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  Samantha, teen slut
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by AKON MYRKEZ
akon@dcemail.com
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For Tom and Mike it was the last day of school before the winter
vacation. More then ever, school was boring since they had
nothing to do but sit around in class, while the teachers summed
up their grades.

It was break-time, but the teacher stayed in class. People came
in and out of the classroom, socializing, talking about two long
weeks of parties and having a good time. Suddenly, the two guys
saw Samantha standing outside, in front of the door. She probably
wanted to come in, to talk to one of her friends, but she acted
shyly, as if she didn't like that teacher still being there. Tom
and Mike went to speak to her: "Hey! What are you up to?" With
her eyes focused inside, she said "Nothing much. I just want to
talk to Rebecca. Doesn't your teacher ever leave the classroom?"
"Don't mind her... she won't even notice you're her" Tom told
Samantha in an assuring way. "Anyway, why is your face so red?"
Mike asked, gently brushing his hand against the girl's now fiery
cheek. "We're kind of having an end of semester celebration in
school. Some of my colleagues managed to sneak some booze."
Samantha answered almost whispering. Tom then said loudly, in a
mocking way, pinching her ass: "So, how much did you drink?"
"Keep your voice down, pleaseeee. I don't want everyone to know
about this" whispered Samantha, already embarrassed, obviously a
little tipsy. The teenage girl went to talk to her friend.

Samantha was not a very tall girl, but she had voluptuous body
and her face was definitely what you'd call "cute".  Her thighs
and butt-cheeks were deliciously shaped, not to talk about her
breasts: quite big, a little loose, jumping around at any of the
girl's movements, as if constantly asking for attention from
underneath her red sweater. She had long, straight, plentiful,
dark-auburn hair that draped freely down to the middle of her
back. Her deep black eyes emphasized the childish look of her
face, which had been pale, until had been reddened by the blood
coursing because of the alcohol. The girl was wearing a blue
jacket, the red sweater, a blue-jean colored skirt that didn't
actually reach her knees and some white semitransparent pantyhose
that covered the rest of her feet on that chilly day.

The period was almost over and Samantha wanted to leave, but Mike
grabbed her hand and asked her where she was going. She said she
was going home and then Tom had a somewhat brilliant idea: "Stay
at our class." The girl was quite amazed, tho reluctant. Mike
insisted: "Come on. What do you have to lose? Are you in a hurry
or something?" "Mike, your teacher will get mad at me!" "No, she
won't. Screw her! She doesn't even know what day it is..." The
teacher didn't seem to stop writing. Samantha agreed to stay and
she took a seat in the back of the classroom, between Tom and
Mike.

The three of them started talking. The guys didn't miss out a
chance touching Samantha's soft hands, of speaking intimately
into her ear, of putting their arms around her shoulders or of
"accidentally" brushing their elbows against her breasts. They
talked about music, movies, school-gossip, clubs and parties;
whatever. The girl seemed to be enjoying herself, as she was
constantly laughing and giggling. She liked being around the
guys. After all, Samantha was a ninth-grader and they were both
eleven-graders and that inspired her with a sort of coolness.

Then all of a sudden, in perfect synchronization, Tom and Mike
put their hands on the girl's legs. At first, she felt a chill
running from her legs, up to her spine, reaching her nipples and
making them erect. She smiled slightly as she asked: "What are
you doing, guys?" They didn't answer, but they continued to rub
her thighs, slowly moving from the knees towards Samantha's
pussy. She almost closed her eyes and she gasped, as she seemed
to be saying something inaudible - her lips were moving, but no
sound came out. Without any consideration for their classmates or
for the teacher, Tom and Mike were now playing with Samantha's
pussy through her silky, white panties. She involuntarily spread
her legs, little by little. The moisture of her panties was
getting noticeable. Samantha was still silently moving her lips,
until the words materialized: "Oh, my God.... I can't believe
I'm.... doing... this! Please, guys, please, stop. I don't... not
here, not now" The two boys approached her face, as to whisper
something in her ear, at the same time. Mike said: "Why? Don't
you like it, Samantha? Don't you like my fingers touching you?"
Tom said: "You don't actually want us to stop... You're just
saying that... Just sit back and enjoy". The guys slipped their
finger inside the girl's panties as they touched their lips
against Samantha's cheeks. Her heart was racing faster as the two
fingers were massaging her labia. She couldn't resist the
temptation, she couldn't say no. She was shaking and she was
breathing deeply and quickly. Of course, no one paid attention to
the three, considering the usual noise that overtook the class in
the last couple of school days.

In Samantha's mind, however, there was silence - pure silence and
pure pleasure. Her forehead and, actually, her entire body, were
sweaty. Her stomach was slowly convulsing as waves of excitement
rippled through it. Samantha's breasts were trembling as they
were engulfed by an inner-heat of higher and higher sexual
arousal.

Tom and Mike looked at each other, they nodded their heads and
both of them glided their fingers in the girl's pussy. Taken by
surprise, she felt as if she was about to explode. She let out
and "Ahhh!" that reached the spectacled teacher's ears; she
looked around for a second and then she went back to the papers.
Meanwhile, the boys went deeper in Samantha's vagina. She
struggled for air as the sticky fluid of pleasure was leaking out
of her.

Mike took out his finger and he slid it across Samantha's already
wet lips. Almost oblivious to the fact that she was tasting her
own juices, she sucked on her lips and she surrendered to the
orgasm that had been building up. It didn't take long for it to
happen - as she climaxed, she felt an explosion, a most intense
and pleasurable one. The boys were still stimulating her pussy,
with that maddening movement inside of it.

As the orgasm faded, she came back to her senses. Or, at least,
she thought she did. The bell rang - it was break time already.
She couldn't believe it - 50 minutes went by just like that. But
it wasn't the period the bell was ringing for. It was a fire
drill. All students were asked to gather in the schoolyard.
Samantha was confused, she was still tipsy from the little booze
she had, but mostly from that unprecedented fingering. The girl
stood up and she felt very dizzy as she did.
She and the two guys headed down the stairs, but instead of going
outside, they went into the bathroom. Tom locked the bathroom
door and he turned off the lights - it got quite dark in there.
Mike began kissing Samantha, while he was holding her hungrily in
his arms. Tom came from behind and cupped her beautifully large
breasts through her sweater. Mike did so as well. The guys,
bursting with desire, soon put their hands on Samantha's flesh,
still rubbing her tits. She couldn't focus anymore - the pleasure
was coming from allover her body - from her lips, from her
earlobes, from her pussy, from her rock-hard nipples. Unable to
withhold himself any longer, Tom lifted the girl's skirt, he
pulled her panties and her pantyhose to her knees and he
penetrated her with the throbbing dick he held in his hand. As
her hymen was being torn by the large cock, Samantha, barely
realizing what had just happened, screamed both in despair and in
pleasure. Mike was still enjoying the touch of her shaking lips.
Samantha's eyes were wrapped in tears - tears of a sharp, short
pain and of excitement. Tom grabbed her long, chestnut hair and
he nailed the girl to the cold wall. He hammered away into her
dripping-wet hot pussy and he pulled her hair with great strength
that caused her to cry out even harder. The boy grunted into her
ear: "Do you like it, ha? You want my big cock deep inside your
cunt, don't you?" She mumbled a kind of "Aha" as she could yet
feel Tom's palms grabbing and shearing her breasts. Feelings and
sensations that coursed through her teenage mind were a mix of
childish happiness, lust, greed, regret and fear. Mike watched
nervously, waiting for his turn at the girl. Samantha felt
another incoming orgasm - from underneath her skin, from between
her legs, from her toes and from under her fingernails, up her
arched back, just seconds away from blasting her brain.

The powerful and yet fine scent of lavender springing from
Samantha's hair took Tom over the edge. He pulled out and he
violently ejaculated his hot cum on the girl's butt-cheeks. She
was confused, disappointed with not having the orgasm she
expected, yet satisfied, contented, drunk with pleasure and
desire, knowing that Mike was going to fill her again in a
second. He removed her panties, her pantyhose and her sneakers,
leaving her barefooted on the floor. A few drops of light-red
blood were dripping from her pussy, but Mike wiped it with a
tissue. He gazed into Samantha's eyes and she slimly smiled,
excited about what, once again, was to come. Mike grabbed her by
the thighs and he wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted
her and pushed her back against the wall. He shoved his shaft
into her vagina gently, giving her time to adjust to the
pressure. Samantha put her hands around Mike's neck as he grabbed
her ass, sliding her up and down his moving cock, faster and
faster. The girl started moaning: "Don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck
me as hard as you can! Oh, my God! It feels so good!" The two of
them never lost eye contact. Samantha's sighs were getting deeper
and more erratic as the desired orgasm took over her. She felt
that wonderful flood of pleasure and release washing over her
mind and body. Mike turned his back against the wall and slowly
put the girl on the floor. Her feet were like rubber so she
dropped to her knees in an instant. Mike got his fingers caught
up in the girl's brown hair, delicately pressing her head, like
he was expecting a blowjob. At first, Samantha didn't even know
what to think or do. But reality kind of struck her, when Mike's
erect cock entered her lips. She was sickened by the idea and she
wanted to but an end to it. But the boy kept pushing, until his
member was half-way in. Now the damage was done and Samantha just
adjusted to the situation, which was actually more interesting
than she initially thought. She moved her tongue around the thick
shaft pulsating between her lips. Then, she started sliding her
mouth front and back, as she was softly touching Mike's testicles
with her small hand. More and more uninhibited and accustomed
became the girl's movements. Mike said, encouragingly: "You're so
good at it, baby. Suck it, Samantha! Suck it! Oh, it's awesome!"
The tongue, the lips, the fingertips, the tremendous amount of
spit involved and the girl's inexperienced moves made Mike
climax, without warning, deep in Samantha's mouth, in her neck,
beyond the "point-of-compulsory-swallow". Barely tasting the cum,
the girl swallowed. The guys helped her to get up and get
cleaned. She got dressed and she kissed them both on the cheeks,
saying, in a very juvenile manner, "Thank you both! Bye now!"
They responded  "See ya!" "Bye" still unable to believe
themselves what just happened.

The fire drill was over and everyone got back to class. Soon
afterwards, Samantha took a cab and she went home. She was
confused. On the one hand, it felt good, it was amazing; she felt
better than she had ever felt before; aroused, excited, sexually
satisfied. On the other hand, she felt embarrassed, in a sense
disappointed - she didn't imagine she would get deflowered in the
school bathroom; she didn't imagine it would be with two guys at
the same time; she felt slutty and that was a good reason for
feeling bad about what she did. However, memories of the guys'
hands massaging he pussy and her tits, of their cocks inside of
her, of doing something forbidden and risky, were, whether she
admitted it or not, very delighting. As she thought of the past
hour, she grinned slightly as she looked out of the cab window.

THE END.