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Curse hotmail for restricting the length of
subject lines!!! A pox on ye, Microsoft!
American Virgin is, of course, a fictional parody
of the current reality tv craze. All characters are
completely made up and are in no way meant
to portray actual persons, living or dead, and
especially not the guy who might remind you
of Ryan Stiles. If you are not of legal age to
read adult-oriented material of a sexual nature,
then stop reading now and turn on Fox tv to
watch teen-oriented material of a sexual nature.
If your local laws prohibit reading such materials
at any age, bookmark this story, move, and
then read it.
The first chapter (in two parts) contains the
essential plot setup, which I've tried to keep
entertaining, along with light depictions of
exhibitionism, male public humliation, and
male domination of a female. There is no
actual sexual contact in part 1, so if that's all
you're after, might as well find a different
story. At the end of part 1b you will get a
chance to vote on which characters will "move
on" to the next round of stories, which will
contain some actual sex.
As always, comments, suggestions, and
criticisms (constructive or otherwise) are
welcome at David_Altaire@hotmail.com.
Sexy nude pictures, too--please, no camels.
-David
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**********
"And we're back, live from Los Angeles,
with me, your host Brian Willoughs, and Amanda
Hutchins, your American Virgin!" The crowd
dutifully clapped along with the signs, the
jeering of Charles having finally died down.
"Next up is our talent competition. Each of these
12 bachelors will have the chance to demonstrate
their own, sometimes debatable, talents to
Amanda. While we prepare the stage for each act,
please direct your attention to the big screen at
the center of the stage, where you will learn a
bit more about each of our contestants."
Amanda had been shown to a high stool to
one side of center stage, and the crew had found a
new, and unstained, robe for her to wear. She
divided her attention between the video screen and
the stagehands who were rolling a piano onto the
stage for the first man. Two minutes later, a
still-nude Roger strode up and sat down on the
bench, placing his hands on the keys.
"Roger will be playing the piano and
singing for Amanda, to the tune of the Elton John
classic, 'Your Song'."
Amanda knew that tune, and found it
touching that the man would choose so romantic a
song as that to serenade her with. She'd liked
Roger to begin with, and notched him even higher
on her scale as he performed, even if he did
strike a couple bad chords and his voice wasn't
exactly Grammy-worthy. Even if he was a bit less
musically talented than the immortal Elton, his
face showed a definite passion for the music, and
the girl was completely taken by the romantic
demeanor of the handsome future doctor.
Filipe was next, the diminutive Hispanic
opting to perform a monologue from Shakespeare's
Romeo and Juliet for Amanda, which he did well,
even if it was a bit odd to see a naked man wax
poetic on stage. The man actually received a
lengthy round of applause when he was done, and
the trained thespian Amanda was duly impressed by
his performance. As they prepared the stage for
the next man, the 19 year-old virgin found herself
already debating between Roger and Filipe as her
current favorite.
Mike took the stage, still nude of course,
and brought down the house with a hilarious
stand-up routine mocking, ironically enough,
reality tv shows. Amanda's sides were hurting by
the time he was done, and she joined much of the
crowd in giving the young comic a standing
ovation, having nearly fallen off of her stool
earlier anyway. Sense of humor was definitely the
first thing she looked for in a man, and Mike was
the clear front-runner where that was concerned.
After his own introductory video,
LaBrandon returned to the microphone, offering his
rendition of the LL Cool J hit "I Need Love".
Amanda had never been a big fan of rap music, but
she found herself quite impressed at the muscular
black's rapping skills, as well as the moves he
performed behind the microphone. The pretty
young blonde also discovered that her earlier
horny mood was beginning to recover from Charles'
'outburst', due in no small part to watching her
fourth suitor's considerably large dick bounce
and sway as he danced around the stage, and also
in remembering the way he had mentioned his oral
sex fixation earlier. LaBrandon would be an
excellent choice as well, she thought.
The mysteriously named Rake was next to
perform for her, and yet again she found herself
being serenaded as the aspiring musician brought
out a guitar and strummed away while he lit into a
lulling love song, which he explained he had
written especially for the occasion. The punkish
19 year-old showed his humorous side as well,
though, drawing laughter from the audience and
Amanda both as he improvised on the chorus, "I'm
naaaaked, and I've got a heart on for youuuu.
Amaaaaanda, I think Charles would eat your poo
poo." As he took a deep bow and made to exit,
stage left, Amanda once again found herself torn
in trying to decide which men she'd rather the
audience keep for her.
The young virgin saw that no props at all
were brought on stage for her next performer,
which turned out to be the domineering Evan.
Still as naked as the others, he walked right up
to her stool and stood just inches away, looking
down into the girl's eyes without expression. "My
talent is reading minds," he said, his voice as
devoid of emotion as his face. "I will now read
yours."
"You are afraid of me, but not in the
classical sense of the word. You don't fear me
physically, but rather you tingle inwardly at the
thought of what I might command you to do, and
shiver delictably while considering the innermost
passions within you, which I shall awaken. You
feel a dampness between your legs as you picture
me handcuffing your wrists to an overhead bar
before I whip your tender buttocks, you shudder
with yearning when your mind's eye imagines the
sensation of being tied down to a hard wooden
table while I slowly drip molten wax onto your
naked, blindfolded body.
"You cringe but yet cannot back away from
eager anticipation at the knowledge that, soon,
you will be utterly powerless before me, impelled
by your own lusting desires to carry out my every
command, no matter how twisted or perverse your
old self might have considered it. Even now,
gazing up at my presence, you feel a need rising
up inside of you like a tidal wave, begging for
release, desiring nothing more than the touch of
my hand on your soft young body, the heights of
sensual bliss which only I can carry you to.
"You will choose me," he concluded
in convincing fashion, the whole auditorium
seeming to exhale as one when he turned to stride
confidently off the stage. Amanda was flushed and
fighting to regain both her breath and her
composure after the man's brief but powerful
statement, which she somehow knew was utterly
true. Hardly able to believe it, she found
herself hoping beyond hope that the viewing
audience would vote this man through, so that she
in turn could choose him as the one to yield her
virginity to.
If the show needed a tension breaker, it
was granted two minutes later as the virginal
Brad took the stage. Amanda openly gawked as he
clip-clopped his way up to her wearing nothing but
a pair of tap shoes, only to strike a pose and
launch into a most impressive tap performance as
soon as the producers keyed up his music. As he
tapped and bounded his way across the old wooden
platform, the girl found herself smiling and
giggling at the sight of his penis flopping around
wildly at his gyrations, as well as by the broad
and somewhat embarassed smile on his face every
time he glanced over at her. He ended the number
on one knee, blowing a kiss to the smiling blonde
as she clapped enthusiastically. She definitely
liked Brad.
The immense black, Steve, was the next to
perform, and fittingly enough, he alternated
between an exercise routine and striking a series
of poses which showed off his muscular physique.
Amanda couldn't help but be impressed, not only
by the massive schlong dangling between his thick
thighs, but also by the sheer power and energy he
exuded as he performed one handed pushups and
hefted a series of massive weights off the stage.
Envisioning what it would be like to feel those
huge, powerful arms around her smaller frame and
that enormous johnson crammed into her as yet
unused quim, the girl marked Steve as another man
that she hoped to see again.
The crew needed a longer period to change
the set for her next bachelor, during which they
ran a short video highlighting some of the girls
who Amanda had beaten out to star in American
Virgin. She remembered meeting some of them, and
had genuinely gotten along with a few, to the
point of exchanging phone numbers with three of
the also-rans and even meeting up with one for a
couple of girls' nights out. As she half-watched
the presentation, she noted the crew struggling
first to remove Steve's heavy weights, and then
to wheel out and lock into place a series of
wooden ramps and railings.
The instant the announcer started his
introduction, Matt burst onto the stage atop a
skateboard, rocketing through a series of jumps
and tricks that left Amanda almost breathless. A
few kids in high school back home had taken to
wheeling skateboards around the streets, and some
of them were able to do tricks, but Matt's
manuevers blew them away by a long shot! She also
couldn't help but give the man credit for doing
them while wearing nothing but a helmet and two
kneepads, which in and of itself entertained her.
As he wound up the series of stunts, set to a
hard-driving punk rock track, the pierced man
deftly executed a final jump and then flipped
the board up into his waiting hands, smiling
broadly at the girl. "I'm much better on my BMX,"
he said to her, "But there are some things even I
won't do naked." She laughed along with the
crowd, while Matt quickly wheeled himself
offstage. She still wasn't sure about the
piercings and tattoos, but she liked his style for
sure, and the sense of humor was there.
Ken was the next to compete, and he opted
to read an original poem to Amanda. The blonde
bombshell was quite impressed, not only by the
apparently heartfelt and, well, poetic, words
which he read, but also by the passion and heat
which he exuded as he stood there. He ended by
pulling a single red rose from the podium they'd
set up for his reading, kissing the petals softly
before handing it to her. With only two men left
to go, Amanda had not yet found a single one which
she wouldn't enjoy getting to know better.
She smiled when she recognized Dave's
huge grin walking onto the set, that single thing
alone more than making up for his small stature.
He walked directly to a microphone stand at the
front of the stage, speaking briefly as he
motioned to the screen. "For my talent, the
producers were nice enough to lend me the use of
their video editing equipment for a few hours,
and so I made a video about what life is really
like, in da 'Hood." He cast a wide smile in
Amanda's direction as the lights dimmed and the
big screen lit up with his video.
She laughed out loud when she saw that
the 'Hood' that he'd mentioned was actually the
affluent Los Angeles suburb of Altadena, and
the arena dissolved into hysterics as his film
followed him around the wealthy region while he
walked up to one stranger on the street after
another and lambasted them with gangster lingo
that he obviously as had as much trouble saying
as they did understanding. The video ended with
an encounter he'd apparently had with a police
woman who'd been issuing parking citations, which
mainly consisted of the poor lady alternately
apologizing for the various 'crimes against the
black nation' which he mentioned, and asking him
to repeat himself when he slurred deeply into
Ebonics. For the eleventh time in as many
contestants, Amanda found herself thinking that
the latest one was her early favorite.
Neither she nor the audience needed to be
reminded of who the last competitor was, and sure
enough, Charles crept meekly to a lone microphone
stand in the center of the stage. As the jeers
and catcalls from the audience started up again,
Amanda noticed that his smallish prick was once
again coming to life, and she wondered at what
kind of a person would actually get off on being
publically berated. She waited to see what kind
of 'talent' Charles possessed.
Amanda, the audience, and even Brian the
host were all absolutely flabbergasted when
Charles broke out into a deep tenor, his rich
voice filling the hall as he sang an operatic
piece which the young girl neither recognized nor
understood the words to, but never the less found
herself absolutely awe-inspiring. She had been to
a grand total of one opera in her life, and that
only on a school field trip to Sioux Falls during
her junior year, but Charles' deep voice easily
surpassed the vocal talents of any of the singers
she remembered from that performance. Despite her
complete lack of comprehension of the words, which
she guessed must be in Italian or something, she
found herself tearing up as she watched the
impassioned expression on the submissive man's
face while he sang, saw the tears running freely
down his somewhat beefy cheeks. The 19 year-old
virgin joined the entire crowd in a standing
ovation for the red-haired singer when he finally
finished his piece, a few members of the audience
even shouting for an encore.
She found herself reevaluating the wimpy
man who had shot off on her without so much as
touching himself, now that she had seen this other
side of him. Amanda had no idea what to do with
a man who got off on being publically humiliated,
but his obvious singing talent, combined with the
passion of his performance and the pleading,
almost desperate look on his face, left her
wondering if perhaps she wouldn't be so bad off
were Charles to make it through to the next round,
after all. Which now left her with 12 eligible
bachelors of varying looks, personalities, and
kinks, all of whom she could gladly see herself
spending at least one date with, and possibly
surrendering her virginity to at the conclusion of
the show.
The 19 year-old blonde beauty was actually
glad that she didn't have to make this first
decision herself!
**********
Author's note:
That's the end of Part 1 of American
Virgin. Now it's time for you, the viewing
(reading) audience to vote. Which 6 semifinalists
will move on to the stately Hollywood hills
manor with the gorgeous young virgin, Amanda?
Which 6 will get to spend one long evening alone
with the girl, with no holds barred so long as
her precious hymen remains intact? Which of these
young men would YOU like to see Amanda eventually
end up with?
Send your vote (please, just one name per
reader) to David_Altaire@hotmail.com. Two weeks
after this story appears on the ASSM archive site,
I will conduct a final tally of the votes and
begin work on the rest of this series, with each
of the top 6 vote getters co-starring with the
lovely Amanda in a full-length story chronicling
their date. And of course, each of the dates will
follow along with the stated kinks and perversions
of the chosen men, at least so far as the rules
allow. ;)
After the dates, you and Amanda (meaning
I haven't figured out yet if there will be enough
of a response to make another vote practical) will
decide on the winner, who will be rewarded with
the sexy young girl's vaginal cherry in a final,
epic tale. Note that I said "vaginal"--there's
got to be *something* sexual to tide the readers
over between now and then. :)
__________
Breakdown of the competitors (for ease in voting):
Roger - 26, brown hair, blue eyes, lean but fit
body. Medical resident, true romantic. Very
handsome, sang and played piano to Elton John's
"Your Song".
Filipe - 22, Hispanic, black hair w/goatee, brown
eyes. Marketing student, submissive male who is
into bondage. Wowed Amanda with a reading of
Shakespeare.
Mike - 24, tall blonde with blue eyes. Stand-up
comedian, likes sex, period. Cracked up Amanda
with his jokes and stand-up routine.
LaBrandon - 21, tall and muscular black, brown
eyes, shaved head, large cock. Musician and
rapper who's into giving and receiving oral sex.
Serenaded Amanda with LL Cool J's "I Need Love".
Rake - 19, small build, blonde hair & green eyes,
average sized penis. Student and punk musician,
likes public sex. Sang an alternately loving and
humorous song for Amanda while playing guitar.
Evan - 25, tall and strong. Black hair, brown
eyes. Night club owner who enjoys dominating
women, he cut to the chase and described in detail
to Amanda exactly what she felt in regard to him.
Could there be a little hypnotism/mind control
involved here? ;)
Brad - 18, average height and athletic build,
brown hair & green eyes, sensitive and somewhat
cute personality. Student and virgin, who
looks forward to losing his cherry with the lovely
Amanda. Performed a nude tap dance for her.
Steve - 23, black, very tall and very muscular,
with black hair/brown eyes and a huge dick.
Semi-pro athlete and warehouse supervisor who is
bisexual and willing to do just about anything to
anyone. Gave Amanda a taste of his workout
regimen.
Matt - 20, tall and wiry, bleach-blonde hair, blue
eyes, many tattoos and body piercings including
his cock. Pro BMX/extreme sports athlete, into
piercings (pain?). Treated Amanda to a private
showing of his skateboarding skills.
Ken - 23, average height, muscular frame, brown
hair & eyes. Accountant and aspiring writer who
enjoys exhibitionism and sex in public, plus
anything else she's up for. Read an original
romantic poem and presented Amanda with a red
rose.
Dave - 22, black, short and lean but with an
above-average cock. Computer programmer, likes
to watch (voyeur) and video tape sexual acts.
Presented a comic 'mockumentary' on video tape.
Charles - 25, average height, slightly overweight,
red hair w/freckles and green eyes. Lawyer, likes
being dominated and humiliated; came all over
Amanda's legs and feet without being touched,
while pledging to do a variety of demeaning things
for her. Gave a rousing operatic performance as
his talent.
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