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Subject: {ASSM} Sophomoric, Second Year High (Chapter 2)
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Sophomoric, Second Year High (Chapter  2)
 
    Saturday morning  waking with a film in my mouth and a scent that I 
associate with sex permeating  the confines of my room.  Opening up a bottle of 
nail polish remover to  change the scent and working my lips finding them 
sore and my throat a bit  raw.  I slept soundly; but not sure that I should 
have.  Giving four  hand/blow jobs to guys I basically just met all in one 
car might be moving a bit  to fast.
    It is still early  as I throw on my robe and scoot to the bathroom to 
take a long cleansing shower  and gargle the taste of male cum away.  The 
heat of the needles of soothing  water, cutting away the tension in my body and 
washing away the scent between my  legs.
    Drying my hair and  blowing it a little and then walking back to my 
room to find fresh clothing and  to rub a little deodorant on the middle panel 
of my panties and hopefully  disguise the scent.  A denim skirt and button 
front western style  blouse over another pair of low cut panties and a bra 
and flats my knock  around outfit for a Saturday.
    Meeting Alana after  breakfast and riding down to the Poughkeepsie 
Galleria Mall to hang out for the  afternoon and maybe take in a movie later.  
The ride down a quiet  recounting of my wild ride home from the dance.  Alana 
looking shocked and  I am feeling it as I think on what I have done and not 
sure how or why it  happened.  
    Explaining to her  that I wasn't even drinking as my tolerance for 
alcohol is very low at this  point in time.  We both tried and can not hold our 
alcohol past a single  beer.
    Hitting a number of  clothing and shoes stores before settling in the 
food court and finding seats in  a corner as we wave to a few more friends 
from school.  Chinese is our  choice for food.  The other girls breathless and 
giggling as they tell us  of a rumour of one of the girls at school giving 
out blow jobs to all  comers.  The girls speculating on which "slut" might 
fit that billing  and coming up with three names as likely suspects.   
Fortunately my name wasn't one of  them or they were being nice as I was in their 
company.  
    I am really  regretting taking on the football team in a "mouth bang."  
The girls not  the upper level ones in the school society; but trying hard 
to make it into the  cliche.  They really aren't the outsiders like Alana 
and me and a number of  other girls.  And definitely not the sluts they named, 
who have a bad  reputation.  Before the weekend is over there will be all 
sorts of stories  circulating as to whom the girl and the boys were.  Most 
likely she will  have spread her legs and begged to be fucked or maybe made 
the boys pay to have  sex.  The choices are unlimited.
    Alana and I smiling  as the girls walk away and I can breathe again.  
"What the fuck."  The  words coming from Alana's mouth so out of place with 
her innocent face.   And don't let that face deceive you, she is every much a 
slut as I am, just she  didn't have this opportunity.
    A couple of the  team stopping by to say that Jack was looking for my 
phone number and they would  let him know I was at the Mall.  I know they are 
wondering why a senior  football player would want to know the number of a 
sophomore girl who didn't  have big tits.
    As we wait for the  movie time, we sit sharing a sprite watching the 
parade of people passing by and  talking to a few from school.  
    Jack and a couple  of friends, one from last night espy us and stop 
over to talk.  Introducing  Alana again to the boys and watching her dimples 
catch the eye of one of the  boys.  We couldn't fill a bra if we used all four 
of our breasts.  My  button down shirt at least having some bangles and 
fringe to distract from the  lack of bulge.  Both of us wearing denim skirts 
and showing off nice long  lean tanned legs.  
    Jack and the other  boy joshing with us, not alluding to what happened 
last night.  Wondering  why we had on a sort of western getup, and letting 
them know that we were going  to see "Footloose.'  That should have explained 
everything; but we had to  explain the plot as we have already seen it 
once.  
Hinting at maybe seeing us, as I  hinted that football players are sort of 
like Wiliard in the movie.   Reminding them how I had to instruct them in 
dancing last night.  Not able  to resist, "I am very good at teaching some 
things."  The two boys getting  my meaning and the third not quite sure what I 
meant.
    The movie in its  second week now and not as crowded as the first time 
as we buy a popcorn to  share and another small sprite.  Our new friends 
sitting with us in a boy,  girl, boy, girl, boy configuration.  Jack on the 
outside and the other boy  from the car last night in the middle between Alana 
and  me.
    The conversation a  bit stilted as we wait for the movie to begin; but 
the sign language that Jack  started using left no doubt as to what his 
intentions entailed.  No sooner  did the lights go out then his hand found my 
bare knee and rested their for a  moment; before it started creeping up my 
thigh.  So reminiscent of the  previous night as the other boy, places his hand 
on my other thigh.  
    My hands resting on  their to try to control the movement as they both 
slide higher and curl inside  my thighs.  Not sure that I want more then 
watching the movie.  That  was my mind thinking that.  My nipples and pussy 
already have different  thoughts as the hard tips press against the small cups 
of my bra and my labia  swell and press on the center panel of my panties.
    Finally with the  last of my resolve taking their hands and placing 
them back on the armrests on  either side of me.  Noting Alana not having an 
issue with roaming hands and  I know that I have encouraged this behavior.
    I really want to  watch this movie and the coming attractions will soon 
end and the movie  begin.  Leaning to Jack whispering in his ear, "place 
your popcorn box over  your lap."  Then telling the boy on the other side of 
me to do the  same.  My hands moving to find the zippers of both boys and 
with a little  shifting and their assistance, pulling their erections from 
their trousers and  using my fingers to massage the turgid shaft, my nails 
raking over the sensitive  flesh and feeling the warmth of the flesh stiffen more 
and swell beneath my long  slender fingers.  Their grunts and and gasp as 
one then the other shoots  off and spews his cum into the pad of my thumbs, 
positioned over the piss  slits.  The semen controlled as it pushes in a 
thick cream to ooze down the  sides of the spewing cocks.
    Shivering as I feel  the goo against my thumbs and then coating my 
encircling fingers.  My eyes  closing as I feel a tremor between my legs and 
squeezing my thighs tight on the  full flushed lips of my cunt.  Soft hisses of 
breathe escaping my pursed  lips as I feel the power of my control on these 
boys.
    As the pulsing of  the fat heads stop and the ooze of cream finally 
stops, I pull my hands up and  over the mushrooms caps, coating the palms of my 
hands with  cum.
Taking the popcorn box from Jack and using  the popcorn to absorb some of 
the cream from my hands.  Tasting the cum  like a thick butter on the popcorn 
as I concentrate on the movie and slowly  dragging the scum from my hands 
as I eyes forward watch the opening  scenes.
    The boys using  paper napkins to clean up the mess of their cocks and 
the wet spots now on the  front of their jeans.  Leaning across the one boy 
and asking Alana if she  wants some popcorn.  His giggle and shake of her 
head, telling me she knows  what took place next to her.
    A slap and the  third boy, putting his wandering hand back into his 
lap.  Jack reaching  across to my lap and my hands holding his in place as he 
rubs over the front of  my skirt, teasing but not enough to make me lose 
control.  
    I don't think the  movie really appealed to any of the boys as they 
fidgeted in their seats  throughout the movie.
    As the closing  credits moved across the screen and the lights came on, 
the boys nervously  covering their zippered pants fronts.
    "I don't see any  wet stains, you both are good.  How is your boy 
Alana?"  The boy  nervous as I don't know that he got a touch of Alana or of 
himself.  Alana  steering me to the Ladies Room as we leave.
    "You are so nasty  Patrice, you could have let me have one of those 
boys.  Mind was a little  unsure, so I let him touch my thigh then handed him 
back his  hand."
    The ride home with  no incident, even though Jack and the other boy 
volunteered to ride with  us.  What that would have entailed, Alana and I 
didn't want to find out,  even though I did give my phone number to Jack and I 
still didn't get the other  boy's name.
    Jack, wanting to do  something that night and I just put him off.  And 
then wanted to meet me in  the morning and I told him we could go to Mass 
together and that sort of put him  off.  Finally saying he would probably see 
me in school on  Monday.
    The undercurrent of  rumors strong in school about the girl giving head 
and hand jobs; but not having  anyone accuse me directly, so maybe the boys 
are keeping quiet on some things,  my name anyway, even if they bragged 
about the actual  event.
    Just some looks and  teases at lunch during the week and Jack and 
Thomas the car driver asking me if  I wanted to meet them some night.  Not a 
formal offer of a date, just a  meeting in some obscure place so I could give 
them some head most likely.   Nothing like a nice public date.  Screw that.
    The game an away  one on Saturday; but a simple dance on Friday Night.  
No decorations, just  music students and chaperones.  Thinking I would show 
up and see what is  happening and wondering if any of the players would 
show.  The cool guys  and sweetheart girls usually don't go to one of these 
informal  gatherings.
    Finally Friday is  here and I don't know who will be at the dance as 
Alana is busy and so are the  other girls from my cliche.  A quick shower 
after school and then trying to  decide what to wear.  Nothing really fancy; but 
I want something simple;  but not making look like a preteen.  That means I 
need a skirt to show off  my legs and some top to hide my chest or hide my 
lack of a chest.  
    Unfortunately  putting on a bra, so that my breasts are covered and the 
swollen tips are mostly  hidden, then pulling out a black button front 
blouse, loose enough to not  be tight on my chest and tails long enough to tuck 
into my slate grey  skirt.  Again my flats so as not to be too tall.  Hair 
pulled back, a  little clear lip gloss and just a brush of eye shadow.
    Letting my mom know  I should be home by 12 the "witching hour", or in 
my case the bitching hour if I  am late.  She calls me a bitch and other 
names, not trusting me I  guess.  Especially as I have talked her into letting 
me be on birth  control, "just in case."  The just in case adding the names 
of tramp and  trash into the lexicon.  I can't please my mother; but she 
isn't far off in  not trusting me.
    The walk through  the park uneventful as I pay the nominal fee for the 
dance and look around to  see a really lack luster turnout as the music a 
bit old and uninspiring as I  stand around and talk to a few girls that I know 
and gives a whirl around the  dance floor with a boy, sophomore who barely 
held one hand on my waist and my  other hand raised in the accepted position 
as we do a box step in place as we  are separated by a foot of air.  He 
isn't much; but at least if our bodies  touched even a little, I might be able 
to amuse myself and him with some contact  that I am sure he never had with 
a girl.
    Willing to dance  with anyone, just to keep from standing watching like 
a freaking wall  flower.  A couple of football players that I didn't know 
talking to me and  trying to dance.  They didn't know how to dance; but they 
were more then  knowing where to put their hands and kept me busy pulling 
them away before I got  warned by a chaperon.  
    The dance ran from  seven to nine and by nine I was just tired and 
frustrated.  Staying to help  clean up and then heading home.  The air outside 
still sticky, despite the  sun having already gone down.  A short walk to 
home in the still of the  night, early night.  Seemed almost a shame with over 
two hours of my curfew  still remaining before I need to get home.
    The park might seem  like a scary place to walk at night; but I might 
not have explained it  before.  It is the it is called Mansion Square Park; 
because it is square,  an oversized city block.  Well manicured with benches 
and trees spaced  through it and a monument to veterans, being an obelisk 
reaching obscenely to  the sky.  With my way of thinking, it looked like a 
giant phallus popping  out of the ground.
    The only lighting  is perimeter lighting and some to area to shine on 
the memorial.  Pathways  going vertical and horizontal and diagonal to make 
them look like spokes of a  wheel from the memorial that would be the hub.
    My path to home is  a diagonal to the memorial and then a horizontal to 
the middle of the  block where I live.  Five minutes at a brisk pace; but 
who wants to  walk a brisk pace when the air is steamy and will get you all 
sweaty  again.  Sniffing and not smelling sweat; but knowing that I was 
during a  couple of the fast dances.
    My flats making a  soft slap of sound, not the sound of my heels 
clicking on the blacktopped  walkways of the park.  I love that sound, the click 
click of each step loud  in the darkness, not tonight as my shoes slap softly 
on the hard  path.
    Hearing voices and  stopping for a moment as I locate the sound and 
know it is near one of the park  benches that I have to pass.  Not overly 
concerned with walking alone in  the dark in the park; but better to be safe then 
sorry.
    Slowing and  approaching with a softer pace.  Barely able to pick out 
the tree the bench  is under and then the two boys smoking and hiding their 
smokes as I  approach.  Recognizing one from school and maybe the second one 
was  also.  Where else to smoke but here in the park; however what they were 
 smoking would get them in trouble wherever they lit up.  The scent of  pot 
hanging in the still air as I walk closer.
    "You do know that I  can smell your smokes?"  The boys still standing 
with their hand  behind them as if that would conceal the smoke.  "How about 
letting me have  a hit or two?"  The one boy is a junior and most likely the 
other is  upperclassman.  Seeing them hesitate as I stop at the park bench 
and  wait.  They know they have been found out, amazing how when a little 
high  you don't realize the lame excuses you have to hide the  fact.
    Walking up to the  bench and extending my hand,  I really am not much 
of a smoker of cigs or  pot; but I do on occasion and tonight I had nothing 
better to do.  The boy  I recognized bringing his hand from behind and 
offering his poorly wrapped joint  to me.  Holding it carefully and breathing 
deep, taking the smoke deep in  my chest as the scent tickles my nose.
    After the first hit  the boys relaxing knowing now that I can't inform 
on them without getting myself  in trouble.  So, we had a conversation 
going, the type you get when the  participants are high or a little high.
    Neither of the boys  are jocks as one is short and skinny and the other 
is medium height; but a bit  roly poly.  However they both did have a sense 
of humour.  Or maybe  the late hour and the smoke caused them to seem funny.
    Sitting on the  bench with them, each of us hushing the others as we 
would occasionally speak  loud or sing and that carries well on the night air.
    Needless to say at  this early in the night, I had no desire to walk a 
few minutes to my home.   Instead sitting between the boys, it seems I am 
always between two boys, I have  decided to see if one or both would like to 
"make out."  
    Turning to the  heavier boy as he takes a hit and pushing my mouth to 
his.  Whispering,  "blow it into my mouth."  The boy eyes wide finally 
emboldened by the pot,  opening his mouth to push the sweet smoke into mine.  Lips 
touching for a  moment as I inhale the gift.  Tongue tickling his lips as I 
sit back and  giggle and then he joins me.  Handing the joint to the 
smaller boy and  doing the same with him.
    Feeling giddy now  as we pass one then another around.  My inhibitions 
low as I ask the boys  if they think I am pretty.  "Pretty awesome." All of 
us breaking up and  laughing uncontrollably.    Snaking a hand to rest on 
the  heavyset boy's thigh.  Leaning against his shoulder as I lift my legs and 
 rest them on the smaller boy's legs.  Feeling the nervousness as my hand  
brushes against the stiffness in the boys' pants.  Not sure what I want to  
do; but letting the moment decide as the boy shifts under my hand and I can 
feel  his penis firmly aroused beneath my hand.
    Sliding my legs off  of the other boy and leaning to whisper into the 
ear of the boy with the  hardon. Taking his arm in mind as I stand, "I want 
to tell you  something."
    The other boy  handed the lit joint as I pull the boy behind the bench 
and we stand next to a  tree.  Wrapping my hands around his waist and 
leaning in to lick his ear  and then bit the lobe.  Then using my hands to pull 
his body against mine  and feeling his erection pressing against my lower 
belly.
    "Is that hard on  for me or are you thinking of your buddy?"  More 
giggling as I wait for his  answer.  His hands reaching around and resting on my 
ass cheeks.  A  rotation of my hips and I rub my groin against his  
erection.
    Slipping my hand  from his waist to grasp at the outline of the stiff 
penis with my fingers.   Moaning into his ear as I continue to lick and nip 
his lobe and the soft flesh  of his neck.  "I want to touch it."  My words 
matched by my fingers  pulling at the tab of his zipper and tucking it down as 
my hand slips into the  opening.  Struggling with his boxers for a moment, 
till my fingers find the  opening to them and touch the warm flesh of his 
rigid  cock.
    His moan at my  touch making me shiver as I realize I now have control 
of him now.  He will  do whatever I want and will allow me to do whatever I 
want to him.  My hand  stroking awkwardly at his warm flesh as my other hand 
undoes his belt and fly  tab.  Growling softly as I slip my hand free of 
his boxers and then push  his pants and shorts down to expose his engorged 
organ.
    Stroking the warm  yielding flesh with my fingers wrapped around it, as 
I lick down his neck and  now use my teeth to bite the soft flesh exposed 
and vulnerable to my  mouth.  Feeling the warm pulsing of the swollen organ, 
each beat of his  heart causing it to bob.
    "Should I let go,  or would you like me to keep going?"  My hand 
gliding along the engorged  tissue, feeling the soft yielding flesh and the steely 
core as my fingers  squeeze harder as they encircle.  His grunt of pleasure 
making me shiver  delightfully and then another grunt announcing his 
ejaculation as I feel the  shaft swell and using my hand cupping it over the fat 
spongy head.  The  warm thrust of the semen on the palm of my hand as he 
rocks his hips to squirt  and jerk more of his jism.
    Releasing my lips  from his neck, where I am sure I have left a sizable 
hickey and crouching down  to lick around his cock head and my sticky hand. 
 My fingers squeezing out  the last drop of his cum.  The boy breathing 
heavily above me as he leans  back against the tree trunk.  His penis softening 
and then drooping to hang  limply.  Giving it a pat and a soft kiss and 
then standing and walking to  sit down next to the smaller boy on the bench.
    Crowding the boy as  my thighs rest next to his and I drop my hand to 
rest for a moment on his upper  thigh and then  fondle his erection through 
his pants.  His surprised  grunt exciting me as I now have his cock grasped 
firmly through his pants with  my fingers.
    Leaning into his  ear as I done with the other boy.  A light bite of 
his ear lobe and then my  warm breath washing over his neck and ear.  "Would 
you like me to get you  off?"  His nod barely visible in the dark as I 
quickly work his zipper and  pull out his hard on.  Maybe it is just cause he is 
smaller, skinnier; but  his cock feels and looks bigger then the boy behind 
me.
    Using my short  finger nails to press on the underside of his dick.  
Raking the index nail  along the cum vein on the underside and feeling him 
lift off the bench with the  pressure of my finger.  His long moan, as he 
arching his hips on the  bench.  My fingers working his rigid muscle, as I feel 
the other boy sit  down beside us, his hand reaching to my thigh and 
squeezing it for a moment,  before his fingers pry my legs apart and his fingers 
touch the moist center  panel of my panties.      
    My moan of pleasure  as his fingers knife at the material, pressing it 
against and into my swollen  labia.  My eyes closing as I enjoy his 
inexperienced touch, as he rubs and  squeezes and probes my panties.
    My hand trembling  as I continue to jerk at the hard penis of the 
smaller boy.  His moans and  mine mingling now as I leg my legs open loosely to 
allow the better touching of  my pussy lips.  
    My head thrown back  on the bench, looking up at the sky, as the 
fingers push my panties into my  pussy.  My hand reaching to the boy's and pulling 
the leg band of my  panties to the side and I feel his warm grubby fingers, 
now touching the skin of  my pussy and rubbing on my leaking gease as his 
first knuckle finds it's way  into my tunnel.  The wetness of my pussy making 
squishy sounds as he fucks  it with the tip of his finger.
    Almost forgetting  the other boy, as he continues to use my encircling 
fingers as a pussy and his  hard jerk announcing that he has had his "happy 
ending."  The thick cream  arching into the air in a thick white string and 
then falls back onto his pant  leg and my hand, as he blows more cream in 
successive eruptions.  My hand  milking the still hard cock and opening my 
eyes to see the cream bubbling slowly  out of the piss slit and flow down the 
knob to coat my  fingers.
    My thighs quivering  as I take the intruding finger with my hand and 
guide it to the folds of my  clitoris and rub it quickly against the smooth 
nub.  My whole body shaking  as I come with his finger bringing me to a hard 
quick  release.
    The boy trying to  pull my panties down; but finding the strength to 
stop him as I still am in a  helpless state of release.  If he had tried a 
little harder and rubbed my  clit more, I would have stripped them down for him 
and no telling what would  have happened from there.
    Cleaning my hand  one more time as I gently pull the hand from under my 
skirt and hold both boys  with my hands.  Whispering finally that I have to 
leave. The boy's  protesting but giving them both a kiss and a hug.  
Wondering if they  realized I kissed a cock before kissing them.  Smiling sadly as 
I walk the  rest of the way across the park and climb the stairs to my 
apartment,  The  time just a little after eleven and I easily made my  curfew.
    My mother watching  TV; but really waiting up for me to come home as I 
tell her goodnight and head  to my room.  Glad for just the light of the TV 
in the living room, as I  turn on my bedroom light and see the droplets of 
moisture staining my skirt and  legs.
    Sighing as I  remember the feel of the finger probing my cunt and how 
good it felt rubbing my  clit.
    Waking up taking a  shower to bring me to life and clean up the 
nastiness of my body from the park  bench episode.  A leisurely breakfast and then 
deciding on my dress for the  Saturday afternoon away game.  Shorts or a 
skirt always a decision.   Modestly, shorts are better then having to always be 
aware to make sure that no  one is looks between your legs in a skirt.  
However, I like the thought of  the boys wanting to see up my skirt.  Denim 
skirt for the rough bleachers  of the football field and a tank top that will 
be sans my bra once I am away  from the house.  Stripping the bra off as I 
reach the lower hallway of my  apartment house and feeling the light jiggle of 
my breasts against the material  of the top as I walk smartly to school and 
the waiting school buses that will  transport us to the game in Beacon.  
The loose top not pressing  against the swollen tips and just enough of a vee 
neck that if I lean over, my  breasts can be visible.
    Finding a seat with  a girl I know and uneventfully arriving at the 
game and watching our team crush  the Beacon Bulldogs.  Just some minor teasing 
as I sat behind a boy I knew  and had a conversation with him.  Letting my 
legs open enough that when he  turned, he could see up my skirt.  And I bet 
he could tell that my panties  were not white.
    The trip back to  the school again uneventful and hanging around 
outside talking with a couple of  girls and boys, purposely waiting for the team 
to get their showers and change  from the game.
    Finally heading to  the park and sitting with a couple of boys smoking, 
not doing that nasty habit  myself.  The honk of a horn causing me to turn 
and see the car driver  Thomas from the week before idling at the curb as he 
waves me  over.
    Feeling a thrill as  a senior football player has noticed me and wanted 
to talk.  Well the talk  turned into a trip to his house so he could change 
real quick into shorts and we  could go down to the river and meet some of 
the other  guys.
    How could I turn  down an opportunity to mingle with the team.  His 
house on the other side  of town, quite a nice single family structure.  His 
parents own a hair  salon and they have a bit of money I would guess.
    Thomas wanting to  know if I want to wait in the car or come inside and 
wait.  Loving to see  how the other half lives, I walk in with him and 
admire the old Victorian style  house and furniture.  I love those pocket doors 
in the walls to shut off a  room.
    Feeling like I am  on the grand tour as he shows me around the lower 
floor and all the intricate  woodwork and then the stairway to the second 
floor.  Makes me think of an  old Southern plantation house with the grand 
stairway.  Well it wasn't  quite as wide; but the woodwork again quite impressive.
    The house in spite  of having state of the art kitchen appliances, 
seemed like it was still steeped  with the past.  Not thinking as Thomas gives 
me a tour of the second floor  and the room ornate with the ceiling trim and 
wide double open windows.   The master bedroom actually having an old wooden 
bed with backboard and  footboard and the dressers and chairs old style.
    Thinking to myself,  "wow", as we look into a sitting room and the 
other bedrooms similar in  design.  Well, almost as Thomas' is a boy's bedroom 
with posters on the  walls and models on shelves.  
    "Wait a couple of  minutes and I will be ready to go."  Turning around 
to give him  privacy.  Hearing him rummaging in his dresser behind my back 
and thinking  maybe I should wait for him downstairs.
    Feeling his body  pressing against me from behind and his hands snaking 
around to cups my breasts  as he kisses my neck.  A slight jerk in reaction 
and a shiver, as his  fingers quickly find the hard nubs of my nipples and 
I can feel the hardness of  his penis against my ass cheeks and then his 
bare legs against the back of  mine.
    My hands cupping  his hands, closing my eyes as I enjoy the pressure of 
his fingers.  Freeing  my hands and turning to Thomas.  Surprised as I see 
that he is not dressed;  but naked.
    Looking down at his  erection, the foreskin allowing a peek of his 
mushroom cap.  Catching my  breath and feeling my heart beating hard in my chest 
as he steps close again and  I can feel his pulsing cock slide under my 
skirt against my thighs as he dips  and rises up.
    My confidence ready  to flee as the immediate reality dawns in my 
racing thoughts.  Feeling the  hand slip under my top and move up my flat tummy 
and find the small mounds of my  breasts and the hard aching tips of my erect 
nipples.
    His lips finding  mine and demanding entrance for his tongue as he 
leans in hard and his tongue  pushes between my lips to find the tip of my 
tongue.
    Unable to  concentrate, as one sensation after another arouse my nerve 
endings and send  messages to my core.  Moaning softly around his probing 
tongue as his  fingers squeeze and fondle my breasts and then breaking the 
kiss, lowering his  head to suckle on my left breast.
    My resolve  shattered as he nurses on the volatile nub.  Jolts of 
sensation moving to  center between my legs as he sucks and pulls and gently nips 
one of  my "Achilles heels."  My fingers wrapping into the hair on his head 
 and holding his mouth against my chest, as he sucks my breast into his  
mouth.  
    The warm cock  bouncing against my thighs and covered pussy as he pins 
my body against one of  the walls.  My hand stroking at his head, wanting to 
pull him away from my  nipple; but helplessly mewling in pleasure.
    "No.   Stop.  Wait."  My fingers pulling at his head.  Needing time to  
clear my brain and let my body back down from the extreme arousal already  
engorging my tissue with blood and the seepage of grease from my cunt  walls.
    Thomas stepping  away and his hands now pulling my top over my head as 
I stand in unbelieving  dismay.  His strong fingers working the snap of my 
denim skirt and then  pulling down the zipper and tugging the waist over the 
soft swells of my ass  cheeks and the jutted hipbones.
    My skirt sliding  easily down my legs to pool around my ankles, while 
his fingers have found the  waistband of my panties and are already tugging 
and rolling them over my ass  cheeks to expose the finely haired swelling of 
my labia.
    The boy has me  stripped in less then a minute as I stand hands at my 
sides helpless to resist  him.  His hard prick pokes into my tummy as his 
hands grip my waist and he  spins to move me and gently push me, so I am 
falling on his  bed.
    An "oomph" of  surprise as the back of my knees contact the bed and  
bounce gently on the  mattress.  My eyes wide as I try to scramble backwards; 
but only succeeding  in moving more of my body onto the bed, as he climbs on 
and lays on top of my  body.
    His swollen cock  trapped between us jabbing against my belly.  Shocked 
to find myself naked  with a naked boy laying on top of me, his throbbing 
organs just inches from my  pussy.  
    His leg prying  between my closed ones, trying to find purchase and an 
opening.  Looking at  his face so close to mine.  Seeing the tension as his 
chest crushes against  my hard nipples.  The contact so intense and so 
unexpected in this  way.  I would not have been surprised to be kneeling in front 
of him or  sitting next to him and jerking or sucking his cock;  but not 
dodging his  heat seeking naked prick, rubbing on my naked body.
    "Please Thomas, I  don't think I can do this."  His legs still wedged 
between mine and slowly  moving my thighs apart, our groins in close conflict 
unseen by our wide eyed  stares.
    My hand finally  able to grasp his prick as he thrusts with his hips 
and I feel the cylinder of  hard meat sliding over my puffy lips; but not able 
to enter the wetness that is  betraying me.
    Finally Thomas  pushing up to his knees and kneeling between my legs, 
his swaying prick  distracting my eyes as I look up to him.
    "I am not one of  those cock teasers Thomas; but I wasn't ready to go 
all the way with you  today.  Do you have a condom, or would you like to be 
the father of my  child?"  Resorting to a phrase that often strives off  
advances.
    Watching as he  balances between my legs, his dark cock stiff and 
extended from the rough thatch  of pubic hair.  His heavy balls swaying gently 
under him as I pull myself  up to a sitting position and touch the tip of his 
prick with my fingernail and  then with my tongue tip.
    Letting him know  that I will take care of his obvious problem; but not 
willing to take his cock  into my cunt, at least not today.  My hands 
reaching to the back of his  legs and holding myself in a sitting position as I 
lean closer and lick at the  warm flesh.  Using my head to push his cock up 
to his defined abs and  licking from the base to the knob with a wide spread  
tongue.
    His harsh breathing  letting me know that he is under strain as I bob 
my head to rub my tongue and  lips over the vein bulging shaft.  Then 
lowering my head further as I slip  closer and lick at his hairy ball sack.  His 
grunt of surprise loud as I  suckle one nut then the other with my lips.  His 
cock bouncing jauntily  against my face, wetting it with my saliva and now 
the ooze of his  precum.
    My nostrils flaring  as I take in the scent, the musk of his body.  
Nipples brushing his thighs  as I move back to suckle at his long thick man 
cock.
    Capturing his knob  with my lips and then spreading them as I swallow 
the head and seal on the  shaft.  Feeling his hand behind my head and pushing 
my mouth deeper onto  his arousal.  My eyes blinking and now handily 
gagged, unable to protest as  my lips feel more of his cock slide into my face.   
    Gurgling and then  gagging as he pulls my head closer, deeper unto his 
prick and I feel the blunt  head blocking my airway.  My fingers digging 
into the backs of his legs, as  I hold my body bend forward, impaled with his 
young prick.
    Finally not able to  breathe and releasing his legs so I can put my 
hands on the front of his legs to  try to push myself off of the hard dick.
    A loud grunt then  groan as my mouth breaks free and a wash of saliva 
drools from my mouth as I  noisily gasp and gag, laying back on the bed.
    Eyes wide and  staring as I barely have control of the situation as 
Thomas sits on the back of  his legs between my spread legs and his fingers 
move to slide over the fat lips  of my cunt.  Trembling as his fingers glide 
along the wetness of my  labia.  One of my hands hovering close to keep him 
from thrusting his  fingers deep into my pussy.
    The heat of my  body and the twisting and clenching of my  core, 
threatening to undo me as his fingers slide again between the wet lips and  over 
the smooth surface of my button.  Mewling as my head moves side to  side as 
his thumb finds the throbbing pearl and rubs across the surface harshly,  
pressing the engorged tissue as my hips buck up against his strong  fingers.
    Fighting with  myself and Thomas as my fingers grasp his wrist and yank 
it away from my open  and spread cunt.  My breathing coming in ragged gasps 
as I hold his wrist  with my hand and try to compose myself mentally and 
physically.  My sexual  being a total ruin.
    A sheen of sweat  coating my body as I look up at the satyr kneeling 
between my legs.  His  elongated and swollen cock bobbing and swaying, a drop 
of moisture coating the  fat knob.
    "Ease up  Thomas."  My voice shaky and high pitched as squirm and work 
my way from  his impassioned cock.  Sitting up against the backboard of his 
bed, as I  reach forward and releasing his wrist, find the girth of his cock 
with my long  fingers.  Holding the base with one hand as my other slides 
up and down to  stretched the soft warm flesh of his shaft to the knob and 
back  again.
    My lips dry as I  try to think fast and not have him think that I am 
one of those cock teasers  that I have heard about.  I don't want that 
reputation, well I want it but  not as one that gets them excited and leaves them.  
I want to be the cock  teaser that finishes them off and have them leave 
wanting  more.
    The fact that I am  naked in his bedroom and that my pussy is wet as 
hell, not a thought as I grasp  his hard cock and tug.  Sliding to the side of 
the bed and working him onto  his back.  
    Reversing our  positions as I kneel between his legs, my fingers slowly 
massaging the swollen  flesh.  Looking down at him and smiling as I reach 
down with my free hand  and touch his heavy sack.  Seeing the barely 
contained gasp working his  lips as my fingers gently rub and cup the delicate orbs 
of his  testicles.
    He is putty in my  hands as I lean over and tease his nipple with my 
lips and tongue.  "Hands  above your head."  The boy lifting his arms to the 
back of his head at my  command.
    He may be my putty;  but I am his also, even if he doesn't realize it.  
Carefully laying down  full length on Thomas.  Trapping his penis between 
our bodies.  Using  my hands and feet to move my body on top of his.  Sliding 
that hard cock  against my cunt lips, the folds wetting it and then 
stopping just as the fat  head rubs my clit.
    Trying to control  the situation and give pleasure to the boy without 
losing myself in my lust and  doing something stupid.  And to be honest, I am 
trembling as I have to  fight my body not to slide a little more and catch 
the cock head with my  opening.
    My hard nipples  pressing on his chest and the drag of them sending 
shock waves of pleasure to my  core as I use my tongue and lips to kiss and 
lick the fresh sweat from his neck  and shoulders.
    Moaning into his  shoulder as I feel the hardness pressing on my pubes 
and oh so close.  My  teeth working the soft flesh of his shoulder and neck 
and giving him what will  be a reminder of this afternoon as I work a hickey.
    "I am going to  cum."  His words breaking into my revelry.  My eyes 
opening and then  pushing myself up with my hands.  Looking into his face and 
seeing the  strain as he tries to hold back.
    Sliding my legs on  either side of his hips and kneeling.  HIs cock 
straight up and straining  as I move my cunt lips next to the shaft and use my 
hand to hold it against  me.  Then flexing and riding my body up his cock to 
tease my pussy and  labia with the swollen shaft.
    My whole insides  quivering as I hold his eyes and seeing his face 
muscles tightening.   Stopping my movement and lightly holding him to my body.  
Hoping that   the lack of movement will cause him to relax.  
    Then after a long  minute or less, riding his cock outside of my body 
again.  Feeling the  ridge of his crown pressing from just above my slit to 
against my clit and then  a brief second at the entrance to my tunnel.  The 
lowering my body again to  run it over my throbbing pearl.
    I am not sure how  many more times we could stroke that way; but the 
next time that I lifted to rub  it on my clit and cunt lips, I lifted a couple 
of inches higher and then leaned  forward.  Trapping his knob against my 
cunt lips and opening and then  lowering myself onto his engorged cock.
    My cunt walls  spreading to take his cock inside of me.  A low keen of 
sound escaping my  lips as I feel the  fat head spreading my walls and then 
my walls closing  around the shaft.
    My body trembling  and my cunt in a quick spasm as it grasps hard on 
the intruding prick.  A  look of disbelief on Thomas' face as he feel the 
velvety flesh caress his cock  like a glove.
    His hips jerking  and the rest of his cock is impaled deep as my cunt 
lips flatten against his  groin.
    My legs squeezing  his sides as I grasp his cock again with my cunt 
walls.  Working them as I  have practiced many times with a vibrator and my 
fingers.  His thrusts a  few jerky movements and then his loud groan, letting 
me know that he has cum and  his body still jerking as he erupts a few more 
times up into my pussy.  
    Filling it with his  boyish seed as I  shift and again milk his prick.  
 The moment  taking me and weakening my resolve not to let him inside of 
me.  Regretting  that I did not carry a condom with me and wondering why he 
didn't have any as he  humps weakly up at my cunt.
    The fear of  becoming pregnant not my concern as my mother thought I 
needed to be on the  pill.  I guess that she expects the worse from me, a good 
Roman Catholic  girl.  Smiling sheepishly to myself.  She wasn't wrong.    
No. the reason for the condom would be more for fear of disease; but I won't 
 tell the boys I am on the pill.  Well at least not  yet.
    Clamping my legs  tight and pressuring his cock to release all of his 
lovely sperm into my hot  throbbing pussy.  Thomas his eyes closed, mouth 
gaping as I give one more  clench of my walls on his prick.  Then pushing 
myself up and feeling his  erection slipping out of my slick hole and flopping 
semi hard against his tight  abs.
    Straddling one of  his legs as I lean down and lick along his still 
impressive cock.  Feeling  it jerk and flop around against my mouth and lips as 
I slowly lave it from base  to head and clean it like a good girl.  
    Tasting my skanky  cunt as I squirm as I inhale the musk of his lower 
body and squeeze out another  drop of his pearly white seed.  Not sure how to 
stop the leakage from  between my legs as I finish cleaning his dick and 
giving it a small kiss on the  tip.
    Cupping a hand  between my legs as I look around his room and sighing 
as I realize boy's don't  keep tissues available.  Reaching to the floor with 
my other hand and  grabbing my panties and letting them soak up the thick 
white goo as it leaks  from my red cunt lips.
    Shyly covering my  cunt and breasts as he slides off the bed and finds 
his underpants and pulls a  pair of shorts from a drawer.  Sitting back, 
feeling a wet spot forming  under my heated body as more seeps into his bedding.
    After being shown a  bath room and given a ziploc bag, depositing my 
panties in the bag and in my  hand bag as I pull my top and skirt back on 
after using a washcloth to clean  between my legs.
    Thomas dressed in a  tee shirt and shorts as he leads me out of his 
house and to the car.  His  eyes looking at my chest and I know he is seeing 
the hard points of my nipples  pushing at the front of my tank top.  There is 
nothing I can do, other then  throw on my bra, to cover up the hard aching 
tips.
    Biting my lips as  his fingers touch the swollen nubs and squeeze them 
for a few seconds.   Then with his arm around my waist, walking with him to 
the waiting car.  No  gentleman as he opens the drivers side and I move 
around to open the passenger  door and sit down.  
    Conscious of the  fact I have no panties on as I sit down, my legs 
parting and skirt riding up and  most likely giving a show to Thomas.  
    "Are you going to  be alright?"  His words the first since we "fucked." 
 His hand  squeezing just above my knee as he heads down to the  river.
    "I am fine Thomas,  we are good."  Smiling brightly and hoping I am 
reassuring him in some  way.  The trip to the river quick and a few other girls 
there with the  other football players.  Thomas seeming to be possessive of 
me and I think  some of the girls are wondering why he is with me and not 
with one of them as  they are much sexier and hotter looking.
    The car crowded in  the late afternoon as we head home, crammed between 
Thomas and another player,  who also found it convenient to place his hand 
high on my bare thigh.   Already I know what they are expecting, a repeat of 
the previous week where I  was the only girl in a car full of boys.
    When Thomas asked  where I would like to go.  I think he was surprised 
when I told him to my  home, as I had some things to do tonight.  
    "How about a  goodnight kiss Patrice?"  The boy in the back suggesting 
a kiss; but I  think he was not thinking on his lips.  Kneeling on the seat 
as I turn  around and give each of the three boys in the back a kiss on the 
lips, the guys  fairly awkward; but managing to force their tongues into my 
mouth, as my hand  reaches over and gives each of them a good night squeeze 
on their  erections.
    Thomas' hand up and  between my legs and rubbing my pussy as I kneel on 
the seat.  The other boy  also massaging between my legs and touching my 
hot lips.
    Finally giving  Thomas a few strokes of my hand on his cock.  A shake 
of his head as I move  to kiss his lips and just get a cheek.  "Thanks."  A 
tongue lick on  the hicky on his neck.
    "I will call you  tomorrow."  Nodding an okay as the boy next to me 
lets me out of the  car.
    "Walk me to the  door?"  Taking his hand and leading him to the front 
door of my apartment  and using the key to open the door leading to the 
stairwell to the second and  third floor apartments.  Turning and giving him a 
sultry kiss as I lean  against him and sandwich him between me and the door 
frame and then pull him  into the lower hallway, as I show Thomas five 
fingers.  Telling him I will  be 5 minutes.
    The boy quickly  reaching to my ass cheeks and pulling me close, as I 
listen for sounds from  above.  Then sliding my hand down to trace the line 
of his hard on and then  quickly undoing his pants and pulling them down to 
his ankles as I wet my hand  and curling it around the soft outer flesh and 
jerk his cock as we continue to  kiss.  
    Whipsering into his  ear as I tease the lobe, "let me know when you are 
going to cum."  My  fingers moving up and down his swollen flesh, thumb 
finding the piss slit and  the slick moisture oozing from the opening.
    His breathing  quickening and his groans audible, as I quickly kiss his 
lips to stop the  sound.  His hands pulling at my tank top and tugging and 
squeezing my  breasts and nipples.  Feeling the excitement building in me as 
his fingers  roughly pinch the sensitive tips and jolt of electricity flow 
to my  core.
    Breaking my kiss  and tell me he is close.  Kneeling down and taking 
his cock in my hand as  my mouth finds the knob and licks around it and then 
quickly stretching my lips  around the mushroom cap.  Bobbing quickly up and 
down the length and  feeling his body rocks forward on his heels as he spews 
his long white strings  of seed into my mouth and then gulping greedily as 
I swallow the salty tasting  cream.  Milking him with a firm grip and 
sucking down the last of his  drops.  A kiss on the tip of his cock and standing 
up, pulling his shorts  and pants up and waiting as he fixes his pants and 
then giving him a hug as I  open the door to let him out.
    Waving again to the  faces in the car windows as he walks down the 
steps and I climb them to the  third floor apartment.  My mom watching TV as I 
walk past and I hope she  can't smell the scent of my slutty cunt as I walk 
to my room after a short  exchange of pleasantries.
    I so wonder if she  knows what I have been doing, especially the past 
few weeks.  Begging off  of Thomas' offer to take me for a ride.  I know 
exactly the ride he is  expecting now and need to let him know that I am not his.
    Monday lunch time  also begging off of sitting with the football 
players; but managing to sit at  the next table and let them see a little leg as I 
hike my school skirt a little  high and my legs a little wide.  
    The week dragging  other then usual schoolwork, that really isn't that 
difficult to complete.   Afternoons either at the Lourdean office (the name 
of the school newspaper), or  sitting in the stands watching the team 
practice and watch me  tease.
    I know many of  their names now and working on their numbers as they 
are wearing helmets and I  can't see their faces.  Unfortunately they also 
where protective cups, so I  can't see their erections either.  But I do know 
they have  them.
    Actually being very  good this week and not touching a single hard on 
with my mouth, hands or any  other part of my body.  I have looked at those 
telltale outlines in their  trousers though.
    I can't wait to the  game on Saturday.  Another away game, this time in 
Kingston.  Alana  and I sharing a seat on one of the school buses following 
the team bus up route  9 through Rhinebeck and then over the Hudson River 
to Kingston.  Both of us  wearing blue jumpers with a gold blouses, the 
school colors.  And then a  light wind breaker/raincoat just in case the breeze 
stiffens and there is a  possibility of light rain.
    I am a little  better prepared this time as I have added a packet of 
condoms to my usual  shoulder bag clutter.  Leaning over to whisper the 
information into Alana's  ear, tickling it with my tongue and then both of us 
giggling like innocent  school girls. 
    The team again  having a great day, the one TD on special teams and 
three by the offense.   Off to a 3-0 start for the season.  A little drizzle 
during the game; but  mostly just a little chilly with the wetness and a 
slight  breeze.
    We wait around  after the game, as the team showers, buses idling.  The 
players getting a  rousing welcome as they come out in their street clothes 
and some are going to  ride back with friends.   Thomas and Jack and 
another player named  Bernard are riding back with a non player friend named 
Charlie.  The guys  offering us a ride back and looking at Alana seeing she is in 
agreement as we  pile into the older but roomy van.  Charlie and Bernard in 
front with Alana  in the middle and Thomas and Jack in back with me in the  
middle.
    It didn't take long  for my jumper to ride higher up on my thighs then 
it was intended to be.   Of course the two hands helping had something to do 
with the skirt bunched up  around my hips and I can look down and see the 
color of my panties as my hands  are kept busy on the two questing hands.  We 
are barely out of the parking  lot of the field and already they are taking 
liberties with my lower  body.
    I can't say that I  mind that much; but at least let me think that they 
are trying to seduce me into  spreading my legs, not just grabbing and 
expecting me to assent.  If it  wasn't for their hands being quite familiar with 
my pubic area, I might have  gave them both a hand job; but it is something 
of a wrestling match in that back  as I pull one then the other hand from 
the leg bands of my  panties.
    That and the fact  as I look forward I see Charlie's eyes in the mirror 
that I am sure is tilted to  see the lower back seat.  Alana seems to be 
managing to hold the boys at  bay much better then I am.
    Finally pushing  down my jumper and taking the boy;s hand and placing 
them in their laps, which  of course I find a reversal as now my hands are 
resting on their erections and  their hands are holding mine in place.  
Tracing the fullness of their  swollen shafts needless to say is having its affect 
on my recently vacated  crotch, as I feel the moisture seeping from my 
walls and can almost smell the  musk of my aroused body.
    My fingers resting  lightly on their bulges, as we cross the bridge and 
take the shortcut behind  Rhinebeck proper.  The van pulling into the 
entrance to Ferncliff Forest  Park.  Looking around as we coast through a cloud 
of dust to a pole fence  in a corner of the parking lot.
    "Let's take a hike,  they have some really nice trails in here and the 
fire tower gives a nice view  of the surroundings."  Jack's words not really 
sincere in that he want to  view the beauty of the Hudson Valley and River. 
 I have been to that tower  and it is a good hike and then climb up 
multiple ladder like  steps.
    Looking at each  other as we stand in the parking lot, then at our 
jumper skirts and flats.   Not the ideal hiking attire; but it is a dirt path 
for the most part.   Shrugging our shoulders and giving in as we start out 
with Bernard leading the  way and then Alana and me and Jack and Thomas behind 
us and Charlie rummaging in  the back of the van before running to catch up. 
 
    Looking at him and  the blanket that looks like it has been in the van 
since the day it was  built.  Old wool and scratchy probably bought at an 
Army Surplus Store or  pulled out of a basement or attic.
    The dust swirling  around our lower legs from the dry dirt as we 
quickly hike up and around the  pond and leantos and make the final assent up to 
the hilltop with the metal  skeleton  of the fire tower rising high into the 
gray clouded  sky.
    Feeling a fine  sheen of sweat on my body as we start up the stairs.  
The framework looking  rusty and old and as we reach the second landing you 
can feel the sway of the  structure in the light breeze.
    I know the boys  just played a game of football; but it is more then 
being tired that had them  lagging behind Alana and me as the steps ring out 
with a hollow metal  sound.  I know the boy's are trying to look up our 
skirts and I nudge Alana  who smiles back at me.  We may be sophomores; but we 
are well aware of the  wiles of hormonal boys.
    My calfs aching by  the time we climb the ladder to enter the covered 
crows nest.  Actually it  is a square of above waist high walls opened for 
viewing of the  countryside.  A spectacular view it is as you can see back 
across the  Hudson to the Kingston area and up and down it, the boats barely 
specks in the  gleaming water.  The woods totally surround us on the  hilltop. 
    The pounding of  feet on the ladder and the movement of the tower 
announcing the arrival of our  escorts.  Happily the boys are sweating up a storm 
as each head and body  appears through the opening.
    Standing right on  the edge to let them look up my skirt and seeing 
their silly smirks as they  climb up to stand on the floor.  Turning to lean 
over and look across at  the Hudson, Alana beside me and the feel of a hand on 
my waist or should I say  on the top of my left ass cheek as we lean on 
railing.
    "Hey, guys.  I  am not scared of heights; but lets distribute the 
weight a little more evenly on  the tower."  I could feel a pounding in my chest 
as the wind caught the  tower a good sway and I feel as if it was leaning 
over  slightly.
    Alana and two of  the guys moving to the other side to sort of balance 
the tower.  Lucky me  to have Jack and Thomas wanting to escort and protect 
me, as their hands slip  behind me and slide under and up my skirt.
    In spite of how  familiar they have been with my body, I can feel a 
trembling in both of their  hands as they pat and rub and squeeze the flesh of 
my cheeks.  Jack's hand  resting on the railing and somehow its the railing 
below my chest.  His  fingers brushing against my blouse and finding that I 
have again not worn a bra  as the nipple swell more to the contact of his 
fingertips.  Setting my  shoulder bag on the floor.
    Surprised as I feel  the fingers slipping between my legs and rubbing 
my labia from behind as again,  no seduction or attempt at being coy.  Trying 
not to turn around; but  seeing Alana in a kiss with Charlie as his hands 
are cupping her ass cheeks as  Bernard watches.
    Wondering if four  boys and two girls is a good mix here in this 
confined space.  In the car  with the four boys, I knew that hands and mouths 
would come into play; but  really not enough room for more then that; but here 
it is a confined area; but  plenty of room to do whatever happens.
    Being the good  Catholic girl that I am, I opened my leg stance wider 
to allow the fingers more  freedom as I turn to Jack and get into a nice wet 
face sucking kiss.  HIs  finger tugging at my blouse and pulling it free 
from the waistband of my skirt  and exposing the small mound of my right 
breasts.  Fingers rolling the hard  nipple as I moan into his mouth and wiggle 
against the fingers pushing my  panties into my pussy. 
    My eyes closing as  my body, my lower brain the one in the pit of my 
core takes control and I move  my tongue into Jack's mouth and then bite at 
his lips as he fondles both of my  breasts as I turn to him.  I can feel 
Thomas pressing against my ass cheeks  with his bulge and the pressure of his 
fingers as they push the wet panel of my  panties against my wet walls.
    I am lost  now.  I don't know if the boys are aware; but I am helpless 
to resist them  as my legs squeeze on the probing fingers and I suck on 
Jack's tongue like it  was a cock.
    Just registering  moans and grunts on the other side of the small tower 
and catching Alana's  long legs exposed beneath her lifted skirt.  I don't 
know how far she will  go; but nothing would surprise me.
    My panties grasped  and rolled down over my ass cheeks and thighs and 
hanging just around my knees,  as I feel the finger slip into the moist 
warmth of my pussy.  My knees  sagging as I close my legs and hold the finger 
like a cock inside of my  cunt.  
    My breathing ragged  as my nipples tugged and pinched tight as my body 
lowers.  Hissing as the  pain of the abused nipples register now with a 
flush of pleasure.  My body  trembling as it lowers to floor, kneeling on the 
old wooden floor boards.   Breasts still tight in the steel grip of Jack's 
fingers, as I gasp and moan  loudly.  Thomas following me to my knees and his 
fingers, two now wiggling  inside of my lower body.  Jack's mouth pressing on 
my mine as he bends me  back on my knees and I feel the fingers slip from 
my  pussy.
    Sitting back on my  legs as I hear Thomas behind me.  Jack's fingers 
releasing my nipples and  pushing the straps of my skirt down over my arms and 
quickly tugging the blouse  over my head.  Dropping it beside me on the 
edge of the opening to below  and pushing the skirt down over my hips as he 
tugs my legs forward and quickly  finding myself naked  on a rough blanket that 
Thomas had put down on the  floor.
    Jack stripping  quickly and Thomas is already kneeling pants down 
around his ankles as he lower  his body to press his erection against my face and 
mouth.  The warm shaft  of flesh, soft and hard at the same time and the 
smell of his lower body causing  my hips to jerk. as I look up at Jack and his 
swaying cock, thrusting from the  thatch of brown hair.
    His hands pulling  my legs apart as he kneels between them, his eyes 
riveted on the juncture of my  legs as he knee walks closer.  My hands 
reaching up and stopping him as he  begins to lower his body onto mine. 
    "Do you think I am  this easy?"  My query stopping him as he places his 
hand on the floor  either side of my chest, as if preparing to do a push up.

    "A rubber, you need  to put a rubber on, didn't you tell him Thomas?  
You guys didn't bring any  condoms since you expect to get a piece of ass?"  
Hearing the movement  across the opening stop and the silence in the four 
square tower deafening  enough to hear the wind blowing.
    Everyone froze in  dead silence, and then I start to giggle and Alana 
joins me as I sit up and look  around.  Alana is half undressed; but I see 
all four boys looking at my  naked body and even Alana is eyes wide.  I don't 
think she thought that we  would be this far along.
    Reaching to my  shoulder bag and pulling out the packet of rubbers,  
"okay I have enough  for all of you to practice putting it on properly."  
Alana bursting out in  a loud peal of laughter as the boy's looked shocked as I 
rip one condom after  another off of the packet.  Handing one to each of 
them and watching them  dumbfounded, dicks in hand so to speak.
    Jack quickly  tearing at the wrapped and looking as if he didn't know 
what side was in as I  reached over and showed him with way to roll it onto 
his hard cock.  Then  smiling as I lay back on the floor, looking up, and 
spread my legs akimbo  to let the swollen wet lips part into a pink slit.
    Jack lowering again  between my legs, his cock nice covered with a 
condom as I reach between my legs  and guide his rubber coated prick to the 
entrance and then gasp in a soft moan  as he pushes his cock firmly into my 
cunt.  Burying his length in my wet  hole, as I feel the wiry hair of his pubes 
scratching the bare flesh of my  pubes.
    My eyes closing as  he actually does pushups with his arms and moves 
his cock in and out of my cunt  a few inches each way.  Finally curling my 
legs behind him and hooking my  ankles around the small of his back and pulling 
him in tight into my cunt as I  guide the movement, letting him free and 
then pulling him back into my nasty  hole.
    My eyes closed as I  lick my lips and jerk my hips up to meet each of 
his thrusts.  Grunting  like a pig in heat as I take his cock and hold it 
tight and then use my cunt  walls to massage his cock into a hard spasm of 
erupting seed.  Each hard  thrust of his cock, spewing more of his sperm into 
the tip of the condom as he  grinds into my body and then relaxing and pulls 
back with a loud  gasp.
    His cock feeling so  good as it slides against my walls and a soft moan 
of loss as he slips out, his  cock softening and the reservoir at the tip 
of his condom filled with a white  gooey cream.
    Thomas stepping  over and quickly replacing Jack and quickly filling my 
cunt once again with a  hard young cock.  His dark body looking so odd with 
the white condom  thrusting out and looking so ungainly and unnatural.  
    His body snapping  into the juncture of my legs with as hard thrusts, 
as I my back is rubbed hard  by the rough material of the blanket under me.  
Three hard thrusts and I  can fell my insides quivering as his shaft spreads 
my walls and rides along the  silky passage.
    Stopping him in mid  stroke and then reaching between us to pull off 
his condom and then aiming his  fat knob once again at my cunt.  Looking up as 
he thrusts hard into my  cunt, not able to control the fact that he is 
fucking me bareback and at the  moment not caring that he might be impregnating 
me.  Just his hard savage  thrust as he wetly slap his hard knob deep into 
my   tunnel and with a  scream almost as if in pain, his cock head swells 
inside of me and he shoot  his thick wad of seed against my walls and womb 
opening.
    Whimpering as he  thrusts again and again, emptying his potent young 
cock into my body and my  walls clasping hard and gripping at his hard shaft.  
HIs body falling limp  on me, crushing my breasts and nipples into my 
chest.  As he pants and  wheezes, I milk his softening cock some more.
    Turning my head I  see Alana sucking on  Charlie's cock as Bernard 
stands cock in hand.   Catching his eyes and waving him over to me as I gently 
push Thomas off of my  body and as soon as he is out of the way, urge Bernard 
to kneel between my  legs.  Sitting up and taking his hard cock to my lips 
and tonguing his  purple knob and feeling the bulging veins as I suckle and 
lick the uncovered  shaft.
    Heedless of his  bare cock as I grasp it firmly and guide him to the 
seeping entrance of my  cunt.  Thomas' seed leaking out of my swollen gash as 
the fat head of  Bernard plunges in and I whimper with pleasure at being 
filled once again with a  potent prick.  The boy may have seen his first cunt 
and fucked his first  one; but he kept at it steadily, as my walls massaged 
and milked and clenched  and my index finger finding my clitoris, rubs it 
furiously to a hard satisfying  climax and then with a few more squeezes of my 
cunt on his lovely cock, milk him  of his young seed.
    Whispering into his  ear how nice that felt and how I think he may have 
made a baby with that  load.  His body stiffening and not in a good way as 
he struggles to pull  free of my heels that are locked around his back.
    His face red as he  kneels and I follow and quickly take his cock in my 
mouth and suck it dry of  sperm and clean it of my nasty skank.  
    Then doing the same  for Jack and Thomas, cleaning them of cream and my 
cunt juice.  Alana still  working Charlie's cock in her mouth and taking 
his load in her throat as he  comes hard.
    The six of us naked  as we stand and kneel and lie after some nasty 
sexing.  Alana not giving up  her pussy to the boys; but taking a load from 
Jack in her mouth as he fingers  her cunt.  All of us smelling and smeared with 
cum and sweat and the open  tower stinking of raw sex.
    Everyone drained as  I reach for my panties and swipe them between my 
legs and feeling them totally  soggy as I place them in a plastic bag.  
    "You guys want to  know a secret?"  Pulling on my blouse and the straps 
of my jumper over my  shoulders.  "I can see you are a bit worried now that 
you are done fucking  me."  The looks on their faces telling me that Thomas 
and Bernard are for  sure.  "Just so you know, I use birth control pills."  
Alana laughing  at the looks of relief in the boy's face.
    The trip back down  the tower and hike back to the van quiet and 
subdued.  Jack and Bernard and  Thomas escorting Alana and I guess hoping to get 
her cherry sometime in the  future.  Charlie hanging back with me.
    "You know you  didn't fuck me Charlie, is it that you think I am a slut 
or something?"   Charlie not having an answer as we walk on and then as the 
others disappear  around a bend, I pull him into a small copse of trees and 
back him up to a thick  pine tree stump.  
    My knowing hand  finding his cock in his pants and quickly rubbing it 
to a passably  erection.  The boy may not be a football player; but he sure 
could be on my  team anytime.
    "You do it fast and  we can catch up with them."  Pulling him away from 
the tree and then  leaning into the trunk, spreading my legs apart and 
wiggling my ass to entice  the young man.
    Obviously something  did the trick as he lifts my skirt up and drapes 
it on my ass and back and I  feel his cock pressing between my thighs and 
then the head pushing against my  well used cunt lips as it parts the swollen 
tissue and spreads my walls apart as  he flattens my ass cheeks with his hard 
quick thrusts.  The slap of flesh  loud to my ears in the quietness of the 
forest, till the shouts of our friends  asking where we are. 
    Charlie pounding  hard into my cunt as he grips my hips and finally 
shoots his load of seed into  my slick and well oiled hole.    Clenching hard 
and milking his  cock as he slaps into my body a few more time and then leans 
on my back as his  cock slowly slides out of the slippery hole.
    Turning and  kneeling in front of him as I suck on the softening prick 
and drain his last  drop of cum and give a gentle kiss to the tip and small 
opening.  Smiling  up at him as I swipe at the cum leaking from my cunt and 
licking it from my hand  as I follow him to catch up with the rest.
    On the way back to  the school the boys telling me that Thomas and Jack 
were awarded the game balls  today and that I am officially the ball girl 
for the team.  The sound of  that not bad to my ears, as I shiver thinking of 
doing it after every  game.
    
 
     
    
    
    
    
    
    
     
    
    
 
    
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