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Title:  Amandine, an Unpopular Girl

Codes:  fff, ff, f-solo, reluc & cons, rom, anal, long




We cornered Amandine under the bleachers.  She looked 
around, not exactly afraid, but clearly wanting to escape.  
It was too late.  There was no way out.

"Come on Kayla," I said, "I don't really give a shit if 
she's wearing the same skirt I am."

"The bitch has to pay!" Kayla said.

Kayla was a beautiful girl.  She was tall and lean.  Her 
blonde hair hung down past her shoulders.  She was wearing a
tight t-shirt and jeans.  Her ass was amazing.   She had 
cold, brilliant green eyes, which stared at poor Amandine 
with intense hatred.

She was sort of my girlfriend.  I mean, we hadn't done 
anything yet.  We hadn't even kissed.  However, since I'd 
moved to this school, I'd spent most of my time trying to 
hook up with her.  She had been making comments, lurid ones,
and I was pretty sure something would soon happen.

Right now, however, I had no clue why this should involve 
Amandine.

The small girl didn't say anything.  She just backed away, 
looking back and forth between Kayla and me.

So this was Amandine.  All I knew about her was that the 
other girls said she was a slut.  Kayla hated her.  In fact,
pretty much everyone hated her.

This was the first time I'd seen her, and she was not what 
I'd expected.  She was a small girl with thin blonde hair, 
almost white.  I wouldn't call her pretty, exactly.  She had
pale skin, and dark sunken eyes.  Her nose was narrow.  Her 
arms and legs were skinny.  She was wearing a small white 
blouse, and a little tartan skirt, just like mine.

Kayla grabbed her and pushed her back.

"So why are you wearing the same skirt as my girlfriend?"

That was the first time she'd called me that.

"I had no idea what she would wear," muttered Amandine.

"Are you trying to turn me on?  Do you want me to fuck you?"
Kayla demanded, "Vanessa, grab her so she doesn't escape."

"Look," I said, "She can wear whatever she wants.  Let's go 
back to the cafeteria."

"Grab her!"  Kayla ordered, "I want to play a little game."

I gave in, and went ahead and grabbed the girl from behind.
I gripped both of her elbows firmly, and pulled her arms 
behind her back.

She leaned back against me.  Her hair was pressed up against
my chin.

Kayla said, "So, bitch, do you want pleasure or pain?"

"What?"  she asked.

"Pleasure or pain.  Choose."

Amandine said nothing for a second, then muttered, I guess 
to me, "Please let me go."

Kayla advanced and reached up between Amandine's legs, 
pressing her skirt back up against her crotch.  I looked 
over her shoulder and could see that Kayla was firmly 
rubbing the fabric against her pussy.

"Then I'll choose for you, and I pick pleasure."

Needless to say, I was surprised.

"What the hell are you doing?"  I asked.

"The bitch wants to turn me on with her cute little skirt.  
Let's give her what she wants.  Don't let go."

If she had struggled, I would have.  However, she just 
leaned back against me, tensing up in obvious pleasure.  She
moaned.  I couldn't really believe it, but it was happening.

Kayla kept rubbing.  Amandine squatted down a bit to spread 
her legs more.

"Please kiss me," the small girl uttered between panting 
breaths.

"Fuck no, you slut," Kayla answered.

I held her against me.  She was writhing and pressing 
against my chest.  My nipples were pierced, and the fabric 
of my shirt was pulling against the piercings.  My nipples 
got very hard.  Amandine started gyrating her hips, pushing 
her cunt hard against Kayla's hand.  She moaned louder, and 
more intensely.

Her rubbing against my tits felt really good, and I moaned a
little bit too.  It took her only a few minutes.

"I'm going to cum!"  She exclaimed, "Please kiss me while I 
cum."

"Just cum, bitch.  Just fucking cum," Kayla practically 
shouted at her.

She came.  She tensed up.  She muttered, "Oh fuck yes," then
her legs gave out as her body convulsed.  I held her up from
behind by her arms, then gradually lowered her down onto her
knees.

"Now look what you did to yourself bitch," Kayla said, 
looking down at the front of Amandine's skirt.  There was a 
huge wet spot.  It was very obvious.

"Try walking through the halls in my girlfriend's skirt 
now," Kayla said with a smirk, "You little cum dumpster.  
Come on Vanessa, let's go."

Kayla turned to leave.  Amandine just sat there on her 
knees, and said one last pitiful time, "Please kiss me."

I couldn't take it anymore.  She looked so sad and pathetic,
but in a weird way, she was very lovely.  I squatted down 
and gently turned her chin to me, and pressed my lips 
against hers, giving her a long deep kiss.  She reached with
one hand and stroked my hair.

"What the fuck, Vanessa!"  Kayla shouted, "Don't kiss the 
bitch."

"I'll kiss who I want."

"But not her!"

"Amandine," I said to the girl, "Wait here and I'll get my 
car.  I can take you to my house and you can borrow some 
clothes."

She just looked up at me.  Her eyes were wide with surprise.

"What the fuck," Kayla said.

"Look, Kayla, I can't leave her like this.  Let me take her 
home and we'll talk later, OK?"

"You're too nice, Vanessa.  She's a cunt."

"I don't want to fight you, but I'm doing this.  We'll talk 
later, OK?"

"Fine!"  She blurted out, "If you fuck her, you can forget 
about being with me."

With that, she stormed off.

"She's your girlfriend?"  Amandine asked.

"Well, sort of.  I mean, I'm still not really sure."




"Thanks.  I don't know why you're helping me," Amandine said
as we drove to my house.

"Yeah, well I guess I'm just too nice for this school."

"Kayla won't forgive you.  She hates me."

"Yeah, that's pretty obvious.  How did you piss her off?"

"I don't know.  I've done nothing to her.  People just hate 
me 'cause everyone else does."

"Yeah, well I don't hate you.  Do you like girls?"

"I don't know.  I guess so.  That was my first time with a 
girl."

She just sat there with no expression.

"Uh.  So, do you mind if I ask, are the rumors about you 
true?  That you fuck everyone's boyfriend?"

"Yeah, I guess.  It isn't my fault.  I don't check who is 
dating who.  If some guy wants to fuck me, I'll fuck him.  
If he was going with someone else, how is that my fault?"

"Yeah but, I mean, they hate you, even the boys.  They say 
the worst shit about you."

"I know, and look I've heard all this before.  But if I 
didn't let them fuck me, I'd never get fucked."

I just looked her.  I was surprised to hear anyone say 
something so .. blatant.

"You could find someone who actually likes and respects you?
You're cute enough."

She turned and looked at me.

"That never happens."

It couldn't be that bad, I thought, but said nothing.

"Anyhow, I'll talk to Kayla later," I said, "I mean, I'm 
pretty sure she'll forgive me.  I know she wants to fuck me,
and she's probably my girlfriend.  So, I'll ask her to be 
nicer to you."

"I'll believe that when I see it."




We got to my house and I took her to my room.

"Well, you're a bit smaller than me, but I have some old 
clothes in the closet that might fit you.  Let me look.  
I'll go outside to let you change."

She didn't wait for me.  She just undid her skirt and let it
drop to the floor.  She was wearing little white cotton 
panties with a pink floral pattern.  They were cute, but not
the sort of thing I expected her to wear.  Next, she pulled 
her panties down, and tossed them aside.  She stood there, 
wearing nothing but her blouse.

"Uh, Amandine.  I didn't really want a show."

I could see her pussy.  She didn't shave, and there was a 
little halo of white fluffy hair around it.  Her clit was 
pierced with a thick gold band.

I'd had my nipples and tongue pierced, but not my clit.  
That seemed .. advanced.

"Did that hurt?" I asked.

"Yeah, when they put it in.  I like how it feels now, 
though."

"I can imagine.  Do you have any others?"

"No, this is enough."

Well, I admired her sense of minimalism.  Her pussy looked 
.. nice.

"OK.  Well, let me find you something to wear."

I pulled an old box of clothes from my closet.  There were a
couple of cute skirts that might fit her, and a few pairs of
panties, and an old favorite dress.  I tossed them over to 
her and said, "Here, try these on."

She did.  The little blue skirt seemed to fit her fine.

"That'll do," I said, "You can leave your other clothes here
and I'll wash them for you.  I don't think you want to be 
walking around school with those."

"OK, thanks."

"So, uh, look," I said, "Do you want to make out?  I won't 
fuck you, since Kayla said not to, but she didn't say we 
couldn't kiss."

"Sure," she said, rather passively.

"But first, I want you to try on that dress."

"Really?  It isn't my style."

It was sort of a retro style dress, black and white, rather 
short, and with thin shoulder straps.  I'd always liked the 
way my bra straps showed when I had worn it.  It looked 
really sexy.

"I think you'll look cute.  I'd love to make out with you 
while you were wearing it."

I didn't tell her was that was the first dress I'd kissed a 
girl in, and also the first dress I'd had an orgasm in .. 
well, with another person.

She changed into it.  I was right.  It was very lovely on 
her.  The borders were black, and it offset her pale flesh.
She looked like a little doll.

"You look amazing," I said, "Come here and sit by me."

She sat down next to me on my bed, and I leaned over and 
kissed her mouth.  Her lips parted and we turned to each 
other and embraced.  We lay back onto the bed with our lips 
locked together.  I felt her gently slip her tongue into my 
mouth, rubbing around the stud of my piercing.

"I like kissing you, Amandine.  You're very pretty."

She didn't say anything.  I reached down, without really 
planning to, and rubbed her ass.

"I love this dress so much," I said, "I had a lot of great 
times in it."

She kissed me again, sucking my breath from my mouth.  She 
wrapped one of her legs around me and pressed her hips 
forward, rubbing against my leg.  I rubbed her ass more, 
massaging her butt deeply.  We lay there together, kissing 
and petting.  It felt really good.

Then I tried to get control of myself.

"OK, that is enough.  If we go much farther I won't be able 
to stop myself."

She backed away, looking at me hungrily.

I kissed her again, deeply.

"OK," I said with a big grin, "This is just about to go too 
far.  Let's go back to the car before it is too late.  You 
can keep the dress."

"I don't want it.  I'd like to borrow the blue skirt if it 
is OK."

She stood up.  I reached out and rubbed her ass.

I was having a hard time controlling myself.  I wanted to 
see her cum again.  I can't explain it, but I couldn't think
of anything else.

"Look," I said, "I won't fuck you, or eat you or anything, 
but will you get off for me?  I have a vibrator you can use.
I just want to watch."

"That would be nice."

I ran to the bathroom and got the vibrator out from the 
closet.  It was one of those "body massage" wands they sell 
at the drugstore.  I'd bought it a few months ago, and my 
parents said nothing.  I mean, they must have known what I 
used it for.

When I returned she was laying back on the bed with the hem 
of the dress pulled up and her pussy exposed.  I plugged in 
the vibrator and handed it to her.

She turned it on and pressed it to herself.  It let out a 
loud buzzing sound as it touched her clit ring, but then 
quieted down to a dull hum as she pressed it tight.  She lay
back closing her eyes and moaned.

It didn't take long.  It was a very powerful vibrator.  One 
moment she was laying there, passively feeling the pleasure,
the next she had bucked her hips up hard and cried out.  Her
whole body jerked to one side, then the other.  She 
struggled to keep the vibrator pressed to her pussy, and let
out a long soothing moan.  Then she collapsed back, letting 
the wand, still buzzing, fall to the floor.

A few seconds passed.  She looked at me with a devious grin.
Then she said, "This has been a good day."

For that brief moment, I completely loved her.




Back at school, I found Kayla by her locker.  She was still 
sweaty from gym class, and her t-shirt was clinging to her 
tits.  I walked up to her and gave her a bashful smile.

"So, did you fuck her?"  She asked, staring at me with a 
hard expression.

"We kissed some, and she masturbated for me, but no I didn't
fuck her."

"So you like that bitch?  Seriously, what the fuck?"

"Uh, yeah a little, I guess.  Look, so you need to decide.  
Do you want me to be your girlfriend or not?"

"After you've been with her?"

"We didn't do much, and yeah.  Look, since I've been with 
you, you've given exactly one girl an orgasm, and it it was 
her!  So, you can't exactly be jealous of me!  And if she is
so horrible to be with, what were you doing rubbing her 
pussy?"

"Ruining her skirt."

"Uh, yeah.  So look, you have to decide.  You're like the 
hottest girl in school.  If you want me I'm yours."

Her expression changed.  She seemed .. pleased.

"So," I continued, "Are you my girlfriend or not?  If you 
are, I'll forget about her."

She stared at me for a few seconds, then smiled with a 
catlike look, advancing toward me.  Her green eyes made me 
want to die.

"You want me to eat your pussy, don't you?" She asked, 
rather forcefully.

"Uh, yeah I really do," I gasped out, looking around hoping 
no one heard that.

"You want me to lick you where you pee," she whispered next.

It was an odd thing to say, but yeah, it was true.  That is 
exactly where I wanted her to lick me.

"Oh god yes," I said.

"Then you're my girlfriend, and fucking off limits to her!"

"OK."  I had a huge smile on my face.  I wanted to kiss her,
but too many people were in the hall.

"So, my parents are at the museum tonight.  They should be 
pretty late.  You must come by."

I giggled and licked my lips.  Finally, I was going to get 
fucked!

"But wear a different skirt," she went on, "That one makes 
me sick."




That evening, I dressed up for our tryst.  I wore sheer 
black panties and a black bra.  I put on a ridiculously tiny
miniskirt, red, and a white blouse that did nothing to 
obscure the bra.  I wore long white socks, and put on a pair
of patent leather shoes.

I looked in the mirror.  It was kind of awesome to see 
myself like that.  I smiled and put on some lipstick.  Deep 
red, of course.

My hair was long and black.  I put it up in a ponytail, 
leaving a few strands to fall along my face.  I gazed at 
myself.

I looked like a total whore.  I couldn't wait for Kayla to 
see me.

She called, saying that her parents were just leaving and to
get over there.  I drove quickly.

I pulled up to her house.  It was one of those mansions with
high ceilings, huge windows, and marble tile everywhere.  
The front door had a ridiculous big brass knocker that 
engaged the doorbell when you touched it.  I rang.

She greeted me at her door wearing nothing but panties and a
bra.  They were blue pastel.

Kayla played a bunch of sports, and had a lean, athletic 
body.  She had a light tan.  Everything on her was just 
shaped perfectly.  She was so fucking hot.  I stood there 
looking at her.  I was amazed.

She looked at me.  I smiled, hoping my slutty little outfit 
would have the right effect.

"You look pretty fucking good like that," she said, staring 
at me hungrily.

Yes!

"Uh, you too," I said, "Let's go inside right now!"

She closed the door behind me and we kissed.  I embraced 
her, pulling her body against mine.  I felt the stiff fabric
of my blouse rub against me.  She reached behind me, still 
kissing me deeply, and rubbed my ass.  She pulled my tiny 
skirt up, pushing my panties up into my ass crack, and 
massaged deeply.

She kept rubbing into my ass crack, pushing my panties 
against my asshole.  I'd never had that done to me before.  
It felt really nice.  I began to wonder if Kayla was .. well
.. a bit kinky.

I hoped.  I mean, I wasn't really kinky, or at least hadn't 
been, but still, I really hoped she was.

"Come into my room," she said.

As she turned, I reached down grabbing her ass with one 
hand, and wrapped the other around her neck stopping her.  
She didn't struggle, but seemed surprised.

"I want to try what you just did," I said.

I went ahead and pushed her panties up into her crack, 
rubbing them into her asshole just like she'd done to me.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, "So you like ass?"

"I like yours."

We went into her room.  It had a thick plush rug, a big 
comfy looking bed, a pair of dressers, a nightstand, and a 
desk.  Everything was white.  There were some clothes 
scattered around, but it wasn't too messy.

We kissed again.

She bent me over and shoved me onto her bed, not hard, but 
insistently.  She pulled my skirt up, and began rubbing my 
asshole through my panties again.  I lay forward, trying to 
stay relaxed, and cooed.  It felt really good.

I wondered how far she would go.

She pulled my panties down, and I felt her pull my cheeks 
apart.  I just lay there, expectantly.  My pussy felt warm.

I felt something soft and wet rub up and around my asshole.
I felt it push in, just a bit.  I gasped and moaned in 
pleasure.

"Is that your tongue?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, pulling back for a second before going 
back in, this time kissing my asshole deeply with her mouth.
It was magical.  It was a whole different kind of amazing.  
She licked more, swirling around, then kissed it deeply 
again.

Then she lay forward next to me.  We kissed.  I sucked 
gently on her tongue.  It was weird, but it didn't bother 
me, thinking where it just had been.   It was just so 
lovely, and wonderful.  Nothing that felt that good could be
bad.

"Now, do me," she said.  I gazed into her eyes, wanting to 
die again.  I sucked on her tongue a bit more.  I was 
afraid, but I couldn't exactly refuse.

I sat on my knees just behind her, and rubbed her panties 
into her ass a bit.  She moaned deeply.  I pulled them down.
Her asshole puckered at me.  It was perfectly round and 
pink.  Her pussy, just beneath it, was neatly trimmed, and 
pink as well.  She was beautiful.

I reached forward with my tongue, slowly, not sure what to 
expect.  I made contact with her hole, and rubbed gently 
around its circumference.  It tasted slightly metallic.  It 
wasn't bad at all.  I lay my tongue flat against her anus, 
letting my piercing push in a bit, then I wiggled my tongue 
around.

She moaned more.  I wanted to give her as much pleasure as I
could.  I pushed my tongue in deeply, locking my lips around
her anus, probing as hard as I could.

"Oh Vanessa," she moaned, "That is perfect.  Just fucking 
perfect."

At that moment I decided that I indeed liked ass.

Kayla reached over to her nightstand.  She pulled out a 
narrow vibrator with a bulbous head.  It was about six 
inches long.  She handed it to me.  I grinned.  It was 
obvious where to put it.

"Put it into my pussy first," she said, "and let it get good
and wet.  Then spit on my ass, so it's wet too.  Then, push 
it in slowly."

I did as I was told, getting it good and wet in her pussy.  
She moaned.  Before I put it into her ass, I turned it on.  
It made a gentle hum, much softer than my massaging vibrator
at home, but still, it seemed strong enough.  I licked her 
ass again, letting some spit fall from my tongue.  Then, I 
gently pushed the end of the vibrator into her.

It went slowly, at first, as the bulbous end forced its way 
up her passage.  Then it entered, completely, and I saw her 
ass close around the head.

She moaned loudly.

"Oh god that feels amazing," she said.

I pushed it a bit deeper.

"Is that too far?" I asked.

"Oh fuck!  Deeper, but slowly."

Her whole body tensed up.  She moaned.

I started gently fucking her with the vibrator, pulling out 
until I felt it pull against her anus, then pushing slowly 
in.  Each time I pushed, she grabbed the sheets with her 
hands and tensed her whole body up.  Each time I pulled, she
relaxed and cooed.

I was amazed.  My pussy was literally dripping wet; its 
juices running down my leg.  I pinched my own nipples 
through my blouse and bra, pulling on my piercings.  I 
wanted to fucking cum so bad.  I wanted her to cum even 
more.

I kept fucking her ass with the vibrator.  With my other 
hand, I began rubbing her pussy, at first gently up and 
down, squeezing her clit each time I passed it.

She moaned louder, and her motions became more intense and 
passionate.  I squatted down as low as I could, and while 
still fucking her ass, I pressed my face up against her 
pussy, sucking her juices into my mouth, and pressing my 
tongue into her pussy hole, my tongue piercing rubbing 
against the sides.

That did it.  Her whole body went stiff.

"Oh fuck I'm cumming!" She exclaimed.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck."

She just lay there, her whole body tense.  Several seconds 
passed.  I kept licking and fucking, but slowly.

"Oh fuck!" She gasped one final time.

Then she relaxed.

She laughed.  "Oh god oh fuck that felt good," she said, 
"Kiss me.  Right now!"

I leaned forward and kissed her deeply.

The vibrator hung from her asshole, still buzzing.  I 
reached down, kissing her more, and pulled it from her ass 
and shut it off.

We kept kissing, pressing our tongues together, and spitting
into each other's mouths.  I gazed into her green eyes, and 
yes, they made me want to die.

"Now I want you to suck on it," she said.

"On what?"

"The vibrator.  Stick it in your mouth."

I looked at it, and then did what I was told, sucking gently
on the plastic.  She licked her lips.

"How does my ass taste?"

I was a little freaked out.  I really couldn't believe I was
doing this.  I sucked harder.

In truth, it didn't really taste like anything, just 
plastic.  But still ..

"Your ass tastes great," I said.

.. there was no reason not to play along.

She undid her bra.  Her tits were wonderful, firm, with a 
lovely tan line around them.  Her nipples were pink, puffy, 
and slightly dimpled.  I took the vibrator out of my mouth, 
and leaned forward and gently sucked on one of them.

"You have fucking great tits," I said.

"Thanks.  Let's see yours."

She unbuttoned my blouse, and unclipped my bra, exposing my 
tits.  They were small, but reasonably firm.  She noticed my
piercings.

"Oh, so what are these?" She said, leaning forward and 
taking one of my nipples into her mouth, biting down on the 
piercing and pulling.

I cooed gently.

"You didn't mention you had these.  That is so fucking 
sexy."

"Yeah.  I like them.  They feel great."

"Oh god you're a delicious little slut," she said.

It was true.  There was no denying it.

She pushed me onto my back.

"I have another surprise for you," she said.

She reached back over to her nightstand and pulled out a 
strap-on dildo.  It was black, thick, about nine inches 
long, and slightly tapered, coming to a rounded tip.  It was
soft latex, and drooped slightly.

"How would you like to get properly fucked?" She asked.

I smiled.  "I would like to get fucked very much."

She got up and put the dildo on, strapping it tight.  I lay 
back, pulling my skirt up around my tummy, spreading my 
legs.  She climbed on top of me, and I felt the dildo press 
up against my wet pussy.

I arched my hips up, pressing and squirming, trying to get 
it to line up with my hole.  It took a few tries, but then 
it slipped slowly in.

I moaned loudly.  She pushed her hips tight against mine, 
the dildo full in to its hilt.  I felt .. filled up.

She began to rock her hips, pushing and pulling the dildo in
my cunt.  It felt amazing.  My whole pussy tingled, sending 
little shocks of pleasure up my body.  I pinched my own 
nipples hard, moaning loudly.  I closed my eyes, and let the
sensation of the fuck spread up and down me.

"Open your mouth," Kayla commanded.

I did, still with my eyes closed.  I felt something wet drip
into my mouth.  I looked, and Kayla's face was above mine, 
with a stream of spit dripping from her tongue into my 
mouth.  I swallowed it down.

She kissed me deeply, and kept fucking me.

It went on.  It felt amazing.  I was squirming with 
pleasure.  However, I didn't cum.

A long time passed like that.

"Are you going to fucking cum already?" Kayla exclaimed.

"Eventually, I hope.  It feels fucking great."

"I'm getting tired."

She stopped fucking me, and sat back pulling the dildo out.

"Maybe we can do something different?" I asked, "I could do 
you again, or maybe you could, you know, do to me what I did
to you?"

"Fuck your ass?"

"Yeah, with the vibrator."

"Alright.  Turn over."

"OK.  Wait!  Go slowly.  I've never done this before."

"Just turn over."

I rolled over onto my stomach.  I felt her spread my cheeks 
again.  I was so nervous and excited.  I couldn't believe I 
was going to let this happen, but I wanted to cum for her so
bad.  I think I would have tried anything.

She leaned down and licked my anus deeply while slipping the
vibrator into my pussy.  The I felt her spit on my asshole, 
rubbing it a bit with her finger.

Then I heard the vibrator turn on.  A wave of excitement 
passed over me, and I felt my pussy tingle, even though she 
wasn't even touching me.

Then the vibrator touched my asshole, and I felt her push 
the head in.  It was .. buzzing.

Oh my god it fucking felt good!  I just stiffened my entire 
body, my mouth open in a wide gasping moan.  I wanted to 
tell her how good it felt, but I couldn't form words.

It slipped all the way in, and she began fucking me with it.
I think my mind exploded or something.  I can't explain.  I 
was almost cumming.  I was so overwhelmed I couldn't think.
It was like, I was trapped in a long, lingering 
almost-orgasm.  This was a level of pleasure beyond my 
experience.

"Get up onto your knees," she ordered.

I complied as best I could.  My legs felt like rubber.  My 
whole pussy tickled from the vibrations of the toy radiating
from my ass.  Then she got to her knees, lining her hips up 
behind mine.  She pushed the dildo into my pussy again.

She was fucking me in both holes.

I came.  I came so fucking hard.  I'm sure I screamed out.  
My eyes rolled up in my head.  I saw blackness.  All thought
ceased.

I have no idea how long I was like that, just quivering.  I 
mean, I was semi-conscious, tingling, breathing, feeling 
pure bliss.

My first conscious thought was that she was still fucking 
me.

I came again, gasping for air, my chest heaving.  I came one
more time, a wave of pleasure spreading from my pussy across
my body, all of me tensing up.

It was too much.

"Stop.  Oh god please stop!" I moaned out, finally.

"Fuck yeah!  Take that fuck!" she said, rocking her hips 
hard.

I felt her pull the vibrator from my ass, but she kept 
fucking my pussy.

"Please!  No more!"

I pulled away from her, pushing back with my arm.  The dildo
slipped free.  I grabbed my pussy with both hand, protecting
it, but even that was too much sensation.  I rolled over 
onto my back, closing my legs tight.

"Fuck yeah!" She shouted out, "I fucked you good!"

I laughed.  I was trying to calm down, but my body kept 
twitching.  I sat up, leaning forward, kissing her, licking 
her face, spitting into her mouth.  She pinched my nipples 
again, hard.

She had indeed fucked me good.  Very very good.

"Now, my little slut," she said, "I want you to make me cum 
again!"




Later that night I lay in bed, thinking about what had just 
happened to me.  We hadn't stopped there, of course.  I had 
put on the dildo, and fucked both of her holes from behind, 
just like she had me.  Then she fucked me again, just in the
pussy.  It didn't take so long this time.  I came again, 
hard and wonderful.

Then it was late, and her parents were due home, so she made
me get dressed and kicked me out, with one final kiss and a 
hard smack on the ass.

It was the most amazing fuck of my life, simply beyond 
words.

There was only one problem, I still wanted more, just to 
calm down, just to help me sleep.

I lay in my bed, naked, slowly stroking my pussy with one 
hand.  My mind was racing, swirling around with thoughts of 
ass, pussy, spit, and tits.  I was a bit desperate to cum 
again.

I got my vibrator from the bathroom.  My parents slept on 
the other side of the house, so unless I was real unlucky, 
they wouldn't hear it.

I plugged it in, turned it on, and held it against my pussy.
The sensation spread up across my body, soothing and gentle.
My toes curled up.

However, it wasn't happening.  I wasn't going to cum.

I tried thinking of Kayla, her fucking me hard, spitting on 
me, spanking me, pulling on my nipples, but it didn't help.
Then I thought of her eyes, of a gentle kiss.  There was a 
slight tingle of pleasure, but it passed.

Then I thought of her!  The other one!  Amandine!

Her soiled skirt and panties were still in my hamper.  I 
went and got them.  I pressed them to my face, taking a deep
breath.  I could still smell the faint odor of her cunt on 
them.

I lay back down.  I took her panties, and rubbed them 
against my pussy, balling them up, and pushing them into my 
hole.

I squirmed a little in pleasure.  I let out a long, 
lingering moan.

Then I took the skirt, the cute little tartan skirt that was
just like mine, and folded it over once, and laid it over my
cunt, so the spot that had been wet was just over my hole.  
Then I turned the vibrator on, and pressed it to myself 
firmly.

My eyes fluttered.  I cooed gently.  I thought of her under 
the bleachers, leaning back against me as Kayla made her 
cum.  I thought of her, lying in this same spot, cumming all
over this vibrator.  I thought of her little pierced clit, 
her dark eyes, my dress, and her sweet little mouth pressed 
against mine.

The orgasm came.  It was soft, lingering.  I could actually 
feel it spread slowly from my pussy across my body.  I 
breathed out deeply, and lay still for at least several 
minutes before I had another thought.

I turned the vibrator off.

I had a big problem.  I had just had the best sex of my life
with the hottest girl at school, sex so good I didn't even 
really understand it, but Kayla .. she was an awful bitch.  
I mean, I knew that.  Any sane person would hate her guts.

Little Amandine, on the other hand ..

I don't know if love is a substance, something that can move
around on its own, but I imagined my feelings reaching 
across the night and touching her.  I imagined her, laying 
on her side, one hand rubbing her pussy, with a sweet, 
mischievous smile on her face.  I imagined that, at that 
moment, just as I felt so much for her, she might be 
thinking of me.

Kayla was beautiful, popular, and she was an amazing fuck ..
oh god she was amazing .. but I was in love with Amandine.

Fuck!




Next morning, she was waiting for me at my locker.  She was 
wearing a tiny black dress and leather shoes.  Her blonde 
hair hung down straight, but was a little messy, like she 
hadn't washed it.  She was holding a brown sack.

"Hi Amandine," I said, "Your dress is very pretty."

"I have your clothes."

She handed me the sack.

"Oh, thanks.  I hope you didn't bother washing them.  I 
still haven't cleaned yours, but I'll get them back to you 
soon."

"No problem."

She turned to walk away.

Did I really want this?  If Kayla found out I was even 
talking to her she would freak out.

I looked at her tiny ass.  Her pale legs were skinny, 
jutting out from the hem of her dress.  I thought again that
she looked like a little doll, fragile, but lovely.

Yes, I wanted it.

"Amandine, don't go yet."

She turned back.

"I liked kissing you yesterday.  I want to do it again.  
Maybe we can meet after school."

I grinned at her.  I thought she would say yes.

"You're going out with Kayla now," she said, "I heard from 
Megan.  You two fucked last night."

Well, I guess Kayla was the sort to kiss and tell.

"Uh, yeah, we did.  Then I got home and masturbated all over
your skirt because I couldn't stop thinking about you.  
Look, I'm a little slutty.  I admit it.  But I like you, and
Kayla doesn't have to know."

She just looked at me.

"Didn't you tell me I should stop fucking other girl's 
boyfriends?  Isn't this kind of the same thing?"

"Well, I guess, more or less.  Do you have to start 
following my advice now?"

"You also told me to find someone who really cares about me.
Do you care about me?"

I looked at her carefully.  Her eyes actually looked sad, 
like she was holding back a real emotion.

Fuck!

I cared about her a lot, but I didn't really want to say 
that now.  I didn't want to commit to anything I couldn't 
get out of.

I wasn't quite ready to give up on Kayla.

I just stared at her.  I didn't know what to say.  Her face 
got really sad, then she turned quickly and hurried away.  I
knew she was crying.

Fuck!  Fuck!

I hurried after her.

"Stop, Amandine!"

I grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.  I was right.
There were tears on her face.

People were noticing us now, which meant that Kayla would 
hear about this, which meant that I was in a fuck-load of 
trouble.

"Look, please don't cry.  What is wrong?  I said I like you.
If you like me, then we're cool.  What are you sad about?"

"I can't explain it."

"Well, try.  I think it is important."

The words all just spilled out of her real fast.

"You told me to find someone who cares about me, for real.  
I thought that you might have meant yourself.  But then you 
fucked Kayla and you're her girlfriend.  And now you come up
to me wanting to make out with me again, but you won't say 
you care about me, like you didn't really think what you 
said yesterday."

She almost sobbed.  Some girl laughed at us.  I ignored her.

"Holy shit, Amandine, I'm sorry.  I meant what I said 
yesterday, but I didn't know you'd listen, and I do want to 
kiss you.  It's just that, Kayla would fucking freak out if 
she knew.  She'll hurt me.  I mean, she's going to hear 
about this.  I'm already fucked."

Amandine thought about what I said for a second.

"So you want me.  Fine.  But do you really like me at all?"

Sometime you answer without thinking.  This was one of those
times.

"I fucking love you, Amandine.  I seriously love you.  You 
are an angel."

She didn't freak out, but she looked a little shocked.

"So why the fuck are you with Kayla?"

It was a good question.  Because she was hot, popular, and 
fucked like a tornado, but that didn't seem so convincing at
this moment.

"Fine," she said, when I didn't answer, "My mom is out 
tonight.  You can come over if you want.  You can do 
whatever you want to me, but if you want to pretend to love 
me, dump that bitch."




Kayla found me in the cafeteria during lunch.  I had tried 
to avoid her, to put this off, but Kayla could not be 
avoided.

"So what the fuck!  I heard you were getting all 'I love 
you' and shit with that slut this morning!"

Of course, she looked amazing.  Her fucking green eyes!

"Hi Kayla, sweetie."

"Don't 'Hi Kayla' me!  I told you to stay away from her."

"Yeah, look, I guess I'm kind of not a real faithful 
girlfriend.  I mean, I like you.  I want to keep fucking 
you.  But I want to fool around with her too."

She just looked at me.  The look on her face was .. well .. 
it was actually sort of funny, in an insane way.

She was a delightful psychopath.

"Fuck that shit!" she finally shouted out, when her brain 
caught up.

"Look, can we talk about this later when you're less pissed 
off?"

"There isn't going to be a later for you.  The rest of your 
brief, pointless life will be nothing but pain."

"Nice.  So .. I'm going to go now.  Can I swing by your 
house after school?  We can talk about this then?"

"Fuck you!  Slut!"

At this point some of the teachers noticed us, and Kayla 
backed off.  I just walked away.

A plan formed in my mind.  I was indeed going to go to her 
house after school, but not while she was there.




I rushed home after school and grabbed Amandine's skirt and 
panties.  They were pretty sticky after after last night, so
I put them in a plastic bag.  I also grabbed my old favorite
dress.

Then I rushed over to Kayla's house.  Her mom answered the 
door, wearing a tennis outfit.  She was an older version of 
Kayla, except her ridiculously large tits were obviously 
fake, and her eyes .. well .. they weren't the same.

"Hi Mrs. Ness, I'm Kayla's friend Vanessa.  Maybe she's 
talked about me?"

I thought it very unlikely that Kayla's mom knew we were 
fighting.  I was correct.

"Oh hi, Vanessa.  Yes, she's mentioned you a few times.  She
should be a volleyball practice now, but she'll be home in a
couple hours.  You should come back then, or you could call 
her cell if it's important."

"Yeah.  Actually I just saw her.  She says she left her 
extra cell phone battery in her room, and she needs it 
'cause someone is supposed to call her and her phone is 
going dead.  Anyhow, I said I'd swing by and pick it up for 
her."

"Oh, OK.  Do you know where her room is?"

"Yeah."

It worked perfectly.

As soon as I was alone in her room I went straight for her 
nightstand, and cleaned out her stash of toys.  In addition 
to the strap-on and the vibrator, there was another little 
tiny vibrator, clit sized.

I left it behind.  I'm not merciless.  However, the other 
two toys were now mine.

"Thanks Mrs. Ness," I shouted as I dashed out the door.

I had some time to kill before Amandine's mom would leave, 
so I went to a diner near her house and had a small meal.

My phone rang.  It was Kayla.

"What the fuck were you doing in my room?" she asked.

"Hi Kayla.  I took some things from your drawer.  Hope you 
don't mind."

I heard her shuffle around in the background.  Clearly she 
was in her room and checking the nightstand.

"You fucking bitch!" she screamed, "I want those back!"

I didn't say anything.  I just gave her time to form the 
thought.

"You're going to fuck her with those!" She shouted, "You're 
going to fuck that wretched little slut with my dildo!"  She
sounded enraged.

"If she'll let me."

"You fucking bitch!"

"Look Kayla, we're broken up now, right? Amandine will want 
to know."

"Fuck you!  Fuck you!  Fuck you!"

I hung up.  It was pretty clear that Kayla wasn't going to 
say anything worth listening to.

Clearly we we were broken up.  That was all I cared about.

She called back three times, but I didn't answer.  I wasn't 
sure what she would do.  I expected she would kick my ass 
tomorrow at school.

I hoped this would be worth it.




I parked down the street from Amandine's house.  It was a 
tiny, cheap looking bungalow at the end of a street.  It was
the sort of neighborhood with cracked cement sidewalks, and 
beat up cars.  Some greasy old man stared at me from his 
porch.

I saw Amandine's mom leave the house, get into her car, and 
drive away.

My phone rang.  It was her.

"Hi sweetie," I answered.

"Hi.  Look, my mom just left.  You can come over if you 
want.  Do you know where I live?"

"Yeah I know.  Your address is, um, not a big secret.  Look,
I'm actually waiting down the street.  I'll be there in 
about a minute.  Is that cool?"

"Yeah."

She met me at the door.  She was wearing a long blue 
t-shirt, and another pair of the white-pink floral panties.
She was barefoot, and there was chipped blue nail polish on 
her toes.

"Come in," she said.

The house was warm and a bit humid.  It smelled damp.  There
was a single, beat up old air conditioner in the window, 
clattering and struggling to keep the house cool.  Their 
living room had a couple old couches and chairs, arranged 
haphazardly, all with different upholstery.  There were 
clothes laying all over the place.

Amandine closed the door behind me, and just stood there 
passively.

I hugged her, and kissed her on the cheek.  She held onto my
hand, and looked deeply at me, but said nothing.

I felt awkward.  I wanted to say things to her, but it all 
seemed too strange.

"I have your clothes," I said finally, drawing them out of 
my bag.  They were still wrapped in a plastic bag.

She took them.  "Did you really masturbate on them?" she 
asked.

"Yeah.  It was a crazy thing to do.  But .. uh .. I sorta 
wanted you there with me, and it was the closest I could 
come."

"This was right after you fucked Kayla, right?"

"Uh yeah.  So look," I went on, "Kayla and I are totally 
broken up now.  I'm pretty sure she's going to kick my ass 
tomorrow.  Actually, she's probably going to kick your ass 
too.  Sorry about that."

"I'm used to it."

"But I don't really want to think about that right now.  I 
really just want to .. uh .. be with you."

"OK," she said, "So, what do you want to do?"

I wanted to tell her I loved her, that she was beautiful, 
that I could protect her, but it all seemed so stupid.  I 
didn't think she would believe me.  I felt discouraged.  
There was something really wrong and awkward with the mood.
Maybe the shabby state of the house was distracting me.

"Can we kiss?" I asked.

"Sure.  Let's sit on the couch."

She pushed a pile of clothes aside, and sat down.  I curled 
up next to her, and stoked her leg.

She leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth.  Our lips 
parted slightly.  I flicked my tongue, just a bit, into her 
mouth, touching the tip of hers.

We clasped hands, our fingers interlocking.  We kissed 
deeper, opening our mouths fully, pressing our tongues 
together.  I was taller, and leaned into her.  She lay back,
pulling me on top of her, slipping her hips under me, and 
wrapping her legs around my waist.

I rolled so we were side to side, carefully so we didn't 
fall from the couch.  I embraced her.  We continued to kiss.

I reached for her ass, and began to stroke it gently, mostly
on her cheeks, but once I ran my finger up her crack, 
pressing her panties in only slightly.  She cooed, and 
pressed her body close to mine.

We stopped kissing, but continued to embrace.  I felt the 
warm humidity of the house.  I felt the heat of her body, 
and the slight beating of her heart.

"I love you, Amandine.  I really do," I said, "I don't know 
if you can believe it, but I very much want you to feel 
loved."

She didn't say anything, but she pulled me tighter.  I saw 
her close her eyes, and let out a gentle sigh.  I stroked 
her thin, blonde hair.  She looked .. peaceful.

"I do feel loved, a little bit," she finally said.

She didn't say she loved me back, but, I guess, that didn't 
matter.

We separated and sat back up.  I kissed her face.  She 
closed her eyes, and I kissed those.  I reached out and 
grasped a tit, and stroked it gently.

She reached up my skirt and stroked my pussy through my 
panties.

Suddenly I felt very, very good.  I got really happy.

I sat back spreading my legs.  I stretched out.  She kept 
stroking, slowly and methodically.  I felt tingly all over.
I felt insanely good.

I think she had magic fingers.

I smiled, and let out a long, soothing sigh.  She gazed into
my eyes, and kept stroking my pussy.

"Holy fuck Amandine, you're a goddess," I said.

She kissed me.

The she got off the couch, squatted down between my legs, 
and pulled my panties down and off.  She gently reached 
forward, and rubbed her index finger around my cunt, rubbing
my sticky juices around, and pulled her finger away slowly, 
letting a long strand of fluid dangle between her finger and
me.

Then she leaned forward and licked.

I gasped.  My heart hammered in my chest.  I lay there, 
trying not to squirm.  I stroked her hair.  She ran her 
tongue around slowly, licking my clit, probing my hole.  She
gazed up at me, her mouth still pressed to my cunt, and 
looked deeply into my eyes.

I moaned again.  My toes curled up as I waved my legs 
around.  I thrust my hips, pressing against her mouth.  She 
wrapped her arms around my legs, from below, to control me.
She kept licking.

I came.  My first orgasm of the night.  It was intense.  I 
seized up and just kinda shook for a bit.  Then I gasped as 
I relaxed.

"Thank you, Amandine, thank you so much."

She said nothing.  She kept licking and sucking.

She pushed my legs back, folding them against my torso.  She
spread my cheeks, just a bit, and ran her tongue over my 
anus.  Then she kissed my pussy again.  Then again.  Then 
she licked.

I had another orgasm.  I cried out and grabbed her hair, 
holding her face to my cunt.  It was fast and hard.  I'm 
sure I blacked out.

I relaxed.  I squirmed with pleasure.  I giggled and cooed.
I felt .. something .. electric .. all over my body.

Then she raised up and leaned toward me, kissing me on the 
mouth.

She was good.  She was very, very good.

She sat next to me and helped me take off my top, then 
pulled off her own shirt.  I looked at her little body, with
nothing on but her panties.  Her tits were small, and her 
nipples hard and dark.  I leaned in and took one into my 
mouth and gently sucked and licked.  She cooed, and stroked 
my hair.

She whispered into my ear, "I liked making you cum."

I was glad.  I liked it too.  I sat back, then kissed her.  
She grasped my tits, pulling on the piercings, then she 
leaned in and sucked, running her tongue around my nipple.  
She spat on each, then licked them again.  It was wonderful.
I felt warmth across my body.  My pussy was still tingling.

She got a big, wicked grin on her face.

"What?" I asked her.

"This is the first time I've gotten with a girl," she said, 
"It's pretty nice.  I want to eat your pussy again."

"Not yet!" I said, stopping her from leaning down, "I don't 
think I could handle it just now.  Anyway, it is definitely 
your turn."

"Alright," she said, leaning back and spreading her legs.  
She pinched her own nipples, and bit her bottom lip.

I kissed her mouth and stroked her pussy through her 
panties.  I could feel her clit piercing when I passed over 
it.  I tugged gently.  Her eyes fluttered, and she kissed me
more deeply.

I started to get up.  She grabbed my head, pulling it back 
to hers, for a longer kiss.  I ran my fingers up and down 
her thighs.  I got up again, pulling away.

"I have a surprise, actually," I said.

"What?" she asked.  She looked very eager.

I went to my little bag of tricks, which was now sitting by 
the door, and pulled out the dildo and the vibrator.

"I have a couple of magic weapons I liberated from the evil 
queen."

Her face lit up.  "Nice!" she said.

"So, I would like to use them on you."

"I would like that very much."

"Here's the thing," I went on, "so .. um .."

"What?"

"I want to do something kinda kinky."

I stared at her, gauging her reaction.

She got a big smile, a very big smile.

"I already told you," she said, breathing hard with 
excitement, "You can do whatever you want to me."

She was practically panting.

I strapped the dildo on.  I squatted down, between her legs.
I pulled her panties off, and sat back, regarding her pussy.

"Please hurry," she said.

I stroked her white-blonde pussy hair.  I tugged gently on 
her piercing.  Then I leaned forward and passionately kissed
her cunt.

I licked and licked.  I sucked.  I rubbed my tongue piercing
against her clit piercing, catching it and tugging and 
stretching.

"Yes," she said, "Yes."

I pushed her legs back, like she'd done mine, and licked her
anus, kissing and probing.

I grabbed the dildo, pressing the harness back against my 
cunt, feeling the electric pleasure pass over me.  I was 
panting myself.

I licked more.  Her pussy was flowing, its juices running 
down over her ass.  I pushed the vibrator into her pussy 
hole and got it wet.

Then I turned it on.  Then I put it in her ass.

"Oh fuck yes!" she said, her eyes rolling around, "god I 
love to have my ass fucked."

"Reach around and hold it," I said.

She did.  She pressed it into her hole, and began fucking 
herself with it.

Then I raised up, lined up my hips, and pushed the dildo 
into her cunt.

She lay back, kind of curled up so she could reach her ass 
and fuck herself.  She had a huge smile on her face.

I began thrusting my hips, fucking her pussy.

"Oh yes!" she said, "That feels so good."

We both got into a slow, steady rhythm.  I wanted it to 
last, to linger.  I kissed her mouth and gazed into her 
eyes.  She looked up at me, reaching up with her free hand 
to stroke me tenderly.

My god I loved her so much.

In a few minutes she came.  We didn't speed up as she got 
close.  I slowed down, and she did also.  I could see the 
orgasm creeping up, see her body getting tense, and her eyes
flutter in her head, her mouth gapping open in passion.

It was almost there.  Almost.  A few slow strokes.

Then it hit her, with one gigantic spasm.  She tried to say 
something, but it just came out as a gurgle.  She stayed 
tensed for several seconds.  Then she collapsed and just lay
still, her eyes wide, her mouth open, moaning and panting.

Gradually, she came back into the world.  I could see her 
eyes light up.  A huge smile crossed her face.

"My god," she said, "That was just .. um .. it was .. 
amazing."

She reached up with both hands and pulled my head down to 
her, kissing me deeply.  The dildo was still inside of her.
She squeezed the vibrator from her ass, and it dropped, 
still humming, to the floor.

I kept fucking her, slowly and steadily.  When she realized 
I did not intend to stop, she lay back, spread wide, and 
cooed gently.

It took longer this time, but I was in no hurry.  I got in a
comfortable position on top of her, and just gently rocked 
my hips.  I felt my pussy rubbing against the harness.  I 
felt her warm body against mine, and her breath on my neck.
I heard the clatter of the air conditioner, and the hum of 
the vibrator.  They seemed distant.  I loved being this 
close to her.  I felt alive, at peace.

She came again, after a while.

After that we lazily kissed and petted each other, smiling 
and laughing.

Time passed.

"You want another one?" she asked, "My mom will be home in 
about an hour, so it's kinda now or never."

"Sure," I said, "You want to fuck my ass with the strap-on?"

It turned out she wanted to do that very much.




The next morning, I picked Amandine up to drive her to 
school.  I had told her she was mine now, and I wanted to 
see her as much as possible.

The last last thing I did before I'd left was to give her 
the dress.

"I know it isn't your style," I'd said, "But I very much 
want to see you wearing it."

She smiled.  "It's my style now.  Anything that makes you 
happy."

When she came out in the morning she was wearing it.  She 
looked so pretty.  She wasn't wearing a bra, so she didn't 
have the slutty bra-straps-showing effect I had always 
liked, but still, she was a little vision in monochrome.

She got in the car and kissed me.

"How do you feel today," she asked.

I smiled.  "Honestly, my ass is a little sore," I said, "But
it was so worth it."

"Vanessa," she said.

"What?"

"Nothing.  I just wanted to say your name."

We kissed again.  Then I drove us to school.




We arrived and parked.  I hadn't thought at all about Kayla,
but now we'd have to face her.  I was expecting it to be 
bad.

Fuck it!  I took Amandine's hand.

"Amandine, sweetheart," I said, "You're my girlfriend, 
right?"

"Yeah.  I am."

"Well, let's just go in together and face those bitches.  
Especially her."

"Yeah."

"If she wants to fight us, she'll have to fight both of us.
We can win, I think."

"I don't think she'll fight us.  Anyhow, I'm not afraid.  I 
never have been afraid, of them."

It was true.  They'd put her through hell, but she'd never 
been afraid.

She was the strongest of all of us, I realized.

I grasped her hand, trying to soak up all the courage I 
could.

We walked together into school.
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