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It was after midnight and we were still goofing around, eating chips, drinking pop, and playing video games in Ricky's basement den. We were all sugared-up on junk food and were outright throwing shit at each other, screaming and laughing, when Ricky's mom came down.

"Boys," she said. "It's time to shut it down now. We're all trying to sleep upstairs. I'm not going to tell you again."

"Sorry, mom," Ricky said.

"Sorry, Mrs. Horning," Dylan and Mike said.

"Sorry, Alicia," I added, being a cocky little smart-ass. She smirked at me, and waved me away with a dismissive gesture of her hand.

"All of you, into your sleeping bags. Shut down that game and get to sleep. I don't want to have to come down here again. If I hear anything else, I'm sending Mr. Horning down here. Pammy's already in bed and you better not disturb her."

"Pam's probably gonna be on the phone with her girlfriends all night," Ricky said.

"She's grounded, Ricky. You know that. She's in bed with the lights out, and I better not hear of you disturbing her. She's got gymnastics in the morning."

"We'll be good," we promised.

The game was switched off, and we all began rolling out our sleeping bags. Ricky and Mike got the couches - they had called them first - while Dylan and I stretched out on the floor, atop these stinky old foam mats that Mrs. Horning had dug out of the garage. They hadn't been used since the previous summer and they smelled like the old motor oil and tires they had been stored next to. But it was better than sleeping on the concrete floor.

Finally the lights went out and all was quiet except for the radio that played incessantly from the end table next to Ricky's head. All was quiet for a moment, as we listened to the progression of tunes from our favourite station.

"Your mom's hot, dude," Mike said, breaking the silence.

"Shut up, man! That's my mom you're talking about."

"Well she is! I'm allowed to think so. She ain't my mom."

"She's a yummy mommy!" I added.

"Oh, Alicia! Oh, Alicia!" Mike moaned, setting us off into insane fits of repressed giggling.

"Hey! Fuck you guys," Ricky said. "That's sick!"

"Yummy..." Mike whispered. Then it was quiet again.

Down South by Manda Merasty came on the radio.

"Man, Manda Merasty is hot," I said. "She sings like she's getting laid or something."

"You know what I think of this song?" Mike asked.

"What?" Ricky replied.

Mike cut an ass-ripping fart in response and we all burst into irrepressible giggling once again.

"Sick, dude!" I said, my mouth and nose covered with the fabric of the sleeping bag.

"What are you hiding for?" Dylan said. "He's the one trapped inside his sleeping bag with the smell."

"Gahhh!" Mike snarled. "Can't breath. Need oxygen."

This prompted more chuckles, but Rick hushed us once again.

"I don't mind this song so much," I said. "I think this chick's a mega-babe."

"A mega-babe?" Mike protested. "A mega-ho is more like it!"

"She's not a ho," I argued. "You're mom's a ho, and she looks nothing like her."

More snickers, including Ricky this time.

"Fuck you, Freddy," Mike said, but he knew I was only kidding. "Listen to her though, 'Come on down and kiss me, don't think you're gonna dis' me'? She's talking about some dude licking her snatch!"

"Yeah, right!" Ricky said. "She is not."

"So why does she say, 'Take your sweet mouth and head a little south'? It's so obvious!"

"You've just got a sick mind, man. It's a song about a chick from Mexico writing a letter to her American boyfriend."

"I suppose so, if you wanna be naive about it. We all know it's really about licking pussy. Any chick will tell you that."

"Well chicks have dirty minds too, then. I say it's about Mexico."

There was silence again while we all focused in on the lyrics. I've got to admit Mike had a point there. Her semi-orgasmic vocals allayed any doubts the ambiguous lyrics left in my mind.

"Maybe Mexico is like the big fat vagina of North America," I commented out of the blue. "It's shaped like a triangle."

"What the fuck!?" Dylan laughed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Shut up, you moron. That's stupid. How can a continent have a vagina?"

"Think about it. The song makes more sense that way."

"Why do you guys have to get all technical about it? This chick wants the guy to lick her crack - end of story!"

"I still don't know where you're getting that from," Ricky argued. "What the hell do you know about licking a chick's crack anyway?"

"I know lots about it," Mike said.

We all laughed at him.

"Big talk for someone who's not even fourteen yet."

"You know nothing about licking a chick's pussy, and you probably never will."

"Keep it down, you guys," Ricky said. We pretty much ignored him though. The conversation was getting interesting now.

"I do too know about it," Mike argued.

"Prove it, then."

Ah, the eternal challenge of adolescents. There was no claim a kid could make without him being called upon to "prove it". It was the challenge that sorted through all bullshit once and for all.

"Well," Mike began hesitantly. You could tell he was thinking up a lie. "I heard about this guy once that licked this chick's pussy for like twenty minutes."

"What was his name?"

"Who was she?"

"Well I don't know their names, but I heard that he got her to take off her pants and panties and he licked her pussy for like half-an-hour. She had hair down there and everything, just like in Penthouse."

"I thought you said it was only twenty minutes," Ricky challenged him.

"Now it's half-an-hour?" I added.

"And he doesn't even know their names," Dylan said from beside me.

"I swear, guys! This kid named Myles told me all about it. He said it was a friend of his, who licked his own cousin's pussy in a raft at summer camp."

Now that there were details it was more believable.

"Did she come?"

"Did he fuck her?"

"I don't know if she came, or if he fucked her. I just heard that he went down on her. He actually got to see a chick's pussy and lick it and everything."

There was a pause. The song faded out and another one started, but we were too absorbed in thoughts about licking pussy to notice.

"That would be cool."

"Yeah."

"It was cool. Myles said the guy was all feeling her up in the raft, out in the middle of the lake, and she was all, 'do you want to take my pants off?', and he was all 'Yeah', and she was all 'do you want to take my panties off?', and he was like 'yeah', and then she was all 'do you want to touch me down there?', and he was like 'Oh, yeah!' and she was all laying back in the boat and she had her arm over her forehead, just like those chicks in Penthouse, and then she was like, 'Can you lick me down there?', so he did."

"Wait a minute! That's bullshit! You got that story out of your dad's Penthouse magazine. You showed it to me even - that guy and that girl fucking in the dingy out on the lake. You're full of it, man!"

"It's a true story, I swear!"

"Yeah right," Ricky objected. He had seen the Penthouse layout too. Mike had lost all credibility, with that story anyway.

"Well maybe it wasn't in a raft on a lake, but Myles did tell me that story, I swear."

Maybe it was bullshit, but my dick had gotten hard just thinking about it. I began very carefully stroking it, so as not to give myself away in the process.

"I heard about this guy one time who actually did go down on a chick," I said.

"What happened?"

"Well they were playing spin the bottle, and-"

"Who was?"

"Well, these kids," I said. "I don't know all their names."

"Bullshit," Mike concluded.

"Do you want to hear the story, or not?" I said.

"I gotta go take a piss," Dylan replied. "You guys can lay around here telling your tall tales and beating off in your sleeping bags by yourselves."

"You need privacy when you do it, huh Dylan?"

"Yeah. Taking a piss, my ass."

"Shut up, or I'll piss on your fuckin' head right now."

"Anyway, what happened with the spin the bottle, Freddy?"

Dylan headed up the stairs and I continued.

"Well there were these kids, and they were playing spin the bottle, so anyway, there's this one chick who was like this real slut, and she was all slipping tongues to every guy she kissed, and they were all getting horny, so they said from now on when the bottle lands on you, you can go in the closet and do whatever you want, not just kissing. So this one dude spins the bottle and it lands on the slutty chick, so they go into the closet and he starts feeling her up and everything. He actually got his finger inside her, for like five minutes. Anyway, the next thing you know he's licking her pussy and someone yanks the door open and they all see his tongue right up her cunt and everything."

"That is a true story. I think I heard about that one."

"Man, I wish I could have been there."

"Me too."

"Where the hell is Dylan? He should have been back by now. How long does it take him to piss?"

"He's beating off in the bathroom. Give him a few minutes. He probably can't even find his little dick."

"I should have loaned him my microscope."

"He couldn't find his dick with the Hubble microscope," Ricky laughed.

"The Hubble Microscope? You moron. It's the Hubble Telescope, and his dick is little, not far away in a distant galaxy."

"You'd know, Freddy, ya homo!"

Mike burst out laughing and I threw a cushion at him.

"Fuck you, man. I didn't mean it like that. I have no idea if his dick is little or not."

"Well maybe you can ask Tracy Carey. I heard she felt him up at the swimming pool one time."

"No way! Really!?"

"That's what he said. They were practicing floating. You know, like in the swimming lessons, and her arms brushed by his dick while she was treading water. The next thing you know, he's got a hard-on and she kept on waving her hand back and forth against it. That's what he said anyway."

"Wicked, man. I can see her doing that. She's kind of a slut."

"She is not. You don't even know her!"

"And you do?"

"I know her more than you."

"Yeah, right. You wish, man!"

"I heard she gave a guy head one time."

"She gave a guy head? Like, for real?"

"Of course for real! What do you think, she just pretended?"

"What happened?"

"I just heard she gave a guy head, that's all."

"It's bullshit then, unless there are details."

"Maybe Dylan would know."

"Where the hell is he anyway?"

"Still trying to find his dick so he can beat off, I bet."

"Come on. It can't be that small, if Tracy was rubbing it in the pool."

"Supposedly."

"Yeah. Supposedly."

"I don't think Dylan would lie about that. He's not like that."

"Yeah, he's not a bullshitter, like you guys are."

"Well if Tracy Carey really did rub Dylan's cock in the swimming pool, then she probably went down on a guy too."

"Yeah, she probably let him come in her mouth, and everything."

"Yeah, and she probably swallowed it too."

"She probably loved it."

We had reduced this poor girl to the status of a hard-core skank all of the sudden, for no other reason than that we wished the story were true. By this time we all had hard-ons I'm sure, and I'm sure the other two guys were stroking theirs in their sleeping bags as furiously as I was stroking mine. Tracy Carey was hot.

"She's got awesome lips," Mike said.

"I seen her eating a popsicle one time. Man that was hot! She was all over it, like it was a cock or something."

"I'd give anything to be that popsicle."

"Yeah. She definitely sucks dick."

"What are you guys talking about?" Dylan asked. He had crept so quietly down the stairs, we hadn't even heard him.

"Tracy Carey. Rick was just saying he heard she sucked some guy's dick one time."

"And we heard that she rubbed your cock in the swimming pool. Is that true?"

"I don't know," Dylan said, crawling back into his sleeping bag. "If she did, it was an accident. It sure felt good though."

"I heard she was practically jerking you off in the swimming pool," Mike added. "There was come in the water and everything, and they had to close the pool down for the day while they cleaned it out."

"Where the hell did you hear that? Nobody said that!?"

"Some dude said it."

"Some dude?"

"Yeah right, fuck. You're full of it."

"Did Tracy Carey really give a guy head?"

Dylan thought about it for a moment and then answered, "I heard she let a guy feel her up down her pants, but that's it. Some grade-tenner. She's only in grade eight."

"Ah, that's boring. Didn't anyone get head from her?"

"Boring? You wish you could feel her up down her pants, you asshole!"

"I guess so, but it's still more exciting to get head from a chick."

"Feeling a chick up is just as exciting," Dylan said. "You just don't get to come."

"How would you know? Have you ever felt a chick up?"

"Sure," Dylan said with complete confidence. "I got my finger right in a chick's pussy for like a whole minute one time. She was just laying in bed and I walked in and started feeling up her ass. She was all, 'ooh, that feels nice!' and so I reached my hands into her pajama bottoms and started feeling up her pretty little ass directly. So then she was all squirming and panting and all excited, so I just reached all the way around between her legs and slid my finger into her pussy. She was going nuts over it. It was awesome!"

"Who was it?"

"When did this happen?"

"It was no one you know. Just, uh, just this chick I met."

Dylan's story sounded true enough, with all the graphic details, but when he failed to give a name we became sceptical. As if you'd forget the name of a chick you'd felt up with your own hands. Still he wasn't the type to lie about stuff like that though. We just laid there stroking our cocks while he recounted the tale.

"So did you fuck her?"

"No way, man! Her mom and dad were right in the next room."

"Was she tight?"

"She was tight, and hot, and dripping wet. I could feel it squeezing my finger and everything. I had to wash my hands after."

"Was it stinky?"

"I don't know," Dylan said. "It just smelled like pussy."

As if any of us actually knew what that smelled like.

"So you didn't fuck her? Did she feel you up at least?"

"Nah. I didn't even kiss her. I was worried her parents would catch me so I booked it out of there after like only a minute of feeling her up."

Now the story really sounded true.

"How far have you gotten with a chick, Dylan?"

"I got my cock inside a chick for like thirty seconds once," Mike said.

"I wasn't asking you, Mike. I was asking Dylan."

"Besides, as if that's true anyway."

"It is true! I swear!"

"You always swear, Mike. You're full of shit, though."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Fuck you!"

"Let's hear some details, if it's true."

"Well," Mike began. "There was this chick in our old neighbourhood, before I moved over here, and she used to let guys dry hump her for like a dollar each. So anyway, one time I had like five bucks from my birthday money, and I asked her if I could rub my cock against her pussy for real, for five bucks. She said 'Sure!', and so we got our pants down and I was all rubbing my dick against her pussy. Man it felt good. It was worth every penny."

"Was there any hair on it?"

"A little bit. She was only twelve."

"She sounds like kind of a ho."

"She was a ho, I swear. She's probably fucking guys for bus fare by now."

"Does your mom know her?"

"I don't think so, she was- Hey! Fuck you, man! My mom's not a fuckin' ho!"

"What kind of a ho is she then? A blowing ho?"

Me and Dylan burst out laughing at this and Rick shushed us once again.

"So what happened? When did you get it in her?"

"My mom's not a ho, you bastards."

"Just tell the story. We were just fucking kidding."

"Anyway, I was all rubbing it up and down her slit and we were like pretending to fuck for real and after awhile she was like, 'do you want to put it in?' so of course I said yeah, and the next thing you know I was poking it inside her. Well trying to anyway. I couldn't even find her hole at first."

"Maybe if you'd had the Hubble Microscope."

"Yeah. Those black holes can be hard to find."

"Shut up and let me finish."

"Sorry."

"Anyway. So I had to spit on my fingers and rub it all over my cock, and then I was finally able to get it in her. Man it was hot! She was all 'Ow! Shit that hurts! Take it out, take it out!' but I was like, 'No way, man!' I got it all the way in and she was trying to fight me off of her, but it felt so good I didn't want to stop."

"So did you come?"

"No. I didn't even move it in and out of her. I just got it in her, and she was freaking out. Finally she told me she would tell her dad if I didn't get off of her, so I did."

"So what was her name?"

"I don't know. Mary or something."

"'Mary or something'?"

"You're so full of shit, man!"

"Where did it happen?"

"In the back seat of her parents mini-van - it was in the garage, so it was a pretty good hiding place."

"I still say it's bullshit. Nobody lets guys fuck her for a dollar."

"Five dollars."

"Whatever. It's still a load of crap!"

I don't know if it was crap or not, but my hard-on was almost ripping through my sleeping back just imagining it.

"Some chicks are weird like that I guess," Mike said.

"She was probably ugly, or retarded or something."

"You sick bastard! You fucked a retarded chick!?"

"She was not retarded, and she wasn't ugly either! She was just easy, that's all. I think her family was on welfare or something and she needed the money."

"That sounds logical. Still I think you'd have to pay $50 before anyone would fuck you, Mike."

"Yeah, well, uh. Shut up." Mike replied.

"Ooh, now there's a stinging comeback if I ever heard one."

"How will I ever recover? The trauma! The anguish!"

"You guys are losers! Just because you never got into a chick's pants!"

"Dylan did."

"Yeah, Dylan. You were supposed to tell us how far you got with a chick."

Dylan was silent.

"Dylan?" I asked. He didn't answer. I felt over by his sleeping bag, and discovered he was gone again.

"He's not even here! I didn't even notice him leave."

"Gone to jerk off again," I suppose. "He even snuck out this time. Mike's story was too much for him."

"It really happened," Mike said. "I swear."

"Yeah, just like the time I really, really fucked Mandy Merasty. She was all over me, sucking my cock like a low-track ho until I came all over her fuckin' face!"

"Like you could ever fuck Mandy Merasty!" Mike said.

"Like you could ever fuck a retarded chick!" Rick laughed.

I laughed too. It was mean, but it sure was funny.

"What's the furthest you've ever gotten with a chick, if you're such an expert?"

"Ah, I got head once," Ricky bragged.

"Sure you did," Mike answered. "I suppose you're the guy Tracy Carey went down on."

"No. Not Tracy Carey. Mallory Hayes."

He threw the name out so fast, and with such assurance, that it had to be true. I stroked my dick a little faster.

"What happened with Mallory Hayes?" I asked.

"Truth or dare, with the optional sexual consequence for chickening-out or lying."

"Sexual consequence?" Mike asked. I was curious too.

"Yeah. A bunch of us were playing truth or dare where if you didn't go through with it, or if you were caught in a lie, you had to put out somehow. Anyway, I dared Mallory to show us all her pussy. She'd already shown us all her tits by then, and they were damn sweet too! She chickened-out at showing us her snatch though, so they made her perform a sex act on me for one minute as punishment. Naturally I asked to fuck her, but she refused, so I asked for some head instead. We went into another room and she gave me head - lickety-split."

"Was she any good?"

"How long did it last?"

"It lasted about thirty seconds. I came in her mouth and she just about puked. It was hilarious. She almost beat the crap out of me, but she wasn't really mad. She said she flunked the dare on purpose just so she could get alone with me. Man, she was hot!"

"Lucky bastard!" I muttered. Mike agreed.

"Who's a lucky bastard?" Dylan asked. Once again he came back quiet as a mouse.

"Rick. He got head from Mallory Hayes."

"He came in her mouth and everything."

"Is this that Truth or Dare story?" Dylan asked. "That's a bullshit story. I asked Mallory about it myself."

"Well it's not like she would admit it!"

"Maybe she was embarrassed."

"Nah, she sucks all kinds of dick, just not Ricky's, not that time,"

"She sucks all kinds of dick?" Ricky asked excitedly.

"Of course, and if you'd really gotten head from her, you'd know that."

Dylan burnt him pretty bad with that one. He shut up after that.

"Have you ever gotten head from her, Dylan?" I asked.

"From Mallory? No. She's just a friend. I did get head from this one chick one time though."

"Who?" I asked.

"The same girl I felt up," he said. "The one I was telling you about before."

"Yeah, right," Mike said. "That story just keeps getting better, doesn't it? And you guys say I'm full of shit."

"That's because you are full of shit, Mikey," Rick said.

"You're just jealous, Mike," I told him.

"What happened, Dylan?"

"Well I went back again, after the first time, and she was still awake. I waited for a while, hoping her parents would fall asleep, you know, so I could get more out of her. Anyway, when I went back the second time I really did get a kiss out of her. The next thing you know I was feeling her up again, and she was all moaning and squirming around on her bed. So then she starts feeling me up and the next thing you know I pull my dick out and push it in her face. She's all 'Ew! You want me to suck it?', and I was like, 'Well, if you want to', and she says, 'I'll do it if you keep fingering me. That feels so nice.' So I start fingering her again and she starts sucking my dick. It was so awesome. I just about came right there, but then her mom gets up to use the can out in the hall and I was like hiding in her closet before you could bat an eyelash. I yanked my cock out of her mouth so hard to run for it that her mouth made this big popping noise, like popping your finger out of a soda bottle or something. It was really gross. So anyway, her mom goes back to bed and I go back to her and stick my cock back in her mouth. She starts sucking on it right away and I'm like coming within twenty seconds, and get this, she took it in her mouth and swallowed the whole fucking thing."

"What, your dick?"

"No, the load, you idiot. The come!"

"Ah. Wow!"

"So then I left again. I wanted to fuck her, and I think she would have done it too, but I was scared shitless of her parents right next-door, so I just booked it out of there again."

"You gotta tell me this chick's name. I want a piece of that action someday," Ricky said.

"Me too," Mike agreed.

I was just quietly yanking my meat, too excited to say anything.

Dylan was tucked into the sleeping bag once again and for a while all three of us just lay there quietly pondering the adventures we might have someday, if we ever found a chick who was willing to go all the way with us. We were all thirteen years old though, going on fourteen, and the girls in our classes were still barely even old enough to be kissing boys, never mind fucking.

"I heard about this guy who slept with two chicks at once."

"Sure you did, Ricky," Dylan scoffed. "Is this another one of your tall tales?"

"You mean you just heard about it, or you actually know this guy?"

"Well I sort of know him, I mean, I know who he is - the mechanic who fixes my mom's car. We were over at the garage there, and my mom left me in the office while she ran to get some shopping done. Anyway, I heard these two guys talking and one of them said he banged two chicks at once."

The stories were getting thinner.

"Anybody can make up stories like that though, especially some loser mechanic. How do you know it's really true?"

"I don't know. It sounded pretty true."

"Ah, people believe what they want to believe. You can tell a horny guy anything and he'll believe you, as long as it's an exciting story, as long as he wishes it was true."

"I guess so," I said.

"Chicks too. They'll believe anything. They're worse I think. Did you ever see these shows on TV that chicks watch? They're so full of baloney, but women eat that shit up because deep down inside they want to believe it. They want to believe that there's some millionaire bachelor out there somewhere waiting to sweep them off their feet."

"Yeah, it makes sense. Maybe that's why there's so much bullshit in the world."

"Maybe. No one ever went broke underestimating the stupidity in the world, my dad says. He's a salesman too, so I guess he'd know."

"Someone who's a good bullshitter must get laid a lot," Mike commented.

"Probably. There's no shortage of stupid girls in the world, willing to put out for a good-looking guy with a smooth line or two."

"Or a fast car, like Toby Alinder. He gets more tail than he can keep track of."

"Supposedly."

"Yeah, I guess. Supposedly. He's as dumb as a bag of hammers."

"Maybe you're just jealous."

"Maybe. I wish I could get more pussy than I could keep track of, supposedly."

"How come we never seem to get anything though? I mean here we are telling these stories, but half the time it's just bullshit. Why can't we get some real action if there are so many stupid air-head bimbos in the world, ready to believe any bullshit you tell them and jump in the sack with you?"

"Not to worry, Freddy" Dylan said. "We'll get ours one day. We've got Brittany and Christina, and every other skanky ho on TV in our corner."

"What do you mean?"

"Well these chicks are teaching girls all over the world that it's okay to be a ho, it's okay to put out, and sleep around, and be way too sexy for your own good, and chicks are eating that shit up like there's no tomorrow. They say the average age a girl loses her virginity is like fourteen or something now. It used to be seventeen a few years back. We've only got to wait one more year."

"Cool!" we all said together.

Once again, it was kid logic, not exactly air-tight, but we wanted to believe it, so it was true for us.

"How do you know so much about all this stuff, Dylan?" I asked.

"Yeah? You seem to know so much. You should have been laid by now."

"My dad's a guidance counsellor at Jefferson High. He deals with this shit all the time, and he comes home and complains to my mom about it. Little Miss So n' so is knocked up again. Miss Prissy-Pants went and got herself a case of the clap. Johnny What's-his-name got caught screwing his girlfriend in a bathroom stall at school. All kinds of shit like that. He goes on and on about how kids are starting being sexually active so early these days, compared to when he was young. He says it's society that's doing it - the music, the movies, the magazines, bombarding young people with more sex in one week than he'd seen his entire life as a teenager. Then he starts quoting statistics and shit like that. I don't know if all that's true or not. All I know he's right about girls being curious about sex, and a lot easier than they used to be."

"How do you know?"

"Cause I experienced it. I felt a chick up and got head, remember?"

"But you haven't gone all the way?"

"Not yet. I will soon though. I can already picture myself sliding into that hot little pussy, fucking her for all she's worth and coming all over her fuckin' face. Man, that would be sweet!"

"You're telling me."

Mike was breathing rapidly. You could tell he was jerking off over there, but nobody said anything. We were all doing it. Who were we to pick on him?

"I gotta drain my lizard again," Dylan said. "Too much pop."

He got up and left and we just laid there silently, pondering over of all the things we'd talked about that night, and hoping Dylan's dad was right about girls putting out more these days. I couldn't wait.

Time passed. Songs played through on the radio, and still there was no sign of Dylan.

"I'm gonna go see what's keeping him," Mike said. "I gotta piss too."

The couch squeaked as he got up, and then he tip-toed up the stairs.

"Do you think that's true, what Dylan was saying?" I asked Ricky.

"I think so. My sister sure seems to be into all that sexy shit, wearing make-up, dressing in skimpy clothes, chatting sexy with guys on the internet and shit. She even got busted emailing nude pictures to a guy last week."

"What!?" I said.

"Well they weren't pictures of her. She downloaded them from a porn site, saying that they were her - tits and ass and everything. She's been grounded for a week already, since my mom caught her. She hasn't seen any of her friends, or chatted on the computer with any of her thirty different boyfriends. She's going nuts."

"After only a week? It's not like she was jailed or tortured or something."

"It might as well be, for her, but what's my mom gonna do? She can barely control her as it is."

"Your sister doesn't need to lie about her looks, she's pretty hot."

"I guess she was just doing it for privacy's sake. My mom actually took it easy on her because she didn't send out pictures that were really her. She said the next thing you know Pam would have a stalker on her ass and turn up raped and murdered somewhere."

"That would suck," I said.

"Yeah," Ricky added.

"Where the hell are those guys, anyway?" I asked.

That was one Mike came flying down the stairs in a major fucking hurry.

"You guys," he whispered excitedly. "You'll never believe this! Dylan is upstairs in bed with Pam! He's actually fucking her!"

"Bullshit!" Ricky said, somewhat annoyed now at the gall Mike had in stretching his tall tales.

"Don't believe me, then. I don't care. I'm going back upstairs to watch."

Rick and I paused a moment, while the notion of it sunk in.

"Holy fuck!" we said together, and then scrambled up the stairs to see this for ourselves.

We got up to the main floor, and then turned and headed up the stairs to the second floor. The house was dark and completely quiet. When we got to the top of the stairs Mike met us, gesturing with his fingers for us to be absolutely quiet. He didn't even say 'shh'. Then he led us to Pam's bedroom door and pointed at it for us to take a peek. I stepped up first.

The first thing I noticed was heavy breathing, as though someone were trying to secretly lift weights or something. The second thing I noticed was the smell of sex. I'd never smelled that smell before, but it was ripe and distinctive. I knew it could only be one thing - well-fucked pussy. I leaned in and peeked.

All I saw was two knees on either side of a naked ass, lit by the red glow of a clock radio on the bedside table. The ass was moving, ever-so-quietly and carefully, and there were faint sloshing sounds, wet sticky fuck noises coming from the apparent connection of their privates. My eyes widened. It was really true!

I only saw it for a moment though, before Ricky pushed me out of the way so he could look. Then Mike stooped down and peeked in from below Ricky's vantage point. I managed to worm my way in there too and Ricky made an annoyed little grunt at being jostled to one side by me. The couple on the bed froze completely at the sound of it, terror-stricken that they'd been caught.

Dylan's head turned slowly around and Pam's head lifted from the pillow behind him. They saw three pairs of eyes peering in at them from the faint light streaming in from the bedroom window. Dylan frantically gestured for us to get the fuck out of there, but none of us moved. We were completely transfixed, like zombies. We wouldn't go away. Dylan was actually fucking Ricky's sister!

Dylan waved us away again, and Pam hid her face in her hands, embarrassed at being caught by her little brother and his friends. We still didn't move. Being the horny little bastard he was, Dylan simply resumed fucking and went back to kissing her. She whispered something to him, and he whispered back. Then he got off of her and tip-toed over to us.

"Pam says if you're not gonna go away, at least get inside here and shut the door, or we're all gonna get busted, and for god's sake keep it quiet."

Pam was apparently a pretty cool chick.

We all shuffled in and closed the door behind us, standing against the wall and watching. Dylan grinned at us and climbed back in bed with Pam. She covered her face, mortally embarrassed, but made no attempt to stop when he climbed between her legs again and got himself poked back inside her. She spread wide for him and let him take her, but would not remove her hands from her face when he tried to kiss her again. I couldn't believe it was really happening. Dylan was actually inside a real live girl. And right in front of us too! It must have been totally awesome. Eventually, after a few minutes of stroking, her hands dropped from her face and grabbed his body again. She was apparently trying to ignore the fact that we were all standing there watching. Her legs parted wider, and then began squirming around beneath him. We saw his ass bounce up and down, slowly and carefully, as he plunged himself in and out of her. We heard their excited panting and smelled the scent of their fucking. It was making me dizzy, like a drug in the air, thick and inescapable.

"So it was Pam he was talking about all along," Mike whispered. "All those stories he was telling whenever he came back from the bathroom. It's so obvious now. His tall tales were actually true."

"Well d'uh!" I whispered back.

"Shh," Ricky said.

I found it amazing that he was standing there watching his own sister getting fucked. I don't have a sister, but I imagine that would be pretty weird.

Dylan was lasting a very long time. I couldn't believe it. If it was me I would have come seventeen times by now. Maybe he had already. I had no idea. She sure sounded wet and sloppy down there.

It was then that I noticed Mike had his cock out and was jerking off right in front of us. For a moment I found that kind of sick, but I quickly realized that it was relatively normal, considering the circumstances. We were all standing there watching a live sex act right before our very eyes.

"Sorry, guys," he whispered. "I gotta."

I looked back up at Dylan and Pam and realized that Dylan was near coming. His whole body had stiffened up and his breathing had ceased. If he wasn't coming right then, he was trying really hard not to. Pam was quietly whimpering 'Oh, oh, oh!' and grinding hard against him. Try as he might to resist her female charms, he could not, and suddenly he gave a few vigorous thrusts and let go of his load. We couldn't actually see it, and only they could feel it, but there was no doubt he was spurting off deep inside her. It looked so damn sexy my legs were shaking beneath me. I couldn't stand it any longer myself. I wasn't gonna stand there jerking off like Mike was though. I decided to try and get some of the action myself.

I stepped toward the bed. Rick grabbed my arm but I shook him off. I got to the bedside and pulled my cock out. Dylan looked over at me, panting and sweating in the dim red glow of the clock radio, and I pointed at Pam and then at my cock.

As though reading my mind, he simply slid Pam over toward the bedside where I stood, and she hung her head over the edge, right level with my nut-sack.

"Lick his balls," Dylan whispered to her, and resumed fucking her, slow, steady, and deep, cautiously stirring himself around in his own orgasm, shivering and flinching with every move she made.

"Nuh-uh," she said, turning her face away. "What am I, some kind of whore?"

My heart sank. I was moments away from giving up and backing away, but Dylan took her hand and places it on my dick. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and gave it a hesitantly appreciative squeeze. I sighed gratefully and gyrated my cock in her hand a bit, begging her for more.

"Feel that?" he said. "Nice hard cock. He's all hard for you, Pam. You know you wanna. Just do it. Freddy's cool."

Pam thought a moment more, and then sighed long and loud.

"Fine," she said in a hot whisper. "But if you say anything!"

"I'll never tell a soul! I swear on my life!"

All the while she was still stroking my cock, and it felt astonishingly beautiful. I was trying not to sound like I was begging, but it was pretty obvious she had me in the palm of her hand, literally and otherwise. She stroked me a bit more, and then whimpered beneath me as Dylan bumped himself hard and deep inside her again.

"Okay," she said, breathing so hard I could feel it on my dick. "Okay, I'll do it, but you better swear-"

Dylan hit her again and she list her train of thought again.

"I swear!"

"Come here then..." she said, pulling me by my cock toward her, and opening her mouth invitingly. I took that as my cue. I tugged my shorts down to my knees and dropped my balls down onto her mouth. Her mouth closed carefully around my bag and I could suddenly feel her hot wet tongue swirling sweetly around my nuts. I gasped out loud and closed my eyes. It was more pleasure than I'd ever felt in my life.

Dylan kept right on fucking her however, insatiably milking this opportunity for all it was worth. I was struggling with all my might to keep from moaning out loud, and I couldn't imagine how Dylan could keep quiet, fucking deep inside her sweet little pussy. I would have been screaming.

To scream would be to wake their parents of course, and that would end the ecstasy. It was not really all that hard to keep quiet when you thought about it that way.

Her mouth continued on my balls and Dylan continued in and out of her pussy. Her hand reached up and bent my cock downward and all of the sudden I found myself inside her hot slippery mouth. She was sucking my cock. It was totally insane how good it felt. I probably would have had a heart attack if I wasn't so young and strong.

I'd be lying if I told you I lasted all night or something stupid like that. I was already horny from the stories, from the sight of the two of them fucking, and of course from the nice tongue action I'd gotten on my balls. Once I'd gotten my cock in her hot sucking mouth, it was only about two or three winding swirls of her tongue and about fifteen seconds of slow sweet mouth stroking on me before I was spurting off with a demented gasp up at the ceiling. It was just too fucking intensely sweet! I held her face in my hands and emptied my nuts into her mouth. She took it, without hesitation and kept sucking and slurping me with her tongue until I was finished. It was my first ever orgasm with a girl, and it was more beautiful than I'd ever imagined.

When it was over she pulled her mouth off my cock and I heard her swallow my load. I literally heard her, taking it down with an audible gulping and an exhausted sigh. That's when I noticed Mike was beside me, and she was jerking his cock with her hand as well. The only one of us left out now was her brother, the poor bastard.

Pam pushed Dylan off of her, and began wiping away the come from her oozing privates with what I imagined was her underwear. I couldn't tell though in the dark. When she was done, she pulled me down on top of her, and before I knew it I was being guided inside her by her eagerly trembling hands.

"I want some more," she whispered in the dark. Her fingers on my cock found her hole and she pulled at him hip to draw me inside her. I took that as my cue and pushed forward. The head of me slid inside with almost no resistance at all. I gasped and she cooed.

"It's in! It's in! It's in!" I babbled. I could feel her wetness closing around me and I pushed forward a little more. She pulled on my hip and suddenly I was securely inside her, about two inches in.

"There it is. Nice..." she said. Her breathing was all shaky and her hands were trembling. I pushed forward and felt more pussy surround me, soaking wet and creamy and hot.

"Oh my god," I stammered out.

"Push," she said. "Put it all in."

"He's never done this before," Dylan told her. "You might have to help him."

"Sweet!" she replied. "Score one cherry for me." And she suddenly bucked hard against me, gulping me down to the very bottom of her in one swift motion. I almost laughed out loud it felt so good. I gave her a few good in and out thrusts and she encouraged me with sweet caresses and shaky little whispers.

"There. That's it. Just keep doing that. It feels good, doesn't it?"

I tried to get fancy though, already showing off a bit, and when I went to pull all the way out for one long full stroke, it slipped out and stroked up across her belly.

"Oops," she giggled, and I blushed hot in the dark.

I tried to get it back in two or three times before she finally cranked her legs straight back, up and away, and opened her crotch up fully to my access. It went in this time and sank down to the very bottom of her wet little pussy in one stroke. She was sopping, soaked with Dylan's load(s), but I couldn't have cared less. I began fucking her, my first fuck, and I was loving it, sloppy seconds or not.

I began stroking in and out of her, as Dylan had been, and I suddenly realized what the big deal about sex was. Her pussy was tight and hot and slippery wet. It seemed to be squeezing me, and sucking on me with a will of its own. Her pelvis moved around underneath me, and all I could do was keep pumping mindlessly in and out of her, feeling every little texture and motion as our privates caressed each other in the most intimate way. I'd only reached puberty about eighteen months before that, but I seemed to be man enough for her, judging by the way she was moving beneath me. It was beautiful. I fell onto her, kissing her all over her tits, her neck, her face, her ears. She wouldn't let me kiss her mouth though. When I got near it, I could smell booze on her breath, and come. It was a weird combination. Apparently she was a little bit loaded, not sloshed or anything, but just feeling good. She could still speak without slurring, and she wasn't bungling around or giggling or anything, but she was loose enough to let two different guys fuck her at once. Where she'd gotten the booze from I had no idea, but I was thanking god she had. I wouldn't have been there if she wasn't a one or two sheets to the wind.

"How is he?" Dylan asked her.

"No complaints," Pam said, wriggling beneath me as I clumsily bumped myself into her body, stroking in and out of her snug feminine sheathe. It was then that I realized something else very important. Up until this moment I'd only ever had sex with girls in magazines. But the real beauty of sex I realized then, was the motion, the reaction, the animation, the heat, the softness, the energy, and responsiveness of the girl beneath you. It was so freakin' hot I was almost going insane, and here Pam wasn't even going all out. She was trying her best to be as quiet as she could. We all were. Only her bed creaked a little but that was barely audible in the silence of the night. The only other sound was our breathing. But fuck, how that girl could move! It was all I could to stay inside her while she wiggled and squirmed and ground and gyrated beneath me, conquering my erection with each advance I made, rather than me conquering her. I just held onto her hips and let her take me, loving every second of pleasure she gave me.

"Pretty fucking hot, huh?" Dylan whispered.

I just nodded vigorously, and kept stroking away.

Dylan was now standing where Mike had been, and Mike was standing there with his cock in Pam's hot little mouth. He was moaning somewhat loudly and we had to keep telling him to shut the hell up or he would get us all busted. He only lasted about twenty seconds or so though, so that was good.

I managed to fuck Pam for all of five minutes or so before I was coming deep inside her, adding my load to the mess that was already in her. It was far too exciting for my young mind to take and I couldn't hold out any longer. She reacted beautifully, let me tell you, bucking her pelvis upward into my throbbing ejaculation, and I bit into my own arm to keep from crying out in ecstasy. I hugged her hard and spurted everything I had out into her, and she took it eagerly, grinding hard against me as though she needed it more than I needed to give it to her. I finally knew what it was like to actually have sex with and come inside a real live girl—it was heavenly. No wonder men told stories like they did. No wonder sex was used to sell every imaginable product on earth. I'd only done it once and I was hooked for life. It hadn't even been very good relatively speaking—it was restrained and awkward and clumsy—but it was still the most wonderful experience of my life so far.

It wasn't over yet though.

She pushed me away and took Mike inside her. She got up this time on her hands and knees and Mike knelt behind her while Dylan knelt in front of her, gripping her head lovingly as she sucked away at his twitching manhood. I grabbed a hold of her breasts and began squeezing and kneading them in my trembling hands. I got up on the bed beside her as well and began rubbing my cock on her dangling tits as she swayed back and forth between the thrusts of her two lovers. Mike was really moaning now, spearing his cock in and out of Pam's meaty little cunt, and I outright smacked him this time. What a dickhead! Why couldn't he just shut the hell up?

"Sorry," he whimpered. "It just feels so good!"

But where the hell was poor Ricky through all of this?

I glanced over at him and saw him with his cock in his hand stroking wildly on it, leering enviously at us, his three best friends, enjoying the pleasures of a hot and responsive young woman who just happened to be his own sister. It must have been torture, not being able to join in.

Mike came very quickly, and collapsed quietly onto her bed with a shudder and a sigh. Dylan was still not finished in her mouth, so I jumped behind her and got myself back into her delicious little cunt once again. I had very little trouble getting it in this time. Her pussy was now well-fucked and relaxed, yawning loosely in front of me, awaiting my penetration. I got it back inside her and Mike rolled away to the foot of her bed, not wanting to be that close to my naked ass I guess.

I'd only taken a couple of strokes into her before she stopped me. She pulled off of my cock and flipped over onto her back, spreading her legs wantonly before me, with the flexibility her gymnastics training offered. I put it back in her, and she took Dylan back into her mouth, but this time she beckoned Mike over to her and pulled him onto her stomach. Then she took hold of his cock and I can only assume she pressed it between her tits. I couldn't see it with my own eyes, but unless she had a second vagina in her sternum, that was the only other option. At sixteen she had a good handful of boobs, more than enough cleavage to envelop a horny little teenaged cock like Mike's. Mike began fucking her tits, I was in her cunt, and Dylan was in her mouth. What a "friendly" girl she was, servicing us all so enthusiastically like that. I didn't like being that close to Mike's eagerly thrusting ass of course, but what the hell, sex was sex. I had to take what I could get.

Ricky was standing there beside us, jerking his dick in his hand, watching with wide open mouth. He looked tortured, like he so badly wanted to join in, but couldn't bring himself to do it. I got the idea that Dylan wanted to invite him to join us but even Dylan was keeping quiet about it. So poor Ricky just stood there jerking off, about an arm's length away from his naked sister, and her three eagerly thrusting lovers.

"Don't you dare come on me, you bastard," Mike said. Ricky's cock was aimed right at him, and if he went off right then it would definitely have hit him. That would have been fuckin' sick! I didn't want to see it, and I'm sure Rick himself didn't either.

When he was nearing completion, Rick rushed forward and grabbed the nearest part of her body he could find - her right leg, and he jerked himself off all over it, hugging and kissing her calf with his free hand as he did so. He had spared Mike the disgust of contacting his come, but now I was in danger of having it smeared across my hip. I know it sounds kind of petty for me to have been worried about such trivial things, in light of the situation. I was already fucking a pussy full of two guy's loads, and that didn't seem to bother me, but what can I say? There was little room for logical thought at the moment. I was a teenaged boy, and anything remotely homosexual was the ultimate terror. Luckily Pam tugged the sheet from her mattress and wiped the mess off her leg before any of it got on me.

Ricky, for whatever reason, hurried from the room as soon as his load was out. And that was the last we saw of him. Both him and Pam must have been mortally embarrassed, but they couldn't take back what had happened now. None of us mentioned the incident to him though, not even Mike.

Dylan came, then I came, then Mike came, spurting his load all over her neck, like some kind of hot stringy come necklace or something. Then we all switched places. Now Mike was in her mouth, I was speared between her wet slippery tits, and Dylan was fucking her sweet little pussy once again. She was wearing out by then, but we were more than eager to go all night.

"This is the last time you guys," she whimpered. "I can't do this anymore. It's killing me."

"Just one more after this," Mike said. "Please."

"Okay," she sighed. "One more."

Mike of course came first. Then Dylan came, creaming her pussy full of even more sloppy wet spunk, and I spurted out my own load a few moments later. I climbed off of her, and slumped down on the floor.

"Having fun, Pam?" Dylan asked.

That was a good question. I was wondering that myself. I had no idea why she was even doing all this with us. I'd known her for a couple of years now, and she'd never been anything by cool toward us at best. Now she was beyond hot, for no apparent reason, and she was fucking all three of us at once.

"I've been grounded for a week," she said. "You're the first boys I've seen in like way too long. I haven't gotten laid in like two weeks, and it's been driving me nuts. Plus I'm a little bit drunk. Snuck some vodka from daddy's cabinet when he was in the shower. Yummy."

"You've been a great sport," Dylan said. "Thanks so much for this. We really needed it."

"So did I," she replied. "But if any of you breathes a word of this to a single living soul, I'll cut your fucking nuts off with my bare hands."

"We understand. We won't say a word."

"I'm serious, you guys. You better not!"

"We won't talk," Mikey said. "We swear."

Uh-oh. Mikey swearing an oath like that wasn't worth the breath used to speak it. We said nothing to him about it though.

"Okay, one more time for each of you, then you gotta let me get cleaned up. My mom will kill us all if she catches me like this. Mikey, it's your turn."

Mike got on her and it went in with barely an effort. He inhaled deeply, revelling in the feel of it, and then he began fucking her. I took my place, fucking her sweet mouth, and Dylan got on her to get himself between her tits. Within minutes the three of us were coming again. Dylan took one last go at her pussy, while Mike and I collected our shorts and tried our best to get cleaned up and fan the smell out the window. The whole room stank like come now, and if her mom came in, even after we were gone, we would still have been busted. The smell was unmistakable, and Pammy was covered in it. Finally Dylan came, pulling out and streaming what was left of his come up across her belly with a happy little chuckle. The adventure was over.

"I can't believe I just fucked three guys," Pam slurred, her forearm thrown over her forehead melodramatically. "I'm fuckin' covered in come. My pussy is aching. My jaw is killing me. I can barely move my tongue. I feel like I got fucked by a whole fuckin' soccer team."

Her legs were writhing around on the bed and the three of us just stared in awe, still not entirely sure all of it had actually happened. It felt like a dream.

"I just fucked three guys at once," Pam said again, as though trying to convince herself. "Take that, mom, you fuckin' bitch!"

She had a strange way of rebelling, but as I said, none of us were about to complain about being used by her.

She sent Dylan to fetch a warm wet face cloth, and Ricky to get her some clean sheets. I ran to my coat to get her some gum, and fetch a glass of water from the kitchen. After about five minutes she was all freshened up and ready for sleep. We made a bit of noise cleaning up in a state of post-coital drunkenness, but we could hear their parents snoring lightly in the next room. We wrapped up the come-soaked sheets into a bundle and carried them down to the basement into the laundry room. Then we all got into our sleeping bags once again and were drifting happily off too sleep within minutes.

"Next time I'm fucking your mom," Dylan said, breaking the silence.

"Shut up, you sick bastard!" Ricky replied, but even he was laughing.

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