VIRGIN ON THE VERGE mmmmm/f teen
By Dr. Wu
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"Virgin on the Verge" is completely fiction, and
any resemblance to
real persons is completely coincidental. However, the
teenage game "Five
Minutes" is real, and a popular past time at high
school (and even some
middle school) parties, with all sorts of variations.
CHAPTER ONE
Musical Introduction:
Who's the pretty girl in that mirror there?/
Who can that attractive girl be?/
Such a pretty face/
Such a pretty dress/
Such a pretty smile/
Such a pretty me!"
From "West Side Story," lyrics by Stephen Sondheim
"You look sooo hot, Allison!"
Allison couldn't believe it. She did look hot.
"S-s-s-mokin'! she
thought. She stared at her reflection in the mirror.
Her best friend
Nikki had done an amazing job transforming the ugly
duckling into a
beautiful swan.
Allison wasn't by any means an ugly duckling, just
a 16-year-old girl
who had not yet learned to blossom into her own
striking good looks and
sexuality. Here she was a junior in high school, and
she had not had a
single date, hadn't kissed a boy, hadn't had a
boyfriend. (She'd never
had an orgasm, either, but she had let such a
sheltered life that she
wasn't even really aware of what she was missing.)
"Sweet 16 and never been kissed," her daddy said all
the time, proud
and a little smug, and it pissed Allison off more than
anything he could
possibly say.
High school boys, of course, are notorious for not
being able to spot
the true beauties who walk amongst them. Nearly all of
them lust after
the same five or six petite, blond-haired, blue-eyed
cheerleaders, or the
dark-eyed big-breasted girls who fill out their tight
sweaters so
magnificently. They couldn't see the real Allison Witt
who was waiting to
emerge. Day after day, Allison showed up at school
with her long red hair
parted plainly in the middle, hanging down limply to
the small of her
back. She wore large glasses to correct her
near-sightedness, and they
gave her an owly expression, magnifying her green-gray
eyes. Because her
parents were devout Baptists, they forbid her from
wearing any lipstick,
and allowed only the most minimal of makeup. They also
allowed only
clothes that both parents agreed were not
"provocative," which meant
slacks (not too tight across the butt), loose sweaters
and blouses that
did not call attention to her breasts, and sensible
shoes. She had been
dressing this way for so long that she just naturally
acted as if the
girl underneath went with the clothes: shy,
unassuming, nothing special.
But Allison's world was changing. Even though she
still went to church
every Sunday morning and Wednesday night with her
parents and brother and
sister, even though she still pulled straight A's, and
even though she
was an alternate on the school's "Brain Brawl"
academic competition team
(and as a sophomore, no less, a source of pride to
Allison), she was
feeling stirrings. She longed to be kissed by a
handsome boy, dreamed
feverishly of having a strong, good looking young man
tell her she was
beautiful.
At night, alone in her bedroom, she would hug her
pillow and cry, and
sometimes her right hand, almost of its own accord,
would start
scratching at her pussy, gently. It didn't really
itch, not in the way a
mosquito bite itched, but the scratching felt good.
Sometimes the
scratching would become rubbing, and that felt even
better, and Allison
would squeeze her thighs together on her hand. But
then she would realize
that what she was really doing was some surreptitious
form of
masturbation. And that was a sin, a particularly vile
sin, the Baptist
camp counselor had told the girls last summer, and she
would force
herself to stop, and hug her pillow some more.
And Allison's world had changed even more through
her friendship with
Nikki Roche. The two were the least likely girls to
hook up and become
friends, and they had become the talk of the school
because of it. Nikki
was one of the most popular girls at Pope County High
School. Being a
cheerleader didn't hurt, but that wasn't all there was
to it. She was as
extroverted and bubbly as Allison was shy and
withdrawn. She also knew
how to dress to show off her killer body. When she
wasn't flouncing up
and down the hallways in her cheerleader outfit, she
wore the tightest T-
shirts the dress code would allow, and pants so tight
that panties
underneath would just spoil the lines, so why bother
with panties? The
boys had nicknamed her "Brick House," and sometimes
whistled the old
Commodores song when she walked down the hall. Nikki
tried not to smile,
but she loved the attention.
Nikki was far from a slut, though; she had only
had sex once in her
16 years, with her boyfriend, Kevin, just two weeks
ago. Giving up her
virginity hadn't been nearly as fine or fun as she had
thought it would
be. When they made out in her basement when her
parents were gone, and
Kevin got her pants off and started fingering her,
she'd cum and cum
until her smooth young thighs were drenched with juice
running down from
the golden curls of her adolescent pussy. But when
Kevin had fucked her
in the backseat of her car after the game, she hadn't
been able to cum.
He, of course, got his rocks off, she thought with
some chagrin. They
always do. She hadn't done it with Kevin since.
Allison the Brain Brawl girl and Nikki the Brick
House had been paired
as biology lab partners a month ago. At first, they
had looked at one
another with mild distaste. But Nikki quickly
discovered that Allison
would do nearly all the work, and they'd get an A on
everything they did.
In fact, Allison could whip through Nikki'e math
homework in 10 minutes,
and soon Nikki's teachers were sending notes home to
her parents that
Nikki was doing much, much better in school. In turn,
Nikki introduced
Allison to her friends, and allowed her to sit with
them at lunch. It was
a heady step up in the high school pecking order for
poor Allison Witt,
going from sitting at the nerds' table, where some of
the boys still
carried "Phantom Menace" lunch boxes, to sitting at
the cool kids' table
with Allison and the other cheerleaders. The cutest
and most popular boys
at school were always stopping by, teasing and
laughing with Nikki and
the other cheerleaders. They didn't tease and laugh
with Allison yet, but
they said Hi, and treated her civilly, which for
Allison was a huge ego
boost. Who know, she thought, maybe one of them will
ask me out on a real
date!
And now, here she was, best buds with Nikki Roche,
of all people, and
getting ready for her first real party. She'd been to
church socials,
drinking red punch in a basement hung with crepe paper
while nervous boys
huddled on the sides, too nervous to ask the girls to
dance, but tonight
would be different. Nikki had promised her this would
be a great party
with plenty of fine-looking guys, from Pope County and
a few other high
schools. Her parents would be gone for the evening,
and with the
improvement in Nikki's school work, had told her they
trusted her to have
a party if she promised there would be no alcohol.
Plus, her older sister
Rikki (named, to her everlasting regret, after an old
Steely Dan song),
would be there to chaperone. Rikki was 21 and had
recently flunked out of
college and moved back into her old bedroom.
"Look at you, girl!" Nikkie exclaimed to her
friend. "You're gonna be
fighting those boys off tonight with a club!"
"Gosh, Nikki, I like it, I really do, but do you
think it's maybe a
bit too, I don't know, too slutty?"
"Slutty? Come on Allison, we've talked about this.
If you're gonna get
boys to notice you, you're gonna have to change your
look. Get a new
look, you get a new attitude. Then you get the boys."
Allison kept staring at her reflection. Nikki had
put hot rollers in
her hair an hour ago, then taken them out and teased
Allison's long red
hair so that now it hung in beautiful cascading waves
over her shoulders
and down her back. Her glasses had come off, and
although she couldn't
see very well without them, she could lean toward the
mirror and see that
it made a huge difference in her appearance; her eyes
that once looked
goggly were now slightly feline and definitely sexy.
Nikki had applied
her makeup, and the most startling effect came from
the bright red
lipstick. They made Allison's lips pop right out, gave
them a sexy, bee-
sting look that she knew the sexiest girls at school
all cultivated.
When she'd left home to go over to Nikki's, she'd
been wearing denim
overalls and a long-sleeved T-shirt. But Nikki, bless
her heart, had
rummaged around in her closet and in Rikki's to put
together a killer
outfit. She wore a white blouse, slightly sheer but
not really see-
through, that fit her so tightly across the chest that
the buttons gapped
open a little.
"Damn, girl, those are some fine titties you been
hiding!" Allison had
joked, and the two school chums had dissolved into
gales of laughter. But
Allison did have a very fine set of teenaged breasts,
only a 34 inch
chest (she was on the slender side), but close to a C
cup, so that they
jutted out nicely.
Nikki had found one of Rikki's miniskirts, a black
number that was
snug but not too snug, and short but not too short,
with a zipper down
the side. Since Allison was almost 5'10", the skirt's
hem hit her well up
her thighs. There was no way her parents would ever
let her own or wear
something like this, but it was modest enough, and she
wanted so badly to
look attractive for the party. Nikki had tried to talk
her into wearing
high heels, but Allison drew the line. She was
convinced one of the
reasons no boy had asked her out was because of her
height, and heels
made her tower at over 6 feet tall. So she borrowed a
pair of Nikki's
black penny loafers, and wore them without socks.
Maybe not a runway
model looks, she told herself, but still cool enough.
"Now I know you're not gonna like this, Ally, but
I'm your fashion
adviser and I want you to at least listen. I want you
to consider going
without the bra tonight."
"Nikki! No way!" Allison blushed demurely at the
very thought. Even
though her parents weren't here to oversee her, 16
years of religious
indoctrination had an effect, and modesty was part of
Allison's being.
"No, listen," Nikki replied. "I'm not gonna wear
one, so you'll have
company. And the whole idea of this party is to get
you noticed. Short of
doing naked jumping-jacks, nothing gets you noticed by
the opposite sex
faster than not wearing a bra. Really, Allison, trust
me. They won't be
able to see anything through the blouse. And remember:
You'll be here,
safe, surrounded by friends. If a guy likes what he
sees, he's gonna have
to ask you out on a date, go to your house and pick
you up, all that
stuff, and when you do that, you can dress more
conservatively."
"I don't know. I can't imagine being without a bra.
I'd feel like
everybody was staring at my boobs, Nikki"
"Look, it's up to you. I'm gonna go talk to Rikki
and make sure she'll
stay out of our way at the party, and then I'm gonna
change clothes real
quick. I'll leave you here in the bathroom. Try it
without the bra, see
how it makes you feel, and if you don't like it, you
can put the bra back
on. But when I come back, Ally, I'm gonna be hangin'
free!"
Nikki shut the door, leaving Allison alone. It
wouldn't hurt to try,
the naive high school junior thought. She took off the
white blouse, then
took off her lacy white cotton bra, then quickly put
the blouse back on
and buttoned it up. It was the first time in her life
the Baptist-raised
schoolgirl had worn a shirt without a bra, or at least
the first time
since she'd bought her first training bra when she was
11. She took a
deep breath and looked in the mirror. Damn, without
her glasses, she
really couldn't see all that well. She leaned forward,
which caused the
shirt to tighten across her chest. The cotton rubbed
against her naked
nipples, and gave Allison a little sexual charge.
God that feels so good, she thought. "Hangin' free,"
that's what Nikki
called it. She rubbed a hand across her chest, rubbing
the fabric against
her bare nipples. They felt all tingly, and the tingly
sensation raced
through her body.
Oh, what the heck, she thought. Mommy and daddy
would have a cow, but
they're home and can't see me. And if all the boys
start leering at me
and making jokes about my breasts, I'll just run
upstairs and put my bra
back on. But I'll try hangin' free!
Down the hall, Nikki closed the door to Rikki's
bedroom. Rikki lay on
her bed, dressed in cut off jeans and a T-shirt that
read "I Just Do What
the Voices in My Head Tell Me" across the front. She
put down the Vanity
Fair she was reading. Buster, the Roches' German
Shepherd, lay on the
floor at the foot of the bed and thumped his tail when
Nikki walked in.
"How's the plan goin, Nikk?" the older girl asked.
"It's going great, Rikki!" gushed Nikki.
Around the other teenagers
at high school she was a stuck-up little princess, but
she had always
looked up to her big sister, and stood somewhat in awe
of her. "Little
Miss Priss doesn't suspect a thing. When are the guys
coming?"
"Like we set up: 8 o'clock. I hand-picked 'em
myself, so they're all
taller than she is, and briefed 'em," said Rikki.
"They all know the
routine: Pretend like they're high school students
from other schools.
Flirt with little Allison and make her feel nice and
relaxed and safe.
Then we start having fun."
"Thank you sooo much, Rikki. This was so cool of
you to help me with
this."
"Hey, what's a sister for? Are you sure you
really want to do
something this heinous? I mean, she seems like an OK
kid. A little dorky,
but when you're raised by Jesus freaks what do you
expect?"
Nikki's eyes narrowed and her voice got tight.
"This will barely even
come close to getting revenge on Allison Fucking Witt.
I told her in
confidence about having sex with Kevin, and she
blabbed it all over the
school. She told like three or four of her dork
friends, and they told
their friends, and pretty soon the boys are all coming
up to me in the
hall and saying "Hey, Nikki, wanna fuck?" And even
some of the teachers
are giving me creepy looks, like maybe the rumor mill
has even reached
the teacher's lounge. I was sitting pretty at school,
and now I'm
fighting for my reputation. And Allison Fucking Witt
is gonna regret the
day she gossiped about me."
Nikki was breathing heavily by the time she
finished her speech. "OK,
OK, kiddo, don't bust a tube," said Rikki. "I'm here
to help. By the end
of the night, your so-called friend won't know whether
she's coming or
going. Hey! Coming or going! I made a little joke!"
And the two sisters
shared a nasty little chortle.
"But just remember," Rikki added, "I made a deal
with these boys. They
get each get a BJ tonight, one way or the other. If
Allison doesn't do
it, then you're the one on the line. That was the
deal."
"Then I'll just have to work extra hard to make sure
Allison is the
one," Nikki replied.
They were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Nikki, are you in
there?" Allison asked nervously.
"Yeah, come in, it's unlocked."
"How do I look?" asked Allison.
Nikki had to admit, a little enviously, that her
friend the former
wallflower looked smashing. And the braless look was
going to send the
college boys Rikki had recruited into a panting
frenzy. Maybe Allison
just couldn't see very well without her glasses, but
her nipples could be
seen clearly through the white cotton blouse, and her
breasts, so young
and unfettered and thrusting outward with youthful
exuberance, were
practically begging to be fondled and sucked.
"Lookin' good," said Rikki blandly, and returned to
her magazine.
"Abso-fuckin'-lutely" Nikki agreed. She hoped that
her plan would go
smoothly tonight. OK, it wasn't really her plan, it
was Rikki's plan.
Nikki had come to Rikki near tears when she realized
what had happened,
and Rikki, who had seen plenty of the world at the age
of 21, had told
her younger sister how she might get revenge. The best
part of the plan,
if it worked, was that Allison would think everything
was her fault.
She'd never suspect Nikki.
CHAPTER TWO
Musical Introduction:
"There are men of 19 or 20/
Who are suave, and reckless, and true/
Older men, who'll give a girl plenty/
I've got a lot of living to do!"
"Got a lot of Living to Do," from "Bye-Bye
Birdie," lyrics by Lee
Adams
(And you could do worse than imagine Ann-Margret in
the movie version
as the ultimate jailbait princess when you read about
Allison)
An hour later, the party at the Roches was in full
swing. The girls
and boys (some of them young men, actually) had
arrived in dribs and
drabs, all of them ready to party hearty at a house
where the parents
weren't home. Rikki had let it be known that she would
look the other way
for minor infractions, but she wouldn't allow anyone
to get so drunk that
he or she couldn't drive home, and there would be no
horseplay that might
break anything in the house. She was already in the
doghouse with her
folks and the last thing she needed was for them to
come home and find
cigarette ashes ground into the cream-colored pile
carpeting or a broken
lamp shoved hastily in the trash can in the garage.
Several boys had brought 12-packs of beer, and a
couple had brought
bottles of Jack Daniels. Kids were drinking and
getting loose, and on the
back deck, a group was passing a joint, letting the
sweet reefer smell
drift away on the night breeze.
Nikki worked the party, making sure everyone was
having fun, but not
getting too out of control. The four other girls there
besides herself
and Allison were all juniors at Pope, all in Nikki's
crowd or on the
fringe. Nikki had promised them if they came to the
party there would be
two guys for every girl, increasing their odds of
being sought after.
Nikki had invited her boyfriend Kevin and a few guy
friends from Pope,
and Rikki had made phone calls to some old friends
from college. Six
college guys, all 20 or 21, had agreed to attend on
the understanding
that there would be loose high school girls drinking
heavily., and that
there was a surprise planned for later in the evening
that guaranteed -
yes, boys, that's right - guaranteed - that a high
school girl would be
blowing every guy at the party. Liquor, drunk girls
and a guaranteed blow
job: If Rikki hadn't sworn the six young men to
secrecy on pain of death,
word would have spread and there would have 300
rutting males at the
Roche's front door.
Allison rarely attended co-ed parties, and the few
she had been to at
school (heavily chaperoned) had found her nervous and
mousy, talking with
a few girlfriends in the corner. She had started out
like that tonight,
but soon was drawn out of her shell by all the male
attention.
"So, beautiful, what's your name?" a handsome boy
asked Allison,
leaning in to leer at her chest.
"Lyle, it's me, Allison. From chemistry!"
"Allison? That's you? Man, I don't believe it. You
are so hot! What
happened?"
She blushed furiously. "Nikki gave me a little
makeover, that's all.
So how's it goin'?"
"It's goin' great,. now that I found you. You are
looking so fine. Do
you want a drink?"
"No, I just finished a beer, and I'm not used to
drinking, so I don't
want another one yet."
Allison's back was against a wall, and Lyle leaned
in toward her. She
could smell beer on his breath, and his aftershave,
and feel the
intensity of his gaze. His body was just inches away
from hers, and
Allison shifted nervously. As she did so, her nipples
again brushed
against the inside of her blouse, making them flutter.
They had been
doing that all evening, and the more it happened, the
more it seemed to
be affecting her. At first it had just been a mild
irritant, but they had
started to get erect, and once erect, they had stayed
that way. And the
more the little pink nubs rubbed and rubbed against
the fabric, the more
strange feelings began to course through her body,
feelings that always
ended up in her crotch, in the dampening secret place
between her legs.
She knew, even though she couldn't see very well
without her glasses,
that Lyle was stealing peeks at her chest, and she
felt confused and
ashamed and, she had to admit, a little pleased by his
attention.
She thought again about slipping back upstairs and
changing. She could
put on a bra so that maybe her nipples wouldn't always
be so sensitive.
She could put on her glasses so she could actually see
who she was
talking to. But that would mean walking awayn from
Lyle Burke, one of the
most popular boys in school, whose only words to her
in the past six
months had been to ask to copy her homework.
"Hey, pal, who's your friend?" asked a strange male
voice. Allison
looked up and saw a tall boy with a light brown
moustache looming over
Lyle's shoulder, sending definite male signals that he
was horning in on
the action.
"My name's Justin," he said, "sticking a hand out
to Allison to shake,
moving right past Lyle. "What's yours, babe?"
Babe? This incredibly handsome boy had called her
Babe? Allison was
practically swooning from the attention. She'd only
had one beer, but the
small amount of alcohol, the atmosphere of young
hormones all packed into
one house, the constant rub-rub-rubbing on her stiff
young nipples, the
fact that everything was half out of focus, all of
this combined to go
straight to the naive young virgin's head. Someone had
called her a Babe!
"I'm Allison Witt."
"Scuse me," Justin said, and just elbowed Lyle
aside. The Pope student
started to protest, but Justin Lake had several inches
and about 30
pounds on him, and the high schooler went off to get
another beer,
letting the college student move in.
"I'm Justin, Allison. And I want to ask you a
serious question: Have
you ever had a moustache ride?"
"Uh, no, uh, what do you mean?" Allison stammered.
Justin just smiled,
his blue eyes twinkling, and stroked his moustache.
Ohmigod! Allison
suddenly thought. He means, uh, I know what he means.
She turned beet red
at the implication, but she was also aware that
something was definitely
stirring in her stomach. Actually, lower. Her little
clit was perking up,
her pussy was feeling jangly, she felt like her palms
were sweating.
"So I guess maybe we have to start a little slower,
huh?" Justin said.
"How about if I give you a little kiss?"
Before she could even decide (She wanted it, but
she shouldn't, but
she wanted it), the college student bent forward and
planted his lips
gently but firmly over Allison's mouth. He moved his
body forward,
pressing her against the wall, and she could feel the
entire length of
him pressed up against the entire length of her. His
hand came out and
took her by the chin, holding her head in place. His
mouth was open, she
could taste tobacco, or maybe dope, and then his
tongue was moving into
mouth.
The teenaged girl felt as if she was going to
faint. He was so
smooth, so romantic, she was having her first kiss at
her first real
party, and it wasn't gross or sloppy like some of her
friends talked
about. She felt his tongue in her mouth and it was
like that wet male
organ was moving right down her body, licking her
nipples, then licking
lower, at her special spot. Her nipples, which had
been stiff, now
throbbed, and she so did her her pussy. Oh God, she
thought, what's
happening, all of a sudden I'm so horny, I want this
boy, this Justin,
just keep kissing me and kissing me.
And he did. She threw her arms around his neck and
kissed back,
sucking his hot boy tongue into her own warm, wet
mouth, and she could
feel his hard-on pressing into the front of her,
grinding right up
against her crotch, and she wasn't that dumb or naive,
she knew just what
that was, but it felt so good, better than anything
had ever felt. She
knew it was wrong, knew it was a sin, but she moaned
into Justin's mouth,
and moved her pelvis just a little bit forward.
Suddenly there was a
hand, it had to be Justin's hand, and it was under the
hem of her skirt,
Nikki's little black miniskirt she had borrowed, and
the hand was lifting
the skirt up, and moving toward the front panel of her
underpants.
Allison knew they were in the middle of a room with
other people, she had
to put a stop to this, it was going too fast, but the
fingers brushed
against the inside of her thigh, and that felt sooooo
good, even though
it was just a little touch.. Then Justin pressed the
tip of his finger
against the front of her panties, hitting just the
right spot, just the
right amount of pressure, and her clitoris felt like
doing handsprings.
God, it felt so good!
"Stop!" she heard herself saying, breaking the
kiss. Some automatic
response had kicked in, years of strict Baptist
upbringing. It was a sin,
she was so sorry, God, so sorry, but it had felt so
good, no boy had ever
kissed her or touched her, and she wanted it. But
Justin, being a
gentleman, backed away.
"Sorry, babe," he said. "You're just so incredibly
fucking sexy, so
hot. I just lost it. I'll chill. So, do you ever
model?"
"Do I model?" Allison started to giggle. "No,
silly." But oh, just to
be asked such a question. "Kiss me again, but keep
your hands to
yourself, please."
"OK, Allison," and Justin locked lips with her
again.
Across the room, Nikki was talking to Kevin,
batting his hand away
from its constant attempts to get up her skirt. Her
eyes glowed when she
saw Justin's hand get under Allison's skirt, and even
though Allison had
pushed him away after a few seconds, the look on her
friend's face
afterward was priceless. This one would fall like a
ripe apple, Nikki
thought. She's ready to be plucked.
"Kevin, baby, you know our deal," Nikki whispered.
She didn't want the
Pope High boys hanging around for the game of Five
Minutes she had
planned; only the college boys had been briefed on the
tonight's special
set of rules. So Nikki had told Kevin that after a
couple of hours, he
would lead his little posse of friends out, promising
them he knew of an
even better party on the other side of town, one with
strippers possibly
doing gang bangs. It would be a gross betrayal of his
male friends by
Kevin, but Nikki had told him coldly that he would
never see, feel, taste
or smell her pussy again, let alone fuck it, unless he
did this for her.
There is nothing scarier than a 16-year-old girl
who has just
discovered the power of her own pussy.
Allison broke the kiss with Justin again. "Whoa,
sorry," she said, "I,
uh, I guess, I don't know..." she trailed off.
"You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen," Justin
told her. Allison
thought her knees were going to buckle.
"Hey, Justin, who's your new friend?" It was
another guy, this one
even taller.
"Hey, J.C., meet Allison," Justin said calmly.
"Hellooooooo, Allison," J.C. said in a smooth, deep
voice. "My, my,
you look good enough to eat. And it looks like Justin
here beat me to
dinner."
Allison swallowed, and didn't know what to say. One
boy kissing her,
another flirting with her, Lyle from school telling
her she looked good.
Her skin felt so hot, and she knew her face must be
flushed. She absent-
mindedly unbuttoned the second button on her blouse
(the first was
already unfastened), and both boys, without trying to
be too obvious,
peered down at the upper halves of Allison's creamy
white adolescent
breasts, which were heaving up and down.
"Would you like another beer, Allison?" asked J.C.
"Yeah, I'm a little warm."
"Warm? Baby, you're on fire!" J.C. said, but
flirtatiously, not nasty,
and Allison got a little rush.
"So where do you go to school?" she asked Justin
nervously when they
were alone again.
"Uh, we go to Southside," he lied smoothly. "We're
friends of Nikki's.
She invited us."
"Here ya go," J.C. said and thrust a cold Rolling
Rock into Allison's
hand. Grateful for the liquid, she gulped down several
swallows, fast.
The alcohol hit her stomach and increased the glow she
was feeling. Her
heart was pounding, and she felt so warm. Her pussy
was sending her brain
signals it had never received, and confusion and young
lust swirled
through Allison Witt like a windstorm. The beer, the
kissing, the
flirting, everything was just so overwhleming. She was
vaguely aware that
the front of her panties was wet, that she was
leaking, her steamy pussy
was opening up and trickling out its juice.
"See ya later, guys!" she heard Nikki call, and
heard the front door
close. The house was a little quieter suddenly.
"Kevin and his friends took off," said Nikki as she
sauntered over to
Allison, J.C. and Justin. The two young men ogled the
high school girl
openly, their eyes treating her like fresh meat. Her
breasts bounced
freely as she walked toward them, her blonde hair
bounced as well, and
every square inch of Nikki Roche was just a walking
16-year-old wet
dream.
"So which one do we get to do?" J.C. whispered to
Justin.
"I think it's the redhead I've been making out with
here," Justin
whispered back. "I've got her so wet you could wring
out her panties and
water your lawn." The two chuckled.
"What are you two boys whispering about?" Nikki
asked, hands on hips.
"We were just talking about what a couple of
fine-looking girls you
two are," said Justin. "I'd like to sprinkle sugar on
your nipples and
show you what a sweet tooth I've got."
An hour ago, Allison would have fled the room in
revulsion at such a
lewd comment. But this was the new Allison, older and
wiser (or so she
thought) and the lascvious come-on made her shiver.
She felt like someone
was twisting a corkscrew into her belly button.
"Later, big fella," Nikki said, and tickled him
under the chin with
her finger. "Hey Allison, like I was saying, Kevin and
his friends took
off, so the party's lost a little bit of steam. We're
all gonna go down
in the basement and play Five Minutes. Come on."
"What's Five Minutes?" Allison asked.
"You've never played? Oh. you'll love it. It's very
fun, and very
safe. It's like spin the bottle, except the guys and
girls take turns
going into the closet for a a little make-out session.
It kind of lets
everyone have a little fun with everyone else. And we
set a timer for
five minutes, and when the timer rings, you come out."
"Come here." Allison grabbed Nikki by the arm and
pulled her close.
She whispered fiercely: "You mean it's just a me and a
guy alone in a
closet? What if he rapes me or something?"
"Don't be an ass, Allison. We're all right outside
the door. And it's
only five minutes, which is like a safety valve so no
one gets too
carried away. And anyway, I saw you with Mr. Big Stud
over there, and you
were just about sucking his face off, and you loved
it!"
Allison blushed furiously, but her friend was
right. "Let's go," she
said.
"OK, everybody, we're heading down into the
basement!" Nikki called
out to the remaining guests. "Rikki, grab the
Schnapps. Come one, come
all!"
Three girls - Allison, Nikki and Rikki, headed
toward the basement
stairs, along with six guys - Justin, J.C., and their
friends Dale, Brian
and Chance. Of the nine people, eight knew what the
plan was. The ninth
was Allison Witt.
CHAPTER TWO
Musical Introduction:
"There are men of 19 or 20/
Who are suave, and reckless, and true/
Older men, who'll give a girl plenty/
I've got a lot of living to do!"
"Got a lot of Living to Do," from "Bye-Bye
Birdie," lyrics by Lee
Adams
(And you could do worse than imagine Ann-Margret in
the movie version
as the ultimate jailbait princess when you read about
Allison)
An hour later, the party at the Roches was in full
swing. The girls
and boys (some of them young men, actually) had
arrived in dribs and
drabs, all of them ready to party hearty at a house
where the parents
weren't home. Rikki had let it be known that she would
look the other way
for minor infractions, but she wouldn't allow anyone
to get so drunk that
he or she couldn't drive home, and there would be no
horseplay that might
break anything in the house. She was already in the
doghouse with her
folks and the last thing she needed was for them to
come home and find
cigarette ashes ground into the cream-colored pile
carpeting or a broken
lamp shoved hastily in the trash can in the garage.
Several boys had brought 12-packs of beer, and a
couple had brought
bottles of Jack Daniels. Kids were drinking and
getting loose, and on the
back deck, a group was passing a joint, letting the
sweet reefer smell
drift away on the night breeze.
Nikki worked the party, making sure everyone was
having fun, but not
getting too out of control. The four other girls there
besides herself
and Allison were all juniors at Pope, all in Nikki's
crowd or on the
fringe. Nikki had promised them if they came to the
party there would be
two guys for every girl, increasing their odds of
being sought after.
Nikki had invited her boyfriend Kevin and a few guy
friends from Pope,
and Rikki had made phone calls to some old friends
from college. Six
college guys, all 20 or 21, had agreed to attend on
the understanding
that there would be loose high school girls drinking
heavily., and that
there was a surprise planned for later in the evening
that guaranteed -
yes, boys, that's right - guaranteed - that a high
school girl would be
blowing every guy at the party. Liquor, drunk girls
and a guaranteed blow
job: If Rikki hadn't sworn the six young men to
secrecy on pain of death,
word would have spread and there would have 300
rutting males at the
Roche's front door.
Allison rarely attended co-ed parties, and the few
she had been to at
school (heavily chaperoned) had found her nervous and
mousy, talking with
a few girlfriends in the corner. She had started out
like that tonight,
but soon was drawn out of her shell by all the male
attention.
"So, beautiful, what's your name?" a handsome boy
asked Allison,
leaning in to leer at her chest.
"Lyle, it's me, Allison. From chemistry!"
"Allison? That's you? Man, I don't believe it. You
are so hot! What
happened?"
She blushed furiously. "Nikki gave me a little
makeover, that's all.
So how's it goin'?"
"It's goin' great,. now that I found you. You are
looking so fine. Do
you want a drink?"
"No, I just finished a beer, and I'm not used to
drinking, so I don't
want another one yet."
Allison's back was against a wall, and Lyle leaned
in toward her. She
could smell beer on his breath, and his aftershave,
and feel the
intensity of his gaze. His body was just inches away
from hers, and
Allison shifted nervously. As she did so, her nipples
again brushed
against the inside of her blouse, making them flutter.
They had been
doing that all evening, and the more it happened, the
more it seemed to
be affecting her. At first it had just been a mild
irritant, but they had
started to get erect, and once erect, they had stayed
that way. And the
more the little pink nubs rubbed and rubbed against
the fabric, the more
strange feelings began to course through her body,
feelings that always
ended up in her crotch, in the dampening secret place
between her legs.
She knew, even though she couldn't see very well
without her glasses,
that Lyle was stealing peeks at her chest, and she
felt confused and
ashamed and, she had to admit, a little pleased by his
attention.
She thought again about slipping back upstairs and
changing. She could
put on a bra so that maybe her nipples wouldn't always
be so sensitive.
She could put on her glasses so she could actually see
who she was
talking to. But that would mean walking awayn from
Lyle Burke, one of the
most popular boys in school, whose only words to her
in the past six
months had been to ask to copy her homework.
"Hey, pal, who's your friend?" asked a strange male
voice. Allison
looked up and saw a tall boy with a light brown
moustache looming over
Lyle's shoulder, sending definite male signals that he
was horning in on
the action.
"My name's Justin," he said, "sticking a hand out
to Allison to shake,
moving right past Lyle. "What's yours, babe?"
Babe? This incredibly handsome boy had called her
Babe? Allison was
practically swooning from the attention. She'd only
had one beer, but the
small amount of alcohol, the atmosphere of young
hormones all packed into
one house, the constant rub-rub-rubbing on her stiff
young nipples, the
fact that everything was half out of focus, all of
this combined to go
straight to the naive young virgin's head. Someone had
called her a Babe!
"I'm Allison Witt."
"Scuse me," Justin said, and just elbowed Lyle
aside. The Pope student
started to protest, but Justin Lake had several inches
and about 30
pounds on him, and the high schooler went off to get
another beer,
letting the college student move in.
"I'm Justin, Allison. And I want to ask you a
serious question: Have
you ever had a moustache ride?"
"Uh, no, uh, what do you mean?" Allison stammered.
Justin just smiled,
his blue eyes twinkling, and stroked his moustache.
Ohmigod! Allison
suddenly thought. He means, uh, I know what he means.
She turned beet red
at the implication, but she was also aware that
something was definitely
stirring in her stomach. Actually, lower. Her little
clit was perking up,
her pussy was feeling jangly, she felt like her palms
were sweating.
"So I guess maybe we have to start a little slower,
huh?" Justin said.
"How about if I give you a little kiss?"
Before she could even decide (She wanted it, but
she shouldn't, but
she wanted it), the college student bent forward and
planted his lips
gently but firmly over Allison's mouth. He moved his
body forward,
pressing her against the wall, and she could feel the
entire length of
him pressed up against the entire length of her. His
hand came out and
took her by the chin, holding her head in place. His
mouth was open, she
could taste tobacco, or maybe dope, and then his
tongue was moving into
mouth.
The teenaged girl felt as if she was going to
faint. He was so
smooth, so romantic, she was having her first kiss at
her first real
party, and it wasn't gross or sloppy like some of her
friends talked
about. She felt his tongue in her mouth and it was
like that wet male
organ was moving right down her body, licking her
nipples, then licking
lower, at her special spot. Her nipples, which had
been stiff, now
throbbed, and she so did her her pussy. Oh God, she
thought, what's
happening, all of a sudden I'm so horny, I want this
boy, this Justin,
just keep kissing me and kissing me.
And he did. She threw her arms around his neck and
kissed back,
sucking his hot boy tongue into her own warm, wet
mouth, and she could
feel his hard-on pressing into the front of her,
grinding right up
against her crotch, and she wasn't that dumb or naive,
she knew just what
that was, but it felt so good, better than anything
had ever felt. She
knew it was wrong, knew it was a sin, but she moaned
into Justin's mouth,
and moved her pelvis just a little bit forward.
Suddenly there was a
hand, it had to be Justin's hand, and it was under the
hem of her skirt,
Nikki's little black miniskirt she had borrowed, and
the hand was lifting
the skirt up, and moving toward the front panel of her
underpants.
Allison knew they were in the middle of a room with
other people, she had
to put a stop to this, it was going too fast, but the
fingers brushed
against the inside of her thigh, and that felt sooooo
good, even though
it was just a little touch.. Then Justin pressed the
tip of his finger
against the front of her panties, hitting just the
right spot, just the
right amount of pressure, and her clitoris felt like
doing handsprings.
God, it felt so good!
"Stop!" she heard herself saying, breaking the
kiss. Some automatic
response had kicked in, years of strict Baptist
upbringing. It was a sin,
she was so sorry, God, so sorry, but it had felt so
good, no boy had ever
kissed her or touched her, and she wanted it. But
Justin, being a
gentleman, backed away.
"Sorry, babe," he said. "You're just so incredibly
fucking sexy, so
hot. I just lost it. I'll chill. So, do you ever
model?"
"Do I model?" Allison started to giggle. "No,
silly." But oh, just to
be asked such a question. "Kiss me again, but keep
your hands to
yourself, please."
"OK, Allison," and Justin locked lips with her
again.
Across the room, Nikki was talking to Kevin,
batting his hand away
from its constant attempts to get up her skirt. Her
eyes glowed when she
saw Justin's hand get under Allison's skirt, and even
though Allison had
pushed him away after a few seconds, the look on her
friend's face
afterward was priceless. This one would fall like a
ripe apple, Nikki
thought. She's ready to be plucked.
"Kevin, baby, you know our deal," Nikki whispered.
She didn't want the
Pope High boys hanging around for the game of Five
Minutes she had
planned; only the college boys had been briefed on the
tonight's special
set of rules. So Nikki had told Kevin that after a
couple of hours, he
would lead his little posse of friends out, promising
them he knew of an
even better party on the other side of town, one with
strippers possibly
doing gang bangs. It would be a gross betrayal of his
male friends by
Kevin, but Nikki had told him coldly that he would
never see, feel, taste
or smell her pussy again, let alone fuck it, unless he
did this for her.
There is nothing scarier than a 16-year-old girl
who has just
discovered the power of her own pussy.
Allison broke the kiss with Justin again. "Whoa,
sorry," she said, "I,
uh, I guess, I don't know..." she trailed off.
"You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen," Justin
told her. Allison
thought her knees were going to buckle.
"Hey, Justin, who's your new friend?" It was
another guy, this one
even taller.
"Hey, J.C., meet Allison," Justin said calmly.
"Hellooooooo, Allison," J.C. said in a smooth, deep
voice. "My, my,
you look good enough to eat. And it looks like Justin
here beat me to
dinner."
Allison swallowed, and didn't know what to say. One
boy kissing her,
another flirting with her, Lyle from school telling
her she looked good.
Her skin felt so hot, and she knew her face must be
flushed. She absent-
mindedly unbuttoned the second button on her blouse
(the first was
already unfastened), and both boys, without trying to
be too obvious,
peered down at the upper halves of Allison's creamy
white adolescent
breasts, which were heaving up and down.
"Would you like another beer, Allison?" asked J.C.
"Yeah, I'm a little warm."
"Warm? Baby, you're on fire!" J.C. said, but
flirtatiously, not nasty,
and Allison got a little rush.
"So where do you go to school?" she asked Justin
nervously when they
were alone again.
"Uh, we go to Southside," he lied smoothly. "We're
friends of Nikki's.
She invited us."
"Here ya go," J.C. said and thrust a cold Rolling
Rock into Allison's
hand. Grateful for the liquid, she gulped down several
swallows, fast.
The alcohol hit her stomach and increased the glow she
was feeling. Her
heart was pounding, and she felt so warm. Her pussy
was sending her brain
signals it had never received, and confusion and young
lust swirled
through Allison Witt like a windstorm. The beer, the
kissing, the
flirting, everything was just so overwhleming. She was
vaguely aware that
the front of her panties was wet, that she was
leaking, her steamy pussy
was opening up and trickling out its juice.
"See ya later, guys!" she heard Nikki call, and
heard the front door
close. The house was a little quieter suddenly.
"Kevin and his friends took off," said Nikki as she
sauntered over to
Allison, J.C. and Justin. The two young men ogled the
high school girl
openly, their eyes treating her like fresh meat. Her
breasts bounced
freely as she walked toward them, her blonde hair
bounced as well, and
every square inch of Nikki Roche was just a walking
16-year-old wet
dream.
"So which one do we get to do?" J.C. whispered to
Justin.
"I think it's the redhead I've been making out with
here," Justin
whispered back. "I've got her so wet you could wring
out her panties and
water your lawn." The two chuckled.
"What are you two boys whispering about?" Nikki
asked, hands on hips.
"We were just talking about what a couple of
fine-looking girls you
two are," said Justin. "I'd like to sprinkle sugar on
your nipples and
show you what a sweet tooth I've got."
An hour ago, Allison would have fled the room in
revulsion at such a
lewd comment. But this was the new Allison, older and
wiser (or so she
thought) and the lascvious come-on made her shiver.
She felt like someone
was twisting a corkscrew into her belly button.
"Later, big fella," Nikki said, and tickled him
under the chin with
her finger. "Hey Allison, like I was saying, Kevin and
his friends took
off, so the party's lost a little bit of steam. We're
all gonna go down
in the basement and play Five Minutes. Come on."
"What's Five Minutes?" Allison asked.
"You've never played? Oh. you'll love it. It's very
fun, and very
safe. It's like spin the bottle, except the guys and
girls take turns
going into the closet for a a little make-out session.
It kind of lets
everyone have a little fun with everyone else. And we
set a timer for
five minutes, and when the timer rings, you come out."
"Come here." Allison grabbed Nikki by the arm and
pulled her close.
She whispered fiercely: "You mean it's just a me and a
guy alone in a
closet? What if he rapes me or something?"
"Don't be an ass, Allison. We're all right outside
the door. And it's
only five minutes, which is like a safety valve so no
one gets too
carried away. And anyway, I saw you with Mr. Big Stud
over there, and you
were just about sucking his face off, and you loved
it!"
Allison blushed furiously, but her friend was
right. "Let's go," she
said.
"OK, everybody, we're heading down into the
basement!" Nikki called
out to the remaining guests. "Rikki, grab the
Schnapps. Come one, come
all!"
Three girls - Allison, Nikki and Rikki, headed
toward the basement
stairs, along with six guys - Justin, J.C., and their
friends Dale, Brian
and Chance. Of the nine people, eight knew what the
plan was. The ninth
was Allison Witt.
CHAPTER THREE
Musical Introduction:
"She's come undun/
She didn't know what she was headed for/
And when she found what she was headed for/
It was too late."
- "Undun," the Guess Who
The Roches' basement was large and nicely finished,
with shag
carpeting, panelled walls and sofas and chairs placed
throughout.
Allison had only been down here once before, and her
toes curled in
anticipation at what she was doing. She had already
attracted so much
male attention, and now she was going to play a
makeout game. She'd heard
of parties like this at school, and had always been
curious what they
were like. Now she was finding out!
She was, however, anxious from her hairline to her
toes. She sidled up
close to Nikki and confessed: "I'm a little nervous
here, Nik. I don't
even know these boys."
"That's what makes it so cool," Nikki replied
evenly. "If these were
boys from Pope, you'd be freaking out about your
reputation, babe. Now,
you can cut loose, have a little fun, and nobody will
know. These guys
will all go back to their other school, and you'll
finally have some
experience under your belt."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
The kids plopped down in chairs and onto the sofa,
and Rikki set the
bottles of Peppermint Schnapps on the coffee table.
Nikki went behind the
wet bar along one wall and brought out a kitchen timer
and a couple of
shot glasses, and set them beside the bottles.
"For anybody who hasn't played before" and she
glanced at Allison
quickly, "here's how we do Five Minutes. Each boy gets
a turn. He picks a
girl, and they go into the walk-in closet over there.
They can do
whatever is mutually agreeable between the two of
them, but let's not
make any babies, OK gang?" Everyone chuckled. We set
the timer here for
five minutes, and when it dings, you come out. Oh, I
almost forgot.
Before each couple takes their turn in the Magic
Closet, they each do a
shot of Schnapps. Helps keep your breath nice and
fresh.
"Cool!" said Justin.
"Let's do it," chorused the other boys.
"Justin, you want to get us started?" Rikki asked.
"Sure thing. Allison, how about it? Don't worry,
I'll be gentle!"
Everyone in the room laughed, but Allison felt that
feeling again, like
someone was twisting a corkscrew in her belly button.
Justin's look was
hard to read, a combination of kindness and a cocky
smirk. But she
couldn't back out now, she told herself, this was what
she had come here
for.
"I'd love to," she said demurely.
"Allllriiiiiiiight!" the guys all yelled, while
Rikki poured a measure
of Schnapps into each glass. Justin took his, and even
though Allison
didn't want to drink, she felt everyone's eyes on her.
She picked up the
shot glass, closed her eyes and poured it down her
throat.
OH GOD! she thought. It burned, so bad, she felt
like gagging,
spitting it out, it was going down her throat and
burning there, and then
it hit her stomach, and it was like getting punched in
the guy. She tried
to breathe and couldn't, and was starting to panic,
and then the intense,
overpowering feeling was over, and she could breathe.
She opened her
eyes. The bad feeling had been replaced by a warm glow
that was spreading
through her body. She suddenly felt happy.
Justin took Allison by the hand and led her into
the walk-in closet,
and closed the door. It was dark inside, which was
scary but also
heightened Allison's feeling of sampling forbidden
fruit. She heard Nikki
call out "Five minutes," and the Justin began to kiss
her.
She could taste the peppermint on his mouth, and on
his tongue, cause
his tongue was instantly in her mouth, filling it up.
His arms came
around her back and embraced her in a firm, loving
hug, and it felt so
good to be kissed and held like this. She pushed her
tongue out to meet
Justin's, and in seconds their tongues were mingling,
playfully, their
peppermint breath flowing back and forth. His hands
slid down to the back
of her skirt and cupped her asscheeks, and she thought
about pulling away
and telling him to stop, but that would mean breaking
the kiss, and she
didn't want to do that. First because he'd think she
was a baby or a
fraidy-cat, and second because the kiss was just so
beautiful.
The college student's hands gently cupped the
cheeks of Allison Witt's
tight firm butt through the miniskirt, slowly pulling
the skirt up as
part of the kneading action. She was vaguely aware
that something was
going on back there, but she was lost in the kiss, and
she just gave a
low, plaintive moan of lust that travelled directly
into Justin's mouth.
Then the back of her skirt was up to her waist, and
Justin's hands had
somehow gotten right onto her white cotton panties,
and he was rubbing
her ass through those panties, and she knew this was
wrong, wrong, wrong,
but it felt so very right. It was like his hands were
reaching right
through her, and her pussy was getting juicy again
just from having her
ass rubbed.
Outside in the basement rec room, Nikki adjusted
the volume know on
the stereo. "Are you sure this fucking thing is turned
on?" she asked
Chance.
"I hooked it up perfectly," Chance told her.
There's nothing for the
hidden mike in the closet to broadcast to us if they
don't say anything.
They're just sucking face big-time."
"But I wanted to get all this on tape," Nikki
pouted.
"Chill, sis," Rikki told her. The tape is rolling,
and the night is
young. You'll get your party tape yet, I'm sure."
The kids in the basement listened hard, and they
could hear some
suckling sounds, and shuffling. Then, clear as a bell,
they heard
Allison's voice.
"Oh God, Justin, that feels so good. I love kissing
you." Then more
silence. The kids all grinned and gave one another
thumbs ups all around.
"OK, Brian, you're next," Nikki whispered to a
dark-haired, beefy lad
of 20. "We have to keep it real and not have her
suspect anything, so
pick me or Rikki. Then Dale, you're after Brian, and
you go for Allison
again. She'll be drunk out of her mind as horny as a
mare in heat in no
time." Everyone laughed.
"Can't she hear us?" Chance asked.
"The closet isn't technically soundproof, but it's
pretty close," said
Nikki.
The timer rang, and Nikki punched a button on the
stereo, shutting off
the secret recording. "OK, come on out!" Nikki called.
After a delay of a
few seconds, Justin and Allison came out, arm in arm,
grinning from ear
to ear. Allison's skirt was hiked up a little, her
blouse was rumpled and
her lipstick was smeared, while the giant bulge in
Justin's pants was so
obvious that everyone snickered. Allison wore an
expression of zonked
bliss.
"Have a seat, guy," Rikki said. "Brian, you're up."
"And so are you, Rikki babe!"
They did their shots and headed for the closet, as
Nikki set the
timer.
Allison had sat next to Justin on the couch, and
was glad when he put
her arm around her. She snuggled into him, and soon he
was kissing her
ear lightly, then the side of her neck. Ohhhhh, she
thought, that feels
almost as good as tongue-kissing. She started getting
goose pimples and
squirming her sweet adolescent butt against the sofa
cushion. She
discovered that felt much better than she could have
imagined, as the
friction of her ass and thighs gently rubbed her moist
labia back and
forth against her clit. She was a smorgasbord of
sensations.
"You are so yummy," Justin whispered to the
increasingly horny girl.
"I'll be jealous if another guy takes you into the
closet, but I'll
understand. Just close your eyes and pretend it's me."
"OK, I will," Allison said. Nikki Roche watched
from across the room,
a smile of mischief playing across her face as she
watched her friend
getting more and more worked up from the alcohol and
the eroticism.
The timer rang. Nikki and Brian came out of the
closet, looking
flushed and happy.
"My turn!" shouted Dale.
"Down, boy," chided Nikki. "We got all night."
"I choose Allison, the red-headed goddess."
Allison blushed at the compliment, but was secretly
thrilled. She had
been chosen twice, and Nikki, who was always
considered one of the
hottest girls at Pope County, hadn't been chosen at
all! She hated to
leave Justin on the couch, but what the heck, she
thought. That's what
she was here for.
This time, the shot of Schnapps burned a little,
but not nearly as
much, and the glow seemed even more profound. She
could feel it all
over, like her body was in a beautiful bath and she
was floating. Dale,
whom she didn't even know, was taking her hand and
guiding her into the
closet, then closing the door.
"I meant that about you being a goddess," he
whispered to the
befuddled 16-year-old. "You are so beautiful. Your
body is incredible,
and you dress so sexy."
Allison didn't know what to say. "Thank you, kind
sir" was all she
managed.
Then Dale was pressing up against her, his mouth
sealed onto hers,
open and warm and inviting. She responded, feeling his
body heat and her
body heat and the alcohol all becoming one. He wasn't
Justin, but then
Justin wasn't really her boyfriend, she told herself,
just a guy she had
met a few hours before. Dale could be her boyfriend as
easily as Justin,
and he was so nice and paid her such compliments.
Dale's hands were running up and down her side. He
broke their kiss,
and moved his mouth down to her throat, kissing all
over her neck. Like
everything else tonight, this was also new to her, and
every patch of
skin he kissed and licked seemed to come alive. With
her mouth now free,
she started babbling softy, the love-talk that
millions have indulged in
over the years.
"Oh yes, kiss me there. That feels so good. Oh,
your mouth is so hot,
Dale. Oh yes, oh yes."
"Yes!" Nikki spat triumphantly in the basement rec
room, as Allison's
moans and pleadings came pouring out of the stereo
speakers. A cassette
tape turned, capturing it all.
Dale's hands were all over her body, up and down,
everywhere, just as
his mouth was on her neck and throat. He peeled back
the collar of her
blouse and kissed the tops of her shoulders, and
suddenly his fingers
were on the buttons of the tight white blouse. First
the top button came
undone, then the second, and he was kissing down,
across her collarbone,
licking at the sweet girl flesh, and she was swaying,
dizzy from the lust
and her booze. Her little pink clit was now completely
exposed, the hood
of flesh retracted, and she could feel her pussy
pulsing rhythmically
with blood flow.
"Oh you are so hot, so beautiful, you goddess, you
sweet thing
Allison," Dale whispered between kisses and licks, and
Allison responded,
"Yes, oh God yes, that is sooooo good." The third
button came unfastened
as if by magic, but really by the hands of Dale, who
had practiced on
many a sorority girl at college mixers over the last
two years. He was
starting to peel her shirt back to expose her breasts,
she knew what he
was doing and she didn't care, she'd let him kiss her
there, because her
nipples were so hard, they wanted to be kissed so bad,
they were ready
for him. she was ready for him.
"Time!" Nikki shouted as the timer rang.
"Shit!" Allison swore. God if her daddy could hear
her now. Actually,
if her daddy could see her now, she thought, the word
"shit" would be the
least of what would send him into a righteous Baptist
rage.
"Oh baby, I just get carried away with you," Dale
was saying, and
Allison was reluctantly buttoning herself back up,
except what was this?
The top three buttons were missing on her blouse! In
all the action,
they'd come off somehow.
"Dale, turn on the light! I'm missing buttons."
"I don't know where the switch is. And we got to
get out now, or
they'll come in."
"But my blouse is gonna be halfway undone."
"Oh, come on, we're playing Five Minutes. You think
that's the first
time that's happened?"
"I can't see anything."
Nikki called: "Hey, break it up, you two, or I'm
coming in after you!"
"Come on, we gotta go," Dale said, and he was
opening the closet door,
and Allison stepped out into the light and the stares
of everyone else.
With three buttons off her blouse, it was open halfway
down her chest,
and a good percentage of adolescent breasts were
clearly visible. Also,
since she wasn't wearing a bra, it was as obvious as
Justin's erection
had been that she was having some erections of her
own. Her nipples
punched the front of the blouse out as if she were
using her thumbs.
"Whoa! Way to go!" the boys cheered. Dale smiled
sheepishly, and
slipped the two buttons he had snapped off into his
pants pocket.
Allison, still clinging to a vestige of modesty,
tried to keep her
blouse closed with her right hand, but Dale took that
hand to lead her
over to the couch, and the sides of the blouse fell
away, almost
completely exposing her breasts to the horny college
boys. Nikki shot
them a stare, and they caught its meaning, and just
ogled without
commenting.
"Here, feel what you did to me," Dale whispered to
Allison on the
couch, and guided her right hand onto the tent of his
pants. Her hand was
on his hard-on before she knew what was happening, and
she jerked it
away, but he caught it and brought it to his mouth,
kissing her
fingertips.
"Don't you like the fact that you can do that to a
guy?" he whispered
smoothly.
"I don't know," Allison said, honestly, and started
squirming on the
couch again, rubbing her butt like a cat against a
post to transmit
friction up to her wetter and wetter virgin pussy.
"Chance's turn," Nikki said, and he chose Nikki. As
the two
disappeared into the closet, Dale leaned in again.
"You don't want to be
a tease, do you Allison?" he crooned.
"No. I don't know. It's not may fault you get that
way."
"Yeah, but I think you get that way too, Allison."
It was Justin,
leaning in from her other side. Not coincidentally, he
was able to get a
clear view of her entire right breast, all the way
down to the stiff pink
nipple, as her ravaged blouse gaped open.
"What do you mean?" Allison asked.
"Come on, girls get horny too. It's not exactly the
secret of the
ages. Aren't you feeling a little, uh, squirmy?"
"Well, yeah, I am, but come on guys, I'm not that
kind of girl. I'm
only doing this for Nikki."
Dale had his hand on her right thigh now, right at
the hem, as the two
young men worked over the squirming, slightly
inebriated girl on the sofa
between them. He pushed the hem up, a fraction of an
inch at a time, as
they both continued a gentle but relentless talk about
the nature of
horniness, both theirs and hers. Before she even knew
it, her skirt had
bunched up so high that the white panel of her panties
was plainly
visible. J.C. and Brian, sitting opposite the
debauched scene, watched
the white panties appear, and surreptitiously rubbed
the bulges in their
pants.
The timer suddenly rang, startling Allison.. She
pushed her skirt down
and pulled the hanging sections of her blouse
together. Golly, she'd had
no idea these parties were this hot.
Nikki and Chance came out, and it was J.C.'s
turn.He announced quickly
that his closet mate would be none other than Allison,
and the adolescent
was whipped through then process once again: another
shot of Schnapps
poured down her throat, led by the hand into the dark
closet, where J.C.
began kissing and rubbing her.
Every time it happened, she felt, her body just took
over. And it
seemed as if each time things started at a higher,
more intense level, or
maybe that was the booze, she wasn't sure. She wasn't
sure of anything,
except that J.C. felt every bit as good as the other
boys had, and tasted
every bit as nice, all minty and hot and needy. Her
blouse was somehow
wide apart and her breasts were naked and pressing
against his shirt, and
the weave of his shirt rubbed against those nipples
and made them
absolutely insane with desire.
She surprised herself when her voice said, "Kiss my
breasts, J.C.,
kiss my nipples, please suck them." Oh God, what was
she saying?
But then he was on his knees in front of her, and
her nipples were in
his mouth, and he was sucking, gently but insistently,
and she had never
felt anything so wonderful in her 16 years. Her
breasts felt huge, like
they were going to explode, they were pumped up with
hormones, all of her
pumped up and ready to explode. J.C.'s hands were
around her waist,
fingers on the zipper on the side of her miniskirt,
and suddenly, with no
warning at all, it was sliding down her bare thighs.
She grabbed down to
catch it and pull it back up, but it was too late, it
was gone, down to
her ankles, tangled in her shoes.
Then J.C. was kissing down, down her belly, until
his mouth was
pressed against the front of her panties. His breath
was so hot, and he
was kissing her there, right there on that spot where
she needed to be
kissed so bad, this was the best ever, her mind was
reeling, she was
dizzy, she couldn't believe how fast everything was
happening.
"Oh God Allison your pussy is so sweet!" J.C. said
and his voice
filled her head.
"Yes, kiss me there, kiss me kiss me, kiss my
pussy, my pussy!" she
cried out, scarcely believing what she was saying, so
fast, so fast, it
was all so fast.
There was a noise outside the door and a voice
yelling "Time!" and
J.C. was standing up. What had happened? She had lost
herself completely,
and now she had to get her skirt up, but when she got
it up she couldn't
get it zipped.
For the second time in 10 minutes she was begging
for a light to be
able to see what she was doing. J.C. found a cord
dangling overhead and
pulled it, flooding the closet with the harsh light of
a bare bulb. The
first thing Allison was aware of was a mattress on the
floor, a few feet
back in the spacious closet. Then she kept trying to
zip her skirt, and
it wouldn't zip. "Shit, shit, shit," she muttered, and
she knew, with a
sinking feeling, the zipper was broken.
"My zipper's broken," she said softly.
"Oh, man, that's a drag," said J.C., with a
convincing display if
sympathy. "You can't go out wearing that, can you?"
"No, of course not," said Allison. The skirt would
no more stay around
her waist than if it was a band of plain fabric. It
would fall to the
floor as soon as she took two steps.
"Here's something, wear this," J.C. said, and
pulled a white nightgown
off a hook on the back wall. It appeared to be the
only article of
clothing in the nearly empty space.
"I can't wear that!" she squeaked.
"It's this or the dress!"
"If you're not out by the time I count five, I'm
opening this door,"
Nikki warned, and the knob began to turn.
Poor Allison had no choice. "Turn around," she
ordered J.C., still
clinging to the remaining shreds of modesty. He
gallantly did so, and she
stripped off the damaged blouse, stepped out of the
skirt, and pulled the
nightie quickly over her head.
The gown (left there, of course, by Nikki) came
down to only a few inches below her crotch, which was
still covered by her panties, large
damp spot and all. It was low cut, so that her heaving
young breasts were
almost halfway visible. And it was almost opaque,
becoming see-through in
the right light. Allison didn't know that last part
yet, of course. She
only knew she had to have something on that she
wouldn't have to hold in
place and that covered her up. Maybe she could get
upstairs and change
back into her regular clothes. Yes, that's what she
would do.
Nikki flung the door open. "Damn girl! Get a little
too hot in that
other outfit?" The rec room rocked with tipsy
laughter, and a wave of
humiliation washed over Allison. They were all staring
at her in this
flimsy little nightie. She stepped out into the room,
nipples poking out,
the dark stain of her pussy juice on the front of her
panties clearly
visible to the college boys.
J.C. took her hand and gave her a twirl, like a
dancer. She spun
without even thinking, and the nightie flared up
almost to her waist,
showing off her wet panties for the enjoyment of all.
She had to find a way to get upstairs and get into
some decent
clothing, she thought.
But J.C. was leading her to a beanbag chair and a
hand was pressing
down on her shoulder. She tipped backward and landed
with a splat on her
ass deep in the beanbag, her knees wide apart, the
leering college boys
all gaping and hooting at the drunk and increasingly
confused high school
virgin.
CHAPTER FOUR
Musical Introduction:
"God, it's so painful when something that's so
close/
Is still so far out of reach/
Oh yeah, alright,/
Take it easy, baby/
Make it last all night/
She was an American girl."
-- "American Girl" by Tom Petty
Allison tried to get up out of the beanbag chair,
but she was sunk so
far back into it that it was difficult. She realized
the boys were all
looking straight up between her legs and she was
putting on quite a show,
but she found that when she clamped her knees together
it was impossible
to get up.
"Hey Allison, I like the new look!" Brian
called out, and the boys
laughed, as did Nikki and Rikki. She blushed
furiously. Here she had
wanted so badly to be attractive for these boys, and
now they were
mocking her.
"Hey, we're only kidding, sweetie!" Justin tried to
re-assure her.
"You know you're the sexiest female in this game."
"Hey!" Rikki said crossly, and punched her
friend on the arm.
She had to get upstairs and get into some
decent clothes, Allison
thought. This whole game was spinning out of control.
On top of that, she
really needed to pee, she realized, which gave her an
idea. She'd go
upstairs to use the bathroom, and change into the
clothes she'd worn over
here quickly, then re-join the game. They'd make fun
of her for being so
modest, but at least she wouldn't feel so vulnerable.
But first she had to get up. Steeling herself,
she planted her feet
apart on the floor, reached back with her hands to
lift herself out of
the beanbag, and pushed. Putting her arms back thrust
her breasts
forward, and her erect little nipples prodded the thin
cotton nightie as
the boys all ogled her shamelessly. Then she was on
her feet, and
realized something else: She was barefoot. Somehow in
the closet, in
stripping off the ruined dress, she'd shed her shoes
as well. Oh well,
that was the least of her worries.
"I gotta go to the bathroom," she announced to the
room, and found
herself swaying a bit. She was drunk, she realized,
drunk from those
shots of Schnapps. How many had she had? She wasn't
sure. But with
effort, she walked toward the basement stairs, swaying
slightly, trying
to maintain her dignity.
"Hurry back!" Nikki called. "We need you to
keep playing!"
"I'll just be a minute," the tipsy schoolgirl
answered.
Up the stairs, onto the Roches' first floor.
Her clothes were
upstairs, but there was a half bath on this floor. She
trotted toward it,
the urgency of her full bladder getting more and more
pronounced. She
burst into the bathroom.
"Buster!" she cried, seeing the Roches' German
Shepherd curled up
asleep on the tile floor. They must have locked him in
here to keep him
away from the guests, she thought. "Get out of here,
boy. Go on!"
Buster got up,. wagging his tail. Before she
knew what hit her, the
dog's wet nose was poking right into her crotch!
"No, Buster! Leave me alone!" She knew that Buster,
like all dogs, had
a strong affinity for crotch sniffing, but this was
the last thing she
needed right now.
Buster kept his nose right where it was, sniffing
wildly. The Shepherd
whined in his throat, the sexual smell coming off of
Allison's young
pussy registering on his doggy brain. He would check
this smell out no
matter what!
Allison tried to push the dog's head away, but it
was as if he was
glued in place. She could feel his breath on the wet
spot on her panties,
could feel his nose pressing right against her clit,
which was not alert
to any stimulation at all. To her horror, she felt
herself getting even
wetter. It wasn't her fault, her body was betraying
her. She was
overstimulated, all that fondling and kissing with
those boys, she had
never felt like this.
Buster pressed his advantage, whining and
jamming his pointy nose
forward over and over. Oh, it felt so good, Allison
thought, and she
started to lean back against the sink and let the
doggie nose do what her
body wanted done: to make her cum.
"No!" she wailed, and pushed the dog away
firmly. This was too sick,
just way too sick, she had to get a grip, had to pee
and get changed. She
staggered to the toilet, peeled down her damp
underpants and sat down.
But Buster wouldn't leave her alone. No sooner were
her panties down
around her ankles and the urine starting to flow - oh,
blessed relief,
the feeling of peeing while drunk! - then the dog
leaned down and began
sniffing her juicy white underpants. In a flash, he
had them gripped in
his jaws and was tugging on them.
"Oh shit!" the young girl yelled. "Let go, dammit!
Come on Buster,
leave me alone." But Buster had a lock on her panties,
and was pulling.
The last drops of pee were flowing out when to her
horror, the panties
ripped in half. Buster scooted backwards, a large
scrap of white cotton
in his mouth; the remainder fell to the floor between
her feet.
Allison almost felt like crying. The panties had
been the last item of
apparel that had been truly hers. Now all she had was
this flimsy little
wisp of a nightgown that she normally wouldn't have
even worn in the
privacy of her room all alone, but which was now all
she had between her
a bunch of horny boys who wanted to grope her. And as
much as part of her
wanted to grope back and be groped, she had to get
back into her real
clothes. She wiped herself, cursed Buster again, and
opened the door.
"Hey, Allison! We were just about to knock!"
There stood J.C. and
Justin, right in the doorway.
:"You were gone kind of a long time, and Nikki said
to come get you
and bring you back down for the rest of the game."
She was temporarily stunned, and the alcohol
fogging her brain
didn't help. She tried to stammer out an excuse to get
away and go
upstairs and get into her decent clothes, but
everything she thought of
sounded wimpy. Any way she turned she would be
embarrassed.
"Come on, Nikki said time's a wasting!" They moved
onto each side of
her and gallantly took her arms, like gentlemen
escorting a lady,
although Allison was aware that they each had a firm
grip on her forearm
and they were moving her purposefully back toward the
basement.
"But I, uh, listen guys, really, I ..." she
stuttered nervously.
"Naw, Nikki will be pissed if you're not back right
away," Justin told
her. "We've already gone through two turns, and so
you're up next." There
were the stairs, and she was moved ahead of the boys,
and she was walking
down the stairs, barefoot, still in the nightie, and
now even her panties
were gone. She was naked under the lingerie, and would
be going back into
the closet in a few seconds with one of these guys.
"Hey, welcome back!" the kids in the basement
all cheered. "Come on,
it's Dale's turn!"
"I pick Allison," Dale said. Rikki poured out two
more shots of
Schnapps.
The beleaguered girl felt she had to get
things back on course.
"Listen, guys, I think I've already had too much to
drink. Is it OK if I
skip the Schnapps?"
"Ooh, that's against the rules," Nikki said, a
tone of mockery in
her voice. "But if it's OK with Dale, I guess that's
what matters."
Allison looked at Dale, a pleading look in her
beautiful eyes.
"Sure, you can skip it, Allison," he told her.
"But in return for me
doing you a favor, maybe you can do me a favor."
"Oooooooh," the room chorused.
"What do you mean?" Allison asked nervously.
"Come on," was all Dale answered. He downed
his shot, took her by
the hand, led her into the closet and shut the door
firmly.
"Kiss me," he said, and Allison leaned forward
and began kissing the
college student. Soon his hands were rubbing her body
through the
nightgown, and she felt the familiar fire burning in
her loins. His hands
were on the hem of the nightie, lifting it up to her
waist, and then they
weer rubbing were, in front and behind, one hand on
her ass and the other
on her pussy. The alcohol was still making her sway
slightly, and she
leaned into her partner, moaning. She could feel his
hard-on in his
pants, poking into her belly. It felt so big, and she
wasn't sure if it
was just her imagination, but it felt like it was
radiating heat.
"God, you make me so horny," Dale told the
confused teen. "You're
gonna give me blue balls."
She knew what that meant; she'd heard girls
talking about it at
lunch.
"It's's not good for a guy, Allison. It's not
fair. You're so
pretty, and so hot, and you've teased me and gotten me
all excited." His
hand had left her pussy, and she heard the sound of
his zipper, and then
suddenly there it was, her first cock, huge and hard
and throbbing, right
there between them. She didn't know what to do. A part
of her was
curious, wanted to touch it, but she knew it was
wrong.
"Touch it, Allison, put your hand on it." He
guided her hand, and
then she was touching him, touching her first boy's
penis, she thought.
The hand on her ass slipped around and started working
on her wet pussy.
A finger found her clit, so moist and pink and
throbbing with desire, and
he began to rotate his fingertip against the slippery
little nub.
"Oh God!" Allison exclaimed. "Oh! OHHHH! The
way you're touching me.
Oh yes, keep touching me like that!"
(Out in the basement, Rikki and Nikki exchanged
high fives and big
grins, as Allison's horny ejaculations were broadcast
into the room and
recorded on the tape.)
"Move your hand on me, sweetheart," Dale
ordered. She felt as though
she were hypnotized, as if she had no choice, this was
all happening
somehow beyond her will, as she gripped the young
man's hot shaft and
began pumping it up and down.
"Oh, yes, Allison!" he yelped. "Just like
that! Pump me, baby, pump
me!"
"Oh God," the sweet virgin countered. "Touch
me, touch me, touch me,
oh yesssss."
"Oh, Allison, I'm gonna cum," Dale said
suddenly. "You've got to
take me in your mouth." And his hand was pressing on
top of her pretty
red hair, not meanly but firmly, and since this was
happening outside her
will somehow, it was OK for her to obey him, to sink
to her knees. Her
bare knees touched the cold closet floor as she knelt
in front of Dale,
her face level with his crotch. His erection bobbed
right there, inches
from her nose, its head swollen and purple, its piss
slit like a giant
eye staring at her. She had never seen a penis before,
and it was
mesmerizing as it bobbed up and down slightly.
"Open your mouth, baby, that's a good girl.
Open up." Allison
obeyed, and then the head was in her mouth, sliding
over her tongue. It
tasted musky and tangy and a little salty, not bad at
all really, as the
head slid toward the back of her throat. The bottom of
his cock shaft
dragged over her pink little tongue, and it was so
nasty what she was
doing, so forbidden, and yet it thrilled her, it was
exciting. She was
scarcely aware that her right hand had strayed down to
her crotch and was
rubbing her clit in circles, trying to give herself
her first orgasm.
"Suck it, Allison, suck on it, please, ohh
baby," the college man
groaned, thrusting his hips forward. She sucked on it,
like it was a
lollipop, and when he pulled back a little so that the
head was poised
over her tongue, she licked it, which caused Dale to
shudder and call her
name out over and over.
"Oh, Allison, Allison baby, I'm gonna cum
now!" Suddenly, the giant
cock ramming her mouth seemed to explode, and hot
sticky fluid was
pouring into her mouth and down her throat. It was
choking her, and she
pulled her head back as the cock spat out its greasy
spray of semen.
Her mouth popped off the end of Dale's cock,
but it continued to
spurt. A string of white jism hit her on the forehead,
then another went
into her eye, and another, and some landed on her
chin. She couldn't pull
her head back anymore because Dale was still grabbing
her head, and she
had to just let the cum splatter all over her face.
Through it all, her
hand never stopped rubbing her pussy, as she got
closer and closer to the
relief she so desperately craved.
Dale's cum was icky, her brain was registering
that much, something
major and gross had happened, but nearly all her
attention was on her
pussy and clit now. Her red pubes were soaked with her
own sticky juices,
and as she swallowed the load Dale had shot into her
mouth, she called
out, "Oh yessss, oh yesssss!"
The timer went off in the next room, and Nikki
yelled, "Time, guys!
Five minutes!" It had actually been nine minutes,
Nikki carefully
listening to the action in the closet and manipulating
the timer. The
blonde teen's eyes glittered with lust and revenge.
"Shit, come on, Allison, we gotta get out of here!"
Dale said.
Allison surfaced as if from a dream, coming
back to reality. She
stood up, and her legs were shaking like a newborn
calf. Her heart was
hammering, and her pussy was on fire, so close to
cumming and yet so far,
she wanted to so badly, but Dale was telling her to
hurry up, and Nikki
was yelling at her. She had Dale's sperm all over her
face and dripping
down into her cleavage. Gotta wipe this off, everybody
will know she
thought. The closet was dark, though, and when she had
seen it with the
light on, there hadn't been anything to use as a rag.
"Use your nightie. Here, let me help," Dale
said, and he lifted the
hem of her nightie to her face She was completely
nude to him now from
her toes to her chin, exposing all of her young virgin
charms, but it was
dark and she didn't care, he was helping her wipe the
sperm off.
"I'm coming in there, guys!" Nikki yelled.
Dale wiped the sperm off
and opened the door as Allison's nightgown fluttered
back down over her
pussy, which was now gaping open and red with desire.
The light hit her hard. She was so befuddled, her
brain was swimming
in the booze and the hormones and conflicted feelings
of her old morality
and her urges, and she walked unsteadily out into the
basement. Everyone
was looking at her, exchanging glances. The guys were
smirking, as if
they knew what had happened in there, that she had
sucked a boy's penis
for the first time in her 16 years.
She plopped down in a chair next to Nikki,
holding on to the bottom
of the nightie to keep it down as much as possible.
Even doing that, it
rode up, and she clamped her knees together so the
others couldn't see
her naked pussy. It was more important now than even,
cause she could
feel how wet and open she was. They wouldn't just be
seeing her pubic
hair, they'd be able to see everything, like one of
those horrible
magazines they sold in convenience stores where the
women had their legs
spread.
"Time out, guys!" Nikki called. "Allison, come
here a sec," and
Nikki grabbed her "friend" by the arm and yanked her
out of the chair.
The others waited patiently, knowing this was all just
part of Nikki's
plan, most of which she had explained to them.
The short blonde steered the tall redhead into
a corner of the
basement. "Allison, I know this is embarrassing, but I
don't want you to
make a fool of yourself. You've got cum on your lips.
You look like one
of those 'Got Milk?' ads, girl!"
Without thinking, Allison licked her lips,
just as she would have is
Nikki had told her she had chocolate on her mouth. She
tasted the salty
flavor of Dale's sperm on her tongue again, and
thought she would die of
embarrassment. She looked down, and her nightgown was
streaked with big
wet spots where Dale had wiped his jism off her. The
wet spots made the
nightie practically transparent, although at this
point, Allison thought,
it hardly mattered, because she had almost no modesty
left.
"Nikki, I feel so weird. Part of it's the drinking,
but all that
making out with the guys has made me really, really
horny. I feel like
I'm gonna die if I don't, uh, you know." She couldn't
bring herself to
actually say it.
"Cum?" Nikki asked, looking Allison in the eye.
"Don't be embarrassed,
I know what it feels like. All girls do when they
start having sexual
experimentation and petting and stuff. It's natural."
"But it's like I'm on fire," Allison pleaded.
"What can I do?"
"There's only one thing to do, girlfriend. You
gotta tell the boy
what you want. Be direct. Be explicit. Like, do you
want him to use his
finger or his mouth?"
"I don't know, Nikki, I don't know. Which one
do you, uh, you know,
recommend?"
"Definitely the mouth. Having a guy go down on
you will send you
into orbit in just a few minutes if he knows what he's
doing. I recommend
Justin, since I think you kind of like him and he kind
of likes you. And
he looks like he's eaten his share of pussy!"
"Nikki!" Allison hissed. Again, the innocent
schoolgirl blushed,.
her face turning bright scarlet. But she also, without
even being aware
of it, was squeezing her naked thighs together
rhythmically while she
stood there talking to Nikki, keeping a constant
on-off, on-off pressure
going on her hungry little clit. It felt so good, she
had to keep doing
it.
"Don't be a baby!" Nikki shot back. "You wanted to
play with some
boys, and I told you I'd set it up. Well, this is how
girls and boys play
together. What did you think, we we're gonna have a
Monopoly marathon?
Now get over there and get Justin to eat your pussy,
girl!"
Allison turned to go back, but Nikki grabbed her
again. "Oh, and
listen. This shouldn't come as a shock to you, since
it looks like you've
already tasted the one-eyed trouser snake. But you've
got to give a
little to get a little. Know what I mean?"
"I know," Allison sighed.
The two high school girls re-joined the group.
"Allison has a
special request," Nikki announced. "She'd like to skip
Justin to the head
of the line and have a special session."
"Whoooooooaaaaaaa!" went the college boys,
punching each other on
the shoulder. "Go, Justin, go!"
Justin grinned broadly, got up from the sofa and
took Allison by the
hand. She followed meekly, but with a sense of
anticipation. She was so
horny, and all she had to do was ask, and Justin would
do it. And since
they'd be in the closet, alone in the dark, no one
else had to know. He'd
be a gentleman and not blab, she thought.
With the door shut, she whispered to the tall
boy: "Justin, I want
you to do something for me. I want you to , to, to..."
She couldn't make
herself say it. Sixteen years of strict religious
upbringing was battling
against the last two hours of alcohol and unleashed
pussy power, and it
was a battle royal, with poor Allison the loser.
"I know what you want, honey," Justin told her
sweetly. "Do you want
to have an orgasm? Do you want me to give you one?"
"Oh yes, Justin, yes, please!"
"So just ask me."
"Justin, will you..." Allison Witt paused,
took a breath, made
herself say it. "Will you give me an orgasm?"
"Of course I will, you sweetie," he said. "And will
you give me one?"
She had to, she thought, she had no choice. "Yes."
Outside in the basement, Nikki grinned. The
cassette tape was getting
it all down. What fun it was going to be to play this
for Allison's good-
goody church friends. Maybe she could even blackmail
the bitch, threaten
to send her parents and her pastor a copy if Allison
didn't do what she
wanted! The possibilities were delicious.
Justin led the trembling virgin to the mattress,
and told her to lie
on her back. He stripped off his pants and underpants,
and climbed over
her in the classic 69 position. "It's as natural as
can be, baby," he
told her. "People have been doing this for thousands
of years. Just take
me in your mouth." He lowered his crotch toward her,
and for the second
time that night Allison Witt opened her lips and let a
boy's's penis
slide into the moist cavity of her mouth. As she was
starting to suck
him, she felt him pull the nightie up over her waist,
exposing her
vagina. Then his mouth was there, fastened on her, and
she was in heaven.
Justin began pumping downward into the warm welcome
of Allison's
mouth. She remembered how Dale had told her to pump
with her hand, and
she reached up with both hands and encased the boy's
massive rod. She
slid her hands up and down the length of the shaft as
Justin thrust
himself into her willing young mouth. But she was
doing it almost on
automatic pilot, as all her being was focused on the
amazing feelings
radiating from her pussy. Justin's rough tongue was
licking at her clit,
and the little button was slick with her own juices
and his saliva. She
was in ecstasy, and began thrusting her own pelvis up
to meet his mouth.
She moaned loudly and made a sound like
"Uhhhhh-huhhhhhhhh" as she felt
her climax finally approaching.
But the Justin was under strict instructions to cum
as quickly as
possible, and even though he wanted to delay, to spend
forever with his
hard-on in this sweet little girl's mouth, he had made
a deal tonight. So
there was no delaying for him. He felt his balls ride
up in his scrotum,
and his cock swell with the pressure of impending
orgasm. He lifted his
head from Allison's sopping pussy.
"Oh, Allison, I'm gonna shoot, baby! Just hold it
in your mouth.
Swallow it down, baby, take it all down!"
"Just don't stop!" she responded, so loudly
that the eavesdroppers
in the next room didn't even need the hidden mike to
hear her. "Please
don't stop!" Then she clamped her lips back on
Justin's pulsing erection
just as he began to cum. The college boy's jism shot
out in huge globs,
straight into the back of her mouth. It ran down her
throat, and she
swallowed and swallowed as fast as she could, the
mechanism of her
swallowing milking his prick deliciously.. He roared
like a bull, and the
roar went right into her pussy as his tongue worked
away at the writhing
youngster.
Allison swallowed the last of the boy's semen, the
second load she had
taken. She pulled her mouth away and began to babble.
"Ohh yessss, that's
right, do me do me do me fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!!!" She
was out of her
mind, her head whipping back and forth, her beauitful
red hair flying and
carressing Justin's muscular thighs as they straddled
her head. She
teetered on the brink, so close, so close, almost
there, just keep going,
she thought, keep going, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck....
"DING!" went the timer. "Time!" yelled Nikki. "Come
on out, guys, it's
someone else's turn."
The horrible news penetrated Allison's sexual
fever. "No!" she cried
out. "No! I need more time! More time!"
"Sorry!" Nikki yelled through the closed door.
"Come on, those are
the rules!"
"Fuck you!" Allison yelled. The demure, scared
little Baptist was like
a raging demon.
The doorknob to the closet turned, and light
flooded the dark room.
There lay Allison Witt on her back on the mattress,
her semen-stained
nightie bunched up below her heaving tits, her legs
splayed wide open,
pussy juice and saliva gleaming on her thighs. "Holy
shit!" shouted
Nikki, pretending to be surprised.
Everyone froze: Allison laying there, panting,
seconds away from the
orgasm she so desperately craved; Justin on his hands
and knees, his cock
still semi-hard and dangling over the girl's anguished
face; Nikki at the
door, and everyone else pressing forward to get a good
look at this
schoolgirl's humiliation.
Just then there was a loud noise at the top of the
stairs.
"What the hell's going on down there?" boomed a
loud male voice.
"Oh, fuck!" Nikki blurted. "It's daddy!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Musical Introduction:
"Can it be/
Yes it could/
Somethin's coming/
Something good/
Maybe tonight."
-- From "West Side Story," lyrics by Stephen
Sondheim
Larry Roche was down the stairs before anyone knew
what was happening.
He had a clear view through the open door of the
closet of the young
girl, nearly naked, her legs spread wide, laying on a
mattress, with a
pantsless boy on top of her. He recognized the girl as
Allison Witt, a
friend of Nikki's, but had never seen the boy.
The Roche's basement reeked of Peppermint Schnapps
and some other odor
that was hard to place exactly, something strong and
musky and elemental.
Teenaged hormones, Larry Roche thought to himself.
Nikki quickly slammed the closet door. "Daddy,
what are you doing
here?" she squeaked. "I thought you and Mama weren't
going to be home
till after midnight."
"I got a call on my cell phone at the party," the
elder Roche
explained. "Aunt Greta was sick, so I drove Mama over
to take care of
her. I told her I'd come back here and pick up her
things in case she
needed to spend the night. When I got in the house, I
called for you
guys, but no one answered. So I started looking
around, and this is what
I find: A GOD-DAMNED DRUNKEN ORGY!" he yelled.
"Daddy, I'm sorry, it's not the way it looks!"
"Of course it's the way it looks! I'm not an
idiot! We said you
could have a party, but no alcohol. I guess I should
have added no kids
having sex in the basement!
"And you!" he wheeled on Rikki. "You were supposed
to chaperone! And
you're part of all this! What the hell were you
thinking?"
"I'm sorry, I'm really, really, sorry!" Rikki
wailed.
Roche strode to the closet, and the kids cowered,
getting out of his
way. He flung open the door to find Allison now
standing, trying to
smooth her nightie down to cover herself, and Justin
frantically zipping
up his fly.
"I, uh, I gotta go," Justin said, looking at the
ground.
"You're damn right you gotta go, pal. You and
buddes get the hell out
of here. Nikki and Rikki, you girls stay here and
clean up this mess. As
for you" - he glared at Allison -- "what would your
parents say if they
saw you like this?" he thundered.
"I don't know," she mumbled.
"Well, let's find out. Come with me, Miss Witt. I'm
taking you home
right now."
"Please, Mr. Roche, please don't do that." Allison
was shaking; half
with fear and half with unsatisfied lust.
"Have you been drinking?"
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry," the girl murmured.
"Go get in the car!"
"Can I please go change into my clothes?"
"Absolutely not! Your parents get to see you
exactly the way I found
you, young lady!" He took Allison by the arm and led
her up the stairs
and out to the garage, where his red Corvette was
parked.
As soon as the kids in the basement heard the
door to the garage
close, Nikki and Rikki turned to each other. "We are
so fucking dead,"
Nikki moaned.
"You're even fucking deader than I am," Rikki
shot back. "This was
all your idea, and I'll get you back if it's the last
thing I do, Nikki
Roche."
"Hey, ladies, can the catfight," Brian
blurted. "How far is it from
here to Allison's house?"
"About 10 minutes," answered Nikki.
"So that's 20 minutes round trip. He looked at
the other guys. Dale
and Justin, you guys got what was promised. Me and
Chance and JC didn't
get what we were supposed to get tonight. Rikki, you
told us if we played
along with your little sister's game we'd all get blow
jobs. Now there's
three of us here with a major case of blue balls, and
we've got 20
minutes before Daddy comes home. So how about it?"
"Don't look at me, guys," Rikki shot back. "This
was all Nikki's idea.
Anybody who's owed a blow job, she's your girl." She
turned away from her
little sister and started gathering up the bottles and
glasses.
"No way!" shouted Nikki. "It was supposed to
be Allison. We were
gonna keep her from cumming until she'd blown all of
you."
"But it didn't work out like that, you little
cunt," Chance said
with an edge of menace in his voice. "Now quit wasting
time. We got 20
minutes. You can do it willingly, or we can do it
rough, with two guys
holding you while we each take a turn on your little
slut mouth. Or, if
blowjob aren't your thing, I'm sure that little twat
of yours would do
just fine stretched around my dick. Can you say
gang-bang, baby? What's
it gonna be?"
"Come on, sis," said Rikki over her shoulder.
"You got no choice."
The three boys advanced on Nikki, unzipping
their flies. The
adolescent girl, who'd only had sex once in her life,
looked around
frantically, and realized there was no choice. She
choked back tears, and
sank to her knees on the basement floor.
Chance reached her first, his erection jutting
out from his pants.
"Open wide, sweetie, I'm gonna tickle your tonsils
with this mother." And
he jammed his cock into Nikki's mouth as a tear
trickled down her cheek.
The college boy began roughly fucking the high school
girl's mouth, while
JC and Brian stood in line behind him, stroking their
own hard dicks,
ready to take their turns.
"Guess this didn't turn out quite the way you
planned, huh, Nikki?"
Brian chortled.
"Hey, man, don't bother her when her mouth was
full!" cracked J.C.,
and they all laughed cruelly at the little girl on her
knees, breathing
through her nose because her mouth was stuffed full of
throbbing dick.
Larry Roche turned his Corvette into the Witts'
driveway. For the
entire drive, Allison had sat in the bucket seat next
to him the whole
way back, sniffling back tears. She had come down a
little a bit from her
near-orgasm, but only a little. Her heart was still
pounding, her skin
still beautifully flushed a deep pink, her nipples
still hard little
nubbins. Without even realizing it, she continued to
squeeze her thighs
together, trying to stimulate her clit, and she
scooted back on forth
slightly on the rich leather seat, just as she had on
the couch in the
basement, trying to keep the feeling alive in her
tingly little pussy.
For his part, Larry had had trouble keeping his
eyes on the road. He
was a pillar of his community, a married man who would
not normally dream
of taking advantage of an underaged girl, let alone
one of his daughter's
friends. But Allison Witt had obviously been through
something tonight,
and he could sense her overwhelming horniness
radiating off her in waves.
His dick, of its own accord, had started pulsating in
his pants early in
the ride, and now was moving toward serious wood.
The Witts house was dark. Mr. Roche and young
Allison got out of the
car, and rang the bell. No answer. Allison fumbled
under a rock next to
the porch and pulled out the family's hidden housekey.
In seconds, they were standing in the dark
entry. No one was home.
"Looks like you dodged a bullet, Allison," the
older man said. "At
least they won't see you drunk and wearing that
obscene scrap of
clothing, stained with God-knows-what. But you know
I'll have to tell
them what happened."
"Please, Mr. Roche, I beg you, please don't
tell on me. They'll kill
me, they really will," the scared youngster pleaded.
"I'm sorry, Allison, I have to."
The words tumbled out of her mouth before she
even realized what was
happening. It was the booze, it was the confusion, it
was the fear. Most
of all, it was that feeling between her legs.
"I'll let you fuck me if you won't tell, Mr.
Roche." As soon as she
said it, she couldn't believe it, and she blushed.
"You'll what?" he asked. He couldn't believe
it. Allison Witt was
such a straight-arrow!
"Don't make me ask again, Mr. Roche" She was
trembling so bad, like
she was freezing cold, and out of kindness, out of
reflex, he moved
toward her to put his arms around her, to warm her up.
Instantly the 16-
year-old girl and the 44-year-old man were in a
passionate embrace, their
bodies pressed together, their mouths locked, their
tongues probing.
Allison felt her clit springing back to life, and also
felt her friend's
father poke her with a colossal hard-on through his
pants.
"Oh God, Mr. Roche, take me, do me, please,
God, I want you so bad.
I want you to fuck me, fuck me!" She was beyond
caring, beyond shame,
awash in the passion of the moment.
The older man grabbed the bottom of the
nightie, and lifted it up,
up, up over her belly, her tender breasts, her head.
She lifted her arms,
the nightie went up, and then she was naked, utterly
naked, and she was
back in his arms. He picked her up, easily, and
carried her up the
stairs.
"I've had a vasectomy, so I'm safe. Which room
is yours?" he said,
his voice tight, his erection pounding.
"Right here," she said.
Larry Roche threw Allison Witt down on her own
bed, stripped off his
clothes, and knelty between her widespread legs. The
girl was still
shaking like a leaf in a storm, but Larry Roche knew
what she wanted.
Society normally frowns on a middle-aged man
popping the cherry of a
16-year-old girl, and rightly so. But if they are both
willing, it can be
a beautiful thing. A man of that age, if he's the
right sort of man, has
learned how to please a woman, and will be as
interested in her pleasure
as is his own. The girl's first time will be with a
tender, experienced
lover, someone willing to take it slow, and not some
young buck so
blinded by his own instinct to rut that he pops in and
pops off in 90
seconds.
So Larry Roche knew what to do. He lowered himself,
so that the
underside of his cock rested against her clit. God,
she was so wet and so
hot. He forced himself not to enter her yet, but began
to saw his prick
back and forth, slowly, teasingly, rubbing it against
her clit.
Allison nearly went berserk. "Oh God yes,
that's what I want!" she
screamed. She looked up at the older man bent over
her, and saw that he
was not like the boys in the basement, that he was
there to give her
nothing but ecstasy. The sensitive glans of his cock,
now wet with her
wetness, slid back and forth, back and forth, back and
forth, and finally
Allison was there, where she'd wanted to be for hours.
She exploded in the first orgasm of her life,
gripping Roche's
shoulders, digging her nails in, thrusting her hips
up, screaming like an
air-raid siren. As her orgasm peaked, Larry Roche drew
back and speared
his cock all the way home into the teenager's virgin
pussy. Even though
it was her first time, she was so stimulated, so wet
and open, that he
sank right in, and began to fuck her in earnest.
Allison's pussy spasmed repeatedly, as wave after
wave of pleasure
washed over her. She felt the prick inside her begin
to swell as Larry
Roche approached his own orgasm.
As Daddy began to pump his seed into young Allison,
his daughter,
Nikki, was opening wide for her third cock in 15
minutes. Her lips were
chapped, and her jaw ached from having been forced
open for so long. The
boys had been nasty and vengeful, grabbing her by the
hair as they poked
her mouth, pulling her hair. The four who weren't
getting their dicks
sucked made crude jokes and laughed at her, called her
a worthless slut
and a stupid cunt. Her knees hurt. One last load of
sperm to go, she
thought, and then I'm done. I hope Daddy doesn't come
home too soon and
find me.
But Larry Roche had gone downstairs after
fucking Allison and found
a note from her parents. They'd been called away
unexpectedly, and
wouldn't be back until the next morning. He headed
back upstairs for
round two with Allison Witt. She was waiting there for
him, naked, hot as
jalapeno nasal spray, a hot little nympho who begged
him for more. As he
reached her door, he remembered his daughters at home,
and his wife
waiting for him at her sister's.
Fuck 'em, thought Larry Roche. Better yet, fuck
Allison Witt. And he
did. Again.
THE END
"Are you crazy?
Are you high?
Or just an ordinary guy?
Have you done all you can do?
Are you with me, doctor?"
_ "Doctor Wu," by Steely Dan
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