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Subject: {ASSM} Cassie by Rachael Ross (m/f, teen, romance, oral, see note)
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Cassie

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: m/f, teen, romance, oral, see note

Author's Note: I woke up this morning with this story in my head and
it took 5 hours to get it down, but I wanted to finish it in one
sitting. What you need to know is that there's some twists here at the
end and even the additional story codes would spoil it, so I didn't
include them. If this is totally going to turn you off, don't read
this story! Please, I'm serious about this. If you do read it expect
something different. You're warned. -rr

Cassie
by rache

I guess it was my boyfriend's idea.

"Let's have the party at Cassie's house!" Scott said in the middle of
the school cafeteria. He was 17 then and I was still waiting to get
there, about three months shy of my birthday.

"What?" I lifted my bright blue eyes to stare at him, brushing a bit
of blonde hair from my face. I got my looks from my mom.

"Yeah!" Someone else said, or maybe a dozen someone else's, because it
was crowded, even for our small school. The graduating class that year
only had about 60 kids.

"No way." I shook my pretty little head, crossing my arms over my
breasts, which I didn't do often because I was a little proud of them.
I'd finally filled out nice over the previous summer.

"Yeah way!" Scott grinned at me, because he's totally cute like that
and he knows I'll give in. He was the cutest boy in school, I thought,
and most of my friends did too.

"Come on Cassie!" Rachel gave me a little poke, smiling at me. She was
my best friend, like my sister, and with her ganging up on me too I
didn't stand a chance.

"My mom will freak." I stared at them, like about twenty high school
kids, all of whom just wanted a party. That's all we ever wanted.

"Your mom's cool, she'll go for it." Scott had hazel eyes and he was
looking into mine.

"Ha!" I snorted. "My mom's not that cool!"

"Just ask her, Cassie." Rachel prompted me, "After school, we can both
talk to her."

"You?" I stared at Rachel, she was tall and willowy, with auburn hair
and my mom thought she was a bad influence. Mom called Rachel a slut.

"Or by yourself." Rachel shrugged, rolling her green eyes. "Whatever."

"I'll see." I finally said, which was the worst thing in the world to
say. In high school speak it meant yes.

Of course I didn't see. I didn't even bring it up, because there was
no way my mom was gonna let me throw a party at my house, be real. She
was cool, yeah, about as cool as a mom could be, but still my mom.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Stir that pot a little, baby." Mom told me. She was making a little
garlic bread; you know slicing up a loaf of French bread and putting
butter and garlic powder on it. She always called me baby cause all
she had was me.

"What are you doing Friday night, mom?" I asked her, which wasn't that
weird of a question for us.

We were just by ourselves. My mom had got pregnant when she was 16, so
she was only 31 years old, soon to be 32 since her birthday was two
months before mine, but she didn't look like it. My mom looked like my
sister, an older sister yeah, but not even that much older. Like she
was 23 maybe, with blonde hair like mine, blue eyes like mine, and a
great body, which was better than mine, because her tummy was pretty
tight. Mine still had some baby fat and I figured pasta and garlic
bread wasn't gonna help it.

Another thing, a weird thing sorta, was that me and my mom had the
same name. My name is Cassandra, hers is Cassiopeia, like the stars.
But we both went by Cassie, just cause our names were a real mouthful.
My mom's dad named me, I think, or at least talked my mom into it. He
was a strange guy anyway though.

Anyway, my dad had joined the navy when mom got pregnant, because
there wasn't a lot of work here, not for a kid who was just graduating
high school and had a girlfriend who was pregnant. So he was going to
go be a sailor, send mom money, save some, and come back and marry
her.

Unfortunately dad went to Thailand or someplace, met a little brown
girl named Suki Fuki, according to mom, and married her instead. We
got by okay though, mom worked at the bank, the only one in town, and
I was smart enough, and mature enough to help her out around the
house. I just wished mom would get a boyfriend, a real one, but all
she did was have sex with the bank president's son-in-law, who was
married, obviously, and never getting a divorce, even though he always
told my mom he loved her.

She loved him too, I thought, and sometimes she was a little sad. But
mostly she was okay, or at least she hid it away pretty good. Mostly.
Mom was always careful with me like that, hiding her bad feelings away
and just letting me just see the love that she had for me.

"Friday? Mmmm...I'm going to stay home and color my hair, you wanna help
me?" Mom glanced at me.

"Color your hair?" I made a face. "Your hair's fine, what do you want
to color it for?"

My mom's hair was golden blonde, down to her shoulders and pretty
beautiful actually. It was thick, sort of a shag cut. Mine was mostly
like that, the same color and length, but not as cute in my opinion.

"I thought I'd just put a little red in it, I don't know." She smiled.
"Not much, just a little pizzazz."

"Pizzazz?" I giggled. "Where'd that come from?"

"Oprah." My mom laughed.

"TV will rot your mind, mom." I told her and that was as close as I
got to asking her about the party.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"No go, no way." I told Scott later that night.

He'd come by to pick me up after dinner and my mom was cool about
that, she liked Scott a lot, but she was hardcore about me not getting
pregnant. She couldn't take birth control pills because she had a
sensitivity to them, or something, but she'd put me on them like a
week after my first menstruation. That's probably understandable
though.

And a good thing too, because I was sitting in the back of Scott's car
and kissing him and he had a finger deep inside my pussy right then,
which was making it a little hard to talk.

"What's that?" He curled his finger and tickled me in the secret place
cause he knew I liked that. We'd been going out more than a year and
we had sex like every day practically. He knew everything about my
body.

"The party." I breathed, lifting my hips and squeezing my thighs
around his hand.

"What about the party?" Rachel asked me. She was in the front seat,
sucking her boyfriend's cock and she lifted her head up, looking back
at me and licking her lips.

Her boyfriend was a guy named Pete and he was cool, I guessed. Rachel
said he had the biggest dick in school, which was why she was going
out with him. He wasn't really that good looking otherwise. But he was
nice enough...Mostly.

"Don't stop, slut..." He pulled Rachel's mouth back down and my friend
didn't complain, he always called her that, even when they weren't
having sex.

"My mom said...nooooo..." I moaned cause Scott was sucking my nipple hard.
I had nice tits now, finally. They were big and full and totally firm,
with puffy brown nipples that always needed to be sucked. I mean that
was like my weakness, seriously.

Pete laughed and looked over his shoulder at me. "She said it like
that?"

Scott laughed too and I just shook my head, lifting my hips so I could
fuck my fiery pussy on my boyfriend's hand. I was holding his cock,
which was a nice one. Not as big as Pete's, which was like 9 inches
long and curved like a banana, but big enough for me. And thick,
that's what I liked. Scott's cock might only be seven inches, tops,
but it was really thick, a lot thicker than Pete's.

We'd compared them, Rachel and me, like had them stand side by side so
we could look at our boyfriends' cocks. We'd all been pretty drunk
too, which was probably why we'd swapped that night. Pete had fucked
me and Scott had done Rachel, and it had been so weird. I mean
watching my best friend fuck my boyfriend, and them watching me and
Pete do it. We'd never done it again, but we weren't shy anymore
either. We had sex in the same bed, or car, or wherever at the same
time a lot.

Anyway, I'd decided that thicker was better, and Rachel was positive
that longer was best for her, so we were happy anyway. And so were our
boyfriends, although Pete was always asking when we were gonna swap
again. Not too often though, cause Rachel would cut him off when she
got pissed.

We're not sluts though. Am I getting off the subject? Oh well, we're
not sluts, even though my mom thought Rachel was, and Pete called her
one, I knew for a fact she never did it with anyone but Pete. Except
that one time, you know, with Scott. And I never did it with anybody
but Scott, except with Pete once. Why would I? It was just that in a
small town like ours there wasn't much else to do but party and fuck,
you know?

"Come here..." Scott had made me cream hard and his fingers were all wet
with my girl gunk, but we didn't hardly notice. He was moving me so I
could sit on his cock. It was a big car, an old Cadillac with a ton of
room, front and back, but since it was Scott's car we got the back
seat. In Pete's car we had to fuck in the front seat and his car was
small, so it sucked. Mostly I just sucked Scott off when we took
Pete's car, and let him cum on my tits. I wasn't really into sperm in
my mouth.

I had my skirt bunched up around my waist, it was a small one, my pep
squad skirt from last year. Scott thought it was sexy though, so I
wore it a lot. I was a real cheerleader this year, but I wasn't gonna
get that uniform messed up, no way! I leaned on the front seat, sort
of crossing my arms and looking down at Rachel's auburn head, more
brown in the dim light, moving up and down while sucked noisily.

Behind me, Scott was holding my hips, pulling my small round ass down
on his lap and I gasped a little as I felt his thick hard cock
splitting my pussy lips. That was always just a little uncomfortable,
no matter how many times we did it, just cause it was like taking a
coke can in my pussy. I wasn't lying when I said he was thick! He
wasn't quite that big maybe, but I couldn't get my fingers all the way
around him either.

But then it just felt good, because my pussy knew what to do. I'd been
fucked a hundred times by that cock and my wet little box just wrapped
itself around him, squeezing and even shivering, like inside, and that
was always good. I sighed and rocked my ass a little, getting
comfortable and feeling my pussy stretch. I loved that feeling, being
stretched and totally full of my boyfriend's cock.

I moved a little, mostly back and forth, more than up and down, and
Scott did all the work, lifting my ass a bit and then pulling me down.
We fucked like that a lot and it was nice, super nice cause my clit
would rub the shaft a little when I was leaning forward. My clit was
small, like barely there and always hiding, but that didn't matter.
She was wide awake and the sparks were flying. I didn't always cum, I
mean sometimes you're just not in the mood for it, so it just feels
good without all the fireworks. But mostly I could cum a lot and that
was really great.

"So, when do you wanna ride the stud again, Cassie?" Pete was looking
at me, smoking a cigarette like he was cool while Rachel sucked his
long thin dick. Just getting another blowjob, no big deal.

"I...Ugh!...Am riding the...Stud!" I grinned at him, gasping as Scott
fucked me nice.

"Ouch!" Pete jerked and looked down. "Watch the teeth, slut! Jesus!"

I giggled because I knew Rachel had done that on purpose, and so did
Pete, if he was smart. It wasn't nice to hit on his girlfriend's best
friend, at least not while Rachel was sucking his cock. Not smart
either, but Pete was one of those guys who thought he was king of the
world cause he had a pretty hot girlfriend. Like he could say and do
anything because he was so cool and Rachel wouldn't ever leave him,
and if she did he could get another girl with a snap of his fingers.
He was going to be in for a hard fall someday, because none of the
other girls I knew thought Pete was serious boyfriend material. Rachel
just loved his cock, not him.

I think I just loved Scott...And his cock.


"Ohhh fuck..." I groaned, really moving my ass around now because I was
gonna cum hard and Scott was getting close too.

In front of me I watched Rachel lay back on the seat, spreading her
legs and Pete slid his long cock inside her pussy slowly. Rachel had a
pretty pussy too, all pink and shiny and she shaved her pussy hair,
which was pretty strange, I thought. I tried it, but what a pain. I
just kept mine neat then, with a little landing strip for Scott's
tongue at the top. Except he hardly ever went down on me.

It was cool watching Rachel get fucked. I liked watching her do it a
lot, and she was looking up at me with bright happy eyes, nodding her
head and pulling Pete into her as far as he could get him.

"Uhhh yeah...touch me...mmm...touch bottom...oh!" Rachel was totally into
feeling that cock rub her cervix, or whatever was down there.

She said it felt like her head was a big hot tamale and God was
chewing on it with soft rubber teeth when she came. My head felt like
the Hindenburg when I came, big and heavy, and lighter than air, and
on fire all over. I guess every girl's different that way.

I'd felt Pete's cock bottom out in me and mostly it had just been
annoying really. Like I'd feel really good and then...Thump! "Ow!" and
we'd do it all over again. He hadn't made me cum at all, although I'd
acted like I did just to make Scott jealous. I'd made out like Pete
had given me the best orgasm ever, but he hadn't. Rachel had done the
same thing with Scott  too, when he'd fucked her.

We'd confessed about it later, cause me and Rachel were a little mad
at each other, just because we each thought the other had cum too good
with the other one's boyfriend. When we found out we both faked it,
everything was okay again. We didn't tell our boyfriends though, those
were secret bullets for later. You know. If we were breaking up.

"I'm gonna cum...oh yeah...I'm gonna..." Scott was saying, like I couldn't
tell.

"Me...Oh!...fuck me...Uh!...hard now..." I always liked it super hard at the
end. I liked it when I came right after he did, like a split second
later. That was best for me.

"Uh fuck....fuck..." Scott was lifting his ass off the back seat, just
slamming his cock in me as I pushed myself down and back, feeling him
against my screaming clit and that was it.

I felt his big thick cock jerking in my pussy, like fighting my soft
walls as they clasped his penis hard with tight spasms that totally
ruled me. I was biting the back of the front seat, seriously, cause
that last cum was a screamer and I had healthy lungs. Scott was
dumping lot of cum inside me too, since it was our first fuck in like
two whole days, which was almost forever it seemed like.

"Yeah yeah yeah..." he was saying, just breathing that word over and
over while his big balls emptied into my hot quivering snatch.

It was a snatch too. Some girls don't like that word. Rachel hated it
when I said snatch, so I did it just to pull her chain sometimes. I
thought it was nasty sexy, you know? Like I'd tell Scott to fuck my
snatch, or cream my cunt. That was another good word. Cunt. I
definitely had a cunt, not a vagina. That was a word I hated. It
sounded so...Prissy. Like old women and nuns have vaginas, hot little
cheerleaders have cunts. I had a cunt.

Rachel called hers Dorothy, which was sort of a secret, but everyone
knew and nobody knew why. But she'd ask Pete to fuck Dorothy, that was
her thing. It was cute though, and Pete didn't mind. Rachel just liked
to say it before sex though, during sex she was pretty quiet, just
moaning a lot, or gasping sometimes.

"Ohhhh...fuck!" I giggled, cause after sex I'm always just totally
relaxed. Scott didn't pull out either, he just leaned back, his cock
all the way inside me, buried in that cummy mess in my snatch. He'd
just leave it there too, getting a little soft, but probably not very
soft since it was only our first fuck of the night. We had a couple
more hours left.

I watched Pete fucking Rachel, but mostly all I could see was his pale
ass clenching every time he pushed, and his back, and a little bit of
Rachel's happy face. That was okay too and he was cumming soon anyway.
He groaned and Rachel moaned and they were both enjoying it, but I
don't think Rachel came, because after Pete was done she had a look on
her face, a look we all knew, but especially Pete.

"Dorothy needs a kiss." Rachel told him, kind of softly, but loud
enough so Scott could hear it and my boyfriend laughed.

"She does?" Pete looked down at Rachel and I laughed at him.

"Now!" Rachel said and that was the end of Too Cool Pete, he knew he
was whipped, like seriously. He was desperate to keep Rachel, because
all he had going for him was that big cock of his, and she was
seriously hot. Pretty demanding too and she'd make Pete pay for not
bringing her off.

Scott wouldn't ever do that, I mean what Pete was doing. He was
getting down to lick and suck on Rachel's pussy while she smiled and
nodded and stroked Pete's head, encouraging him to do it right and
make her cum. She hadn't gotten off on his dick, so he had to use his
tongue, and of course she was full of his spunk now. But Pete was used
to it and I think he even liked it, or didn't mind so much anymore,
they'd been together almost as long as me and Scott.

"That's so sexy." I giggled, knowing it always made Pete blush.

"It's sick." Scott laughed, and he was moving his hips a little now,
moving his big hard cock back and forth inside me and the pilot light
was still burning, you know? I was ready for it and I started moving
too, ready to cum some more and really get my cunt filled up good.

I didn't argue with Scott, I just fucked him, getting off as much on
watching Pete swallow his own sperm from Rachel's raw pink pussy as
anything Scott was doing. I bet that probably felt pretty good,
getting eaten out after a nice hard fuck, and sometimes I wondered if
I couldn't get Pete to eat Scott's hot spunk out of me, but I didn't
want to piss off Rachel. She sorta had a temper about stuff like that.
Still, I figured I'd mention it sometime, cause if Pete was gonna suck
another guy's sperm out of a pussy, Rachel would probably have to be
the one making him do it.

Maybe she'd let him do it for me on my birthday. That would be pretty
cool.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"What's this?" I asked and we were back in the cafeteria, back at
lunch on Wednesday, two days before our big party and still no place
to have it.

I was looking at some green and white capsules, a dozen of them
wrapped in the cellophane from a pack of cigarettes. Pete had given
them to me and Scott was nodding.

"Sleeping pills." Pete said, and we were huddled together, talking
quietly. The rest of the school didn't need to know about this, as if
we could keep anything a secret.

"For what?" I stared at him and Rachel giggled, obviously knowing what
was going on already.

"For your mom." Scott grinned at me.

"My mom..." I blinked at him, having no clue why my mom would want
sleeping pills, and if she did, why didn't she just go to the
drugstore and get some? We had one drugstore in town and Pete's dad
was the pharmacist and...

"No way!" I suddenly figured it out. I tossed the pills back at Pete,
so they slid across the table and he covered them up quickly with his
hand.

"Cassie, come on..." Rachel whined softly.

"Are you insane?" I stared at her. "I'm not drugging my mom!"

"It'll just put her to sleep, she'll wake up in the morning feeling
great." Pete was saying.

"We can have our party, she'll never know!" Scott was nodding at me.

"She isn't gonna know we drugged her?" I rolled my eyes. "She'll kill
me! All of us!"

"They're prescription." Pete told me. "Two pills make you sleep great
for eight hours. Four pills and you'll be totally out for twelve. Give
her six and she'll sleep through a Chili Peppers concert."

"Six?" I stared at him. "Fuck you!"

"It's cool, Cassie. Pete knows about that stuff, six won't hurt her,
will it Pete?" Rachel asked him, but she was looking at me.

"Nope." Pete agreed. "Won't hurt her at all, I swear. She'll just feel
tired, go to bed and wakeup feeling great. These are awesome pills, my
own mom takes them, believe me."

"Oh, I believe you." I said sarcastically. "I just can't believe you
want me to drug my own mom!"

I got up and left them. I wasn't gonna drug my mom, no way! God! Just
for a party? We could have it in a field or something, who cares.
Everybody was just gonna get drunk, smoke a little bad pot maybe, and
make out in their cars. So why did we need my house, or any house for
that matter? It wasn't worth drugging my mom, I didn't think.

But what I didn't really figure on was how much Rachel and Scott
wanted to have the party at my house. They were tired of partying in
fields and barns, everybody wanted a real one, with real music from a
stereo, not some little boom box, or some tinny car speakers. A party
with furniture and lights, inside where it was warm, and cozy.

I had the big house, my mom's parents' old house, before they'd moved
to Florida to play shuffleboard with Mickey Mouse. And I had the one
parent too. Everyone else had two parents, or like one and half
parents, because even the single parents had live-ins, you know.
Except my mom, she was seeing a married guy, so it was just us mostly.
When her and her boyfriend had sex it was like during lunchtime, not
at night.

So my house was the logical choice, if you were a stupid, selfish,
hormone infested teenager, like we all were. Logic had very little to
do with it then.

And they were working on me, constantly. All day and night Wednesday,
same thing on Thursday, and by the time Scott was dropping me off at
home, ten o'clock Thursday night, totally happy from the really super
fucking he'd given me, I was reduced to saying "Maybe" and "I'll think
about it." And the ever bad "I'll see."

Pete gave me the pills on Friday, during lunch, and the whole school
was already talking about the big party at Cassie's house that night.
Pete and Scott had arranged for kegs with this guy Steve, who was a
delivery guy for the only liquor store in town. You know you live in
the boonies when your liquor store has a delivery guy, or maybe they
have those in cities too, but I wouldn't know why.

Anyway, Steve was getting some bucks under the table for dropping off
a couple kegs and a bunch of cases, so that was already set. Half the
kids from school were coming, since there was nothing else to do
except go bowling at the little 12 lane bowling alley - pizza place we
had in that town. Nobody I knew liked bowling and the pizza sucked.

And all I had to do was get my mom to take six pills before six
o'clock, cause my friends were coming over at seven and the party was
starting at eight. I was totally insane for even thinking about it,
but I blame peer pressure more than anything else. It's hard to say no
to your best friend, your boyfriend, and 50 other kids besides. At
least if you want to have any kind of social life.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"I'm making some lemonade, mom. You want some?" I asked her.

It was like five o'clock and there was a casserole in the oven. Mom
was sitting on the back porch reading a book, and I guess it was
pretty good, since she hardly ever put it down. At least she wasn't
watching Oprah and talking about pizzazz.

"Sure, baby." I heard mom answer, like I knew she would. Mom liked
lemonade a lot.

I figured it would mask those pills too, even though Pete said they
were tasteless. I'd never had any medicine in my life that was
tasteless, have you? I opened the capsules, all six of them, pouring
the white powdery contents into my mom's glass. And then I scratched
my nose for a second, thinking one more for good luck might be wise.

I definitely didn't want mom waking up in the middle of the night and
finding a houseful of teenagers drinking, dancing, and most likely
fucking. At least me and Scott would be, I knew that, and even if it
was just us that mom caught, that would be bad enough.

So I added a seventh and stirred it all up. There was sugar and
lemonade mix in there anyway, nothing ever completely dissolved, so
the sleeping medicine didn't look like anything out of the ordinary. I
thought about trying it, just to make sure it tasted okay, but I
definitely wanted to stay awake. And I probably wouldn't have any fun
at all, I realized, I'd be too busy making sure my house didn't get
trashed.

"Here you go!" I smiled and tried to look all innocent, but I knew my
face was a little red, and my smile looked a little too pasted on. I
couldn't look my mom in the eye even. But she barely noticed, being
completely absorbed in her book, so that was cool. Except it might
have been better if I'd got caught, I felt like it anyway. I was
drugging my mom and I figured I'd be going to hell for that one.

"Thanks, baby." Mom just looked at the glass, taking a nice big
swallow as she returned to her book. "Mmmm, that's perfect."

"Good." I nodded and stood there for just a second, watching her drink
more, like half the glass in three gulps. "Dinner will be ready in a
bit, I'm gonna go set the table."

"Okay." Mom nodded and I left her there.

I was just getting the casserole out of the oven when mom came into
the kitchen. It was only like twenty minutes, maybe half an hour at
the most since I'd given her the lemonade, and she looked out of it.

"Wow." Mom rubbed her eyes. "I was falling asleep. I think uh...I think
I'm just going to lay down...Whew..."

She looked like she was going to fall down and I cursed myself for
listening to my friends in the first place, and for adding that extra
pill in the second place.

"Hey, here Mom...Let me help you..."

I managed to help mom upstairs and into her bedroom. She had a nice
one, I mean the whole house was nice. An old farmhouse, kind of
Victorian and super sturdy with real wood everywhere. We had a lot of
land around it too, but mom's parents had sold the real farm, like
several hundred acres and the big barns and silos and tractors. All
that was just up the road a little. The house had always sat separate
from the farm for some reason, but a lot of farms were like that.

Mom tried to undress herself and so I had to do that for her mostly,
tugging off her jeans and helping her get her old sweatshirt off. She
didn't have a bra or anything, and I glanced at her breasts, just
comparing, you know. She had tits like mine, really pert and firm,
despite being nice sized and they didn't sag at all. They were more
than a mere handful easy, with nice big nipples. Mine looked identical
and I swear, she could have been my twin, almost.

I got her under the sheets, just in her white bikini panties and mom
was smiling as she fell asleep. She was out like a light, just sighing
a little and then I didn't feel so bad. She'd sleep good, or at least
it looked like she would, so maybe Pete had known what he was talking
about. I left one light on, a small soft red lamp mom kept on her
dresser, and closed the door gently.

Now I had to get ready for the party!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Scott, Pete, and Rachel showed up first, just before seven o'clock
like I knew they would. I told them we had to make sure all the kegs
and beer stayed outside. I had a big porch, going all the way around
the house practically, and people could use that. And if they came in
the house, like I knew they would, hopefully they wouldn't spill too
much. There was a bathroom down there and they could use that, plus
all of mother nature outside, and I for sure didn't want anybody going
upstairs, no way!

My friends all agreed, giving me the old "Yeah yeah..." but they knew I
was serious about it anyway. Steve showed up with his truck about 7:30
and they carted everything around back, putting the kegs on the porch
and we dug out some old aluminum wash basins, like Grandma used to
use, from the cellar, putting ice in those and dumping in cans of
beer. We had a ton of beer! But those kids could drink a lot too and
there was nothing worse than running out in the middle of a party,
especially since Scott and Pete were charging five bucks a head to get
in.

Parties were always a big business. A lot of people wouldn't show up
til late, hoping they wouldn't have to pay, but a lot of people would
be there early too and the boys would probably break even on the deal.
I didn't really care one way or the other as long as my house wasn't
thrashed at the end of it.

"Scott..."

I whined a little because it was like after ten and he'd spent all
night stamping people's hands with a "Property of Jackson High School"
rubber stamp that he'd swiped from the library. That was how they
could tell who'd paid and who hadn't. Pete was stamping people with
"Overdue" on the other side of the house.

"What's the matter?" He looked at me.

The stereo was going full blast and I'd checked like an hour before
and my mom was totally out. I'd yelled and shook her, seriously, and
she hadn't flinched. By the time I found Scott I'd pretty much
forgotten about her, since I'd had a little beer, and gotten a little
buzzed off Tammy's pot. She was the head cheerleader and a total burn.
She smoked like an ounce a week I bet, but she could do some serious
cartwheels.

"I'm bored..." I grabbed his arm. "I want to do something."

I was pouting like a little girl in my loose jeans and skimpy top,
just a thin red halter that hugged my tits. I rubbed my nipples
against Scott's arm just so he'd know what I wanted. I wasn't a nympho
or anything, I could control myself, but it was getting late and my
pussy was itching for some attention. There were already like a dozen
couples, high school kids, making out in my living room. That was cool
with me too, cause it kept the drinking outside. But seeing them, it
made me want some of that too.

"You do huh?" Scott grinned at me, licking his lips cause I'd checked
myself in the mirror a couple minutes ago and I knew I looked pretty
hot for him. A lot of guys had been hitting on me too, but I didn't
say that. Scott could get jealous sometimes.

"Uh-huh..." I giggled. "We can go upstairs, do it in my bed..."

"Uhhh...Heh!" Scott liked that idea. We'd fucked in my bed before and it
was good. A lot better than the backseat of a car. "Hey, Dave..."

Scott called one of his friends over and told him he'd give the guy
twenty bucks if Dave would do the stamping for awhile.

"How long you gonna be?" Dave grinned at us, especially at me, staring
at my tits.

"Little while." Scott shrugged. "We'll be upstairs if you got
problems, okay?"

And that settled that well enough and I was practically dragging Scott
into the house, past the make out den my living room had become, and
up the stairs.

My bedroom was nice and cozy, with pinkish wall paper that had little
baby blue kittens along the top and bottom. A hard wood floor, but a
nice big soft rug to cover it. An old antique four poster canopy bed,
with like a real satin canopy that had to be like a hundred years old.
I had stuffed animals, and books, and posters on the walls too, but
the bed was my favorite thing. I totally got off making love on it.

That's what it was too. You didn't fuck on an antique canopy bed, you
made love. I locked the door behind us and I just put my arms around
Scott, cause he was so handsome right then. I thought someday he might
even ask me to marry him and I couldn't wait to say yes. That would
have been so cool, and in my bedroom that's the sort of stuff I liked
to think about. Marrying Scott, having his babies, getting old and
giving that bed to my own daughter someday.

I wasn't romantic like that all the time. Mostly I was more practical,
as I had to be living alone with just my mom. But sometimes...Yeah. It
was nice to think about and as I opened my mouth for Scott's tongue I
was dreaming all kinds of stuff like that.

"Mmmm...Jesus, you're beautiful." Scott said softly, holding my nice
round ass in his hands, squeezing me while he just looked at me for a
second.

Maybe he was feeling it too.

"I love you." I told him. I didn't say that very often, not like some
people who can say it anytime they want. It meant something to me.

"Shhhh...Cassie..." Scott kissed me again.

He didn't want to say it back. I knew that even if he felt that way
about me too, he wasn't going to say so until he could really do
something about it. That was one of the things I loved about him. He
knew what was fun and he knew what was serious. It was okay for me to
say it, but if Scott was going to say it, he'd want to prove it with a
ring. I could wait for that, even though a little bit of me was
disappointed, of course. I was just 15 though, almost 16 so....I tried
to forget that mostly. I always felt older.

"Let me..." I just wanted him, you know?

So I was kneeling down, without even bothering to undress. I wanted to
show him how much I loved him. We had all night and so I wanted to
suck his cock first, because I did it sometimes, but not as much as he
wanted me too. Not like he deserved.

"Ohhh yesss..." Scott hissed softly as I pulled his cock free and took a
long slow lick along the bottom of it.

Scott was hard already, not totally, but it wasn't gonna be but a few
seconds until it was hard as a rock. It moved against my face as I
helped him kick off his shoes and then brought his pants down, getting
him naked from the waist down while I knelt there for him. His penis
felt so hot and heavy, bobbing up and down, slapping my face a little
accidentally. I didn't care, I liked it.

"Yea, suck it now..." Scott had his hands on my head, in my hair,
holding it back while he pushed his hips out a little.

He liked watching me suck his cock and I liked looking up at him when
I did it. All the lights were on, we could see each other just fine,
and I opened my mouth wide, as wide as I could because he was thick! I
took the head first, tickling him with my tongue and washing it
slowly, getting him all wet. Then a little more, and deeper into my
mouth.

I couldn't get all of him, no way, but I could cram about three inches
into my mouth a least, before I gagged a little. That left plenty of
hot hard shaft for my hand and I stroked him and squeezed him while I
sucked, moving my lips back and forth in a tight O around Scott's
beautiful cock.

My other hand played with his balls, which were big and warm and
covered with soft brown hair. I loved his balls, they were so neat and
pretty I thought, and I rolled them gently, being careful and enjoying
the weight of them, all full of sperm just for me.

Sometimes I wished I wasn't on the pill, just so I could get pregnant.
But my mom knew better enough for both of us. She'd had me way too
young, she said, and while she wouldn't have traded me for the whole
world, she just wished she'd been a little more ready for me. So I
listened to her, knowing she knew more than me, and I'd wait....But
sometimes, I just wished it was different. That's all.

"Oh, Cassie...baby..." I was kissing Scott's balls now, letting his cock
ride wetly across my face while I licked and sucked at them, getting
them nice and clean and ready to spill.

I was going to let Scott cum in my mouth, I'd already decided. He
always wanted to do it, but he always asked too, and mostly I said no.
I didn't really like the way it felt. The taste was okay, but it was
slimy in my mouth and it just turned me off mostly. But I'd let him do
it sometimes, and sometimes I'd even swallow it for him, which he kind
of went nuts over. I'd swallow it tonight just cause we were in my
bedroom.

I went back to his cock finally and then I was sucking him nice,
moving my head back and forth, making those funny slurpy noises and
the occasion sprrrrrrp sound as my lips would come away from the shaft
for a second. He was so wet now too, precum running from the tip and
I'd swallow as much as I could, but some of it was dripping off,
falling in big long strands of spit and precum onto my tits, staining
my tight red top.

His cock was throbbing and swelling and Scott was moving his hips so
that for a little while I just let him  hold my head still and fuck my
face. He enjoyed that and so did I, even though he liked to go a
little too deep sometimes, making me gag for a second. Then I went
back to jerking him off really, just sucking on the head and sliding
my lips back and forth a few inches in time with my hand.

"Ohh shit..Cassss...I'm gonna...you better stop...fuck..." Scott was like
halfway between pulling his cock away, cause he knew I didn't like it
when he came in my mouth, and pushing himself deeper, cause it felt so
good.

I just grabbed the back of his thigh with my left hand, pulling him a
little while I kept sucking and stroking, letting my boyfriend know it
was okay. I wanted him to cream in my mouth this time.

"Ugh....here..." He gasped, like he was giving me a present and I almost
giggled, but my mouth was full of his thick cock and then an instant
later, full of his thick sperm.

Scott was pumping hard too, his balls must have been bouncing because
it was a hard spurt, followed quickly by another and then another,
over and over. I was swallowing as fast as I could, but I still
coughed and his sperm overflowed me easily, spilling down my chin and
onto my heaving breasts.

I didn't pay any attention to the way it felt either, that thick hot
sperm sliding down into my tummy, I just wanted Scott to feel really
good because that was enough to make me feel really good. My nipples
were hard, flashing hot and cold and driving me a little crazy. My
pussy was burning up and I'd been squeezing my thighs together,
feeling my panty damp with my juices, wrapped up tight against my slit
and aching clitoris.

I swallowed everything he gave me, and even licked Scott's ruddy penis
clean, which surprised him I think. He was smiling down at me, staring
into my eyes as I showed him my white spermy tongue every now and
again before swallowing his semen with a giggle and showing him my
empty mouth. It was a good tease and it kept him hard too.

"Was that good?" I breathed, smiling and feeling my face hot, my whole
body flushed with excitement.

"Oh shit yeah, Cass...That was awesome..." He nodded and then he was
reaching down, grabbing my top as I lifted my arms, giggling and
letting him pull my halter over my head.

My breasts fell free and I went straight for my nipples, I had to rub
them and pinch them and I wanted Scott to suck them for me. I was
standing up too, getting to my feet so he could undo my pants, pulling
my jeans down my legs and the smell of my dripping snatch was in our
noses immediately. I could have fucked a horse probably, I was so wet
right then.

"Let me lick you now..." Scott was saying and he hardly ever licked my
pussy, but now he wanted to and I was in heaven.

I laid down on the bed, with my legs bent at the knees so they hung
over the mattress, my toes just reaching the rug if I pointed them
down. And I spread my creamy thighs, smiling and breathing hard as my
heart raced. My cunt was eager and ready for his kisses because Scott
would only do it sometimes, if I really needed it and asked him, but
now he was doing it all by himself, kneeling on the floor of my
bedroom, putting his mouth on me.

"Oh god!" I gasped, lifting my ass a little, scrunching my tummy tight
as I felt that first touch of his tongue along my slit.

"Mmmm..." Scott sighed, or maybe it was moan, or something. But he was
going for it, wanting to reward me for sucking his cock so nice, I
thought.

He licked and kissed my hole, working his tongue up and down at first
and then faster, wiggling the tip against my clit and I had one hand
in his soft brown hair, the other on my tits, trying to play with both
of my nipples at the same time. I came fast, really fast and I tried
to close my legs, wanting to grind myself against Scott's sweet mouth,
but he was holding them apart and he didn't slow down.

Scott just kept licking and sucking my cunt, not minding at all that I
was juicing hard and flooding his mouth with my cum. He looked up at
me, seeing my face all red and my eyes wide, as big beautiful balloons
seemed to grow all around me. Inside me too. It was a nice cum,
different than when he fucked me, more personal, or intimate maybe. I
was floating and his handsome face was smiling, all wet and shiny with
my juices.

"I love...I love...you...oh god...don't...stop..." I could barely get the words
out I was breathing so hard. My body squirmed and I couldn't find a
spot I liked. I had to move and I was lifting my hips, rocking my
pussy against his face when Scott stiffened his tongue for me,
stabbing it in between my pussy lips, into the rich wet folds of my
cunt.

"Uh! Yeah...Yeah...Ahhh!" I was loud, screaming and jerking cause that was
the big one, the good one, being tongue fucked by my boyfriend in my
old soft bed. I was lost, just gone into another world completely.

"Oh fuck...fuck...me..." I was begging for it and Scott was there, sliding
up, lifting my limp legs over his broad shoulders and his big thick
cock was hard again, rubbing my soaked pussy and sliding inside me
with one long easy push that made my ears pop.

"Shhh...Cassie...oh fuck, girl...Jesus..." Scott was kissing me, pressing his
loving cock inside me and pushing forward with my legs over his
shoulders so that my ass rolled up for him nice. He was fucking
straight into me, straight down into my womb and kissing me hard so I
could taste my orgasms on his tongue.

I reached down, past my hips, finding Scott's strong thighs, pulling
him into me even harder. I wanted all of him, every bit of his cock
inside me forever. I was cumming one after another now, fucking myself
onto him as best I could, pinned helplessly beneath him. I sucked his
tongue like it was a small pink dick, sliding my lips over it, until I
was gasping as he stretched my pussy as wide and deep as he'd ever
gotten.

It was the monster fuck of my life, everything so good, so perfect.
This was our best sex ever and we'd had a lot of it before. I was
telling him I loved him, over and over because it was the only thing I
knew right then. Everything else was hazy and unimportant. He was
making love to me and I wanted it to last forever.

When he came inside me I was already there, waiting for him on a cloud
of pleasure, writhing beneath his gentle weight in ecstasy. I felt his
sperm flooding me, deeper than I'd ever felt it before. I was just a
bottomless well for him, a deep emptiness that his cock and finally
his hot sperm was trying to fill up. I could feel it, warm and
spreading through me, into my womb, pulled down even deeper as I lay
bent beneath him.

It was beautiful and I took a long sweet time to come down.

We stayed in my room for hours, like until 3am probably, a little
after. We'd had sex three times, four if you count the head Scott and
I had given each other. The last time, that was really making love
too. It was slow and gentle and my orgasms were like riding rainbows.
Scott lasted forever and I was on my back with him on his side, our
legs scissored while he stroked my breasts and kissed my face.

We talked about little things, hopes and dreams and how we wished we
were older. I think I cried a little, but only because I was so happy
then, you know? I wasn't sad or scared, not even a little, I was just
pure happiness all through me and it felt too good to keep inside, so
it came out through my eyes as I kissed him.

He was going to marry me someday. Scott was, and I knew it in my heart
for the first time. We were the luckiest two people on earth, I
thought, because we'd found each other already. Some people would look
their whole lives and never find that other person they were meant
for. But me and Scott were still kids and we'd already found each
other.

I thought about telling him that, but I was pretty sure he already
knew it too. He loved me and someday he'd tell me. After he graduated,
after he had a job and a future he could share with me. It was all
going to be perfect.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"What's going on?" I heard Scott asking someone.

He'd gotten up, putting on his jeans to go to the bathroom and check
the party, make sure it was okay while I stayed in bed, smiling and
dreaming and rubbing my nipples. When Scott got back I was gonna get
him hard again, and again after that if I could.

"Some chick's passed out." A guy was laughing drunkenly.

"What?" Scott asked and I sort of froze, wondering why anyone else
would be upstairs.

"Yeah, there's a line dude." Someone else said.

"It's Cassie." The first guy said. "She musta had a little too much go
juice!" And there was a bunch of guys laughing.

"Oh shit!" Scott looked at me and I was up, not even thinking about
clothes.

"What?" I ran to the door, pulling it open and looking past Scott's
shoulder. There was like eight guys in the hallway, a line leading to
my mom's bedroom.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I screamed.

"Oh shit, there's Cassie!" Some guys said, Bill something or other
from the tenth grade.

"So whose in there?" Another guy asked and I pushed Scott out of the
way, running bare ass naked with cum dripping out of my pussy.

The door to my mom's bedroom was wide open and she was face down on
her bed with some pillows under hips and tummy, so her ass was up
high. Some guy, Teddy Jerkins, was fucking her from behind while she
moaned and her left arm sort of flopped around, just a little.

My mom was still out of it completely, but I guess something way down
deep was stirring in her blood. Probably getting gangbanged by a bunch
of high school kids will do that to a girl, even an unconscious one, I
didn't know. All I knew right then was that these guys had raped my
mom!

"Get the fuck off her!" I practically jumped on Teddy's back, hitting
him in the back and on his head with my fists.

"Jesus...Fuck...Get of me!" The guy was saying, since he couldn't get off
my mom while I was on him. My mom moaned beneath us and I barely knew
what I was doing when Scott wrapped his arms around me about 2 seconds
later and pulled me kicking and screaming off Teddy.

"Thanks..." The moron said, because he was both really stupid and really
drunk. "...I'm almost...There!"

And that set me off again like you wouldn't believe, but Scott was
holding me, mostly cause he was going to beat Teddy's ass himself,
except I was gonna get in the way. So I was screaming and kicking and
the room was filling up with guys, as everyone wanted to see what was
going on. It was a nightmare.

And Teddy was cumming which was just insane! He was groaning and
fucking my mom hard and I was hitting Scott for not letting me go
until he did let me go and then he punched Teddy in the head so hard
it knocked him and his spurting dick right off the bed. I kicked him
in the balls as he was sprawled there, or I tried to, mostly I just
got him in the thigh.

And I was punching him too, and so was Scott, and then Pete showed up
and some other guys were trying to pull us all apart. It was totally
confusing and all I could think of was that my mom had been raped and
then I realized it was my fault and I just stopped. I just sat down on
the floor and cried. I couldn't do anything. I didn't know what to do.

Scott and Pete got everyone out of the house and then off the porch
and out of the yard, I guessed. I didn't really know. But I heard a
lot of yelling, some fighting. Cars pulling away and laughing. Rachel
was there, she helped me first, tried to calm me down, but I just kept
crying and saying it was my fault.

Then Scott was back and he took me to my room. Rachel was going to
clean up my mom, or something. I thought I should have been doing
that, but I couldn't. I was just laying on my bed then, curled up,
feeling Scott's hands on me, but I hated him too. All of them for
talking me into drugging my mom and having that stupid party.

"God..." I heard Rachel talking to Pete in the now totally silent house.
"...musta been like 20 guys fucked her....look at all that gunk..."

Pete chuckled but it got cut short. Rachel probably gave him a look,
or she mighta kicked him in the nuts for all I knew. My mom didn't
like Rachel a lot, and Rachel didn't particularly care about my mom
one way or the other, but she was my mom. And mom was a girl like
Rachel and me, a girl that had been fucked by a bunch of guys my mom
didn't even know.

Rachel was pissed too because she knew she'd had a part in it. She'd
tried her best to talk me into what I'd done. She had some red on her
hands, so did Scott, especially Scott, cause my mom liked him a lot.
She always treated him special and Scott liked her. And Pete, he was
just a jackass with a big dick. But a guilty one and he knew it.

We were all guilty, but me the most.

I was able to get up after a bit and help. It took all of us too. We
had to wash my mom, but Rachel had done that mostly and she didn't
tell me how much sperm had been inside my mom's pussy, but I'd heard
the talk earlier anyway. And I could see my mom's pussy was red and
tender and very loose. And even after Rachel had washed her out, there
was still some thin whitish sperm trickling from way down deep inside.
We weren't gonna get that out with a washcloth.

We had to change the sheets too. If I needed proof of how many guys
had done my mom, it was there. A huge stain underneath her. The
pillows they'd propped her up on were soaked with semen, the mattress
too and we couldn't do anything about that. I just found a mattress
pad, an old one, and we put that down under the sheets, and then made
the bed with a fresh comforter and put mom on top of all that.

I put some panties on her and the big t-shirt she liked to sleep in.
Then we got started on the rest of the house. It sucked cause we were
all dead tired for one thing. It was sunrise and we were cleaning my
house. For another thing I wasn't talking to any of them and they
weren't saying much either, feeling guilty and sheepish and a little
uncertain about what this meant in the long run.

Pete and Scott picked up cigarette butts, about a zillion of them, and
beer cans and plastic cups, bagging it all and getting everything in
the trunks of their cars. They got the kegs moved and everything put
away right. Me and Rachel cleaned inside, washing out stains in the
furniture mostly, frowning at the odd cigarette burn, of which there
were just a couple, thank god. Most of the smokers had stayed outside,
but I still opened every window and sprayed a full can of air
freshener into the house.

We cleaned pretty good, even better than pretty good. The house was
immaculate and it was almost nine and my mom should have been awake
already, I thought, but I was glad she wasn't. Pete and Rachel left
and Scott sort of lingered, wanting to say something, but I was
ignoring him. He kissed me on the cheek and said goodbye, but I just
closed my eyes, standing still as a statue.

"Ohhhh...God..." My mom was coming down the stairs slowly, even gingerly
maybe, and I was drinking coffee. I hate coffee, but I was determined
to stay awake, to see mom's reaction. I was too chicken to hide in my
bed asleep.

"You look terrible." She stopped at the kitchen door, looking at me
and I looked at her, but not at her face.

"I don't feel so good." I said weakly and I was almost going to cry
again, especially when mom came over and gave me a hug as I sat in the
chair. She pulled my head to her tummy and I buried my face against
her while she stroked my hair.

"You feel a little warm." My mom said. "I don't feel too good myself."
She made a little uncomfortable sighing sound. "I feel like...
Nevermind..." She cleared her throat.

Mom poured herself some coffee. "I was really out of it last night,
what did you put in my lemonade?"

I looked up sharply but mom was laughing softly, clearly just joking
with me.

"Whatever it was, I want more. I had dreams like you wouldn't
believe." And then she even blushed a little and I forced myself to
smile, but it was hard.

Mom was going to know. I mean she was sore, I knew that. She'd been
fucked all night by two dozen guys. She'd even known it, at least part
of her, because she remembered what she thought were dreams. And when
my mom took her shower she'd see her pussy. I mean it was red when
we'd cleaned her up, raw from all that cock she'd taken, and there
wouldn't be any hiding that. How many clues would the woman need? Not
that many, I was sure.

But if mom figured it out, if she suspected anything, she never said a
word. I finally went to bed, sleeping fitfully most of the day and
when I woke up it was like everything was normal. And it stayed normal
with mom for a couple weeks. I was walking on broken glass the whole
time, dreading the moment when mom would ask me exactly what had
happened that Friday night. But she never did.

The school knew, but most of the guys thought they'd fucked me, thank
God, because they couldn't keep a secret and parents and teachers
would know and the whole town eventually. I didn't say it wasn't me
they'd banged either, in fact I encouraged that wherever I could,
telling Scott and Rachel especially to say it was me that got
gangbanged, not my mom. So nobody really believed Teddy or the other
guys who knew the truth, because the idea of my mom getting fucked
like that was too weird. That didn't happen to moms, just to little
high school slutty girls like me.

And it was never the same with me and my friends either. Rachel dumped
Pete the next day after the party. I finally broke up with Scott about
three days after that, and he knew it was coming. I never smiled at
him in school, never talked to him. I sat by myself during lunch. I
ignored Rachel too, we were never enemies really, but we were never
friends again. Not like before. It was all over and it was a long,
long time before I even wanted another friend.

I spent most of my time at home with my mom, staying very close to
her, even sleeping in her bed at night, and she worried over me. But
never really pushed for a reason, she just tried to comfort me and
that was maybe the worst of all. But I had to be with her.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Shoot..." I heard my mom in the bathroom as I was dressing for
school."What?" I asked from across the hall. I was pulling my hair
back in a ponytail.
She didn't answer me so I poked my head inside the bathroom, seeing
her standing at the sink holding a little white plastic thing, staring
down at it and frowning. It was a home pregnancy test and it was
positive. She didn't have to tell me that, I could see it on her face.
Mom was ten days late for her period, now she knew why.

"Oh." I said.

Mom looked at me, sighing. "I guess one of Brad's condoms sprung a
leak."

"Uhhh...Yeah..." I swallowed hard. Brad was her married boyfriend.

But mom was looking at me close, in the eyes, and she knew. I could
tell. It wasn't my guilt playing mind games with me. This wasn't the
Tell Tale Heart. The truth was in her eyes and mom was just letting me
know that she'd known all along. Ever since that Saturday morning,
some three weeks before, mom had known. And whatever anger she felt,
whatever betrayal filled her heart, she'd let it go. All mom had was
me and all I'd ever had was her, and she'd swallow a lot of pain, all
the pain in the world maybe, before we'd lose that.

I knew I would.


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