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Subject: {ASSM} "Another Young Innocent Life Ruined by the Killer Weed" (Norm DePloom)(Mf, first, oral, anal, cons)
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Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2004 17:10:06 -0400
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Caveat lector.

 

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.

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children, don't read it.

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it.

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don't read it.

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story, don't read it.

 

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Copyright C 2004 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for 

profit without the written permission of the author.  

This story may be freely distributed with this notice 

attached.  The author may be contacted at 'MyStories 

at normdeploom dot com' (Replace the 'at' and the 

'dot' with the appropriate symbols.)

 

All the characters and events in this story are 

fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 

entirely coincidental.

 

Another Young Innocent Life Ruined by the Killer Weed

 

By

Norm DePloom

 

Damian glanced over the fence to make sure the girl 

was alone then, propping his arms on the top edge of 

the fence, he spoke.  

 

"Hello."  The girl's body jerked in surprise, then she 

spun around to face the voice.  She unexpectedly felt 

a little thrill and warmth in the pit of her stomach.  

The man looking over the fence at her could not have 

come closer in appearance, and age, to the imaginary 

lover who invaded her bedroom almost every night. 

 

"Who are you?"  She asked.  Damian took a moment to 

let his eyes roam over the girl's body before he 

answered.  She was wearing a modest, by modern 

standards, two piece bathing suit and was obviously 

preparing to do some sun bathing.

 

"I'm your new neighbor," Damian answered as he 

slipped a joint between his lips, struck a match and, 

after waiting for the phosphor to burn off, applied 

the flame to the exposed end while he sucked on the 

other.  After a couple of experimental puffs to make 

sure it was properly lit, Damian sucked the smoke deep 

into his lungs.

 

"My name is Damian," he said while holding his breath, 

"what's yours?"  The girl seemed to be mesmerized by 

the glowing end of the marijuana cigarette. 

 

"Mandy," she finally replied, not taking her eyes off 

the wisps of smoke rising from her neighbor's joint. 

 

"Oh, I'm sorry," Damian said, letting the remaining 

smoke escape from his lungs.  "Would you like some?"  

Damian held the joint out towards Mandy, looking like 

he had suddenly realized that he was being impolite by 

not offering to share.  Mandy looked at the proffered 

hand rolled cigarette with a mixture of fear and 

curiosity.  Curiosity, and a desire to not be 

perceived as an inexperienced child, won; Mandy took 

the joint from Damian's fingers and, after looking 

dubiously at the brown streaks developing along its 

length, placed it to her pursed lips, sucked then 

coughed as tears began to stream from her eyes.  Mandy 

could feel her face turning red with embarrassment.  

Despite her parents opinion that the public school she 

went to was floating in drugs, Mandy had never seen 

anybody at her high school using drugs, and no one at 

school had ever offered her any drugs.  Now this 

older, obviously more sophisticated man was going to 

know she was nothing but an inexperienced child.   

 

"That's ok," Damian said.  Mandy looked down at the 

ground trying to hide her shame.  "That happens to 

every body the first time they try to smoke."  Mandy 

looked up at her neighbor and found him smiling at 

her, in a kind understanding way.  "I thought I was 

going to cough my lungs out the first time.  Pot smoke 

can be harsh on virgin lungs."  Damian smiled at 

Mandy, and she smiled back.  

 

"Try it again," Damian said, with what Mandy thought 

looked like a very impish smile.  Mandy smile back, 

took a smaller hit, and held it in a little longer.  

 

"That's it," Damian encouraged his new friend as he 

took the joint back from her and toked it.  

 

"You want to come over and have a beer?"  Damian asked 

as he let the smoke flow out his nose.  "We can sit by 

my pool and smoke another joint and drink a beer."  

Mandy could feel she was moving into dangerous 

territory, and it thrilled her.  Mandy was tired of 

being a child, she wanted to do adult things.  

 

"OK"

 

"Just let yourself in through the gate."  Damian 

instructed as his head disappeared below the top of 

the fence.  Mandy's fear and anticipation grew in 

equal measure as she walked down the side yard of her 

parent's house, out the gate, across the property line 

and in her neighbor's gate.  She found Damian sitting 

at a white pool side table under a large umbrella. 

Without speaking Damian pulled a cold bottle of beer 

from an ice chest and set it on the table in front of 

Mandy, then lit another joint and, after inhaling a 

lung full of smoke, held it out in Mandy's direction.  

Mandy smiled shyly at the man and took the joint.  She 

wasn't really feeling anything from her first couple 

of hits.  Mandy inhaled a larger quantity of smoke 

than she had the last two times, and held it in longer 

before releasing it.  Mandy passed the joint back to 

her new friend then picked up the bottle of beer.  

 

Unknown to her parents, Mandy had already tasted beer 

once before and, at the time, had wondered why anyone 

would drink the stuff.  Mandy brought the bottle to 

her mouth determined to drink the contents without 

letting Damian know how bad she thought it tasted.  

Damian watched as his young guest sipped from the 

bottle.  Mandy was pleasantly surprised by how much 

better this beer tasted than the stuff she had tried 

before.  She had not realized how thirsty she was 

until the cold liquid hit her tongue.  The small sip 

turned into several large swallows.  When she put the 

bottle back on the table, Damian was holding the joint 

out in her direction again.  She still wasn't feeling 

any effects of the grass, so Mandy took the joint and 

inhaled more smoke.  As she held the smoke in her 

lungs, Mandy began to move to the beat of the song 

playing on Damian's pool side stereo.  She wondered 

why she'd never noticed how sensuous this song was.  

Mandy continued to move with the music while she took 

another drink of her beer then accepted the joint back 

from Damian.  

 

When the music stopped Mandy suddenly felt empty 

inside, it was as if the music had filled some place 

inside her body that she had never realized needed to 

be filled until just that moment.  Another song began 

to play and Mandy felt like her body was being re-

inflated by the music.  As she began to move with the 

beat of the new song, Mandy reached for her bottle 

only to discover that it was empty.  When she turned 

to ask Damian what he had done with her beer, Mandy 

discovered another one being handed to her by her 

impishly good looking neighbor.  Mandy thought he 

must be psychic.  

 

Mandy was surprised when Damian suggested, after her 

second beer, that it was getting late and she should 

go home.  Mandy pouted outrageously, and insisted that 

she had plenty of time for another bottle.

 

"No," Damian said with a firm tone, "you go home now, 

get ready for your parents to come home."  Mandy felt 

a momentary surge of fear and guilt when Damian 

mentioned her parents.  Much sobered, Mandy went back 

to her parent's house and up to her room.  Mandy 

slowly removed her swim suit and discovered her skin 

was exceptionally sensitive to the small air currents 

that normally went unnoticed.  Just walking across the 

room was enough to send shivers down Mandy's spine.  

 

Lying on her bed, Mandy cupped her breasts and gently 

pinched her nipples with her fingers.  She felt like 

her body had reacted almost sexually to the music that 

had been playing on Damian's stereo, without touching 

herself, Mandy new that she was wet.  Before 

continuing to make love to her own body, Mandy climbed 

off her bed and put her currently favorite album on to 

play.  Before reclining on her bed, Mandy danced 

around the room, moving her naked body in ways she 

never would dream of even with clothes on.  The music 

seemed to grab the very core of her sexual nature and 

squeeze it unrelentingly.  As she moved to the music 

Mandy cupped her breasts and strained to get her mouth 

on one of her nipples.  She almost cried with 

frustration when, no matter how much she tried, she 

could not get either of her nipples into her mouth.  

Mandy desperately wanted to know what it felt like to 

have her nipples sucked.  

 

Dancing across the room, Mandy laid on her bed and ran 

her hands over her naked body as she continued to 

gyrate to the music.  Mandy's hands moved over her 

breasts, her belly, her inner thighs, and finally her 

wide open crotch.  Two fingers gently stroked Mandy's 

hard, sensitive clitoris while fingers on her other 

hand explored deeply inside her wet, virgin pussy.  

She had never stimulated herself in this way before, 

in the past she had always just used her open hand to 

rub circles on her crotch.  Mandy pretended the 

fingers stroking her clitoris and moving inside her 

pussy belonged to Damian.  When Mandy imagined Damian 

penetrating her virgin body, her back arched lifting 

her fanny off the bed.  With only her shoulders and 

feet touching the comforter, Mandy's muscles knotted 

and relaxed rhythmically as she experienced the most 

intense orgasm of her young life.  

 

Mandy laid on her bed, her hands still moving over her 

naked skin, the music still seeming to fill the empty 

places inside her, while she caught her breath.  She 

stayed on her bed, naked and enjoying the new found 

sensuous nature of her favorite music until she 

realized that it was time for her parents to get home.

 

The next day at school, Mandy saw everything in a 

different light.  She detected an odor on some of the 

other students that she had never been able to 

identify before.  On one of the breaks between 

classes, Mandy went into the girl's restroom just as 

three other girls were leaving, the room quite 

literally reeked of marijuana.  Mandy shook her head 

thinking about her own naivete when she remembered how 

often she had smelled that odor in this bathroom 

without having the foggiest idea what she was 

smelling.  Mandy decided that perhaps her parents were 

right, maybe the school was floating in drugs.  Mandy 

began to wonder why none of the drug users had ever 

offered her some.  The answer was painfully obvious, 

Mandy wasn't cool.  She wasn't hot either, she was 

pretty much a non entity.  By the time Mandy got home 

she had decided to beg, borrow or steal a couple of 

joints from Damian and use them to bribe her way into 

the 'cool' group.  

 

Mandy put on her swim suit and headed for the 

backyard.  She could hear music coming from the other 

side of the fence.  Mandy got the step stool her 

mother used to water the plants hanging on the patio 

and carried it over to the fence.

 

"Hey you," Mandy yelled waving at her neighbor.  

 

"Hello Mandy," Damian waved back, but did not seem to 

be anxious to invite her over.  

 

"Can I come over?"  Mandy asked, determined not to be 

dissuaded from her goal of procuring a couple of 

joints.  

 

"Sure, come on over."  Mandy climbed down off the step 

stool then, after returning the step stool to its 

place on the patio, she made the journey to Damian's 

back yard.  By the time she sat down at his pool side 

table, Damian had already placed an open bottle of 

beer on the table for her, and was rolling a joint 

over the open cigar box that he used to store his 

grass and papers.  Mandy picked up the cold bottle and 

drank even before she sat down.  Damian fired up the 

first joint and passed it to her.  

 

Mandy was amazed by how much more quickly she felt the 

affects of the drug this day as opposed to the day 

before.  While the previous day she had been almost 

overwhelmed by the beauty and sensuousness of the 

music, today she found herself laughing, almost to the 

point of hysterics, at everything Damian said.  

Mandy's cheeks hurt from smiling, her stomach hurt 

from laughing harder than she had ever laughed before 

in her life, and, somehow, she had accumulated three 

empty beer bottles in front of her. 

 

"Could I get a couple of joints from you?"  Mandy 

asked the question with exaggerated seriousness during 

a brief pause in the general hilarity, then held her 

breath waiting for Damian's reply.  She watched, with 

growing anticipation, as Damian rolled two generous 

joints then closed the lid on the cigar box and placed 

the joints side by side on top of the box.  Mandy felt 

like her mouth might start watering as she looked at 

the two marijuana cigarettes.   

 

"Grass isn't free," Damian said turning to face Mandy.  

Mandy's face dropped, she felt almost like crying.  "I 

let you share my grass with me because I enjoy your 

company."  Mandy smiled weakly at the compliment.  

 

"Grass isn't free," Damian repeated, "but there are 

other ways than money to pay for it."  Mandy swallowed 

hard, did she really want the grass that bad?

 

"Stand up," Damian took Mandy's hands and pulled her 

to her feet, then moved her over so she was standing 

right in front of him.  Before she had a chance to 

object, Damian had slipped Mandy's swim suit top up 

off her breasts and began to suck on her right nipple.  

The moan that came from deep in Mandy's throat would 

have made Damian smile, if his lips hadn't been busy 

with her hard, crinkled nipple.  Mandy felt her knees 

go weak and placed her hands on Damian's shoulders for 

support.  She had been wondering for a long time what 

it was going to feel like when someone finally sucked 

on her nipples, and now she knew.  It felt better than 

anything she could ever have imagined.  It felt so 

much better than her own fingers.  It felt like a high 

voltage currant of pure sexual excitement was running 

through her body from the nipple Damian had his lips 

on to her pussy, which was now sending urgent messages 

to her brain demanding attention.  Damian moved his 

mouth to her other nipple.  Mandy found herself both 

hoping he would, and terrified that he might, pull her 

swim suit bottoms down and touch her there.  After 

thoroughly sucking on each of her nipples, Damian 

pulled Mandy's face close to his and kissed her just 

as thoroughly.  Mandy returned Damian's kiss while she 

wished he had three mouths so he could suck on both of 

her nipples, and kiss her, all at the same time.  

Mandy was left panting and wishing for more when 

Damian pulled his mouth from hers and placed the 

joints in her hand.

 

"That's all these two are going to cost you," Damian 

said with a devilish smile, "you'd better go home 

now."  Mandy walked in a daze to the gate leading out 

of Damian's back yard, and only after she opened the 

gate did she realize that her swim suit top was still 

up under her armpits.  With some reluctense Mandy 

pulled her top down over her naked breasts.  Mandy had 

to admit that was enjoying the illicit thrill of 

having her breasts naked outside, almost in public. 

 

Mandy went directly to her bedroom.  She did not 

'seduce' herself, as she usually did, by caressing 

herself and pinching her nipples.  Mandy ripped off 

her swim suit, flung herself on her bed with her legs 

spread wide and her knees bent, and then 'attacked' 

herself with both hands.  She continued with her self 

stimulation until she had her third orgasm.  As she 

got dressed in preparation for her parents getting 

home, Mandy wondered about how much better Damian's 

mouth felt on her nipples, and wondered if he'd feel 

that much better than her fingers between her legs.  

 

The next day at school, Mandy was absolutely convinced 

that everyone she passed in the hallway could see the 

joints in the zip lock bag resting on the bottom of 

her purse.  During the break before her last class of 

the day, Mandy wandered into the girl's bathroom where 

she had most often smelled grass in the past.  One of 

the girls that, Mandy was sure, was responsible for 

the smell was at the mirror, combing her hair.  

 

"Hi," Mandy said with a smile.  The girl looked at 

Mandy with undisguised suspicion.  Even though they 

had several classes together, they had never spoken 

before.  

 

"Hi," she finally said.  Mandy dug into her purse then 

came up with her zip lock baggie.

 

"Would you like to smoke one with me?"  Mandy thought 

the girl looked like a trapped animal as she glanced 

around the small room, obviously convinced that some 

form of trap was about to be sprung.  

 

"Shit," she finally said, "why the fuck not."  Mandy 

followed the girl into one of the stalls.

 

"I never figured you for a stoner."  The girl said as 

Mandy fired up the joint while trying to look like it 

was something she had done before.  

 

"Actually, I just discovered grass a couple of days 

ago."  Mandy passed the smoking joint to her new 

friend.

 

"A newbie."   

 

"Yes," Mandy admitted apologetically.   

 

"My friends call me 'Kitten'," the girl told Mandy as 

she passed the joint back to her.  Mandy thought 

'Kitten' to be a marvelously sexual nick name. 

 

"I'm Amanda, but everyone calls me Mandy." 

 

"This is pretty good shit, where'd you get it?" 

 

"From my neighbor, he's the one who turned me on to 

grass."  

 

"He gave these to you?"  Kitten asked, indicating the 

joint they were smoking and the one still in the 

plastic bag.  

 

"Not exactly..."

 

"How much did he charge you?"

 

"Well, I didn't exactly pay for them."  Mandy waited 

for the censorious look from Kitten.  

 

"That's cool," Kitten said, then took a hit from the 

joint before she continued, "I've fucked for grass 

before.  I don't know any stoner chick that hasn't 

fucked for grass occasionally.  A lot of them won't 

admit it but, fuck them."  Mandy started giggling, 

which started Kitten giggling.  Mandy had never heard 

so many 'fucks' from another girl in such a short 

period of time.

 

"Fuck them," Mandy said experimentally.  It was the 

first time Mandy had said 'fuck', and in some strange 

way it felt liberating.

 

"Hay," Kitten said with a smile, "you do what you got 

to do.  Hang on to the roach," Kitten advised handing 

the little, brown stub of the joint back to Mandy.  

Mandy dropped it back into the zip lock baggie then 

buried the baggie at the bottom of your purse.  

 

"You ever been to class stoned?" Kitten asked.

 

"No."

 

By the time her last class was over Mandy was afraid 

there was going to be a wet spot on the back of her 

skirt.  Kitten's mentioning of 'fucking for grass', 

and the memory of Damian's warm, wet lips and tongue 

on her nipples, had sent Mandy on a fantasy voyage of 

the type she usually reserved for her nightly pre-

sleep masturbation episodes.  Despite numerous efforts 

on her part, Mandy could not pull her stoned mind away 

from thoughts of what it was going to feel like when 

she really did 'fuck for grass'.  After class Mandy 

walked home, went up to her room and once again 

'attacked' herself before putting on her swim suit and 

going next door to see Damian.  

 

After peaking over the fence to make sure her 

neighbor was home, and being invited to come on over, 

Mandy retraced her steps of the last two days and sat 

beside Damian at his pool side table.  Damian was 

reading what Mandy first assumed to be one of the more 

scandalous 'men's' magazines that her parents would 

never dream of letting into their house.  Mandy had 

often thought her parents were so uptight it was a 

miracle they managed to have even one child.  On 

closer examination, Mandy realized that the women in 

the pictures weren't just naked, they were tied up.  

The sudden image of being tied up and helpless sent a 

surge of erotic excitement through Mandy's body.

 

Mandy took a closer look at her neighbor's magazine.  

Some of the naked women were tied up in ways that 

seemed just plane silly to Mandy.  What good was it to 

tie up a girl with her legs held closed and her 

breasts covered.  Other pictures sparked Mandy's 

imagination.  These were pictures of women tied with 

their legs spread wide, ready to be used by any man 

who came along, unable to stop any man who wanted to 

from using them in any way they desired.  Mandy 

wondered if Damian wanted to tie her up and fuck her.  

 

"I may supply you with pot," Damian said as he 

retrieved his cigar box from the seat of another 

chair, "but you have to learn to roll your own joints.  

Mandy had watched while Damian rolled joints and now 

she was trying to duplicate what she had seen.  While 

she concentrated on papers and grass, Damian unhooked 

the straps on her swim suit top and removed it.  Mandy 

was learning her first lesson about men; once they 

have had access to any part of a woman's body, they 

feel like they own it and can use it anytime and in 

any way they desire.  Mandy found it difficult to 

concentrate on rolling her joint with Damian's hands 

touching her breasts and nipples.  She finally managed 

to complete the task, and proudly held a ragged, 

loosely rolled joint up for Damian to see.

 

"Light it," Damian said without stopping his tactile 

exploration of Mandy's naked upper body.  

 

"Come here," he ordered rather gruffly as he pulled 

Mandy from her chair and sat her in his lap, facing 

him, and with one of her legs on each side of his.  

Damian took the joint from Mandy.

 

"We're going to smoke this one a little different," he 

announced, "I'm going to take a hit then, while I'm 

kissing you, I'm going to blow the smoke out and you 

will inhale it.  Mandy could feel Damian getting hard 

and pressing against her crotch through his shorts and 

her swim suit bottoms while he sucked smoke into his 

lungs.  Damian pulled her close and, bringing their 

lips together, explored Mandy's mouth with his tongue 

while he exhaled smoke into her lungs.  Mandy's head 

was spinning.  When Damian exhaled, Mandy felt like 

Damian himself was entering her, not just smoke from 

his lungs.  With her breasts pressed against Damian's 

chest, and his tongue exploring her mouth, Mandy began 

to move her crotch against the hardness pressing 

against her pussy.  Mandy held the smoke in her lungs 

until she thought she might explode, then exhaled 

through her nose while her tongue twisted and danced 

around Damian's. 

 

"Now you inhale and pass it to me," Damian said after 

breaking their kiss.  Mandy sucked as much smoke as 

she could into her lungs, then plastered her mouth to 

Damian's.  Mandy quickly lost herself as she kissed, 

exhaled slowly, and humped herself vigorously on her 

neighbor.  

 

Mandy pouted when Damian pushed her off his lap.  The 

pout ended when he pulled her swim suit bottoms down 

to her knees then picked her up and sat her on the 

table.  Her entire body shivered when Damian pushed 

Mandy's legs apart and ran his hands down her inner 

thighs.  When his hands reached her crotch, Damian 

used his thumbs to separate her pussy lips then leaned 

forward and kissed her pussy just as he had kissed her 

mouth.  Mandy gasped when fingers other than her own 

touched her for the first time.  She gasped more 

loudly, and moaned from deep in her chest, when 

Damian's tongue pushed deep inside her body.  

 

Placing Mandy's legs on his shoulders, Damian reached 

up with both hands and grasped Mandy's breasts while 

he concentrated his tongue on her swollen clitoris.  

Mandy flexed her leg muscles, pulling her older 

lover's mouth more snugly against her pussy.  

 

"Oh fuck, don't ever stop," Mandy moaned as she ran 

her fingers through Damian's hair.  As her first 

orgasm coursed through her like an electric current, 

Mandy wondered how she would ever be satisfied by 

masturbation again.  Mandy realized that her perfect 

man would have to have four mouths.  Mandy felt like 

her entire body throbbed with pleasure every time 

Damian's tongue moved over her clitoris.  Mandy's 

entire universe shrank until it was no bigger than her 

clitoris, or her clitoris grew until it was the size 

of the universe, Mandy wasn't sure which.  Nor did she 

care.  It was a glorious, vibrating, pulsing universe.  

She closed her eyes and saw explosions of blinding 

bright light every time the tongue flicked over her 

clitoris.  Mandy's belly was beginning to cramp as 

wave after wave of muscle tightening orgasmic pleasure 

washed through her body. 

 

Mandy lifted her head and looked around in confusion 

when the delightful licking suddenly stopped.  Hands 

grasped her wrists and pulled her to a sitting 

position, then off the table onto her feet.  With a 

mixture of excitement and fear, Mandy prepared to fuck 

for the first time in her life.  Unexpectedly, Damian 

pulled her down onto her knees in front of him then 

undid his shorts and pulled his hard cock into view.  

With a hand on each side of her head, Damian pulled 

Mandy's head down to his crotch.  Mandy opened her 

mouth and took Damian's rigid cock onto her tongue.  

She was instantly fascinated by the feel and texture 

of the shaft and head as Damian slowly moved her up 

and down, fucking her mouth on his cock.  Mandy 

grasped the base of Damian's cock with one hand and 

moved her mouth up and down the shaft at the same 

tempo Damian had been moving her head.  With her other 

hand Mandy reached down between her legs to finger her 

pussy and clitoris.  She could not remember ever being 

this wet before.  She knew, that if she kept this up, 

she would end up with a mouth full of ejaculate.  

Mandy did not try to pull back when Damian's cock 

spewed cum into her mouth.  This man had just made her 

feel pleasures she hadn't even known existed a few 

minutes before, and if he wanted to fill her mouth 

with his discharge she was more than happy to take it.  

 

Even before his cock stopped jerking in her mouth, 

Damian pulled Mandy to her feet and onto his lap with 

her legs on each side of his.  There was no room for 

question now, Mandy was about to get fucked.  Being 

just as eager for cock as Damian was for pussy, she 

reached down and, grasping Damian's hard cock, guided 

it into her wet, open, virgin vagina.  As she lowered 

herself onto the rampant dick, Mandy could feel her 

cunt stretching to accommodate the large shaft of 

flesh.  She could feel herself stretching, there had 

been nothing bigger than her finger in her previously.  

As she settled into Damian's lap, fully impaled on his 

hard cock, Mandy felt only a tremendous sense of 

fullness.  A wonderful new type of fullness she had 

never felt before.  As she rose up onto her tip toes, 

and slowly sank back down on the hard shaft, Mandy 

knew, beyond any doubt, that this was exactly what 

that particular hole in her body was made for.  Damian 

pulled Mandy close and began to suck on her nipples 

while he moved his cock deep in her body.  

 

"Yes, fuck me," Mandy moaned, on the verge of tears 

from the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling.  

Mandy thought she was feeling every thing she could 

feel, until Damian gently pushed the tip of one of his 

fingers into her anus.  

 

"Oh, god," Mandy gasped when the fingertip slipped 

into her anal sphincter.  "Oh, god," she wailed in a 

long, drawn out moan as the finger slipped deeper.  

Damian let her nipple slip from his mouth and kissed 

up her neck to her ear.  

 

"Next I'm going to fuck this hole," he whispered in 

Mandy's ear, pushing his finger deeper into her while 

he talked so there would be no doubt witch hole he was 

referring to, "then I will own you, you'll be mine 

mouth, ass, and cunt."  An orgasm more intense than 

anything Mandy had ever experienced crashed over 

Mandy's body as Damian proclaimed his ownership of her 

body and simultaneously thrust his finger deep inside 

her ass.

 

"Yes," Mandy whimpered in Damian's ear, "fuck me and 

make me yours."  Holding Mandy's naked body tight 

against his, and with his finger fully inserted in her 

ass, Damian fucked her with long hard body pounding 

thrust.  Mandy held on to Damian and felt like she was 

on the verge of passing out as his large cock 

thoroughly and completely fucked her cunt.  By the 

time he pulled his still hard shaft from her pussy, 

Mandy's pot saturated brain felt like she'd spent a 

lifetime riding Damian's large flesh-rod. 

 

With only a brief pause to rearrange Mandy's body, 

bending her face down over the table with her legs 

spread wide, Damian knelt behind her and, pulling her 

fanny open, pushed his tongue deep into her tight, 

virgin ass hole.  While he fucked his tongue in and 

out of Mandy's ass, Damian worked two fingers deep 

into the hole his cock had just abandoned.  

 

"Oh god, oh god, oh fuck, oh god," Mandy chanted 

softly and almost incoherently as the tongue and 

fingers moved in and out of her body.  Once Mandy's 

nether hole was sufficiently prepared, Damian stood 

behind her and, after fucking his hard cock into her 

cunt a few times to pick up lubrication, he lined his 

dick up with her body's only remaining virgin orifice, 

leaned forward to grasp the edge of the table with one 

hand on each side of Mandy's head, and pushed.

 

Mandy's face reflected the discomfort of having her 

anus forced open.  Tears streamed from her eyes as her 

sphincter muscle stretched to the point it felt like 

it was ripping.  The stretching stopped, leaving Mandy 

with a whole new feeling of fullness.  

 

"Fuck yourself," Damian ordered, whispering in Mandy's 

ear, "fuck yourself with your fingers.  Make yourself 

cum while my cock is in your ass."  With tears flowing 

down her cheeks, Mandy reached between her legs with 

both hands and began to work her cunt and clitoris.  

Damian used a handful of Mandy's hair to lift and turn 

her head, making her mouth available.  Pushing his 

tongue between Mandy's lips, Damian explored her mouth 

while he gently moved his cock in her painfully 

stretched anus.    

 

"It may take a few times," Damian told Mandy as he 

gently wiped the tears from her face after he pulled 

his mouth from hers, "but you will get used to having 

my cock in your ass."  He pulled his cock almost all 

the way out, then pushed it back in before he spoke 

again.  "You might even get to like it."  Even though 

the pain was subsiding, leaving the feeling of 

incredibly uncomfortable fullness in its place, Mandy 

had her doubts about getting to the point where she 

would actually enjoy the experience.  

 

While he fucked with long slow thrusts, Damian lit 

another joint then held it to Mandy's lips so she 

could take a hit without stopping her frantic 

fingering of her pussy.  He encouraged his new pot-

slut to take hit after hit while he fucked deep into 

her ass.  After several minutes the seemingly 

impossible happened and Mandy felt the warm melting 

feeling that was a precursor of her orgasm sweep over 

her body.  It was followed only moments later by an 

orgasm that caused her anus to clamp down on and 

massage Damian's cock.  Damian held his dick deep 

inside the clasping ass until his orgasm joined hers.  

When Damian pulled his cock from her body Mandy felt a 

momentary emptiness until her ass readjusted.  Damian 

pulled her over to sit on his lap and let his hands 

roam possessively over her still naked body.   

 

"I'll keep you supplied with grass," he promised 

Mandy, "and in return I expect you to satisfy all of 

my sexual desires."  Mandy nodded her head in 

agreement, then looked over at the magazine.  

 

"Yes," Damian said noticing her glance, "I will tie 

you up and fuck you're helpless body to my hearts 

content."  Damian brushed some wayward strands of hair 

from Mandy's face.  "I'm going to use you in ways you 

haven't even begun to imagine.  I'm going to make you 

do things you've never dreamed of."  A chill ran down 

Mandy's spine with the certain knowledge that Damian 

would live up to his promises.  

 

Mandy put her swim suit back on, collected a bag of 

grass and a packet of papers from Damian and headed 

for the gate in the side yard.  Mandy knew that her 

father, if he knew, would call her a whore, a whore 

who fucked for drugs.  He was right, Mandy new she 

would be fucking for drugs, but she was also going to 

be fucking just for the joy of fucking.    
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