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Subject: {ASSM} Debbie's Story by Rachael Ross (M+/f+, Teen, First, Interracial, Size, Gangbang, Coercion, Drugs)
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Debbie's Story

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: M+/f+, Teen, First, Gangbang, Interracial, Size, Drugs,
Coercion

Note: This story is an alternate account of chapters 7 and 8 from
"Daddy's Little Whore" but may be read as a separate piece of fiction
and is not overtly linked to that story except as noted here. The
reason I'm writing it is because I've just finished proofing those
chapters from DLW and I'm not really sure how I feel about them. I'd
kind of like to experiment a little and see what Debbie experienced
from her point of view. I just really want to understand this
character better and it's entirely possible that I might do the same
with Heather, the third female character.


Debbie's Story
by rache


The night I lost my virginity I was 15 years old, a student at a
catholic girl's school, and just about as innocent as a girl could be.
I'd been invited to go to a party by a friend of mine, another 9th
grader named Samantha, who we just called Sammie mostly. She wasn't my
best friend, that was Heather, but Sammie was okay too. She was just a
little different though, and not just because she was so pretty then
with her long blond hair, and blue eyes, and a really beautiful face.
She talked different than most girls I knew, like she knew a secret or
something, and if you listened really close you could almost hear it,
but not quite.

Her mom had died though, a long time ago and Jen, another friend of
ours, always said it had made Sammie grow up too fast. That always
seemed pretty sad to me. Another thing that was strange, or maybe not,
was sometimes I would catch her looking at me. Not staring or
anything, not really, but just...looking at me, like she wanted to say
something. But she never did and she'd look away, frowning a little
maybe, and then smile like she'd forgotten all about it. Sammie also
knew about sex, or at least we thought she did, she sure sounded like
it and Jen had told us, kind of secretly, that Samantha wasn't a
virgin. Jen knew a lot about Sammie because they'd been best friends
forever.

My best friend was Heather, and we'd known each other since 3rd grade,
which was more than half my life then. So it was kind of a long time.
She's pretty, not like Sammie who's about the prettiest girl in
school, but cute. Heather's definitely cute, with brown hair to her
shoulders, kind of wavy, and nice hazel eyes. Soft white skin and
small breasts maybe, a little baby fat on her hips, but she was
growing still. She'd had a boyfriend, a high school guy like 17 years
old, but he'd dumped her. That had been tough and Heather had spent a
lot of time at my house crying over that jerk. She thought he'd loved
her, and Heather wanted to have sex with him, I mean she really did.
She was always talking about how she couldn't wait to do it.

I couldn't decide if I wanted to wait or not. I wasn't pretty at all,
I didn't think. Not even cute. But I knew I wasn't ugly either. It was
just that my body couldn't figure out what it was doing. I was sort of
tall, like 5'4" then, with long black hair and blue eyes, dark blue so
my eyes looked black sometimes, and that was cool. I liked my eyes. My
boobs had just started growing, finally! Everyone had boobs but me it
seemed like, but then one day I did. And they grew pretty fast too,
but it was strange, you know, getting used to having boobs, so I was
still trying to figure out if I should cross my arms under or over
them,. Dumb, I know. So anyway, I don't know. I looked okay, my body
was nice, my face was sort of cute, but all those parts of me just
didn't seem to fit together. That's the best way to explain it.

My mom just said I needed a little more time and then...I'd be
beautiful. But that was my mom saying that, so she probably had to.

So, one day kind of out of the blue, Samantha asks Heather and me if
we want to go to a party. She said her boyfriend was having it and he
said Sammie could bring some friends if she wanted. Sam's boyfriend
was a college guy, or so she said, and so the people at the party
would all be older than us. That kind of made me nervous, but only
because I wasn't really sure about myself. Samantha, she'd have no
problems. She didn't act like she was 15 anyway, more like she was 25
or something. So I didn't think I wanted to go, really.

But Heather was hot for it, naturally. She'd just broken up with her
boyfriend and she wanted another one as soon as she could find one.
She had something to prove I guess, which is always a bad thing. When
Samantha mentioned college guys, Heather's eyes just lit up and even
though I said I didn't want to go, making excuses like how much
trouble I'd be in if I got caught, Heather told me she wanted to
go...But she wouldn't unless I went with her. And that was Heather
right there, she was always doing that to me. She'd want to do
something crazy and talk me into it, making it seem like we both
wanted to do it, when all I was doing was trying to make her happy. It
didn't seem very fair sometimes, but she was my best friend, so what
else could I do?

And I guess I might as well admit the truth now, right? I did kind of
want to go. I'd never had a boyfriend, never even kissed a boy before.
I didn't think I'd get one at that party either, but it would be fun,
maybe. And if I did meet a boy, well I did think it would be nice
kissing, you know. And if he wanted to touch me, well...I thought
about that sometimes. And sometimes I thought about it a lot, you
know, alone in bed, sort of half-asleep, remembering something Heather
might have told me about what it was like with her boyfriend. How he
touched her breasts, even fingered her sometimes. I couldn't believe
it when she told me that, but Heather swore it was true. They'd kiss
and he'd rub her pussy and she'd play with his penis, his cock. But
never going all the way, just getting close to it.

I'd think about that and touch myself, feeling my sex inside, how it
was soft and buttery, especially after I'd rubbed it for awhile. My
hymen was broke already, so I could go in pretty far when I wanted to,
and I'd imagine it was a boy, someone I liked a lot, and he was
touching me and kissing me, and then getting on top of me. I really
wanted that, maybe even more than Heather, but I couldn't ever say it.
I'd have died if anyone knew how much I wanted to have sex, real sex.
And so I was thinking, hoping and dreaming really, that maybe at this
party I might find a boy like that.

Picking out my clothes was the hard part. Samantha wasn't any help, I
asked her what I should wear and she just shrugged. I asked what she
was going to wear and she laughed, telling me she hadn't even thought
about it. But if I looked like her I guess I wouldn't have worried
about it either, Sammie could wear a burlap sack and win a beauty
contest, which seemed totally unfair to me at the time, but I stll
liked her. Lots of girls, I mean the really pretty ones, they don't
even look at someone like me. But she was my friend and she never
asked for anything in return, so I couldn't get really mad at her
anyway.

The only thing that was really weird, and this probably should have
clued us in right away, was that Sammie hadn't asked Jen if she wanted
to go. We weren't even supposed to tell Jen about it, I don't think,
but Heather mentioned it and then Jen was asking and we told her. I
didn't know why Jen couldn't go and neither did Heather, and Samantha
wouldn't say, not even to Jen herself. She just told the girl she
couldn't come and they had a big fight over it, I think. But it's hard
to tell with those two anyway, they're like sisters and their
arguments almost never happen where someone else might hear it.
They're lucky that way, Heather and I got in a fight once and we were
yelling at each other across the playground, but that was in the sixth
grade, we'd grown up some since then.

Anyway, Heather said she was going to wear a skirt and a little top
that she'd just bought, like a little halter with spaghetti straps,
and that sounded pretty sexy. I wanted to be sexy too, but I was shy
so I just wore a skirt, a nice one that was black like my hair and
loose, reaching my knees. And a white blouse on top of that, it was
real silk too, which made it awesome, I thought. Heather thought I
should have worn a shorter skirt, but not me. I had sort of skinny
thighs in my opinion, but my calves were fine, they looked good. I
pinned my hair back with a pink clip, just so it would fall nice on
the left side of my face, and I liked it. At school I always wore my
hair up, letting it all the way down so it fell past my shoulders made
me look a lot different.

Heather was wearing a short white skirt, that showed off her legs, and
they're nice legs too. Heather had really small breasts, just little A-
cups and she hated that, but her legs and especially her butt were
pretty great. My butt was okay, but I was just 15 so it was supposed
to be okay. She wore that halter too; kind of a wine color, red wine,
and she had a bra on underneath that, which looked sorta bad. The
straps were big, a lot bigger than the straps of her top. I didn't say
anything though, but I should have probably. Samantha finally pointed
it out at the mall, which was where we were meeting Sam's boyfriend.

"You gotta do something about your bra, Heather." Sammie was shaking
her head.

"Why? What's wrong with it?" Heather kind of frowned.

"You look like you just got it." Sammie laughed. "Your mom make you
wear it?"

"No." Heather shook her head.

"So take it off, Jesus." Sam looked at me then. "You think she looks
like a dork?"

"Ummm..." I didn't want to say anything, Heather was my best friend.

"Alright." Heather shrugged. "I'll take it off."

So, we all went in the bathroom so Heather could take off her bra,
which was cool. Sammie was putting on this bubblegum lipstick, and it
was pretty, like bubblegum pink, of course. I didn't really think
Sammie would wear bubblegum lipstick, I mean she was so pretty I
thought probably she'd be wearing something serious, but she wasn't.
It was like she didn't care what her boyfriend thought about her. She
was just wearing jeans and at-shirt, a Power-Puff Girls T-shirt, which
is like a kids thing, you know? She had a soft leather jacket on too,
and I loved it a lot. I asked her how much it was and she just grinned
at me, so it must have been like a hundred dollars probably and I knew
I'd never get anything like that. And Sammie looked good like that,
way better than me naturally and I might have felt kind of bad just
standing next to her, except she was so nice to me. And she was giving
me that funny look again, but when I looked at her she just smiled.

"You want some?" Sammie asked me, holding out her lipstick.

"I'm not really..." I started saying.

"What?" Sam grinned at me. "You never wear makeup?"

"No, sometimes I do." I lied. "My mom doesn't really like it when I go
out if I wear it though."

"So?" She looked at me like I was crazy, but still smiling. "You're
mom ain't ever gonna know, Deb. Here..."

Sammie pushed the lipstick in my hand and I guess I didn't have much
choice, right? But I wanted to wear lipstick anyway, I just didn't
want to seem like a little girl, cause I wasn't very good at putting
it on.

"Here, give it to me." Samantha took it and then grabbed my shoulder,
turning me to face her. She was putting the lipstick on for me, moving
the greasy tip over my lips. "Make like you're gonna kiss me."
Samantha said softly and I blinked at her. "Like this."

She pushed her lips out a little and she was looking right in my eyes
and it was that same look, that secret one and I know it sounds dumb,
but I thought she was going to really kiss me. I swear, I thought
Sammie was going to give me my first kiss and that would be...weird,
but I did it. I even closed my eyes, holding my breath and waiting for
it.

But all she did was put a little more lipstick on me and I felt myself
turning really red, so I looked away, pretending like I was tasting it
or something, smacking my lips together and then licking them.

"Don't play with it." Samantha giggled at me, as if everything was
normal, and I guess it was. She hadn't wanted to kiss me, why would
she? We were both girls.

Heather was coming out then, looking a little nervous because her
nipples were plain as day through her blouse, but it did look better,
even if it was too sexy probably. I was glad my bra was okay, it was
smooth, like a sports bra really, and with my blouse on it didn't
show, or look stupid or anything. If I'd had to take it off, I
probably would have gone home and I didn't know how Sammie could go
around all the time not wearing one at all. I swear, even at school it
was like she didn't car, but we had blazers there anyway.

Finally, after we hung out for a bit, Samantha called her boyfriend
and he must have been like right outside, because about two minutes
later he was there. That was cool though cause a lot of guys were
checking us out, like old guys you know? Those weird old men, like my
dad's age, looking at us, especially Sammie, and bumping into stuff.
It would be funny if it wasn't so pathetic. Like what? We were gonna
talk to them? Let them take us home and have sex or something? That's
pretty sick, I thought, but Samantha didn't seem to mind at all, in
fact she was smiling at some of those guys, I know she was. And
Heather, she didn't even notice probably, she was too busy hiding her
nipples, which was funny. The only reason she wore a bra was because
her nipples were like an inch long, I swear, and they're always hard.
She complains about it because Heather says it hurts after awhile, so
she wears a bra to cover them up.

Heather and I got the shock of our life though when we got in the car,
a nice one by the way, one of those expensive kind, and the guy
driving was black. I swear to God, he was like African or something,
except he was wearing a suit instead of a lion skin. And Samantha got
in the front seat and just starting kissing him, seriously kissing him
too. She had her tongue in his mouth, I could see it when they moved,
you know. All me and Heather could do was stare at them. Samantha,
who's as white as a snowman in a snowstorm was just making out with
this black guy like the world's gonna end in five minutes.

I was ready to go home right then. I mean, I don't have anything
against black guys, you know, but why didn't he just get a black
girlfriend? There's lots of them out there. And Samantha, Jesus, she
could have any guy she wants, seriously, and she wants him? It was
just wrong, that's all. I just thought it was wrong and I whispered to
Heather that we oughta just split, but Heather liked watching them I
think. She said the guy was hot, if you can believe that. And maybe he
was, I don't know. He wasn't ugly, I guess, but hot? Johnny Depp is
hot. Brad Pitt is hot. Okay, maybe Wesley Snipes is sorta hot, but
he's an actor anyway. He's supposed to be. This guy though, and his
name was Deke...I don't even know what that's short for...This Deke
guy wasn't an actor, no way. So I didn't think he was very hot at all.
I figured he was probably a drug dealer, like the way he was dressed,
and that fancy car. He was probably a pimp too, for all I knew. All
those guys are pimps and drug dealers and I don't know what else.

But I didn't get out, even though I knew I should have, just because
Heather was staying. And we drove to his place, or his parents' place
I guess, that what he said anyway. And he was nice, he talked normal
anyway. I was afraid he was going to talk about gats and bling and rap
or something, but he sounded smart and he said he was going to college
and all that. At least I relaxed a little bit, somehow. Heather kept
pinching my leg though, and whispering at me to smile a little. She
smiles too much sometimes, I think. I was okay though, and after
awhile it didn't bother me that the guy was black, I mean if you
weren't looking at him you'd never even know, seriously. He sounded
pretty white to me.

His house was nice, really nice. I mean I lived in a nice house, and
so did Heather and Samantha, since we all lived in the same
neighborhood. None of us were really rich, but just kinda rich maybe,
I didn't really know. This guy Deke though, his family must have been
rich. His house looked like one of those houses you see in movies
sometimes, like it wasn't even made of wood. Just cement and steel and
glass. A lot of glass, and it looked like art, kinda. More than a
house anyway and I don't know if I would have wanted to live in it or
not.

Deke showed us around, saying funny things about every room
practically, like how he couldn't even go in the living room until he
was 13 or something. That made me laugh and I was starting to like him
by then, because he was being very nice. He even touched me, just
lightly and I didn't mind it for some reason, and he was asking me if
I believed everything he said, and I told him no, but I didn't know
what he was gonna say next either.

He really was handsome too, I guess I kinda lied about that before. Or
maybe it was just seeing him up close, standing up instead of sitting
in his car. He had a great body, I could see that, even though he was
wearing like a charcoal suit and everything, He had broad shoulders
and a narrow waist and I didn't mind him talking to me, or touching
me, except I knew he was Sammie's boyfriend, and a black guy too. I
mean I didn't want him to be my boyfriend or anything.

I asked Sammie if she'd met Deke's family, since he was her boyfriend
and all, and Deke told me she hadn't because his dad was prejudiced
against white people. That sort of made me feel bad. My dad's pretty
prejudiced against black people. I didn't think I was, but my dad
definitely. If he had any idea I was at a black guy's house he'd have
whipped my butt with his belt hard. He did that sometimes, even though
I was 15 already. He'd pull my panties down and spank me raw if I
deserved it, and I deserved it about once a week usually. If he knew
Sammie had a black boyfriend, he'd probably move me to another school,
since the reason I went to a catholic school in the first place was
all the girls there were white. I'm not catholic, we're protestant,
but there wasn't any protestant private schools, so I went to Lourdes.
At least I didn't have to go to mass on Wednesdays with the other
girls; I went to the library with the few other students who weren't
catholic either.

We went to the back of his house, kind of going slow, but getting
there and I guessed that was where the party was, because we could
hear the music, even through the closed doors. It was loud rap music,
like the really hard rap, with all the swearing and stuff. I didn't
like it and I especially didn't like it when we went into Deke's big
recreation room and there was like a dozen black guys, or I guess more
like seven, eight including Deke, but it seemed like more at first.
They just looked at us too and I was like, oh we're in the wrong
place. And I wasn't really scared, or maybe I was, but Samantha
wasn't. Heather was nervous I think, but still smiling. All I could do
was stand there and stare.

"Come on, you don't have to be shy." Deke was smiling at me and taking
my hand. He wanted to introduce me and Heather to his friends, and
reluctantly I went along with him. I thought Samantha was with us too,
but she went over to the pool table and started talking to some guys.
She probably knew all those guys anyway, I thought, and she wasn't
scared so maybe it would be okay. But I wished she was with us,
standing next to me.

The room was big, and nice and lit kind of soft, but still bright
enough so you could see just fine. It was comfortable, you know, with
real wood paneling on the walls, and thick brown carpeting. There was
a pool table and a big bar, a huge one with stools and shelves and
glasses hanging from racks in the ceiling. There was a huge television
and some guys were playing basketball video on a new Xbox and the
stereo was there, with a whole wall of movies and games and books.
There was some huge furniture, oversized stuffed chairs and a sofa and
all that. It was a cool room, way better than mine at home, and out
back I could see a patio with a swimming pool and a Jacuzzi all lit up
blue and white, but nobody was in it. Everybody was in the rec room,
staring at us.

"Girls, this is JoJo and Chilly, and that big guy, he's Brian, but
everybody calls him BMF..." Deke leaned down and whispered in my ear.
"Don't ask me why." And I giggled nervously.

All these guys were smiling and shaking our hands and saying how nice
it was to meet us. That BMF guy, which I still don't know what that
means, he was huge, really fat, but he had such a warm smile too. You
ever notice fat people have nice smiles? He would have been really
scary if he didn't though.

"And, here's Money and Michael..." Deke introduced us to the two guys
playing basketball, and they paused the game, standing up even so they
could shake our hands.

"Why do they call you Money?" Heather asked the one guy, and he was
just a little taller than me, probably the smallest guy in the room,
but still he looked pretty strong.

"Cause when I'm shootin' three's..." he grinned, "...it's money,
baby!" and he got a high five from Michael and we laughed, but I don't
think either me or Heather knew what he was talking about.

And mostly we just kind of stood around for awhile talking with those
guys and they finally changed the music, which was nice, putting on
something cool, that Gnarles guy, I liked his song "Crazy" a lot.
Someone, I guess it was that JoJO guy, he brought us some champagne,
which I'd never had before and I wasn't sure if I should drink it, but
Heather was drinking, so I did too. It was good, really sweet and the
bubbles tickled my nose. I drank it sort of fast too, maybe because I
was really nervous. My knees felt like they were shaking, but they
weren't. It was so weird talking to all those black guys, especially
since they were all older than us, way older like 20 or 21 maybe. They
didn't talk to us like we were kids though, they were kind of serious
and kind of funny, asking us about school, and being interested in
what we liked and stuff like that. It was nice, I liked it a lot,
being treated like an adult.

And none of them were grabbing us or anything either. I'd been kind of
worried about that. But none of them touched me, except maybe a light
hand on my shoulder once in awhile, just to make a point, or get my
attention. They sort of talked like I expected though, some of them.
Like that JoJO guy, and BMF, they liked to say things like "This nigga
done that..." or "That freak was doin' this..." but it wasn't that
bad. Other guys, like Deke, and Michael, those two sounded as white as
my dad.

I drank two glasses of champagne kind of fast, and I felt warm, but a
little more relaxed and Deke was holding my hand, which was okay. I
felt like I sort of knew him, more than the others at least, and he
led me over to the bar with Michael. Heather was talking to JoJo and
Chilly, laughing and drinking her champagne fast too. I didn't really
want to leave her, but she seemed to be okay, so I went with Deke and
the other man, and I sat on one of the padded barstools while Michael
opened some more champagne for me. Samantha was sorta close anyway;
she was playing pool with a couple guys who liked like brothers maybe,
except all the guys were black, so it wasn't all that easy for me to
tell. She was having fun too it looked like, the guys holding her
close and teaching her how to play. It was kind of shocking cause in a
way it looked like they were almost having sex, you know, the guys
bending over her the way they were.

"You know you really do look nice, Debbie." Deke was saying to me. I
was sitting there, spinning a little and smiling, drinking my
champagne. "I like young women who dress nice."

"Yeah?" I bit my lip a little and looked down, blushing and I wasn't
sure why, maybe because he called me a young woman instead of just a
girl. I liked the sound of that a lot.

"She does look nice." Michael agreed. "Hey, try one of these, Debbie."
He was holding out a little pink pill, sort of shaped like a triangle,
but with rounded points.

"Oh no." I shook my head. "I can't..."

"It's okay." Deke told me. "It just something to make you feel good,
nothing bad."

"What is it?" I asked, feeling a little curious. I'd never done any
drugs in my life, but I'd never drank either, except a glass of wine
at Thanksgiving once.

"Ecstasy." Michael smiled at me. "Do you know what ecstasy means?
Intense joy or delight." He held it out. "Now, are you going to say no
to that?"

I giggled, making a little face. "I don't know, ummm..." I'd heard of
ecstasy, I mean everyone has, there were even some girls at school who
had tried it before and they'd said it was great. "...Okay." I took it
from him and looked at it. It really was very small, not even the size
of an aspirin, so even if it was bad, it couldn't be that bad, right?

"There you go." Deke was smiling, watching me swallow it down with
some champagne and Michael refilled my glass. "You're all grown up
now, Deb. You're not a little girl anymore, are you?" And his hand was
on my knee, stroking my skin gently, moving just under the hem of my
skirt.

I laughed, feeling self-conscious at what he was saying, and I pushed
his hand away, but it came right back.

"You're a beautiful woman, that's for sure." Michael was touching me
too, leaning across the bar and rubbing my right arm, putting his
mouth close to my ear. "I bet you're boyfriend is missing you right
now, isn't he?" The man whispered.

I giggled and shook my head slightly, pushing Deke's hand away
lightly, and waiting for it to come back. "I don't have a boyfriend."
I told him, feeling my face turn red and my whole body was flushing,
really. I was feeling warm all over and it was pretty awesome.

"No boyfriend?" Deke frowned at that, and his rich brown eyes looked
sad for me.

"Nope." I spun around a little, teasing him because his fingers just
slipped off my thigh then.

"I could be your boyfriend, baby." Michael whispered, and I felt the
back of his fingers brushing across my cheek as he whispered.

"Ohhh..." I grinned, feeling better and better with every passing
minute. "My dad would kill me if I got a boyfriend."

"If you just got a boyfriend?" Deke smiled. "Or if you got a black
boyfriend?"

"Uh...Both!" I giggled and then his hand was moving up under my skirt
a little, giving my thigh a squeeze and I tried to push Deke's hand
away, but I ended up just holding it, feeling his fingers against my
warm white skin as he massaged me gently.

"Your daddy doesn't have to know." Michael chuckled, "Just a
boyfriend, just for fun, that isn't a bad thing, is it?"

"Um, I don't know." And I shivered a little, feeling my body flash hot
and cold and I drank more champagne. I realized I wasn't scared at all
anymore, not even a little, I felt like it was okay, like I was in
charge. I was having fun, talking with two handsome black guys,
drinking champagne, and I felt so grown up, finally. I think maybe
that was what I wanted more than anything, just to be treated like a
woman, and not a little girl. I was so tired of my parents, of my dad,
and the way they wouldn't let me do anything. Not even wear makeup,
for instance. This was way better and I really didn't care what my
daddy would think right then.

"You're feeling it now, huh?" Michael blew softly in my ear and I
tilted my head with a laugh. "You know what feels good, don't you
baby?"

"Yeah." I licked my lips, smiling and feeling my heart thumping in my
chest.

"Look at Sammie go." Deke laughed. "Dancing with the big man." He was
looking at Samantha as she danced with that BMF guy, he was all smiles
and he moved like...I don't know, a black 300 pound Fred Astaire, I
mean he danced really good. It was surprising, and Samantha, she was
just laughing and moving her body in twenty different directions,
which looked ridiculously sexy. It wasn't even dancing it
was...Obscene.

"Come on, let's go dance a little." Michael said, taking my hand and I
nodded. I didn't know how to dance, not very well anyway, I just
danced alone mostly, or sometimes with Heather in my room. This would
be my first time dancing with a guy and that seemed kind of funny. So
Michael and I were there, close by Sammie and BMF, moving to the
music, Gorillaz I think, something pretty smooth anyway. And I just
felt so good. Not drunk or anything, at least I didn't think I was, I
was just...Happy. Ecstatic! I laughed at that thought; at the fact
that I was experiencing what was it? Extreme joy? Yeah, that's what I
was feeling and I asked Samantha if she'd taken one of those pills and
she just laughed and nodded.

"I want another one!" I told her, moving my hot body around while
Michael had his hands on my hips sometimes, or on my shoulders.

"No way, you don't need another one, Deb!" Samantha grinned at me and
then someone was pouring champagne all over her! I mean he was
supposed to give her a drink from the bottle, and he did at first, but
then he just poured it all out, a full bottle, so it ran down her face
and soaked Sam's T-shirt and everything. She was lucky she'd taken off
her nice jacket, and t was funny for some reason and her shirt was see
through, so we could all see her boobs, which looked perfect, I swear.
She looked at herself for a second, like she might be mad, but then
Sammie laughed and started dancing again, but playing with her breasts
now, squeezing tem through her wet t-shirt and even pulling her hard
nipples until they stuck straight out.

"Hey, what about me?" I giggled, having no idea why I was saying that,
but knowing I wanted to be like Samantha. That feeling came out of
nowhere, like a truck blindsiding me, but I knew it was true. I wanted
to be just like her and I just hadn't admitted it before. Samantha was
the most perfect girl I knew, always so confident, knowing exactly
what she was doing and what she wanted. Like the rest of the world
bored her because she was so far ahead of us.

"Shower time, baby!" The guy who'd soaked Sammie had another bottle
and I looked up as he held it over my smiling face, feeling that cool
bubbly sticky stuff wash over me. I rubbed it in my hair and then my
body, taking a shower in it and I was giggling and looking at Samantha
who was watching me, giving me that look and I wondered if it meant
something....I almost had it, you know? Or maybe I just wanted to
believe what I was thinking and couldn't admit. Not even right then
when I was feeling so good.

Samantha didn't say anything, she just smiled, looking into my eyes
and she grabbed me, taking my by the hips and pulling me to her,
pulling my butt against her while she danced, so it was like we were
having sex. She was whooping and I was giggling, looking over my
shoulder and wriggling myself against her. Sam was riding my like a
cowgirl and all those guys were watching and I loved it. I wanted them
to watch, like it just made me feel more free somehow. We could do
anything it seemed like, anything we wanted and these guys wouldn't
care. They wouldn't laugh at us or anything. So when Samantha reached
for me, and I suddenly felt her hands on my breasts, squeezing me,
pressing against my burning nipples beneath my wet clothes, I didn't
mind.

And I turned my head, already knowing I'd see that look in her bright
blue eyes. I understood completely now. Samantha was a lesbian, or
something, maybe not totally. But she was a little and that was why
she was looking at me at school, and why I felt so funny. Cause only
guys ever looked at me the way she did, and not very many of them
really. But Samantha did, almost every day, at least once or twice and
now she was smiling, staring at me and holding my breasts while we
moved and I knew she was going to kiss me. She put her mouth on mine
and I felt a little scared, a little nervous, and I didn't do
anything, like I was frozen for a second, and then I opened my mouth
for her. I let her tongue inside, past my lips, and it was my very
first romantic kiss ever. And it was with another girl, with the most
beautiful girl I knew, in front of a bunch of black guys and I didn't
care at all.

I kissed her back, rubbing myself against her, my back against her
breasts, my butt against her thighs and pelvis as she kept moving with
me, like she was making love to me from behind and I felt it, just a
little trembling in my tummy and then a soft rush, like my blood was
thick and hot and buttery. My heart was pumping hard and my pussy was
burning and squeezing itself inward the way it does when I'm going to
cum. Samantha was giving an orgasm just kissing me, undressing me with
her hands, pulling off my blouse and sliding her hands under my bra. I
was shaking and moaning into her sweet sticky mouth, my nipples aching
as I felt her hands on me.

"Oh god I love you..." I breathed, but she couldn't hear me, I don't
think, and then someone was pouring more champagne over us, or maybe
they'd been doing it for some time already. For awhile there I hadn't
been aware of anything but Samantha. Now I was coming around again,
and we kept kissing, but it wasn't the same deep passionate one we'd
shared, it was fun and playful. We licked each other as champagne
washed over out faces. I drank it from her mouth, Sammie's tongue
pushing it between us so I could swallow it, then I'd fill my mouth
with the bubbly stuff and share it with her.

And I saw Heather watching us, covered with champagne now as well, and
being undressed by two black guys. They were kissing her and rubbing
her body and massaging her with their kisses. She was moaning, licking
her lips, and smiling at me, watching as Samantha and I had our fun. I
don't know what my best friend thought of that, or if Heather even
cared at all about what we were doing. I lost sight of her as someone
else began kissing me, and another man was kissing my breasts and then
my pussy, Samantha had been rubbing me while Heather watched, rubbing
my clit and making me quiver inside, but someone else was there, a
black guy, all the someone's were black guys, and they were pulling us
reluctantly apart.

"Oh god..." I moaned, finding myself on the carpet, on a soft dry spot
near the big glass windows, and Deke was there. He was kissing me, his
mouth on mine and I wasn't stopping him at all. I wanted him to kiss
me and I sucked on his tongue and lips and rubbed my hands across his
body. He was undressing me, peeling off my wet clothes and the air
felt good on my hot body and He was undressing as well. I could put my
hands on his bare chest and I felt his muscles, smooth and hard and I
groaned as the man's fingers found my sex. Deke went in slowly, so
slowly, feeling me spread around him and he was looking for my
virginity I think, but I was open already, since I'd broken it myself
with my own fingers a year before.

We didn't talk, we didn't say a word, we just sighed and moaned and
moved our bodies together. I might have worried that this was
Samantha's boyfriend I was making out with, but that thought didn't
last long at all. And then I thought of my dad and how he had no idea
that I was kissing a black guy, that Deke was fingering my pussy,
pushing in a second finger, making me gasp as he stretched me a little
more, making me wetter and wetter for him. He was so gentle it was
unreal, but still he was moving fast too, and I was shocked when he
took my hand and put it on his penis, on his cock. It was huge and so
hard, but mostly huge and I had to look at it, to see how big it was.
It looked as big as my arm, black and stiff and standing straight out
from him. I couldn't even get my fingers around it and I licked my
lips, wondering what he intended to do with it, and knowing the answer
all too well.


"Come here, let me get you ready, Debbie..." Deke was whispering and I
giggled, thinking it was a joke. I wasn't a virgin, but only
technically since I'd broke my hymen. Realistically I was a serious
virgin. This was the first cock I'd ever touched in my life, and it
was a monster.

He wanted me to lick it, to get used to it he said, because he was
going to be my first. Deke had asked me if I'd ever made love and I
hadn't, I told him that, and that's when he said he was going to do
it.

"...But only if you want to, Debbie." He whispered, kissing my ear and
pushing his two thick fingers inside my pussy slowly. "I won't do
anything you don't want me to do. Nobody will, I promise."

"Okay." I whispered back, looking into his chocolate eyes and I was
moving my hips, rocking my butt slowly because his fingers felt so
good inside me. He was finding all the good spots, twisting and
curling them just right and I couldn't think straight because it felt
so good.

"Do you want me to?" He asked, reaching with his other hand to pull my
wet black hair out of my face. He kissed me gently on the lips,
waiting for me to answer.

"I'm scared." I said, being as honest as I could be with him and
myself. "I want to but...It'll hurt..."

"I'll be so careful, baby." he kissed me again. "So careful with you.
You're so special, so beautiful. I'd never, ever hurt you."

"Do you promise?" I asked him.

"Oh yes." He stroked my face with his soft black hand and I moaned as
his thumb rubbed across my clit, which was fat and swollen and stiff.

"I want to." I nodded then, holding his huge penis in my hand,
squeezing it and wondering how he was ever not going to hurt me with
it. "Yes. Make love to me, I'll do it." I was talking seriously, the
way I imagined an adult should and I nodded, like I was trying to
convince myself it was alright. And Deke smiled then, kissing me
harder, deeper and I was in love with him. I loved him so much right
then and I knew he wouldn't hurt me.

"Lick it a little, kiss it for me...I want to get your ready, I want
to make you feel good, Deb." Deke moved and we were side by side, with
my mouth close to his cock and I felt his tongue then, across my clit
at first, making me jerk in his arms, but then it was good and he was
licking my pussy, kissing me there and I'd never known anything could
feel like that. I kissed his penis slowly, not knowing how it would
taste, or what it would feel like against my lips, but it was okay. It
was hot and hard and tasted like nothing at all really. I kissed it
all over and licked it too. I opened my mouth around it, around the
tip, but it was too big, all I could do was kiss and suck on it a bit,
tasting the clear wetness that was coming from the head, and that
didn't taste like anything either.

And Deke was still fingering me, even as he licked and kissed my
pussy, he was working his fingers in and out of me, and I was used to
it, having little orgasms every few minutes it seemed like, getting so
wet down there that I could hear the soft squishy sounds of his
fingers moving in my sex. And he must have put in another because I
felt full suddenly, a little discomfort as he stretched my tender
walls a little more, turning his fingers and working my pussy to open
up for him, to make more room and stop fighting those good feelings.

"We're ready..." Deke was smiling, his face shiny and wet with my
juices and he kissed me, pushing his tongue in my mouth and I could
taste myself, sharp and tangy and I blinked at the thought, but soon
forgot it as we kissed. He was moving me too, both of us, getting me
on my hands and knees with my head turned so I could suck his tongue.
He stopped just long enough to put on a condom, which looked way too
small and only covered half of his enormous penis. I was glad of that
though, really glad because I hadn't even thought about getting
pregnant. It made me trust him even more, love him I think, and that
helped me relax too.

"I'm going to put it in..." Deke rubbed my back gently, leaning over
me to kiss my mouth. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah...I think so..." But I could hardly breathe, I was so excited.
My pussy felt empty now that his fingers were out of me, like it was
hungry and desperate to be filled again. I could feel it spasm, my
whole body shaking as I waited for it. He was going to put that big
cock inside me. I was going to have sex for the first time and be a
woman finally. Daddy couldn't spank a grown woman, could he? Even his
own daughter, he couldn't do that. I had weird happy thoughts of
telling him, of telling my dad how I'd lost my virginity to a man, a
black man, with a cock so much bigger than my dad's.

Oh yeah, I'd seen my father's penis, lots of times. After he'd spank
me he'd go in the bathroom and stroke it, masturbating in there with
the door partly open, always left open just a little, because he knew
I'd peek. He never spanked me when mom was home and I never told her.
This was our game, daddy and me, ever since I was little. And I'd wipe
at my tears with my fingers, or the hem of my nightgown, and feel my
ass raw and burning, and I could look from my room across the narrow
hallway to the bathroom and he'd jerk off, still red faced and
breathless from spanking me. I'd watch and touch myself, fingering my
little pussy, watching him. Yeah, I thought, I'd tell him he couldn't
do that anymore, because I wasn't a little girl, I was a woman and...

"Ahhhhh...." I moaned as I felt the head of Deke's penis entering me
finally and all my thoughts were lost. It didn't hurt, not really, it
was just uncomfortable for a second. He'd pushed the head inside and a
little more, that was all, and it was okay. My pussy was ready and I'd
been relaxed and thinking about something else.

Deke waited a few seconds and then pushed again, then pulled back
slightly, waiting and stroking my back, caressing me, telling me it
was okay, he wasn't going to push hard. He was going to love me slow,
he said, love me like I deserved, and he'd never hurt me. I believed
him too and he pushed more and I felt a pinch, a little cramp that
went away, and then he was deeper and deeper until he felt the very
bottom of my pussy. It was just a nudge, just a tiny soft little bump,
but I came right then because it was like something inside me had just
exploded. That cock had hit my cervix, touched bottom and he was just
a little more than half in me, I reached back, underneath me, gasping
at how much cock was left, but Deke didn't mind. He didn't push any
more and he pulled back slowly, almost all the way, and then let me
take a few breaths, smiling at him over my shoulder, before he worked
his cock back in.

It was nice like that, really good and I loved it. My pussy was a
little sore, a little too small, but he was slow and patient and he
didn't go too far again. His cockhead never touched bottom after that
first time and maybe I wouldn't have minded if it had, but probably it
was better that Deke was so careful. He was fucking me now, holding my
hips and working that thick black cock in and out of me easily. I was
cumming too, cumming like crazy and it was a thousand times better
than fingering myself. I moved a little, but mostly it was all Deke.

A black guy came over once I was used to being fucked, one of the guys
Sammie had been playing pool with so long before, and he asked me if I
was okay and I blushed, having sort of forgotten that there were lots
of other people around us. He took out his cock then too, stripping
out of his clothes, and I was a little surprised, but Deke was urging
me to suck it for him, to lick and kiss it like I'd done his. I was
feeling so good right then that it was hard to refuse anything and I
stared at the man's penis as it bobbed up and down in front of my face
and decided I'd gone this far already, I mean having sex in the middle
of the room with a guy I just met, so...

I opened my mouth and he was smaller than Deke anyway, but it was
still an awful lot for my little mouth. I kissed and licked at first,
and the man seemed to like that, but soon he had his hands on my head,
his fingers in my hair and he was telling me to open up, to open wide
and then he pushed the head into my mouth. It filled me completely and
there was barely enough room for my tongue, but I wriggled around it
and breathed through my nose and even got a little more inside,
somehow. I was sucking a black guy's cock, which was so weird it made
me cum again, seriously. I was ready to fall down, but I didn't. I
just kept moving with Deke, feeling his cock sliding in and out
slowly, like he had all night. And maybe we did, it didn't seem like
time mattered a whole lot to any of us right then.

Neither one of the guys came, not Deke in my pussy, or the guy in my
mouth, and I was a little surprised when Deke pulled out of me, still
being gentle, as if he didn't want to turn me inside out or anything,
and then he was leading me to where Samantha was. She was having sex
with Michael on the floor, on the carpet soaked with champagne. Sam
was on top of him, like riding his penis and looking really happy to
be doing it. I was just giggling at that, feeling hot all over and out
of breath from all the sex. My jaws were a little tired too, and my
lips felt bruised and swollen, but I didn't care.

"Get down here..." Deke was saying to me, pulling and pushing me down
so I could straddle Michael's face. He didn't force me, I wouldn't say
that, but he didn't really ask me if I wanted to do it either. It kind
of embarrassed me a little, but only because Sammie was right there
and we were facing each other, her riding the man's hard cock, and me
sitting on his tongue, which felt really good right then and I had to
bite my lip because he was going to make me cum, I thought.

Samantha took me then too, reaching out to grab me and pull me to her
so we could kiss. I thought I should tell her I'd been sucking a guy's
dick, like maybe she wouldn't want to really kiss me, but I couldn't
say anything. She was kissing me and I felt like I was melting. I
wasn't queer, I knew that, I liked Samantha a lot, yeah, maybe
um...Maybe I even loved her, I didn't know. I loved kissing her
though. I loved the way her hands felt on my body. I didn't even care
there was a bunch of guys around us watching. We were kissing and it
meant something, but I didn't know what yet.

Then Deke put his cock between our faces, holding our heads in his
hands so we could both lick and kiss his huge cock. He'd taken off his
condom and I felt a little rush of guilt because this was Sammie's
boyfriend, and he'd just taken my virginity and now we were both
sucking his cock, sorta, or at least licking and kissing around it.
That was really bizarre and I felt like my head was gonna explode if I
tried to understand it too much. I couldn't even figure out how I'd
gone from sipping champagne at the bar, to having sex with Deke, let
alone making out with another girl from school in front of 8 black
guys and Heather. It was like a dream, you know?

We did that for just a little while before someone was taking me by
the hand, pulling me to my feet and kissing me. It was one of the pool
players, who's names I didn't get until much later. He was moving me
away from Samantha, who was riding Michael hard now, really grinding
her pussy down on him while that big BMF guy started taking off his
clothes. But I didn't see anymore of that. I saw Heather though; she
was having sex with that JoJo guy, riding him as he sat on one of the
big chairs. She was leaning way forward too, so he could hold
Heather's soft white hips and push and pull her pussy up and down on
his big black cock the way he liked. Another guy, the brother of the
man holding my hand, he was in front of Heather and it was obvious she
was sucking his penis, probably doing better than I could have too.
Heather had sort of a big mouth.

That made me feel a little better anyway, Heather was fine and doing
the same things me and Samantha were doing. Having a lot of sex with
anyone who wanted us. It made me feel like a total slut, way more than
this girl I knew at school, Katie, who always said she was having a
lot of sex. But now I knew she was full of it. I was having a lot of
sex and it felt good! I'd tell her too, I thought, I'd tell her she
was so full of crap her ears were brown. I'd lost my virginity to
black cock the size of a baseball bat, and it hadn't even hurt! Well,
not very much anyway, it had just a little but Deke had been so
careful, so slow and gentle, I'd barely noticed it.

And now I was going to have more sex as the guy put me down on that
soft warm rug, and I lay there, just giggling at him and spreading my
legs like the slut I was, a naughty slut who would get the whipping of
her life when she got home, when daddy found out what she'd been
doing. Oh yeah, I rubbed my pussy thinking about that. And the man was
putting on a condom, rolling it down his hard thick cock and smiling
at me. Another guy came over too, and another and as I felt that black
guy covering me, lowering himself to press his penis inside my pussy,
I groaned and pushed with my hips, lifting myself to meet him. I
wanted to do it. I wanted to fuck.

"Fuck." I said softly, giggling because I'd never said that word in my
whole life.

"What's that, bitch?" The guy asked me, grinning as he worked his cock
deeper, stretching me all over again.

"Fuck me...fuck me hard, 'kay?" I nodded up at him, barely able to
breathe now, feeling my cum rising in my tummy.

"Oh, yeah...I fuck you good, slut...don't worry yoself bout that!" He
laughed at me and I came, hearing him call me a slut and knowing it
was true. I was cumming good and all those guys around us, they were
stroking their hard dicks as they watched and I knew they were all
going to fuck me. I was going to get all the fucking I ever wanted.

Michael and Chilly got down close to me so I could grab their dicks,
and I stroked them slowly while the man between my legs started
fucking me harder. I was so wet and hot inside, and my pussy just
wrapped itself around him nice. It didn't hurt at all it just felt
good and I was moving underneath him. I couldn't help it; I was
shaking and writhing like I was lying down on a bed of hot coals.

"Aw fuck this bitch is tight!" The guy was saying, telling his friends
how good my little white body felt wrapped around his big black dick.

"Call me a slut...please...Am I a slut?" I was asking him, probably
sounding crazy, but I wanted it. I wanted to know. My mind was
feverish with rockets and soft explosions of pleasure going off every
few seconds. I pressed my thighs against him, pulling him hard into me
with my heels, wanting to feel his cock inside me as far as possible.
I wanted to feel him cumming inside me and I wished that rubber would
break, I was praying for it. I wanted to feel what sperm was like, how
it felt shooting deep inside my fertile womb.

"Oh yeah..." Michael laughed at me. "You're a slut, Deb...A natural."

"A fuckin' slut...Ugh!...Bitch...Fuck my nigger cock!" The guy was
slamming his cock inside me hard and it hurt, a little. Like being
punched sort of, so all the air would get knocked out of me, but
that's what I wanted. I wanted it hard like that, like he was
punishing me with it.

"Every...body's...gonna...fuck...me...right?" I breathed, speaking in
between breaths as my body jerked around that big black cock in my
cunt.

"Everyfuckinbody..." Chilly grinned, wrapping my little hand in his so
he could make me stroke his cock faster. "...I'm gonna fuck you twice,
just for askin' such a fool question, stupid slut..." He laughed and I
just nodded, smiling and licking my lips and knowing he was right.

I was a stupid slut.


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