“Bobby, Freddie called earlier and…”

I turned around, he saw I was naked and diverted his eyes. I started to reach for the towel but then I said ‘what the fuck’ and blew it off. My dad just saw me the same way the other day, except today I wasn’t trying to swallow Freddie’s cock. I did pick up the towel and worked to dry my hair a little better. I asked him what Freddie had left for a message and he said he was coming by in an hour, so essentially that meant any minute from now.

Dad started to leave, but then turned back and said, “It’s not really proper for you to stand there half dressed in front of me like that.”

“Dad, if I can’t trust you, the world would be a pretty scary place.” I knew he got my drift when he smiled in that special way that said he felt pretty good at being in the inner circle of trust.

It was shortly after that that Freddie showed up and came to my room. We messed around making out on my bed for a while until the subject of the other night came up. Freddie wanted to know if I’d been playing with myself while thinking about it.

“Well yeah. What do you think that was all about. I would feel horrible if you told me you hadn’t been yanking on yourself as well.”

I know it’s impossibly hard for guys to admit they jerk off, but I finally dragged it out of him when I told him I wouldn’t ever let him watch again if he hadn’t been enjoying himself. That got our next idea rolling.

“You mean you want to do that again? You know, I mean what you did in the shack with Henry?”

I got a little shy and admitted that it had been a fairly hot thing to do. After all, how could I not be enthused by knowing my new boyfriend had enjoyed himself secretly watching me give another boy a blowjob. Most girls have to fear getting caught cheating on their boyfriends, mine would probably only get mad if he was able to watch.

“If you didn’t mind and we both had fun, why not. It was just sex. You know I love sucking cock. And I loved knowing you were watching.” I added, “And when we went back to the shack afterwards, you really seemed to love that blowjob I gave you. Didn’t you?”

“Fuck yeah! That was the best head I ever got in my life. I couldn’t help but imagine what Henry had been thinking.”

“So… are you thinking about wanting to watch again?”

He put on a big smile and asked what I was thinking about. I didn’t really have anything in particular in mind, but it was so hot just knowing he wanted to watch me with another guy doing anything. I decided the first thing I should do is make sure he knew I was his girl and his alone as far as it came to love. Anything else was purely for the sake of hot sex.

We talked as we made out about many different scenarios. Freddie was hard as a rock the whole time and I was just about dripping. I wanted to give him a roaring blowjob as we talked, but with dad home he was way too scared still to even let me rub him through his pants. I couldn’t take it any longer and asked Freddie to accompany me to the shack. I figured the walk would give us a lot of time to discuss our nasty little thoughts and Freddie had to know what was in it for him.

As we passed the kitchen, dad asked where we were off to and I told him , “Out for a walk.” I guess I was too caught up in my own sexual thoughts to know that I had said it in some sort of a sexual way, because it asked Freddie to wait outside while he talked to me. I told him he could talk in front of Freddie, but he said I could tell him afterwards. Freddie was nice, and worried, and waited on the stoop.

“Are you headed for the shack by the railroad tracks?”

I was a little afraid to say yes, so I left it at not saying no. I knew one thing for sure though, he had heard rumors that for some dumb reason I thought would stay amongst the hot boys in my area. “Why are you asking that?”

“Because… I know that’s where a lot of you kids go to make out and I just wanted to tell you how dangerous it can be out there in the dark, with no one else around.”

Now I didn’t know if he had heard about me specifically, or just about kids in general. But either way, it was nice to let me know he cared about where I made out. As if! But I couldn’t help but come back with one of my usual lines that would tell him I knew more than he thought, but this time it might have been a little over the top.

“I was just taking Freddie out there to give him a little head, but I’ll get a couple extra guys to come along if that’ll make you feel better.” I hugged him as my real answer and started for the door before he could voice his shock. I didn’t beat him though.

“Smart ass! But seriously, I’d rather you be giving… that here… instead of out in the open like that. I know Freddie is probably worried about what I walked in on, but I know it takes two and I can’t believe he could force you into doing something like that if you didn‘t have a mind to do it on your own. You’re both of age, and it’s none of my business, but I will make sure to knock for now on whenever he’s around. Just show a little decorum in how you behave.”

As blown away as I was I couldn’t help but poke more fun at him. “Awesome! I’ll get the others guys then and we’ll all come back here.” I waited a very short second and added, “I’m know what you mean dad, and I know how hard it has to be for you to say, so I’ll talk to Freddie.” I headed out the door, turned back and rested my head against the door jamb as I stared at my father. “Thanks, I love ya.”

I told Freddie as we started walking about what dad had told me and he was blown away as much as I had been. That didn’t mean his fear dissipated instantly, but I knew he would relax in time. I couldn’t help but laugh a little every time I thought about what was going through his mind that day dad caught me sucking him off in my bedroom. That has got to be one of the horror stories of every boy growing up.

On our way to the shack, Freddie and I talked about what part of my ’session’ with Henry that we each liked the best. For him, he said it was the thrill of watching me act so naturally while getting prepared by Henry to give him head. Watching how I actually went about giving it to him was a close second.

It was a whole lot different for me obviously. I first had to confess to Freddie that because of the circumstances, I had sort of lost site that he was overseeing my cheating ways. Freddie’s take on that was that it probably made it seem better for both of the guys, and maybe even me as well. When he showed that something that big didn’t bother him, saying what I liked the most was pretty easy. I told him my main thrills were first getting my little girls felt up by a strange pair of hands, and secondly and as always, the feel of his cum as I swallowed it down because it was such a nasty act. And add that to the fact that the guy I love most in the world was watching me do it would get me wet every time I thought about it.

One thing was sure; Freddie loved watching me getting it on with another guy and didn’t show a bit of jealousy. A girl can’t ask for a better world than that. I got to have my favorite kind of sex with one guy, and it turned on my favorite guy so much it afforded me a second round of fabulous sex. One thing was for sure; I was going to have to make sure Freddie got something really good in return.

I happened to mention to Freddie that the first night we met could have been so much different if I knew then what I knew now. When he asked what I meant, I told him about a guy that had been hitting on me even as I was checking him out. I confessed that the guy seemed good enough to be a sex partner, but that I had him in my sights as perspective boyfriend material. So much for proving my ability to judge people.

The guy kept trying to get me to go into the basement of the house we had been parting at. I didn’t normally attend parties because I knew I was getting a reputation for being easy, but unlike most girls it wasn’t for spreading my legs. Even Freddie had gotten wind of my activities before he had met me. Thankfully, it turned out that as far as he was told, I was gaining a reputation because of how good I was at giving guys head, not so much for being easy.

Freddie actually apologized for coming in between me getting any that night. I laughed at the thought and was pleased with how it had worked out. And to think, I didn’t even get into Freddie’s pants that night. He asked me that now that I knew how he felt about my sexual promiscuity, what would I have done that night. I could see he was getting turned on by the mere thought of how it might have been different, so I helped along his fantasy.

“I probably would have gone up to you, whispered in your ear to hide someplace like a closet, and then finagled the guy into position so you could watch me suck him off.”

I rubbed Freddie’s inside thigh as his eyes glowed so I could run my hand over his prick. He seemed to have a steel bar in his pants at my description. I was so very certain now that Freddie was just as sexually deviant as I was because he was relishing the idea of me doing nasty things with boys every bit as much as I was. While I rubbed his hardon through his pants a little as we approached the shack, I asked him what he would want me to do if some guy hit on me at a party now that we were together and he instantly told me to have a little fun. I asked him what he would feel like if I didn’t have time to let him know about it. He told me to have as much fun as possible and I could tell him about it later. God, I had lucked out so well in finding this guy.

We got to the shack and went on in. There were so many holes in the walls that it was almost as light from the moon inside the shack as outside. I was ready to ravage my guy and wrapped my arms around him to wait for the typical ‘feeling of the tits’. I loved this attack posture because it left my chest fully exposed and the guys’ hands in the perfect spot to slip them under whatever top I had on. And it didn’t take him long to start fingering my nipples through my shirt. I had to teach him that a girl prefers for the guy to slip his hands right under her bra if she was going to let him cop a feel. Otherwise, she would end up with greasy fingerprints right over her nipples that were impossible to come up with a plausible story to cover. Freddie seemed to really love getting inside female information like that.

It didn’t take him long to push my shirt and bra over my head leaving me exposed to the elements. While he let one hand and his lips slobber over my air hardened nipples and tits, his other hand went over my vulva. I loved the way he would roughly rub against it while lifting his middle fingers even harder to try to part my lips enough to hit my clit full on. When it came to feeling me up, it was like he was the teacher of all teens. The wonderful feeling girls would receive at the hands of their boyfriends would be so clumsy, but whenever they got something right, it was worth all the fumbling around. It was like Freddie had shown all the boys the right way to do it, but it was so much fun waiting for them to learn the correct procedure to make a girls pants melt off. And Freddie was about to melt my pants off me in just seconds.

One thing Freddie really understood well was that I would almost go into a trance when a guy would pay enough tender attention to my flat little chest. I sure didn’t have much at all to offer a guy, but that didn’t mean they weren’t just as sensitive to a boy’s touch as any other girls might be. Even the base of my boobs that barely protruded from my chest was fully developed when it came to touch. I would go wild when Freddie would trace his fingers around the outside of the hardly visible bulges that indicated where they were supposed to be growing. And when he started to nibble those bulges right near the bottom edge, it was like fireworks going off in my mind.

I was just about to pounce on Freddie and rip his clothes off when we heard, “Well look it here. To queer fellas are getting it on.”

We both turned at being startled and I covered my extremely hard nipples from the strangers eyes. There were two men standing in the doorway watching us. Freddie demanded them to get out and got laughed at. The first one in the doorway had a surprised look on his face, came up to me, and pushed my hands off to the side and pinned them against the wall.

Looking down at my chest he said, “Well damn, I got that wrong. He ain’t a fag, this one’s a girl… or at least looks like one.” He held my body in place as he ran one of his hands over my crotch and proclaimed, “Yep, this one’s a girl. Where’s your tits at honey? He didn’t rub them off you did he?”

I had been too surprised to react much, but I fought to get released from his hold on my wrists. Freddie was demanding the guy to leave me alone, but the second guy stopped him from approaching us. The guy forced my hands hard against the wall and leaned down to lick at my chest and nipples. He bit them fairly hard and I twisted to get away from him. It was clear he was getting off on molesting me in front of my boyfriend and was decidedly pleased that he couldn’t do a thing to stop him.

While the one guy by the door was stopping Freddie from helping me, the guy that was pinning me to the wall continued feeling me up. Somehow I got the message that he was screwing more with my boyfriend then he was with me. I guess he was getting off on emasculating Freddie simply because of his size. When I came to the conclusion that this man wasn’t going to rape me, I told Freddie to calm down. I guess that brought them back to reality because he started asking me about where my pot was at. I told him that I had none because I had only smoked a few times in my life. Both men started going through our pockets to see for themselves.

The men got really pissed that we didn’t have any drugs for them and took one more swipe at Freddie’s manhood before leaving. The first guy made fun of my lack of tits. He twisted my nipples, and held me out in front of him to display me to his friend. I tried getting away rom his grip, but they were a lot bigger than either of us. The friend reached out and tweaked my nipples, and tugged on the skin around them as if to look for the fat that made up most girls’ tits. I stayed defiant, but not so much that they would take it out of Freddie. And then after a huge threat to our lives they left.

We watched the men as they walked down the tracks to town and Freddie apologized profusely for not being able to stop them. I looked at him like he was nuts.

“I’m with you because of how smart you are, not how dumb. And because we share the same ideas on sex. But I was glad you didn’t do anything stupid. You just would have gotten beaten up. If he started to rape me, then I would have expected more, but not just because he was giving me nipple twisters.” I tried to make it clear what I meant because he looked very confused. “What would you have done if I cried for help with Henry?”

“I would have come in to stop him.”

“Right, because that’s a fight you could have won. If you fought with these guys, they would have beaten you unconscious, and then probably would have raped me. You gave a measured response to what was really going on.”

After I had him convinced that not only did I not think he wimped out on me, but I thought he did the right thing to wait. We started talking about how things like this might come up again if we kept playing our new game together. Freddie was a little surprised when I mentioned that I wanted to continue, but those guys really only copped a feel of me, which wasn’t far from what the game was all about anyway.

Strangely enough, I was all ready to finish what the two men had started, but Freddie was less than enthralled at the possibility that they might come back. I finally talked him into coming back to my house. Dad was passed out in front of the TV so we snuck back to my room and shut the door real quietly. We got right down to making out hot and heavy, and soon Freddie had me stripped down and splayed on the bed.

I had read something about a girl’s G-spot and asked Freddie what he knew about it. He told me he knew where it was, but that getting to it would almost surely pop my hymen. He showed me on the outside where it was and I had to marvel at his knowledge. I’d been a girl for nineteen years and didn’t have a clue, yet he knew where it was and what to do with it. After that he went on to show me that he even knew the names of the actual female body parts which again, I had no knowledge of myself. The way he introduced me to my own parts was even better.

Freddie began by gently nibbling away at each side of what I had always referred to as my lips. Their real name was labia majora, meaning large lips. It made sense and was very easy to follow. I was amazed to find out that if I had been born a male, these would have turned into the shaft of my cock. He went on to the folds that laid within my bigger lip area and explained as he licked away at them that they were my labia minora, and obviously meant small lips. I had never really even considered them separate parts really and was as fascinated to get such a close up biology lesson as I was with the pointer. He spent several minutes making sure I new what my smaller lips felt like as he lapped between and over them.

Then Freddie lightly ran his hands through my pubic hair and rubbing the skin underneath it. It felt really neat the way he went so softly. He placed his palm over all of my hair and asked me if I knew what that area was called. I knew this one; it was my mons. I was close as it’s biological term is veneris mons. I was even more interested to know that the same area on a guy is also called a mons, just not associated with the female venreris. I asked him if his mons was as sensitive to gentle touching as mine and he told me that guys preferred pressure on the area instead of light touching.

That brought us to the heart of the female anatomy. I knew the proper term for my clit was clitoris, but most girls only use the shortened term. I didn’t realize that the folded skin over my love bump was also a separate item. In all my life I had never heard of it called a hood. I didn’t even know any girls that had ever referred to any kind of covering there. And I did know that, once again, if I’d been born a boy, that my clit would have formed into the head of my cock. I now put it together that my hood also would have become the foreskin covering it. As Freddie kept going between my hood which he held back, and my actual clit, I began to understand why some of my self-inflicted orgasms had such different results.

When he started licking and lapping over the entire collection I thought I was being so smart and told him how I liked me whole vagina getting involved. He paused as if embarrassed to tell me, but slowly added, “Your vagina is actually just the canal that would love feeling my cock being forced through it.”

I was much more embarrassed at not having paid more attention to my own body. But I did tell him to kiss my cherry goodbye, because I was going to let him break it for me very soon. He did just that. Unfortunately, Freddie got a second ‘fear-of-god’ thrown his way.

My bedroom door popped open and dad had my personal bath towels in his arms. I was rather embarrassed at dad seeing Freddie buried in my pussy. That was far more embarrassing to me than when it was reversed and I was buried ‘mons’ deep on Freddie. Dad was embarrassed for blowing it a second time and it instantly dawned on me that he thought we were still out. But in the split second that all those things were going through my head, I noticed that Freddie hadn’t heard the door open, so I rushed my hands to his head and pulled him into me while making sure I covered his ears.

I must have made the goofiest look at my dad, but he caught on that I was trying to protect Freddie from a second interlude being horrendously interrupted, and he backed out of my room. When the door clicked, Freddie was coming up for a breath and heard it. He asked if the coast was clear and I nodded. But I guess my smirk didn’t get hidden well enough because he wanted to know what I was smiling about. I told him it just tickled a little. I waited until he was finished and then confessed to him what had happened. Just as I thought; he wanted to crawl out the window instead of having to pass my father. And as soon as he did leave, I knew I had to face the music.

I went into the kitchen where dad was reading a book. I blundered around the room until I finally got up the courage to ask, “Are you going to make me suffer all night?” I gave my shriveled up nose smile at him, and added, “Twice in less than a week; you must be ready to kill me.”

Dad put his book down, looked at me and said, “First of all, I thought you had just gone out. And secondly, thank Freddie for me.” He gave a really big sigh as if he had to struggle to get those words out. I couldn’t understand what he wanted me to thank my boyfriend for, so I asked.

“You were asleep on the couch when we came back… and thank him for what.”

Dad held his book back in front of him and stated, “It’s just nice to know if he’s gonna have my daughter do that, that’s he’s willing to return the favor.”

There’s wasn’t anything I could do but go up behind my father and give him a big hug. And because of the nature of our close relationship, I just had to poke a little fun at him. “And god, dad. You wouldn’t believe how frigging good he is at it.”

I could feel him seething and gritting his teeth. He made a sweeping gesture with his right hand telling me to leave and said, “Come on, I don’t need to know that.”

I kissed the top of his head and left him to his book.

The next day, Freddie couldn’t believe his comments, but I talked him into actually walking right by my dad. We were almost to my bedroom when dad spoke up and said he got us a little something, and it was on the counter. I went back to see what it was and I knew something was up because dad couldn’t keep from grinning. I pulled a bottle out of the bag and it was mouth wash. When I looked back at him his grin was an outright smirk. I ran back to Freddie and couldn’t pry my own smirk off my face for minutes.

Later on when we went out for the night, I had no idea what I was about to get myself into. Freddie had been invited to a party on frat row in the neighboring town. I’d never been to a frat party and was totally unaware of how intense they could get. The second we walked through the door, all kinds of guys were hitting on me right in front of Freddie. I didn’t appreciate the disrespect they were showing him, so I made sure to rebuff every advance. I could almost see Freddie’s chest puff out over my loyalty to him.

After I had a couple of beers, I figured that I had set the boundaries with just about every guy there. I began loosening up and Freddie and I was having a pretty good time. Then this guy that was sitting with us whispered into my ear. He asked me for a blowjob if he could get Freddie to agree. I was taken back by his request, despite how much I wouldn’t mind teasing my guy at the moment; and getting to suck on a strange piece of meat. I pushed him away, but I never really said no. Freddie wanted to know what he had asked me and I told him. He elbowed me and told me that if I wanted to, I could take him up on the offer. He had that same look in his eye that he had just after I had blown Henry.

“You really mean that?”

“Hey, if you want to, go ahead. I know how much you like giving head.”

“No way! With all these horny ass guys around, one could turn into ten real fast.”

But instead of him pulling back, his eyes lit up even more. “You’re really serious, aren’t you? And if it turned into a dozen guys? You wouldn’t mind that?”

“I love you way too much to keep you from having fun. Just be really careful.”

Just hearing him telling me that it was okay to give another guy a blowjob made me so fucking hot to do just that. But even as I decided that if another guy did hit on me that I’d go off with him, I didn’t want to leave Freddie behind to think about what was going on while I was away. I decided to stop drinking, but I kept pushing beer in front of Freddie to help ‘anesthetize’ him. I tried my hardest to think of a way that if I agreed to blow a guy that he would be able to watch. That would make it hot for us at the same time, but I wasn’t coming up with anything.

After Freddie had his fourth beer, two frat brothers came over to me and saw that Freddie was dropping out of it. One of them was the guy that had whispered in my ear earlier and being a girl, I knew he was going to hit on me again. This time he didn’t feel like he had to whisper and spoke softly instead.

“Look it, if you’d rather do it, I’d take a fuck instead of the head.”

I punched him in his shoulder and let him think for a moment, then I told him, “If I did anything, it’d be the head.”

That floored both of them and I looked to see Freddie’s head nodding off. They tried convincing me to follow them for several minutes and gave up when I just couldn’t leave Freddie behind. Freddie did seem to come around when they left and I told him what they had wanted. He told me to go for it again, but I fell in love with his drunk sloppy self all over when all he could think about was my happiness. I was steaming between my legs and decided to get my taste of cock. I helped Freddie to his feet and helped him through the house. I knew the upstairs had been set up for hook-ups, so I helped him climb the stairs. There were several guys and a couple of girls hanging out in the hallway and I was looking for an open bedroom door. One of the girls must have read my face pretty well because she motioned towards one of the closed doors. I nodded toward the one she had pointed at and she nodded. I opened the door after not getting any response from my knock. I peeked in and when I saw it was empty, I led Freddie in,

Just as I was about to shut the door though, the guy that had hit on me twice, passed the doorway and saw me. I blew him off, but damn I wanted to invite him in in the worst way. I got Freddie to one of the beds and he asked if I was going to go off with one of the guys now, and I told him that I was with the guy I decided to suck off. He smiled up at me as I worked to get his pants open. I worked them down to his knees and was on his meat in a second. Unfortunately, I had fed him a little too much beer and he was very limp. I saw I had my work cut out for me.

I had never really had a truly limp prick in my mouth before, and I wondered if this was what a young boys cock might be like. It felt so odd and small to me, but I worked to get him hard. He was just starting to come around and was half hard when the door to the bedroom opened. I turned to see three guys standing there in the light from the hallway. I told them to get out, but instead the guy that had wanted at me so bad earlier shut the door, then did what I should have, locked it.

I crouched toward the wall and one of them made a comment that I was trying to pump a dry well. He was talking about Freddie who appeared to be passed out and totally limp again. I told them to leave me alone, but when I saw Freddie’s eyes closed, I knew I didn’t even believe my own words. My admirer reached his hand out for mine and I gave it him. I gave myself over to them as their party entertainment and was fully aware that I was about to be passed around between them. I’d never done that before, although a had taken on a couple of pairs before, one at a time. I walked on air towards the other bed knowing full well I was about to be on my knees in front of all three of them in seconds.

They started dropping their pants as if this wasn’t their first time gang-banging a girls mouth before, and made sort of a ring around me with the bed behind us. In the dim light of the room, I couldn’t really see any of their pricks. The biggest guy there put his hand on my shoulder; the international sign for ‘get down bitch’. I felt my eyes fill with lust for what I was about to do, and took one last look at Freddie. I wished so bad that he could at least watch to get something from this. I was about to become a real life porno scene for him.

I allowed the guy to guide me to my knees and decided that since he made the first move, I would start on him. He turned out to be a very big boy, perhaps the biggest I’d ever had. Most guys would want me to take them right down my throat, but this guy pulled his cock out of my mouth as soon as I grabbed it and pushed my head to his balls. They were massive and so hairy, but I showed him I knew what to do with them. I learned early on that guys always had a baby on them, and it was their balls. I licked them tenderly and sucked on them one at a time. I never liked the hairy part much, but the feel of a warm meat ball in my mouth always seemed to make me sweat. I was tugged off him by one of the others and he told the guy to share me. I swear I had a tiny instant orgasm when I heard the guy talk about sharing me as if I was a beloved toy. He wanted me to suck the crap out of just the head of his dick. I loved doing that part and would make my cheeks pucker from the massive suction I would apply. I tongued the slit at the tip all the while and they were all making such hot comments about my talents. That always turned me on to hear a guys’ appreciation for doing something that many of their own girlfriends would frown at.

Just as I began really enjoying that guy, I was again pulled away and to the last guy. He wanted my mouth a lot more than the others and started fucking my mouth right from the beginning. I looked up to see who it was that needed me so badly and saw it was my initial admirer. I felt pleased that he had finally got me after his extended chase. I was sort of happy that Freddie couldn’t see me now, because I was really getting into the hotness of being craved by three men that were passing me back and forth to each other. I had never started a blowjob before and then went back and forth on guys, so it seemed like it might take forever to get them all to cum for me. That thought made me smile to myself because I realized I was about to collect three very virile men’s loads of sperm. I wondered if I would be able to get it all down. I loved getting a man to cum and even swallow it for him, but it was still a nasty piece of business to accomplish.

I had been passed around the guys a couple of times when someone lifted me to my feet. They wanted me out of my clothes and I really didn’t see any reason for it, so I said no. But they cajoled me into giving up my top to which I heard a couple of nasty comments about where were my tits.

I slapped the one that said that. “Don’t be rude. I’m doing something your own girlfriends wouldn’t do for you.”

“I’m not complaining girl. I think it’s freaky. It’s like sticking it to a twelve year old, and that’s fucking hot.”

He snuck his way out of that. I was very use to hearing guys talking like that and even felt a little flattered that I could turn them on in a way that other girls couldn’t. Some girls bought tits to impress boys, I lacked them naturally and that worked just as well in some respects.

But then the guys wanted my shorts and I wasn’t going for that. Being in the hands of three guys with very aroused cocks made me worry about where they could stop at. I was about to go back down to my knees as I looked Freddie’s way. I saw his eyes were half opened and felt good that he was getting to watch. But one of them grabbed my arms and held me up while the other two worked my shorts and panties off my legs. I wanted to finish this erotic encounter, but I really didn’t want to be totally nude. That meant I couldn’t scream, but I begged them to leave my shorts on. As soon as they did get my shorts off, they each seemed to take a feel of my pussy. I slapped away one hand that started fingering me. He teased me a little about being frigid and I blurted out that I was still a virgin to fucking. I wished I could take that back right off. Their eyes started glowing over the idea of which one of them was going to get my cherry.

I knew my best hope of keeping my cherry for Freddie was to get them all to cum, and fast. I practically had to fight my way back to their cocks, but went to work on them like a starved woman. This time I gave each of them a turn and switched to the next guy on my own. I was going as fast as I could and it worked pretty well on the big guy. I could tell he was ready to get off, but one of the others thought I was giving him too much time, and tugged at my head. I paused just long enough to say, “Wait a minute” and went back to work milking his cock. I felt his hands hold my head like a melon and worked himself into me pretty good. He started saying all the wild degrading things that guys say when they’re getting their rocks off on a one night stand’s mouth. I never admitted it to anyone, but that degradation always made me wet my pants from micro orgasms of my own. I’m freaky that way.

The guy finally started emptying his mess into my mouth and it was a very sloppy cum. His cock was so thick that I couldn’t swallow like normal and it was drooling from my mouth with some of my own spit. I loved the way he was holding my head to keep me from pulling away from him until he was all done with me.

I was instantly tugged towards the next guy, but I had to stop him a minute until I could empty my mouth. They seemed to love the fact that I was swallowing instead of spitting. The second guy told the last guy that he wasn’t giving up my mouth until he got off and it seemed they agreed. So I settled in on him and he took over at one point to bump the hell out of my mouth. When he came, his semen was rather runny and I knew that meant he was a real horn toad. He was the type of guy that needed sex all the time and never gave his balls enough time to rejuvenate.

As soon as it was evident that he had finished, the third guy which was my initial admirer, was lifting me from behind and under my arms. I didn’t know what his intentions were until I was spun around and pushed down on the bed. He fell on top of me and between my legs. I told him I wasn’t going to fuck him, and pushed on his chest to get him off me. I told him I was going to scream rape if he didn’t stop, but he told me he was wearing a rubber and I wouldn’t be able to prove it. I couldn’t see if he was or not, but the thing that really bothered me was that I had just promised myself to Freddie. I looked across the room and saw two things that made me reluctantly give in to him; or at least I stopped fighting so hard. Freddie’s eyes were still half opened, and his cock was a raging boner.

Now I was in a very weird situation where on the one hand Freddie was watching and giving his tacit approval, but on the other hand I was facing almost a rape situation for my first fuck. I decided that if nothing else I was going to make him work for stealing my cherry. I had made up my mind that I was going to let him do it, but Freddie was going to get something to remember.

It started out a little brutal with me flinging my wrists out of his hands and him struggling to regain control of me. My legs were thrashing around on their own and I even caught Freddie’s eyes being wide open at one point. I had no doubt now that he was giving up his right to take my virginity so he could watch it happening instead. The guy trying to fuck me told the other guys to hold my arms down. I was a little surprised that they did it so quickly and easily, but as soon as they took away my arms, I was his to take. He forced my legs wider with his own hands and placed his cock in the right spot. I felt him find the sweet spot with the tip of his cock and then he pushed. I found out why they call it popping a cherry, because that‘s what it felt like as the blood from my hymen flushed out of it’s sheath. And then for my very first time I felt the protrusion of a cock forcing it’s way past my cunt’s restricting muscles. I had heard several times that this was the only thing that really hurt the first time. But as soon as he forced those muscles open and slipped in deeper, the pain went away quickly.

There was something in this guy’s voice that sounded like he had just gotten the greatest prize of his life. I realized that it was actually piercing my muscles that was the real thrill because I was so extremely tight for that split second it took him to penetrate me. And until I calmed down well enough to relax for him, that sensation made him shrill in his moans. As much as I wished it was Freddie in me right now, it still felt so wonderful being that appreciated for access to my body.

And suddenly my lust was kicking in. I still struggled against the two holding my arms down, but I squeezed as hard as I could on the cock forcing it’s way into me. The guy started kissing and biting at my neck and his weight on my nipples kept them feeling like ball bearings. I was still so tight on his cock, that when he went to pull back for his next thrust into me, my body just followed him. It wasn’t until I felt my orgasm coming close that I loosened up enough so that I could thrust back against his inward motions. Just before I started cumming, I wrapped my legs around the guys ass and bumped back against him as hard as he was giving it to me.

We seemed to be in perfect timing as far as cumming and we sped up our thrusts until I heard that all so familiar tensed-up grunting that told me to release my own orgasm. I felt a guy’s weight on me in such an erotic way as I waited for him to finish cumming. I could actually feel his cock spasm with each spurt into me. He pushed himself up on his arms and then placed his hands on my nearly non-existent tits and grabbed them in his palms. He made them feel so much bigger.

And then the reality of my first fuck was over very unceremoniously. I felt his cock soften and he pulled it from me. My muscles were trying to learn how to tighten back up while all the guys were issuing me warnings to not cry rape. It would have been easy if I wanted to, because the guy hadn’t worn a condom and I could already see bruising starting on my arms. But I could have stopped it if it hadn’t been for Freddie issuing me the right to go ahead. And thinking about that, I looked his way and saw his eyes closed.

The guys were gone in a just over a minute, and I grabbed for my clothes and started dressing. I walked over to the other bed and touched Freddie.

“They’re gone. So, what do you think?”

Sure enough, he had closed his eyes to keep from provoking the other guys, and when he looked at me it was clear that he had seen it all.

“They didn’t hurt you did they? I was watching, but they didn’t seem like they were hurting you.”

“No, they didn’t hurt me. But you don’t get to bust my cherry anymore. It’s all gone.”

“Will you always remember it?”

“Yeah, but I just wish you were there instead.”

“I was, didn’t you see?”