"Slut! Slut! Slut!" the boys all chanted as they stood in a semi-circle around Heather. Some of them were clapping in rhythm with the chant, and the boy who was on top of her right then was thrusting his hips to the same rhythm, his balls making sticky slaps on her ass as his cock drove deep. He wasn't chanting, though. He was just grunting.

"Slut! Slut! Slut!"

Heather knew it was true. The boys didn't need to chant it, she didn't need any convincing. Only a total slut would be laying there on a towel on the beach, completely naked with a bunch of boys standing around watching while she let a high schooler have sex with her. His name was Jason, and he was seventeen, and he was dreamy cute! Once she figured out he wanted to have sex with her, she sure as hell wasn't going to do anything to stop him, although she was a bit surprised that he just wanted to do it right there in front of everyone. That freaked her out a bit, and she might have said something, like "Let's go someplace else," but she was just too, well, too horny, to do anything other than help him pull off her bikini, and his swimming trunks, and then lay down and spread her legs and let him do his thing. As soon as he started fucking her, a bunch of other boys crowded around to watch.

"Slut!" Slut! Slut!" the boys kept chanting in rhythm with the rough thrusts of Jason's hips. His grunts had turned into deep heavy breathing, and some of the boys noticed, and they changed the chant:

"Cumdump! Cumdump! Cumdump!"

Heather knew this was true, too. She'd let Jason go in bare. She never had any condoms with her, and he sure didn't seem to have any, either. At least he didn't say he did. In fact, he hadn't mentioned birth control to her at all, like he didn't even care. And now she could tell, just like the other boys could, that he was about to cum. But she wasn't going to make him pull out. That's not the kind of girl Heather is.

"Cumdump! Cumdump! Cumdump!" the boys chanted while Jason hammered away at her. A couple last thrusts of his hips, and he lifted his head in the air and bellowed like a bull in heat. The boys' chanting turned into general cheering, and she felt it get all warm and wet deep inside her vagina. Ten seconds later, Jason had already pulled out and was standing up and putting his swimming trunks back on.

Heather didn't even have a chance to catch her breath. The moment that Jason stood up, some other guy that Heather didn't even know was right there between her legs.

"Slut! Slut!" the boys started up their chant again as this new guy slid in and began his rhythmic thrusting. A couple minutes later, the chant changed to "Cumdump!" again, but before he unloaded, he pulled out. The other boys seemed a bit confused at first, and their chant petered away, but then this unknown guy straddled her and climbed up onto her until his cock was right above her face. He settled his balls down onto her mouth.

This brought a rousing cheer from the boys, and then one of them started chanting, "Ballsucker! Ballsucker!" and all the others joined in. The guy leaned down and said to her in a harsh whisper, "Yeah, suck my balls, slut."

What choice did she have, really? She just opened her mouth and sucked one of his balls in. It didn't taste very good, it was salty and sweaty and hairy, and she wanted to spit it out. But before she could even think about that, she had something else to think about, because as soon as she started sucking the guy's balls, another boy climbed in between her legs. She couldn't see this new boy at all, but she felt him put his hands under her ass and lift her up and slide his cock into her vagina.

"Spitroast! Spitroast!" one of the boys standing around watching started chanting, and the first guy laughed out loud and said "Fuck yeah!" and pulled his balls out of her mouth. Heather had no idea what they meant by "spitroast," but she sure found out, because the guy leaned over her so that his cock was facing right at her mouth. Then he dropped his hips, driving his cockhead against her lips. There wasn't really anything she could do but open her mouth and let him in.

And then the two boys, the one she didn't know and the one she couldn't even see, were both fucking her, pussy and mouth. And the boys standing around them took up their favorite chant again: "Slut! Slut! Slut!" while the two cocks pounded away in rhythm with the chant. She could feel the balls of the boy she couldn't see slapping against her ass. She could feel his cockhead bottoming out, repeatedly pummeling the end of her vagina. Suddenly she realized that he must have a big cock, at least it must be nice and long, and that thought sent a surge through her body, and her eyes rolled up in their sockets, and she spread her legs even wider, knees shaking uncontrollably. At the same time, the other cock hit the back of her mouth, and she gagged and coughed.

"Throatjob! Throatjob!" the chant around her changed. The boy in her mouth shouted, "Oh yeah!" and shoved his cock in deep. The boy in her pussy was groaning, holding his cock in deep, his balls hard against her asshole, and when she felt the warmth and wetness of his cum shooting inside her, she opened her mouth as wide she could and took the other cock into her throat.

"Oh fuck!" the boy she didn't know groaned. "Throatjob! Throatjob!" the other boys chanted. She felt cum still spurting in her vagina, and the boy in her mouth lifted his hips and pulled his cockhead out of her throat, and with his head right against the back of her mouth, he unleashed a giant shot of cum that went right down her throat. She coughed and sputtered and pulled away, and he continued spewing his cum all over her face. All the boys were cheering.

She tried to see who the boy with the big long cock was, but by the time the one that just came on her face had climbed off of her, the other one was gone. The cum leaking out of her pussy was all that was left of him.

By now, the crowd of boys was dispersing. She could hear them talking as they walked away: "God, what a slut!" one of them said. "I know! Can you believe what a skank she is?" another answered. "She's gonna be a whore when she grows up!" "Yeah, or a porn star!" "Both!" All of the boys were laughing hard.

By now, only two boys were left. She knew them, they were from her class. "You okay, Heather?" one of them asked.

"Of course she's okay, Freddie!" the other boy said. "Com'on, it's our turn!"

"Is it okay, Heather? Freddie asked her. He was already kneeling between her legs and pulling his trunks down. "Is it okay if I have a turn?"

She really didn't want to have any more sex. But she knew all those boys were right, she really was a slut and a skank. So she just tried to smile at Freddie as best she could, and nodded.

Freddie's face lit up in a huge smile, and he said, "Thanks, Heather!" His little thirteen-year-old cock slid right into her and he started humping.

"Hurry up, Freddie!" the other boy said. "I want my turn!"

Freddie didn't say anything, but Heather could tell he was already shooting off. He'd only been inside her for like thirty seconds! He obviously didn't want to pull out when he was done, but his friend was pushing him out of the way. "My turn!" he was shouting. "My turn!" Then he climbed on her, and slid right in, and started fucking her.

He took longer than Freddie, slamming into her hard and laying down on top of her. He had his mouth right up against her ear. "You're a slut, Heather," he whispered, right in her ear. "You're a fucking slut." She tried to look at him, nodding. "You're gonna let Freddie and me fuck you whenever we want, aren't you?" She nodded again. Maybe she didn't really want him and Freddie to fuck her whenever they wanted, but she was a slut, right? She couldn't say no. Sluts don't say no, right?

"Oh god, you're so fucking slutty!" he said, louder, still right in her ear. And then she felt him start ejaculating inside her. When he was done, he stayed on top of her, and inside her. "Whenever we want, right? Me and Freddie?" he said into her ear. He waited until she nodded before he pulled out and climbed off of her.

Finally left alone, Heather looked around for her bikini. When she found it, she pulled it on, then sat on the beach towel, hugging her knees.

A few minutes later, a guy came walking over and sat down in the sand next to her. She didn't recognize him. He was older, like maybe in college or something.

"You want a beer?" he asked her, popping open a can and offering it to her.

"Yeah, thanks," she said, taking the beer and tipping it to her mouth, swallowing down a big gulp. He popped open another can and took a drink himself. Then he reached in his pocket and took out a little pipe. He lit it and took a hit.

"Want some weed?" he asked her, talking while held in the smoke. He reached the pipe out to her.

"Sure," she said, taking a big hit, then coughing most of it out. "Sorry, I'm not..."

He laughed. "That's okay!"

"I guess I'm a lightweight!" she said, laughing herself. Her head was already feeling light, even though she hardly held any of the hit in.

He took the pipe from her and took another big hit, then passed it back to her. This time, she held her hit in. She felt her head swooning.

"So, you okay?" he asked her, nodding over in the direction of the boys, who were drinking beer and playing hacky-sack now. "Those guys were... unrelenting, huh?"

"Yeah," she answered. "But I'm okay."

"Good." She handed the pipe back to him and he took another hit. "I'm impressed."

Heather giggled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I've know ladies a lot older than you who never could have handled all of that."

She smiled at him. She decided that she thought he was really cute. "I guess I'm just a total slut."

"Oh," he said. "I don't know about that."

"That's what they said."

"Yeah. I heard. I thought that was pretty shitty of them."

"I guess," Heather said.

"I promise I won't call you that, if we ever have sex."

She smiled at him. She liked this guy. "It's okay," she said. "You can call me that, if you want."

He laughed. "So, how old are you?" he asked.

"I'm thir... I'm sixteen," she said.

He looked at her and raised his eyebrows. "Sixteen?"

"Yeah."

"Cool, that means..." He paused.

"What?" she asked.

"That means you're legal," he said.

"Yeah, I guess so," Heather responded.

"Hey, I'm sure you're probably sore, and exhausted, but if you want, we could go somewhere where we can be alone, and..."

"Okay."

He grinned at her. "I like you. What's your name?"

"Heather. What's yours?"

"Dave." He stood up, and offered her a hand. Once she'd stood up, he picked up her towel and shook the sand off of it, tucked it under his arm, and offered her his other arm. "Shall we go for a walk, Miss Sixteen-year-old Heather?"

"Yes, please, good sir," she giggled, putting her hand in his proffered elbow.

They didn't walk far, just around a big outcropping of rock, to the next beach alcove over. There, he leaned against a big rock, dug out the little pipe, and loaded the bowl again. Heather leaned next to him against the rock, too, and they passed the bowl back and forth a bit. Heather's head was really light now. She was totally high! She'd hardly ever smoked pot before, and never anywhere near this much. So she just giggled when he moved around so that he was standing in front of her and put his hands on the rock on either side of her head. She was still giggling like a stoned little girl when he leaned in and planted his lips on hers, giving her a big wet kiss.

She wasn't giggling, though, when he moved his hands onto her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. It wasn't that she was unhappy about it, or scared, or anything like that. No, not hardly! She stopped giggling because she was so excited! She'd never seen a grown-up cock before, not live and in-person and right in front of her face, and she was so anxious to see this one that she just quickly untied his trunks and pulled them down. And, oh my god! She wasn't disappointed at all by what she saw! His cock was just huge, thick and throbbing, veins pulsing, a big reddish sack with two enormous balls hanging underneath. His erection stood out like seven inches, as hard as any cock she'd ever seen, and his head was the biggest and thickest part of the whole beautiful thing, a giant purplish knob aimed right at her mouth and just demanding to be sucked.

What's a girl like Heather to do, when faced with a beast like this? Well, duh! She dropped her jaw as far as she could and engulfed that big purple knob and started stroking him.

"Oh, fuck!" Dave moaned. Heather looked up at him, her eyes smiling with excitement. She just loved getting this reaction out of guys! She did the best she could for a couple of minutes, but then he stepped back, pulling his cock out of her mouth. He helped her back up to her feet, then spread the towel on the sand. With his hand on her back, he kind of gently pushed her down onto her knees on the towel, then down onto her elbows as well. Heather really liked how this guy knew exactly what he wanted to do. A second later, her bikini bottoms were down to her knees and that enormous cockhead was pushing into her cunt.

Heather had had plenty of sex in her young life, mostly boys with little dicks and maybe one or two that were fairly large, including that unknown guy from earlier that evening. But she'd never had anything like this big thick monster inside her before. It felt like it barely fit. And this guy was all business, too. His hands were holding tight to her hips and he was rocking back and forth, stretching her wide open as he slid in deep. She reached back and started rubbing her clit, feeling his giant balls knocking against her fingers while she diddled.

After a couple minutes of nice hard sex, he pulled out. "I want you on top now." She enthusiastically kicked off her bikini bottoms and climbed on top of him as he lay down on the towel, and a couple seconds later they were fucking again. Heather went right back to vigorously rubbing her clit while she humped up and down on him, his big thick cock forcing her open deep inside her cunt. He lifted his hands up to her tits, pulling her top off and pinching her nipples.

Heather's body started shaking. "Oh, fuck!" she moaned, her eyes closed. "Ohhhhh fuuuuuck!" As she came, he wrapped his arms around her waist and effortlessly flipped her over onto her back, his cock never leaving her, never even missing a stroke. It hardly seemed possible, but her orgasm got even more intense now as he lay down on top of her quaking body and started slamming in and out. He planted his lips on hers, giving her another big wet kiss.

"You really are a little slut, aren't you, Heather?" he said, staring right in her eyes has he drove his cock into her cunt.

She nodded as best she could, her face bright red, her whole body awash in the hormones of sex. Her orgasm was peaking now. She'd never had one this intense in her entire life.

"A little sixteen-year-old slut," he said.

"Yeah," she said, her orgasm not ending, but at least leveling out. "About that... I lied. I'm not sixteen."

"Yeah? How old are you?"

"Thirteen," she answered.

"Oh fuck," the guy said. He stopped fucking her, although his cock was still buried in her.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked him, her voice full of concern, and still shaking from the orgasm that was finally abating now that he wasn't fucking her anymore.

"No, it's just... I've never had sex with a thirteen-year-old before."

"It's okay," Heather said. "I promise I won't tell anyone."

"So you're a thirteen-year-old slut then!" he said as he started moving his hips again.

"I am! I'm your little middle schooler slut!"

"Oh, shit!" he said. "I'm gonna cum!" Maybe the fact that he had just just figured out that he was fucking a middle schooler was enough to get him off!

Heather smiled, and she felt another orgasm washing her body in warmth in response to his big thick cock sliding in and out of her again. "Cum!" she said. "I want you to cum!"

"Oh fuck!" the guy hollered, and she felt it, she felt that wonderful warm feeling as a big shot of cum filled her deep inside, injecting sperm right into her womb. He seemed to cum forever, spurt after spurt, filling her up until there wasn't any room left for any more. Her body washed over and over with orgasm while he came.

He stayed inside her when he'd finished, his big thick cock plugging up her pussy so that none of his cum could leak out. He just lay on top of her, breathing hard right in her ear.

"That was wonderful, Heather," he whispered, kissing her on the cheek.

She smiled at him. "I told you I was a slut!" she said.

"Yeah, you weren't kidding!"

"And you can fuck me whenever you want. That was totally the best sex I've ever had in my life!"

"You should give me your number," he said, finally slipping out of her pussy and climbing off of her. She noticed that his cock was still thick, even though it was limp.

"Yeah! Then you can text me and we can hook up!"

"Exactly!" he said.

He gave her a ride home a little while later. They stopped a few houses down from hers, so that her parents wouldn't see them. He took out his pipe and they smoked some more pot, and Heather was feeling stoned again, and very frisky, so she reached over and took his dick out of his swimming trunks and started stroking him while they smoked.

"I love your cock," she said. "It's so big!"

He pushed his trunks down. "I love your hand," he said. "It's so little!"

Heather giggled, then leaned over, all the way down between his legs, and took one of his balls into her mouth. She looked up at him and pulled off his ball. "I'm a ballsucker!" she said, grinning.

"Ballsucker! Ballsucker!" he started chanting, just like the boys had done earlier. She giggled again, although the sound was muffled because she had his other ball in her mouth now.

When she pulled off of his second ball, he held the pipe down to her and she took a big hit. And then, still holding it in, she dropped her jaw and wrapped her lips around his big thick purple head again.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered while she sucked and stroked him. "You're really fucking good at giving head, Heather!" Her eyes smiled up at him, and then she decided to see if she could fit the whole thing in. So she went down, and swallowed hard when he got to the back of her mouth, and his huge cockhead went right down into her throat. She had to pull off right away, because it made her feel like she was going to gag, but she managed to smile up at him.

"I'm a throatjobber!" she said.

"Throatjob! Throatjob!" he chanted, and she giggled, then tried it again. This time she was able to keep it in for a bit longer, and even move her head up and down a bit while his head slid in. The guy chanted "Throatjob! Throatjob!" the whole time.

She pulled off again before it made her gag. "I've never done that before today," she said.

"You're a natural!" He mussed her hair, then held the bowl down to her again. While she took a toke, he wrapped his other hand around his cock and started stroking. "Now, the question is," he said, "are you a cum swallower?"

She nodded, holding in the hit. "Of course I am! What kind of a middle schooler slut doesn't swallow?"

"I really like you, Heather!" he said. She giggled, but it was muffled again, this time because he had put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her down onto his cock. He kept stroking himself while she sucked, and thirty seconds later he let out a long low groan, and she felt his cock lurch in her mouth and a big shot of cum fired out. She kept her lips locked tight around his crown while he finished, filling her mouth with his semen. Then she sat up and looked at him, a grimace on her face.

"Swallow! Swallow!" he chanted. She giggled, as best she could, and then she closed her eyes, and while he continued his silly chant, she gulped it down.

"You're the greatest, Heather!" he said, kissing her on her forehead.

She gave him a big smile, her eyes twinkling even though they were bloodshot and barely open from all the pot that they'd smoked.

"Text me," she said, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the lips.

"You know I will!" he answered.

She grinned. "I do! Because I'm a slut, and you like that!"

"Slut! Slut! Slut!" he chanted, grinning back at her. She giggled, and shook her head, and climbed out of his car.

Heather lay in bed afterwards, lazily stroking her clit as she faded off to sleep, thinking about Dave's big thick cock. She knew she had a lot of sperm in her right then, from a whole bunch of different guys. She'd lost count how many. But she hoped, if she was going to get pregnant, that it would be Dave's sperm that got inside her egg. That thought made her suddenly get all warm and flush, and she started cumming.

Her finger was working vigorously on her clit while her whole body shook. "Slut! Slut! Slut!" she whisper-chanted out loud while she came, making a big puddle on her bed sheet between her legs. "Cumdump! Cumdump! Cumdump!"

She fell asleep afterwards, and slept really well the whole night, dreaming of being Dave's little middle schooler slut and having him dump his cum in her every night until he finally knocked her up.