Chapter 1
"Hey, gang, it's Jackie!" cried Susan. "The party's just getting to the point where it's really swinging. You know what I mean?"
The sixteen-year-old blonde hesitantly looked around the room. She wasn't sure she should stay or not. Almost all the people had paired off and were really getting it on hot and heavy. Some of them were very heavy, indeed. Jackie couldn't tell, but the moans she heard were probably coming from a brunette stretched out behind the couch-and it was pretty obvious what her boyfriend was doing.
Jackie wasn't sure she should be at a party where there was such indiscriminate fucking. Everywhere she looked, the people were half naked and fondling each other.
But this was Susan's party and Susan was her best friend. She couldn't disappoint her by turning around and leaving. Not right away. It just wouldn't be polite. And Jackie was always polite. Her parents had brought her up to be a good girl. They'd also taught her to avoid all this licentious, wanton sex.
She was probably the only virgin in the room.
"Go get a drink. And then I'll introduce you to, oooooh, Larry, you naughty boy!" Susan slapped the hand of her boyfriend as he reached down the neckline of her halter and grabbed one of her tits. From where she stood, Jackie could see that Susan wasn't wearing a bra. The way her nipples pressed against the thin bandanna was almost obscene. The girl had the fabric knotted between her generous breasts. And it was apparent that Larry wanted nothing more than to fondle those lovely young tits.
Jackie thought his behavior was terrible.
And the way he leered at her was even worse.
"Do come over and get a drink, Jackie. And you, Larry, you stay here. But don't worry. I won't abandon you."
"Better not," he said. "My cock's cold right now. I need your juicy little snatch to get it warm."
Jackie was absolutely shocked at his coarse language. She turned her back on him and stalked toward the small bar, but Susan just laughed. "He's such a darling. And Jackie, so good in bed! That stud's hung like a stallion. He can fuck all night long. Why, you wouldn't believe how he made me feel the first time we made it together. Really far out! What do you want to drink? That's Stan behind the bar. A first-rate bartender and totally untrustworthy. I know I'm leaving you in the clutches of a real wolf. Have fun!"
With that, the babbling Susan went back to Larry. Jackie looked at the pair over her shoulder. Larry had already undone the knot of her halter and had buried his face between her tits. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. And so was Susan.
Jackie shuddered a little. She knew she shouldn't stay here very long. Now that she'd made her entrance and pleased Susan by coming, there was nothing keeping her.
"So what's it gonna be, my lovely blonde, blue-eyed friend?" Stan was a little drunk. Jackie took an involuntary step backward when she saw the way he was looking at her. He didn't see her as a person. He saw her as a point to be scored, a chick to be laid.
"Uh, just ginger ale, please."
"Nothing else? Hell, you can't get drunk on that. Here, try this and tell me how you like it."
Jackie almost choked on the drink. She could taste the ginger ale, but there was something else in it.
"Good ole Tennessee whiskey. Straight sour mash. Great stuff." He took a long swig straight out of the bottle. Jackie decided it was best for her to split. Susan had the reputation for giving wild parties, but this one was simply too wild for her. Drinking, sex ... it almost made her physically sick thinking of all the sin and depravity around her.
As she was walking to the door, a teenager caught her eye. He was sitting in the corner all by himself. He wasn't bad-looking. On impulse, Jackie decided to see if he was as bored with everything as he looked. She could see how he might be. He wasn't participating at all in any of the wanton screwing. And he wasn't drinking.
He looked almost pathetic; he looked like she felt in this den of sin and horrible things. Jackie turned her pert nose up a little as she saw exactly what another couple was doing. The girl on the floor actually had taken the boy's thing into her mouth and was sucking on it. And she was making such disgusting noises as she slurped and lapped away at his fully erect penis.
Jackie sat down next to the boy in the comer. He looked like he was a couple years older than she was. Perhaps even nineteen, through it was hard for her to tell in the dim light.
"Hi. I'm Jackie."
"Now nice for you."
"You're not having much fun here, are you? You look like you're absolutely bored out of your head."
"Yeah," he answered slowly. "You're half right I'm... out of my head. But it's cool. Uh, here, want a smoke?" He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a pack of L&Ms.
Jackie was tempted. Her parents didn't like her smoking, but it wasn't as big a sin as drinking. And, she had to admit, she sort of liked smoking. She shrugged. This was a party, and she should be polite. And this guy seemed nice, a lot nicer than the people around the room doing such disgusting things. She guiltily looked over at Susan and Larry.
Larry had succeeded in stripping off Susan's jeans and was nuzzling around in her crotch. For a fleeting moment, Jackie wondered what it was like, having a boy's mouth moving all over that forbidden area between her legs. Feeling his tongue licking and probing deep up her pussy, tasting her flesh and sucking on her clitoris.
She quickly banished the idea from her head.
The pack of cigarettes was being offered to her.
"By the way, my name's Steve."
"Thanks for the cigarette, Steve. Say, these look sort of strange. Different, you know."
"Yeah. I roll my own. Got a machine that just turns the little buggers right out. Put in the paper, pour in a little stuff and lick-zip-squish, I got me a ready-made joint."
"Joint? Oh, you do this over at the pad." Jackie was never comfortable with all the slang Susan used. She didn't understand a lot of it. Her mother said it wasn't lady-like to use vulgar language, and slang was vulgar. So she tried to ignore it. However, hanging around with a self-confessed swinger like Susan required that she pick up a little of the lingo.
She never quite understood what the attraction was, why she and Susan got along so. Maybe it was because they were exact opposites. Susan was the swinger, had done everything, tried everything. And Jackie wanted to. And knew it wasn't proper to do it. Jackie wouldn't admit it to herself, but she was able to live a vicarious life. It was second-hand and filtered through Susan's brain, but she was able to more like a normal teenager than the A-J Squared Away Super Straight she was.
Jackie took a long puff off the cigarette and ' choked. "Wow, this is a strong cigarette. Where did you get the tobacco?"
For some reason, Steve broke out laughing. "Wow, kid, that stuff comes all the way from Colombia. The country, not the school. How you like it?"
"Well, uh, it's okay." She took another deep drag off the cigarette. She was beginning to feel a little giddy and light-headed. She figured it was
-because she hadn't eaten enough at supper.
"Okay, she says. Merely okay. That's dynamite shit, kid. Cost me thirty dollars for a lid."
"Lid?" She took another deep puff. It felt like her lungs were on fire. But it was a pleasant fire that spread warmth throughout her body. She was beginning to feel warm all over, even hot. Her clothes seemed to be itching unbearably. She began taking off her jacket.
""Yeah. And you know something, kid, you're an eyeful. You're really foxy."
"Foxy?" The room seemed to glow with a soft light now. Jackie thought someone must have wised up and turned on the lights. But she couldn't see any that had been turned on.
"Yeah. A really sexy bush. Keep takin' the clothes off. I like watchin' that. Makes me hot, kinda." He leaned back against the wall and took a long toke off a joint of his own.
He watched in amusement as Jackie puffed her joint. She smoked the grass faster than anyone he'd ever seen. And she was getting higher faster than he would have thought possible. Maybe he hadn't gotten burned after all. The dealer said it was good shit. He hadn't been kidding. Anything that got a chick as beautiful as this to strip was real dynamite stuff.
Jackie took off her blouse and giggled. It seemed so funny to her. Soon, she felt Steve's hands helping her. It was like he was in another world reaching into hers. The way he stroked up and down her smoothly skinned arm made her feel content. When he unhooked her bra and started mouthing her tits, she leaned back and moaned. She couldn't remember ever feeling this good in all her life.
She sighed as she felt him begin to work her skirt off her ass. She lifted a little so that he wouldn't have as much trouble undressing her. The brief thought flashed through her mind that she should be struggling, fighting, then it died. She couldn't remember why she shouldn't help him get her undressed.
His hands felt so good on her skin. It seemed like sparks shot out of his fingertips. She was breathing harder now and she felt her cunt beginning to sluggishly flow. It was something she had always thought was sinful.
With Steve's hands stroking back and forth over her snatch, though, it didn't seem sinful at all. It was normal. And when he slid her panties off, it was the most perfect thing in the world. His hand roved constantly over her pussy. She had always tried to deny the feelings welling up from her cunt, but couldn't now.
They were too strong. They were too good. She wanted something in her tiny hole besides his fingers.
"Oh, Steve, Steve . . . don't . . . don't do that."
"You're not leadin' me on, then cutting me off, you little bitch."
She snickered at that. He'd called her a bitch. That was a naughty word. And it made her cunt flow even faster hearing it. She found her entire body feeling like a taut string waiting to be plucked. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for, but Steve would let her have it. She was sure.
"Here, take another toke off my number." He passed over the joint. Jackie inhaled deeply. The tingly feeling passed throughout her body. Even her toes seemed quivery. Most of all, the lightest touch on her pussy lips was sheer heaven.
"No. I, uh, I want... I forgot!" She began to laugh uproariously. Everything was perfect. She couldn't believe she had come to Susan's party thinking it was going to be a real drag. She was enjoying herself a whole lot now. Looking over Susan and Larry, she had to laugh.
"I remember. I wanted you to see Larry fuckin Susan!" She laughed again at her own joke.
"Hell with them," said Steve. "Let's you and me get it on. I think it's about time I fucked your little cunt. You sure got a tight one. I barely got my finger up there." He probed a little more. She moaned with the pleasure of his finger in her twat. After a couple really deep jabs, he exclaimed, "Hell and damnation, you're a virgin! That's a goddamn cherry up there!"
Jackie could only giggle. And open her legs in a totally wanton invitation to Steve. Part of her recoiled in horror, but that was quickly shoved down deep into her consciousness. It seemed so much more important to sample this boy's prick. She wanted to feel his cock driving deep up her cunt like Larry was fucking Susan.
"Go on. Fuck me." The word seemed to glow in the air in front of her. She felt a shiver of anticipation quake through her body. The dirty words were exciting her as much as the thought of him actually stuffing his cock into her. "Lemme see your cock."
"You are a weird chick. You get really wired and you wanna fuck. But, hell, I'm not gripin'. Not old cocksman Steve." He began stripping off his trousers. She watched as his prick flipped out, red and ponderous.
She was hypnotized by the sight. She'd never seen a man's dong before. It was both repulsive and . . . the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. Ever.
She reached out to touch it, but her coordination caused her to miss. She didn't understand. Usually she was very well coordinated. Tonight, all that seemed so distant. She giggled again.
"Old Steve's gonna get him a cherry. I'm gonna pick your cherry for you, stoned little lady." His eyes took in the full beauty of the sixteen year old body. She was slender, in good shape. Her tits heaved up and down in a quivery dance. The nipples on top of the snowy-white cones stuck straight up and pointed at the ceiling. She was really turned on, as well as stoned out of her head.
But the mountainous tits and trim waist weren't what interested Steve. Not even the flare of her womanly ass or slender legs. It was the platinum blonde pussy mound and what lay just under it that got him hard and ready to screw.
He could feel it now, his cock surging up into virgin country. He hadn't fucked a virgin in more years than he could remember. And he got the chance tonight, just for a couple joints, to fuck a certified, .foxy, beautiful blonde virgin.
And his horoscope had told him that tonight was supposed to be lousy for Scorpios. Maybe other Scorpios, but not him! Not with a genuine virgin spreading her white legs for him.
Jackie couldn't understand why he was looking so lustful. She glanced down the length of her body, fondled one of her own tits. The sensations smashing into her body were so alien to her, she barely recognized them as coming from her own body. Yet, whenever she flicked the hard little pebble of nipple on top of her boob, the warm, tingly feeling spread throughout her chest.
She began rubbing her hand over her crotch. Her fingers came up coated with her inner oils. Amazed, she held her hand up and looked at the cunt-juice drenched hand.
"Wow, it's...it's glowing! I can see the light shining all over my hand. I'm oozing out liquid light!" She was hallucinating wildly and didn't even realize it.
"Just relax and let old Steve do you up right. A virgin," he whispered to himself, "a goddamn virgin itching to get fucked! How do I do it! How the fuck do I do it!"
His mouth began working on Jackie's. She was floating away on a soft cloud. She barely noticed Steve kissing her until his tongue began to probe into her mouth. She didn't know exactly what to do. Remembering something Susan had said about French kissing, she began to wiggle her tongue all around.
It seemed like the right thing to do. Steve moaned and crushed his lips even harder against hers. She felt the sharp tingle rocket through her body. Whenever she had smoked, it made her feel good. Damn good!
And his mouth on hers was even better!
She returned the kiss inexpertly but with feeling. Her fingers gripped and clawed at his naked back. She pulled him fiercely down. Needing him worse than anything else in the world, she wasn't going to let him escape. Her tongue moved relentlessly against his. The rough, wet tongue shot out and pressed hard against his. She couldn't remember such a marvelous feeling in all her life. What did it matter that she was beginning to get really aroused by a perfect stranger, that he was going to fuck her?
All Jackie could think of was the way she felt. It was so totally marvelous, whatever she did had to be good.
And it was.
When Steve's mouth began working down her body, she felt a quaking in her gut that had never-been there before. As he slowly sucked and licked his way up her milky white cone of tit, she was seized with an uncontrollable shaking. She had to have more of what he was doing to her. She had often wondered what Susan found so interesting about having a man sucking on her boobs.
Now she knew how exciting and stimulating it could be.
He took her turgid little pebble of nipple into his mouth and sucked as hard as he could. Pressing his tongue down, he began playing with the nubbin f of flesh. He caught the little spire up between his teeth and gently gnawed. Tiring of that, he used his tongue to swirl and move all around the tip of her excited jug.
The sensations knifing down into Jackie's body were so unique, so wondrously different, she was lost in paradise. She couldn't imagine why she had ever thought anything like this could be bad, dirty, sinful. How could this be bad when it felt so damn good?
She giggled again. The room seemed to spin and whirl around her in one mad kaleidoscope of color.
She sighed and let the boy do whatever he wanted to her sixteen-year-old body.
When she felt his mouth on her pussy mound, it was as if fire ants had invaded her cunt. The crawling, tingling, itchy feeling was unbearable. She had to have something stuffed up her twat, and a tongue wasn't going to satisfy that need. The boy's agile tongue worked its way across her clit.
A lightning bolt of sheer carnal electricity blasted into her belly. She felt her muscles locked in a rigid grip. Her breathing was hurried, and so much blood pumped wildly into her tits, she thought they would surely explode.
It was her very first orgasm.
As he moved his mouth back along her sex slit, she felt her cunt begin to leak out fuck fluid at an even greater rate. It was literally flooding her genitals with the oily juice. Steve lapped it up and made obscene slurping noises. The very sound of him sucking and licking along her cunt lips made Jackie even hotter.
An empty feeling had come into her cunt. She had to have that hollow space filled. What better way of filling it than with Steve's heavy prick, already standing erect.
"Take me, Steve. Fuck me. Do whatever you want with me but f-fuck meee!"
"Whatever ya say, blonde bitch virgin cunt." .
She shivered as she felt his body sliding between her tender thighs. It was pure heaven when she could look down and see his huge figure looming between her widespread legs, see the jerking cock moving slowly toward her gates of paradise.
Jackie gasped when he rammed into her. He didn't go far, but it was the first cock she'd ever had inside her cunt. He spread her pussy lips just wide enough to get his dong's head inside. The hooded glans pushed through the inner pussy lips and stopped. Waiting until her cunt juiced his rod before shoving in further, Steve luxuriated in the heat radiating out from her humid interior. If this was any indication what was waiting for him, he was going to have a lot of fun.
She was already impossibly tight and he'd just gotten his knobby glans into her twat.
When he had momentarily regained his breath, he began shoving into the blonde's quim. He didn't brutally ram forward. He kept his advance slow but powerful. When the tip of his prong hit the rubbery membrane blocking his way to further pleasure, he never let up.
"Oh, nooo, t-that huuurts!" she moaned. "S-stop!"
"No way, kid, no way! I'm gonna go all the way into a fuckin' hot cherry cunt!"
He kept the pressure on against her hymen. The , membrane began to stretch. Jackie thrashed about under him in pain. He ignored her and kept driving deeper into her cunt. With a sudden pop! he surged balls deep up her cunt.
Steve almost passed out. Never had he felt such an incredibly tight cunt surrounding his prick. And hot! It was like a blast furnace inside. He felt as if he'd fucked into the jaws of a vise and was being crushed to a totally erotic death.
He stayed buried full length in the girl. He wanted to soak in all the lovely sensations. He wanted to feel her cunt walls around him, rippling and struggling to accommodate this male invader.
Jackie was racked with excruciating pain. She wasn't sure what was happening to her. Her doped up brain gave her all sorts of conflicting stories. She was in pain; she loved it. How could she love the pain being inflicted on her poor body? She could even feel a thin trickle of blood leaking out of her mutilated cunt.
When he began slowly fucking back arid forth in the tight hole, she was doubly confused. It should have hurt her even more. Sex was bad. She shouldn't be doing this. But it felt so damn good it couldn't be bad-it was terrific!
She moaned again, this time with the young buddings of pleasure in her lithe, trim body. She hunched up a little and felt a surge of delight smash into her cunt. By moving around the impaling spike of dong driving into her, she could give herself even more joy.
Not understanding, but accepting this, she began bucking and thrashing wildly under the boy. All she knew was that she needed more of his cock. She had to have it. Nothing else in the world mattered. She had to be fucked as well and hard as he could manage it.
"Do it! Do it to me haaard!"
"Umph," Steve grunted. Then his hips began a steady pistoning back and forth up the increasingly slippery tunnel into her belly. Her cunt was still the clutchingest, tightest, hottest hole he had ever fucked into. He wanted as much of it as he could get.
He felt his balls collapse into a tiny sphere dangling under his long prick. The juices held inside began to churn and boil. His balls tumbled around, over and over. He had a berserk pressure cooker attached to his body, threatening to explode at any instant.
The dope he had smoked was working fully on him now. He knew Jackie was already stoned out of her head. She had changed as he watched her. Personality, everything. She started off as a polar iceberg. And a virgin. He laughed aloud as he kept his hips moving back and forth, his cock reaming out the virgin pussy.
Damn, but she had changed once she toked up. She was a different person. And one that he was glad he'd come across. A virgin! And a blonde, a natural blonde at that. He loved the way her silky pussy mound ground into his crotch every time she moved.
Jackie's body was filled with brand new sensations, feelings she had always thought the other girls were lying about. This was what it felt like having a cunt full of throbbingly alive cock. She could feel the contours of the prick as it lingered in her tight pussy. There was the plum-sized head.
It shivered and bounced and danced around inside her, stimulating her. It was totally exciting. The shaft of the dong itself pushed forcefully outward on her untried cunt walls. The friction being generated with each thrust warmed her guts. She was warming to the boy's sexual assault of her hidden depths.
And she was loving every second of it.
She remembered vaguely something Susan had said about using her stomach muscles. She tried to squeeze down and trap the cock in her.
She had no idea what this was doing to Steve. He was being driven out of his head with lust. Never had he found a virgin who could do the tricks Jackie was doing. He found it hard to believe she was a virgin. Yet he couldn't really doubt it. He'd popped her cherry himself. And that red stuff coming out of her cunt wasn't love juice. It was blood from her broken hymen.
His hips took over control of the lovemaking. He was too stoned to keep very good control. Driving back and forth like a berserk piston, he slammed as hard as he could into her crotch.
Jackie loved it. She needed the forceful entry. It drilled his cock far up her twat into unexplored regions. She was finding out that she was a sexual creature, that she needed to be fucked to feel complete. Slowly realizing what she had been missing, she wondered why she had turned down all those guys in the past.
Fear? She giggled at the thought. Tears started dripping down her lovely cheeks, but they were tears of joy at being fucked-at last!
This was wonderful! Her doped drenched brain wasn't able to sort out anything very well. Pleasure and pain got all mixed up together. She loved it even more. The feel of the heavy, meaty shaft ramming into her joy hole was all that mattered.
She felt a tension building up inside her just like before. This time, she vaguely recognized it as orgasm.
When Steve penetrated her with a deep thrust, she came. This time was different from her first light orgasm. The world seemed to explode around her. The universe shattered. Her entire body convulsed, and she was racked with the most sensual, indescribably delicious sensations she had ever felt. Never had she imagined it would be this great. Her grass-numbed brain was unable to furnish an answer as to why she had denied herself one of life's greatest experiences for so long.
She just leaned back and shoved her cunt down around the pillar of manmeat driving into her. She was able to take him an extra inch into her quim. She was tripping out-on sex. Another orgasm smashed through her body. She floated, glided, soared. Carried high on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy, she was lost in a brand new and totally wonderful world. And it was a world locked up inside her own body and brain.
She shuddered and let out a long sigh.
Looking up, she saw Steve glowing. Realizing then that the cigarette she'd smoked must have been dope, she said. "You drugged me, didn't you?"
"Huh? Oh, the grass. Yeah, dope."
She giggled. Her body was vibrant and more alive all over than it had ever been. She said, "How about another one?"
Steve grinned and passed over the pack of his home-rolled joints.
Jackie knew she was being wicked and that she would surely burn in Hell for her sins. The old cliche, "Ugly as sin," ran through her brain.
She decided sin could be pretty attractive at times. She thought she was going to enjoy it.
Turning to Steve, she slurred, "Wanna do it again?"
"Christ, I created a monster!" They both laughed at that, Jackie a little hysterically.