pulled him into a sexy kiss.  A lingering kiss,
with me taking the initiative, loosened him up and he pulled me into a
second kiss.  I put everything I could into this one, including my tongue.
He finally got the idea and we were off to the races.  I pushed him back
toward the arm of the couch and put kisses and nibbles on his neck.  He
started to breathe heavily.  He put his hand on my boob and the quickly
moved it away.  I grabbed his hand and returned it to my breast and held it
in place.  I told him, "That's what they're for."

   He started working my boobs over while I unbuttoned his shirt.  I said,
"fair's fair" and pulled my sweater over my head and off.  It didn't take
him to long to work his way inside my bra, so I unsnapped it to give him
better access.  He took advantage and my bra joined my sweater on the
floor. I pulled his head down to my chest.  He immediately got the idea and
started to lick and suck my tits.

   He put his hand between my legs and rubbed me through my jeans and
panties.  I thrust my hips against his invading hand.  By now I was
breathing hard right with him.  He started fumbling with the zipper of my
jeans.  I unsnapped them and lifted my hips so he could slide them off.  My
panties followed and I was completely naked.  I went to the front of his
jeans and soon he was also nude.  I pushed him back on the couch and
climbed on top of him, with my knees on either side of his hips.  I lowered
myself down and began to rub my hot wet pussy up and down his hard cock.

   He went crazy moving his hips to keep his dick in contact with my cunt.
I pulled him down on top of me and spread my legs, trying to present him
with a target that was easy to hit.  He found his target and slammed his
meat into me.  He could hardly talk but he was mumbling "Ohhhh, Diane, are
you O.K.  with this, Ohhhh it feels so good inside you, You're going to
make me cum." "Brad, keep going, I want your dick inside me, I want to make
you cum, Ohhhh it's so nice, I want you to make me cum.  Ohhhh, baby I'm
soooo close, Ughhhh I'm going to cum." That pushed him over the edge and he
pumped my fuck hole full of his hot juice.  It seemed like he hadn't
unloaded his balls for a long time, because he just kept squirting and
squirting.

   After recovering from the high, we had a couple more glasses of wine. 
Then I said, "Brad, I hope you don't think I'm too forward, but I want you
to fuck me again." I had his dick in my hand and was rubbing it as he began
to get hard.  I moved my head down to suck his cock but he pulled my head
away.  He laid back and pulled me on top of him.  I guided his dick into my
fuck hole and we were off again.  Brad really hadn't had much time to
recover, so the second event lasted a long time.  It was nice, quite a
change from the wild monkey sex I normally liked.  Just different and
comfortable.

   We finally got dressed and Brad drove me back to my dorm.  We had
several passionate good night kisses.  He was working me up enough that I
considered jumping him again.  But I thought better of it.  I told him what
a great time I had (truth) and went into the dorm.  Sue came in a little
after me.  I told her all the details and especially the emotions that I
felt.  She just rolled her eyes and said "Here we go."

   Brad and I did become a couple.  I saw him regularly, usually every day.
This relationship felt different.  Did I feel like I was madly in love? 
No. Did I feel very comfortable in the relationship?  Definitely.  Did I
want to continue?  Very much.  Did I understand where this was going?  Not
a clue.  Still, I spent a lot of time at his apartment and fairly frequent
overnights.  At some point we slipped into using the "L" word.

   I still saw CCAS clients and occasionally hooked-up with Rick.  My
finances were such that I could reduce the number of CCAS dates.  Rick
continued to pursue me for a quick romp in the hay but I pretty much (but
not completely) held him off.  And yes, and I almost hate to admit it, but
I did feel a little guilty for not being monogamous with Brad.

   Chapter 20 The Shock of a Lifetime

   At Christmas of my senior year I almost suffered a heart attack.  Brad
presented me with an absolutly ostentatious diamond ring and asked me to
marry him.  I was at an absolute loss for words.  I never, never saw this
coming.  I had never even thought of marriage.  I was a party girl and I
just assumed that I always would be.

   Well, I knew I didn't want to say no.  Let's face it, I'd had very
little experience saying "no" to guys.  I was not at all certain I wanted
to say yes, but I said it.  So, O.K., where do I (We) go from here.  Brad
sensed that I was overwhelmed in so many ways.  Being a practical guy, he
suggested that we have open conversations of how we each saw our future
together.

   In less than six months both of us would graduate and he would be a
practicing attorney, in his father's law firm.  I realized that I had given
very little thought about the future.  On the one hand, that made it
easier, because I didn't need to change any plans that I had made.  On the
other hand, it was a little scary because I didn't have anything as a
reference point.

   So we first decided that we would settle in his home town.  That was the
only practical decision because Brad had a tremendous career opportunity
that was dependent on living there.  And I had no particular reason to
return to my home town or any other place for that matter.  I definitely
wanted some of my own space as I made this major transition.  We decided
that I'd get an apartment and that he'd (officially) live with his parents,
for a "period of time." My degree would be in Finance and Accounting so I
would look for a position in that field.  This gave us enough direction to
at least relax for a while.  We decided to take a week off from even
thinking about it.  A good part of that week was spent banging each other's
brains out.  I began my job search.  I had good grades throughout high
school and college.  But, well you know my work experience, hard to explain
in a resume.  I also didn't know about how to conduct a job search. 
Fortunately, I got connected with a counselor who gave me a lot of ideas
and pointed me in the right direction.  I got busy sending out letters and
resumes.  It seemed to be a slow process.

   Graduation time came around and Brad graduated from law school and I
received my BA.  I still didn't have a job but I was generating some
interest and had some interviews lined up.  I moved into my (our) apartment
and got settled in.

   Chapter 21 An Accountant?

   One of the interviews was with a local public accounting firm.  They
were strictly local but had an excellent reputation.  I met with one of the
senior partners who was also in charge of recruiting.  The interview seemed
to go well and I was feeling good about it.  The partner offered me a
drink, which I declined.  He poured himself one and we sat on his couch,
just chatting.  He set his drink down and reached for my hands.  He pulled
me close to him and we shared a passionate kiss.

   I didn't have the slightest idea of how to handle the situation.  I knew
this was far from the norm but I certainly didn't want to offend him.  And
he was a distinguished confident man, who got my "juices" flowing a little
bit.  I decided to go with the flow.  Soon my blouse and bra were off and
he was working on my tits.  He was gentle and took his time.  He definitely
knew what to do.

   We were both starting to get aroused.  He pushed my hand down to his
crouch and I could feel a substantial hard cock.  I started to play with it
through his pants.  He began to breathe harder and I was getting into it
myself.  He whispered in my ear to get naked.  I complied and he did the
same.  His body language told me that he wanted to start with a blow job.
Brad refused my BJ's and I had managed to stay away from Rick.  I was
definitely in the mood for a mouth full of cock.  So I gave him my best.

   I thought he was going to cum in my mouth and I was really getting into
it.  My breathing had become ragged.  But then he pulled me up on top of
him and asked me what I wanted.  I gave him a honest answer, "I want your
cock between my legs and I want you to fuck me hard." I spread my legs and
by then I was so wet that he slipped right in.  He began to pound my pussy,
and seemed to have the stamina of a guy half his age.

   He liked to talk nasty and I'm pretty good at it.  He asked me how my
cunt felt.  I told him, "It feels great but I want to be banged really
hard. I love your cock and what you're doing to me.  Ohhh, so just fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me and make my pussy sore." He renewed his efforts and
brought me to a medium orgasm.  Ohhh baby, ugggh, you're going to make me
cum all over your beautiful cock.  Ohhhh, yesss, yesss, yesss abuse my fuck
box and make me cum." That pushed him over the top and he flooded my fuck
hole while I came all over him.

   As we recovered, it flashed through my mind that I had blown this
opportunity.  Then he told me that the managing partner would interview me
next.  I reached for my clothes, but he just smiled and shook his head
"no." So there I was, butt naked, with a mixture of our cum pouring out
onto the leather couch.  He got his clothes on and picked up his telephone.
Minutes later the door opened and another distinguished man walked in.  My
recent lover excused himself and I was alone with the managing partner.

   He smiled and tried to chit-chat but mostly concentrated on getting out
of his clothes.  He sat down next to me and went for my tits.  He was a lot
rougher but I was in the mood for it.  "Ohhh, baby, pinch my tits, bite
them, leave me bite marks.  Yesss, yes, yes, yes, ohhh, you're getting me
soooo hot.  Are you ready to fuck my naughty pussy?  Ohhhh, please do it, I
need your cock in me."

   He pulled me up on his lap, facing him and told me, "I want you to fuck
me, really good, really hard." That sounded good to me, so I reached down
between my legs and guided his dick into my sloppy fuck tube.  I began to
bounce up and down on his pole and banged him as hard as I could.  "Ohhh,
you sexy little slut.  You really like to be fucked.  Ohhhh, yesss, you
know exactly what my cock needs.  Ohhhh, be a dirty whore and finish me
off." "A whore like me could do you all night.  I could fuck your dick off.
But in a few minutes, I'm going to cum and I want you to wait `til I do, to
shoot your load in me.  Soooo fuck, fuck, fuck.  Ugggh, you have me soooo
hot.  I'm gonna cum all over you.  Here I go, ohhhh, ogggh, shoot your fuck
juice deep inside me.  Here I go, ohhhh, yesss, keep filling me up, I'm
cumming, cumming, cumming.

   Our timing was right on and we both collapsed on the sticky, sweaty
leather couch.  When we recovered, he picked up his clothes and walked
through a door in the back of the office.  It was apparently a private
bathroom.  He came back out and I've got to say, he looked pretty dapper
considering what he had just done.  He told me to go ahead and use the
bathroom to get cleaned up.  When I was finished, I was to push the number
one button on the phone and the two of them would return.

   The bathroom was nice and well stocked so I was able to get presentable.
I pushed the button and in a few minutes, they both returned.  The three of
us sat on the side chairs, by the desk.  They offered me a position of
associate accountant.  That was a notch above entry level and so was the
salary.  There was just one more thing they wanted to discuss.  They needed
someone to "entertain" important clients, prospective clients and others
they were trying to influence.  They described it as serious public
relations and there would be generous performance bonuses.

   So whenever they needed serious public relations, I had serious
relations with the public.  To their credit, they didn't take advantage of
the situation and the bonuses were truly generous.  But I'm getting ahead
of myself.  I drove back to my apartment.  I guess I forgot to tell you
that I had acquired a car.  I could feel my puss leaking substantial
amounts of cum.  I hoped that it wouldn't leak through and stain the
upholstery of my new car.  I usually wore a thong or a brief bikini.  That
didn't seem quite appropriate for a job interview, although I never dreamed
that anybody would be seeing my underwear.  I was wearing more modest and
substantial panties.  Sue and I called them "cum catchers" because it was
handy to have a pair in your purse, to change into after an energetic
evening of fucking.  It was also nice because fairly often my thong or sexy
bikini became a souvenir of my date's conquest.

   I was glad for the cum catchers and really glad that Brad would not be
there when I arrived home.  I don't know what made me think of Monica
Lewinsky, and the famous stained dress.  When I got home, I put my panties
in a plastic zip-lock bag, and included an index card with the date,
participants and particulars of my interview.  I did the same for each of
my public relations events.  I figured the DNA on my underwear would make a
senior partner think twice before he screwed me over.

   I settled into my job and really enjoyed it (I mean being an associate
accountant).  People sensed that I had something going on with mahogany row
so I got the better assignments.  That also prevented the aggressive guys
from hitting on me.

   Chapter 22 Responsible Adults

   Sue had returned to her home town after graduation.  We talked regularly
by phone and computer chat, etc.  Out of the clear blue sky, she announced
that she was getting married, to her high school sweetheart, or as she put
it, "One of several high school sweethearts, in fact, one of the several
high school sweethearts who popped my cherry." The party girls were quickly
fading away.  Sue confided that her engagement did not preclude her from
hooking up with a strange piece of cock, here and there.

   My wedding day was quickly approaching.  Because of my in-laws to be,
position in the community it was going to be an extravagant affair.  My
maid of honor, Sue, my former college roommate, helped me get into my gown.
Sue was walking pretty gingerly, so I assume that she had sampled the
"party favors." I won't bore you with all of the details.  You already know
the important parts.  Short and sweet, the wedding came off without a
hitch, Rick behaved himself and nobody snickered when I walked down the
aisle in a white gown.

   Brad and I honeymooned, two weeks, at an exclusive couples resort on one
of the smaller Hawaiian Islands.  It was a fabulous experience, especially
for me.  I had never been to anyplace so luxurious.  We swam, sunned,
snorkeled and sailed.  And we found time to screw.  The food was just out
of this world.

   Chapter 23 All in the Family

   We returned home on a Saturday.  Brad's parents had invited us to spend
Sunday with them.  We ate lunch and then Brad's mother had to leave due to
the serious illness of a relative.  Brad was wacked out, due to jet-lag,
and he went upstairs to take a nap.  That left me and my father-in-law.  I
was pretty nervous because we had never spent much time together and he was
always pretty formal.  We went into his study and sat on his leather couch.
The study had walnut paneling and beautiful furniture.

   He smiled at me warmly and said.  "When it was obvious you and Brad were
getting serious, I had a background investigation done on you.  When I
received the report, my first instinct was to try and break up the two of
you.  Then I thought a little more about it.  Brad is, and always has been,
pretty blah.  He doesn't have any strong opinions, has no issues that he is
passionate about, he rarely expresses himself; in short, he reminds me of
your mother-in-law.  My thought was that having a woman like you might make
him grow up and act like a man."

   "I understand you had a lawyer review the pre-nuptial agreement that you
signed.  I hope he told you that it was much more generous than is typical.
I hoped that knowing you will be well taken care of, if the marriage goes
south, that it would relieve you of having to make enough money to have a
`rainy day fund.' That being the case, my only request is that you leave
your job at the accounting firm."

   I nodded yes.  He put his hands under my elbows and we stood up.  Before
I knew what was happening, he had pulled my sweater up over my head.  My
bra quickly joined my sweater on the floor.  He pushed me back down on the
couch and began to work my boobs with both his hands and mouth.  It was all
so sudden that I didn't have time to react.  So I didn't.

   After some deep kisses and his manipulations of my breasts, I lifted up
my hips to help him pull down my jeans and panties.  Even though in a state
of shock, his efforts did get my motor running.  He stripped and began to
explore my pussy.  He found my clit and rubbed it with his thumb, while he
teased my fuck hole with his finger.  As is usual, my pussy reacted and I
was wet and ready.  He slipped his hard cock into me and fucked me with
long, steady strokes.  It did feel good and I responded by moving my hips
and fucking him back.  It didn't take much of that action before I felt him
cumming in my tight tunnel.  He filled me up inside with his jizz.  I did
enjoy it.

   We both caught our breath and stood up.  He gave me a warm embrace and a
fatherly kiss and said "Welcome to the family." I went into one of the
bathrooms, cleaned my slit up as best I could and pulled my clothes on.  It
was at this point, I realized that I hadn't cum, and that I was still
pretty worked up.  I went upstairs and found Brad.  He was very sound
asleep wearing only his jockey shorts.  He was hard and the head of his
cock was sticking up above the waist band of his underwear.

   I quietly undressed, pushed his jockeys down, and impaled my sloppy
pussy on his hard cock.  It didn't take long for him to wake up and realize
what was happening.  He pushed me over on my back and proceeded to pound
away at my already fucked cunt.  I had three orgasms before his seed joined
his father's deep inside of my fuck box.  I thought to myself, "Well Brad,
that was not too shabby a hump."

   The next morning, I thought about what had happened and realized it was
too over the top, even for me.  I had to talk to somebody, so of course I
called Sue.  She laughed and said, "Don't worry about it.  I've done my
father-in-law a few times with no negative consequences.  In fact, he and I
are collaborating with Parker Brothers, in developing a new board game. 
We're calling it `Incest- a Game For The Whole Family'." I never knew if
Sue had really banged her father-in-law, or if she just said that to make
me feel better.

   I went to work and resigned my position.  Or, as the politicians say,
"complete transparency" requires me to expand.  I resigned both my
positions, the one as associate accountant and the one as company slut. 
The firm gave me a very generous severance package in return for my signing
an agreement not to disclose any details of my extra-curricular activities
and not to sue the firm for any reason.

   They even held a going away party for me.  I was certain that I'd have
to throw in a few farewell fucks, but it didn't happen.  Everyone was
professional and cordial.  I later heard that one of the secretaries, on
mahogany row, was being "groomed" to assume the "public relations"
responsibilities.

   At almost the same time, Rick, my college fuck-toy, was permanently
transferred, by his employer, to the home office, several thousand miles
away.  Two temptations eliminated.

   I was concerned as to what my father-in-law expected of me in the
future. Would there be any more romps on the leather couch?  To my
surprise, he never pursued another fuck session.  Occasionally he'd pat my
ass, or "accidently" touch my boobs, but that's as far as it went.  Brad
told me, with glee, that he was experiencing ED.  Brad told me he was
taking a generic form of Viagra(TM) called "Mydixaflopyn." So at least for
now, all three immediate temptations were disabled.  The amazing thing to
me, was that I had no anxiety over not having a strange piece of cock,
readily available.  Could it be that I was being completely satisfied by my
husband?

   Chapter 24 Tarnishing the White Knight

   I transitioned into a pretty conventional lifestyle.  I was appointed
treasurer of a non-profit.  The position was unpaid, about half-time and
represented a cause that I heartily endorsed.  The rest of my time was
spent in other volunteer activities.  For the first time in my life, I was
concentrating on helping others as opposed to getting a cock between my
legs.

   Brad continued to improve his game in bed.  One night, when we were
engaged in the preliminaries, he whispered that he'd like me to tell him
about some of my "adventures" before we were married.  My heart skipped
several beats.  When I hesitated, he assured me, convincingly, that it
would not affect our relationship, but would turn him on more.  You can be
certain that I was very selective in the encounters that I told him about.
However, it did turn him on and he would bang me with more intensity than
ever before.  I also discovered that it turned me on, a win-win situation.

   One night we were arousing each other with one of my tales.  We were
both red hot.  Just out of instinct, I moved down and inhaled his dick into
my mouth.  I had tried this before but he had always pulled my head away.
To my surprise he began to move his hips and fuck my face.  He went faster
and harder until he erupted in my mouth.  I kept his cum in my mouth as his
softening cock slipped out.  I sat up and looked him straight in the eye.
He began to apologize.  I opened my mouth to show him the load he had
deposited, and then swallowed it.  His now soft dick immediately sprung to
life and was harder than ever.

   He pushed me onto my back and pounded my cunt like he never had before.
He was breathing so hard I was afraid he would have a heart attack.  I
found myself joining him in the hard breathing.  He was fucking me so hard
that my pussy was getting sore, but a nice sore.  Ohhh, Diane, I never
realized how good you hot mouth would feel, but your pussy is even better,
pleeese make me cum again." He had just cum in my mouth, so he was able to
last a long time.  Finally, we both came, almost simultaneously.  "Ohhh,
Brad pound me a few more times and I'll cum all over you, yesss, yesss,
that's it, here I cum." Both of us were completely wasted.  I can't say
that it was the best sex I ever had, but it was far and away the best Brad
and I had ever had together.  Brad had moved his bed skills well into the
upper fourth quartile.

   This experience seemed to give him increased confidence.  He became much
more aggressive in bed, and also a few other places in our house.  After a
couple of fantastic orgasms, being bent over the kitchen counter and being
stood up against the wall in the hall, we made more progress.

   One night we were both in that mode of "wild monkey sex," going at each
other like it might be our last time.  Out of the blue, he screamed, "I
love you Diane, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" It was the first time he had
ever verbalized during sex.  He took a breath and I know he was about to
apologize.  I cut him off with, "Brad honey, I love you too!  Ohh, fuck me
really hard, make my pussy sore.  Uhhhh ohhhh you're going to make me cum,
ohhhh your cock feels so good!" "Ohhh, Diane, I love to be in your tight
sexy cunt.  I'm going to fill it with cum.  Ohhh baby, I'm cumming, I'm
cumming, ughhh, right now." "Ohhhh baby, I feel you squirting in my fuck
hole.  Here I go, ughhh, oh gawd, fuck me."

   I could hardly believe how my previously puritanical husband was
transforming into a real sex machine, and how addicted I was becoming to
it. A few nights later, working up to another great session, he said,
"Baby, I want to eat your sexy pussy, right now.  Show me what you like."
He was an eager student and a fast learner.  I guided his head down and
said, "Start by licking all around the edge of my slit." He did.  "Now
darling slowly spread me open with your tongue.  Yesss.  Ohhh, Brad that
feels so good.  Fuck me with your tongue." Once again, he complied.  " Now,
pull my pussy lips apart with your teeth.  Ohhhh, don't worry about hurting
me.  Bite them, bite them, hard." By now we were both out of control. 
"Lover, fuck my slutty pussy with your tongue.  Ohhhh, yesss.  Keeping
doing it.  More, harder.  Yesss, yesss, yesss, that's really good.  Soooo
good.  Next, lick my clitty really hard.  Then suck it into your mouth,
tongue it and bite it.  Ohhhh, ughhh, you're doing great honey.  Ohhhh,
yesss, I'm about to cum.  Bite my clitty hard.  Ohhh that's it.  Ughhh, I'm
coming, right now." And I did.

   Needless to say, Brad was now at a fevered pitch.  He moved up and
kissed me.  I could taste my girl cum on his lips.  He rammed his rod into
my fuck tunnel and proceeded to bang me with a passion.  "Ohhhh, baby, your
pussy tasted soooo good.  I'll always want to eat you.  Now, fuck my brains
out and make me cum like you did." I did and he did.  "Diane, I'm about to
cum in you.  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." "Brad blow your load in my hot
slutty cunt.  Make it sticky and sloppy.  Bone me, pound me, fuck me.  I'm
going to cum too.  Please cum with me.  Now, now, now." "Get ready honey,
here it comes.  Ohhh, ughhh, it's so good.  I love you and your hot cunt."
"You own my married whore's cunt.  You can do whatever you want to it.  I
feel you cumming in me.  Ohhh, I'm cumming all over your prick.  Cumming,
cumming, cumming."

   This time it was the best fuck of my life!  And I'm pretty sure it was
for Brad too.

   I woke up the next morning and said to myself, "Self, you love your
husband!" For the first time in my life, or at least in recent history, I'm
was not looking toward the horizon, for the next hard cock, to fill my
horney, slutty cunt.  I guess I still have a horney, slutty cunt but I'm
just waiting for my husband to come home and fuck my brains out.  "God I
love that man.  What has the bastard done to me?" Isn't that a 180° from
where I was a couple of years ago.  For the first time in my life, I feel
normal.  And I'm not a complete slut/nymphomaniac any more.  Well, maybe I
still am, but only with my husband.

   Brad was changing too.  He became much more assertive, aggressive and
confident.  He started to verbalize the things he believed in, he became
passionate about them.  He stopped constantly deferring to his father.  He
was anxious to present his perspectives and debate them with my
father-in-law.  He didn't back down.  He talks about his work, is excited
about the cases he's working on.  He's developed initiative professionally.

   One day he and his father were arguing about a political subject.  It
was obvious that Brad felt very strongly about his position.  His father
took the very opposite position.  I don't know whether he really believed
in his position or was just taking it to be able to debate with Brad.  Brad
had all the facts and presented a convincing argument.  In the end his
father ended the conversation.

   About an hour later, Brad and his mother were off shopping.  My
father-in-law invited me into his study.  I thought "Here we go." This time
I would fight him off.  I would not give in.  He gave me a warm smile and
patted my ass (could have been a daughter type pat but probably a little
too energetic).  I expected him to be all over my boobs.  He smiled again
and said, "You have done one hell of a job bringing Brad out of his shell.
I'm very proud of him and thankful to you."

   Chapter 25 Going Public

   Brad and I had decided that we'd have a "date night," every week, on
Friday or Saturday.  We went to a movie, ate out, attended a concert or
play.  One Friday, that was to be date night, he came home a little earlier
than usual.  He had several bags from one of the better women's clothing
shops, one from Victoria's Secret(TM) and one from a shoe store.

   He gave them to me and said to open them.  There was a beautiful skirt,
tight across the butt and flared out at the bottom.  It was very, very
short.  Then there was a semi-transparent silk blouse.  It was loose
fitting with a scoop neck.  The VC bag contained a completely transparent
little thong and a matching bra.  The bra didn't cover much but gave some
support at the bottom.  It was so skimpy that it would not cover my
nipples. Finally, from the shoe store, a sexy pair of CFM (come fuck me)
shoes.

   I looked at Brad and he said, "Wear them tonight.  We're going out
slutting." I put them on and one thing was obvious.  I wouldn't have to
move very much for Victoria to no longer have any secrets.  And with the
thong and bra set, Diane wouldn't have many secrets either.  I felt really
sexy, no really hot.  I was a little apprehensive about wearing this outfit
in public, especially where people would know us.  I was curious about what
Brad had planned.

   As it turned out, we drove out of town, in fact two towns away.  We
ended up at a dance club/bar that was a little bit on the sleazy side.  We
parked in a dark corner of the lot.  Brad sent me in alone.  He said to
find us two seats at the bar.  He would come in a few minutes later and sit
down with me, but we would pretend we just met.

   Hmmm, I was intrigued but nervous.  But I was also becoming aroused by
the thought of walking in wearing my sexed-up outfit.  Inside a DJ was
spinning records.  There were a fair number of men and women, but few of
them appeared to be couples.  Some were dancing and "getting to know each
other better." After looking around, it was apparent that my clothes were
not out of place.  Most of the women were wearing sexy and revealing
outfits.

   Brad sat down next to me and asked if he could buy me a drink.  No
surprise that I said yes.  With some alcohol in me I was no longer nervous.
The lights were dimmed and more couples were dancing.  We ordered a second
drink.  We turned around to watch the dancers.  My frontal view was
attracting attention.  The second drink was making me feel comfortable and
sexy.

   A few minutes later, a nice looking guy came up and asked me to dance. I
turned to Brad and he nodded yes.  The DJ was playing a fast dance.  When I
twirled around, I was sure everyone was getting at least a glimpse of my
panties.  Maybe more than just a glimpse.  I also noticed that my partner
was enjoying looking down my loose top.  I wondered if he could see my
nipples or just the tops of my boobs.

   The DJ played a couple more fast numbers and then a slow dance.  My
partner pulled me really close to him.  I was rubbing against him. 
Intermittently, his hand would drop down to explore my ass.  I pushed him
away twice and after that just let him do it.  Suddenly I felt a bulge
pressing against my stomach.  It became larger and harder and I realized I
was giving him a hard-on.  That was a little too much, and I felt my crouch
warming up.  By the time the slow dance was over, I could feel myself
beginning to get wet.  I rushed to get back to Brad.

   He asked how it went.  I told him about the guy's bonner and how it
excited me.  I said "I'm really sorry, I feel guilty." Brad put his hand up
my skirt and pushed my thong aside.  He slipped a finger in and confirmed
that I was wet.  Then he almost dragged me out of the club.  He opened the
back door of our car and pushed me onto the back seat.  He flipped my skirt
up and relieved me of my panties.  He climbed on top of me and said, "Baby
that was so, so sexy.  I really love you but right now I just need to fuck
you."

   I spread my legs and he slipped all the way into me.  I was more sexed
up than I realized and it felt good.  So I told him, "Baby, your cock feels
sooo good in my naughty pussy.  Just remember I might flirt with other guys
but you're the only one who gets to sink his rod into my slutty fuck tube.
Ohhhh, Brad now that you're in, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.  Make me cum. 
I'm so hot it won't take long.  Yesss that sooo good." "Diane, you are the
sexiest woman alive.  You turn me on so much.  And I loved watching you
flirt.  I was a little jealous but I remembered that you told me that your
married whore pussy belonged to me.  So I just sat back and enjoyed the
show."

   "Brad, enough talking.  Pound my slutty cunt and make me cum.  Come on!
Fuck me fast and hard.  Make me cum all over your sexy cock.  Fuck me, fuck
me.  Ohhh, ram it into me make me sore and make me cum." "That's exactly
what I'm going to do.  Now spread your legs further so I can give you all
the hard cock you deserve." I had at least three intense orgasms, before
Brad flooded me with is cum.

   "Diane, baby, keep cumming because I'm about to drop a load in your
slutty pussy.  Ohhhh, Ughhh, here it is.  Ohhhh baby, you're hot.  You make
me cum so good." I had two more mini-orgasms while he squirted in me.

   We straightened ourselves as best we could.  We noticed several other
couples going back and forth between the club and their cars.  So we
wouldn't stand out much.  Brad put my thong into his pocket and wouldn't
give it back to me.  As we walked back in, I could feel the cum running
down my thighs.  It was dripping down below my skirt and people could see
it.  Several of the women smiled at me.  The men just stared.

   Brad insisted on walking round before he let me go to the ladies' room
to clean up.  I should have been really pissed at him, but I was still so
hot I actually considered dragging him back out to the car.

   The rest of the evening was more dancing and flirting.  Then Brad and I
left for home.  I sucked his cock almost all the way home.  Then we banged
each other until sunrise.

   We slept until almost 1:00 in the afternoon.  We woke up and I made us
an omelet while Brad mixed us each a bloody mary.  After we ate, we took a
long shower together, just very affectionate no sexual under tones.  I put
on a pair of cum-catchers and an equally modest bra.  Brad wore a pair of
jockeys.  We went into our family room, built a fire in the fireplace and
put some nice music on the stereo.  Then we laid on the couch cuddling and
holding on to each other.  It felt so good.  Later in the evening, I got to
thinking, this may well be the first time I was on a couch, in my
underwear, with a man, and didn't get laid.

   The next week, we were both in a constant glow.  We kept busy but both
of us knew that we had moved to a new, higher dimension of loving each
other.  God I loved him.  Periodically, I'd stop in front of a mirror just
to make sure it was really Diane who was feeling that way.

   Over the next few weeks we had some very nice, conventional date nights.
We had pizza and beer and went to a movie.  It was becoming warmer so we
took in an outdoor concert.



   Chapter 26 The Biological Clock

   Unexpectedly Brad was promoted to full partner.  His parents took us to
a lavish dinner to celebrate.  By then his parents and I had become
comfortable with each other.  Over after dinner drinks a new term was
introduced into the conversation, "biological clock." Brad literally choked
on his brandy.  I took a unladylike mouthful of mine and emptied the
snifter.  Brad's dad turned to his mother and said, "That went over pretty
much like a fart in church." He did lighten the mood and eventually we
moved on to other topics.

   Brad's parents, and particularly his mother wanted very much to have
grandchildren.  Brad and I had never talked about it.  Most of my life I
couldn't imagine being happily married and especially loving my husband,
let alone having children.  We survived the remainder of the evening.  When
we got home, Brad said, "Well look at it this way.  You'd become a
full-fledged MILF."

   The following week, when by breathing and heart rate returned to normal,
I gave it a lot of thought.  I wasn't ready to sign-on but it was the first
time in my life I even thought about it.  It was becoming more obvious
that, after Brad recovered from the shock, he was warming up to the idea,
even surprising himself.

   Chapter 27 Defiling the White Knight

   We were both able to procrastinate by agreeing we needed another night
of slutting, to clear our heads.  The next weekend, Brad brought home
another outfit, to celebrate the warmer weather.  I don't know how to
describe it.  It was basically a sun dress, but the designer had obviously
set out to make it as sexy as possible.  It literally oozed sex.  From the
front it looked pretty much like an evening wear sundress.  It had a
somewhat revealing front which was held up by a cute bow tied behind the
neck.  The back was cut ultra-low.  I told Brad that I'd have to be careful
not to take a deep breath because the division of my ass cheeks would creep
out.  The sides were cut to blend in with the low back.  But they were
loose.  An observant onlooker would be a be able to catch a generous
glimpse of what was under the front, like boobs in a sexy bra, or boobs
without a bra.  The skirt was short, ending well above the knee.  It was
full enough that a twirl on the dance floor, might well put the secrets on
display.

   I laid the dress, my lingerie and accessories out on the bed and went in
to take a quick shower.  When I came back out the wispy black bra and panty
set were nowhere to be seen.  Brad strikes again!  I put the dress on.  I
don't know, maybe it's not a sundress.  Maybe it's just a sexy black dress.

   And we were off to the club.  When we arrived, we couldn't find a
parking spot in a dark corner.  So we parked in a not so dark corner.  We
talked about our plan.  We decided that, like the last time, I'd go in
alone and find a couple of seats at the bar.  Brad would join me a few
minutes later.  He wanted me to step-up the teasing and flirting, see if I
could make one of the guys cream in his jeans.  The thought of that got my
motor running and I hurried into the club, found two seats and ordered a
drink.  A little bit later, Brad sauntered in, sat next to me and struck up
a conversation.

   He and I danced a couple of slow dances.  At the end of the second
number Brad said, "You're supposed to make some other guy cum in his pants,
not me." We sat down, but soon I had an invitation to dance.  It was a fast
dance.  I noticed that when I raised my arms up, I attracted a lot of
attention.  The scooped arm openings were allowing my tities to swing free
and get exposed to everyone.  That gave me a rush that ended in between my
legs.

   A couple more drinks and a couple more dances and I was ready to rock
and roll.  I danced with a few guys, rested with Brad, and danced with some
other guys.  I guess they discovered my lack of panties because they began
to twirl me more often than normal.  I knew I was getting wet and wondered
if the guys could see that my pussy was moist.  The evening wore on and the
DJ started to slow down the music.  My dance partner was an athletic guy,
nice looking and a little taller than me.  He made it obvious that he
wanted to rub against me during the slow dances.

   He danced me over to a dark corner where everybody else seemed to be
trying to see how worked up they could get their partners.  I could feel a
good sized erection growing in my partner's jeans.  He was pulling me close
by putting pressure on my bare back with his hands.  He finally got up the
nerve to slip a hand into the front of my dress and feel a boob.  I let him
get a good feel and then pushed his hand away.  He was persistent and I
finally let his hand to tweak my nipples under my dress.

   He proceeded to rub his hard-on against my tummy.  Every once in a
while, I'd stand on my tiptoes and brazenly rub my pussy against his
engorged cock.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Brad had moved to
get a better view of my naughtiness.  His eyes were almost glazed over.  My
dance partner was starting to breathe a little raggedly.  I encouraged him
by trailing the tip of my tongue lightly along his neck and continuing to
dry hump him.  All of a sudden, he took a deep breath and vigorously thrust
his hips against me.  He held his breath and beads of sweat formed on his
forehead.  A moment later he pulled me up and pushed his hard dick directly
against my cunt.

   He let out a deep breath and shuddered and gave me one last hip thrust.
Then I knew it had happened!  For a few seconds, I thought I'd have to hold
him up.  He got red and had an embarrassed look on his face.  He quickly
excused himself and headed for the men's room.  Brad scooped me up and
pushed me toward the door.  When we got to our car, he leaned me against
the front fender and stepped back, staring at the front of my dress.  I
looked down and there was a large sticky wet spot on my dress, at about
pussy level.

   Brad had a crazy look of pure lust on his face.  He stepped up to me,
unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to his knees.  He grabbed the hem
of my dress and peeled it up over my head and off.  I was standing there in
nothing but my CFM's.  "Fuck me" I screamed, "Fuck me hard and deep. 
That's it baby, fill my nasty cunt with cum."He lifted me up on the hood of
the car and spread my legs.  His dick slipped easily into my wet fuck hole.
When his pubic mound touched my clitty, I went wild and he followed.  "Ohhh
baby yessss, ohhhh, do me with your big cock, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,
Make me cum, I need it really bad, Ugggh yesss, treat me like the whore
that I am." We fucked each other like there was no tomorrow.  I only had a
single orgasm but it seemed to last for at least ten minutes.  "Brad honey,
I'm almost there, pound me hard once more.  He flooded my playhouse with a
generous load of hot cum.  Here I cum.  Ohhhh, yes, yes, I'm cummmmming,
cummmming, don't stop fucking me."

   We slowly drifted back down to earth.  I told him that I loved him and
that my married whore cunt was his and only his, to use as he pleased.  He
kissed me and said that's all he wanted for the rest of his life.  We
untangled and Brad pulled his pants up.  I reached over to retrieve my
dress and discovered that we had attracted an audience.  They clapped and
we waved to them.  Brad whisked me into our car, sans dress and drove off.
I rode home naked in the front seat.  Once on the highway, we received
several lascivious looks and appreciative honks of their horns from truck
drivers.

   I got out of the car at home in our garage, and even though Brad had
only cum in me once, globs and globs of Brad juice dripped out of my cunt.
The finale had made us both sweat profusely, so I helped Brad out of his
clothes and we headed for the shower.  We soaped each other up and rinsed
each other off.  We dried off and went to bed.  We had slow, sensuous,
romantic sex.  We didn't fuck, we made love!

   A couple of weeks later, we were off again for a night of slutting.  I
wore a tight dress that buttoned all the way down the front.  I left
several buttons at the top and bottom unbuttoned.  We did the usual, I
danced, flirted and teased and Brad enjoyed watching.  Several of my dance
partners made moves to sample my boobs and ass.  I let them feel just
enough to keep them interested, then pushed their roaming hands away. 
Finally, I had to make my first trip to the ladies' room.  It was at the
end of a long hall, that was kind of dark that night.  About half way down
the hall was the men's room.  A group of guys were standing outside of it
in the hall, talking and laughing.  I didn't really pay any attention to
them.  As I passed them, they encircled me and pushed me against the wall.
They let me know that they had been watching me tease and I was about to
get some of my own medicine.  "Here you go you slut prick-teaser."

   Their hands were all over me, inside the top of my dress and up under
the bottom.  Every inch of my body was explored by at least five or six
guys.  I was actually a little bit afraid but I was also breathing hard. 
My pussy was flowing and that just encouraged them.  I had several fingers
pushed into my pussy and some others into my ass hole.  They finally let me
go and I continued to the ladies' room.  When I finished, they were still
there and had plenty of lewd comments as I walked past.

   Brad met me outside in the bar.  I told him what had happened.  He had
an angry look on his face that turned into a wicked smile.  "Come on and
just play along with me" I said.  We walked down the hall toward the group.
They were acting nervous, not knowing what to expect.  Brad said, "Hey
baby, what do you want?" I said, "I want to give you something that these
guys will never come close to having."

   We went a little further down the hall and I leaned against the wall and
pulled Brad to me.  We embraced and went into some pretty explicit necking
and petting.  I pushed Brad's hands and he slowly unbuttoned every button
of my dress.  He turned me around, facing the guys, and pulled my dress
open, completely exposing me to their stares.  He pulled the back of my
dress up and bent me over enough to slip is rod into my hot hole.  We
enjoyed a slow, sexy fuck right in front of my tormentors.  We both came
and I wrapped my dress around me and we exited through the back door.

   Chapter 28 A MILF?

   We talked and laughed about it all the way home.  We took a
coeducational shower and fell into bed.  We were drained from the
excitement an emotion.  In the morning, I put on a loose tee shirt and a
pair of running shorts.  I made a pot of coffee, and told Brad I wanted to
be alone for a while.  He gave me an anxious look and I took my coffee and
went out on our deck.  I spent more than an hour, mostly just daydreaming.
I called Brad and said I had something to tell him.  He walked out and sat
next to me looking almost scared.

   I said, Last night was the most erotic night we'll ever have.  I want
you to know that my married whore cunt will always be your's and only
your's.  But I have decided that I want to become a MILF!" Brad looked
relieved and then excited.  We went to the bathroom and ceremonially dumped
my birth control pills into the toilet.  Brad suggested that if we were
going to make a baby, we'd need a lot of practice.  I was in agreement and
we initiated our first practice session.

   I was able to get an appointment with my gynecologist the next day and
told her what was going on.  She examined me and pronounced me fit for
motherhood.  She said that because the point I was at in my cycle, I would
be at the peak of fertility towards the end of the week.  Going off the
pill would enhance the level of fertility.  She recommended that I keep my
husband home from work Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, and let her know
what happens.

   Well Brad and I did work at it.  A couple of weeks later, we were
sitting with Brad's parents, around their pool, just chit-chatting.  There
was a lull in the conversation.  I took a deep breath and said, "I'm
pregnant." Brad's dad smiled at me and said, "I don't know what to call
that announcement, but it's exactly the opposite of a fart in church."

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