Chapter 2
The school year was almost over and the boys of the basketball team were celebrating before they parted for the rest of their lives. That year, they had won the state championship with their teamwork and agility and now, on this night, they were doing one more thing as a team.
It was only the first string players who met that night at Bob Rice's house. They were five of the finest athletes in the state and they were joyous on that occasion. They had drank a little beer and smoked a little dope and they were laughing with happiness and good fellowship as they sat around the living room and waited for the show to start.
Bob Rice's parents were out of town. They always seemed to be out of town and that is why the boys liked to gather at his house. At school, these five were the models of fine manhood that the principal and the coach often praised and pointed to when other boys got into trouble. But, when they were together at Bob's house, they were able to be themselves and they were able to have a fine time being males, good and strong males who liked girls.
Especially one girl.
"When is Kristy going to get here?" Ray Edwards asked Bob Rice.
"She is already here," the good host said with a grin, "but she is not quite ready to put on the show yet."
"When will she be ready?" Mike McLendon asked as Jim Riddle handed him a joint to smoke.
"When she is ready, she will let us all know," Bob said.
He knew the truth, but he was not going to let his friends in on that. He had fucked Kristy earlier in the evening, before the other members of the team had shown up and she had said that she wanted to wait until the boys were beside themselves with sexual tension before she made her appearance.
"Where is she?" John Swanson asked, looking around the house, trying to figure out what door Kristy was behind. He would break down that door if he had to in order to get to the sexy, little girl who would do anything for a thrill.
"She is here. That is enough. She will come out and perform for us when she is good and ready. You guys are just acting like animals now."
When Bob Rice finished that little speech, he giggled. Then he took the joint from Ray Edwards and sucked on it, feeling the sweet smoke go down into his lungs and make him feel light, so light that he thought he was going to float out of the chair where he was sitting.
The boys were lounging around the living room, smoking the dope and drinking the beer as they waited for Kristy to show up. In the middle of that living room was a table, a sturdy, big wooden thing that they had moved into position before the party began. It was the table that Kristy would dance on. She had done it before and for that reason, the table seemed very special to the boys in the room.
From time to time they would glance at the table longingly.
In the room beside the living room, Kristy stood on the other side of the door and listened to the boys' excited conversation. She liked it that they wanted her to hurry up and get out there. She liked teasing them a little bit, because she knew that she would wind up giving all five of them what they wanted. They were all so sexy and they were all champions. She liked champions, she decided. Winners turned her on.
In a way, she was a champion herself, she thought. She was only fifteen years old but she had been fucking for the past couple of years. In fact, she had started to fuck on the day that she and her family had moved into this small town. Sometimes, she hated the fact that mother had taken her away from Hollywood just as her sex life had begun. Kristy tried to imagine what kind of fun she would have in Hollywood, how many great champions she would be able to fuck there. But she had to admit that, even in this little town, she had not done badly for herself. She had gotten her share of champions even here.
The teen-aged girl turned to the mirror and looked at herself. She was proud of her body. Her tits were nice and full and her legs were firm. She did not have much baby fat at all, like many girls her age. She was just sex, a bundle of sex that wanted to burst out and fuck the whole fucking world.
She was wearing a pair of black stockings and a special corset-like garment that she had bought specially for occasions such as this one when she visited in Boston one weekend. The corset was black and frilly and soft on her body and covered her just enough so that she thrilled the boys who watched her take off the thing. She also wore a pair of black, lace panties, little things that were also soft and frilly. She put her hands on her panties and pressed the frilly material into her snatch and felt the tickling there. She giggled softly and then she put her ear to the door and listened to the boys talk. She knew all of them very well and she could recognize each voice.
"Wow," John Swanson said, "if she doesn't get out here soon, I am just going to have to whop the thing out and beat off."
"Yea," Mike McLendon retorted, "but it would be better to save it for that sweet, little cunt."
"Her cunt is sure sweet," Ray Edwards said dreamily, "and so fucking tight. I wonder how many guys she has fucked with that tight little pussy."
"Who knows," Jim Riddle said. "Maybe thousands."
Kristy giggled with she heard the exaggeration.
"Thousands?" Bob Rice said. "Shit, no. Not thousands. Hundreds maybe."
Kristy thought that that was funny too. She had kept an accurate count of the number of guys she had fucked and she knew that she had only screwed twenty-eight. After all, she was only fifteen and she had lived in this small town where the men were few and the champions were even fewer."
"She sure is something though," Mike McLendon said. "Something else."
And the others laughed in agreement as they waited for her.
Kristy took one last look in the mirror. Her hair was in place. She kept it cut short and curled around her face. At times, she was sorry that she did not have blonde hair like her mother and her brother had. She had inherited her father's dark brown hair. But she had made good use of her looks already, she remembered. She really could not complain at all.
Finally, Kristy knew that she could keep the boys waiting no longer. She could keep herself waiting no longer. She wanted to perform for them and then fuck them all, for they were all champions, all special to her.
She rapped on the door. That was the signal for Bob Rice to get up and turn on the stereo. She heard the boys moving there in the room, preparing themselves for her entrance. Then she heard the music start. She let the music go on for about ten seconds before she flipped the lock on the door and then pushed the door opened and stood there and looked at her championship audience.
They all looked at her and applauded.
Kristy walked slowly out to the middle of the living room. She was not wearing any shoes, only the black stockings that made her feel rattier adult, even though she was only fifteen. She knew that one reason that boys liked her so much had to do with that mixture of girlish looks and adult sensuality. She was a girl who was becoming a woman. She was experience and innocence all rolled into one and that made her a champion too.
Bob Rice had put a chair by the table, just as he always did on nights like this one. Kristy stepped into that chair and stood there and wiggled her ass for a second to the sound of the music. Then she moved onto the table and began to dance.
She would strip for them, strip and dance to the music and she would strip just like a seasoned pro would. She knew how to turn a boy on. She knew just how fast she should go and how much teasing a young man could take.
She knew a lot. She was the daughter of a former movie sex goddess.
The music was slow and pulsing with a beat. It was the music that she had rehearsed to, the music that she always danced to on special nights like this one. She moved around the table, shaking her body and giving each boy his own personal look at her sexy, girlish form.
Whenever she danced like this, Kristy thought about her mother, the movie star. She knew that many men had dreamed of her mother after they had seen her on the screen. Many men had probably masturbated thinking that they were fucking her mother's sweet pussy but Kristy thought that she was actually better than her mother. Her mother was sexy and beautiful but she had never really fucked her audience. She had never really given those men release and happiness. Kristy had fucked her audience before and would fuck them again tonight. The boys knew it and that turned them on even more. This fifteen-year-old sex goddess was not just teasing them. She was preparing them and preparing herself for the fuck that she would give all of them.
The soft, black corset that covered her stomach and girlish tits had a zipper that ran down the side. As she danced, Kristy worked that zipper down. She did it slowly so that the boys would get the maximum amount of pleasure out of each new inch of exposed flesh, out of each second of lustful anticipation. When the zipper was undone, Kristy shook her body and let the soft, black thing fall away from her and moved there in her panties and her black stockings. The boys cheered her tits and she shook them for them. She danced and ran her fingers over her breasts and around her pink nipples. She smiled at each one of the champions who sat around the table watching her. She let each of those champions know that she thought that he was special.
The music moved into a more rapid rhythm and Kristy was prepared for it. She danced with a fever, shaking her body and pressing her pantied cunt out at each boy as they smiled back at her. Ray Edwards even clapped his hands to the sound of the music and Kristy thought that that was funny. Ray always did that, as if he thought that he was at some kind of hootenanny or something like that.
Then Kristy pulled her panties down for a moment, away from her pussy. She gave the boys their first glimpse of the night and they cheered that glimpse as if they had never seen the cunt before. Of course, they had seen the cunt. She had danced for this gang of friends several times. They were her special champions and she had fucked them all before. But, with Kristy and the champions, each time was like the first time. The girl did not think that she could ever grow weary of these five and the moves that they made and she knew that they were not bored with her moves at all.
The little, black panties that she wore were special too. They were held together by little clasps on the side. So she did not really have to take them off. Two touches at her sexy sides and she was free. She shook the black things off and danced there in front of her audience with her pussy bare. Ray Edwards grabbed the panties and held them to his nose and sniffed on them but John Swanson quickly grabbed them out of his hand. He wanted a sniff too.
And Kristy smiled down at the boys and knew that the panties would smell good. Her cunt was filled with juices. She had gotten excited dancing for her special audience of teen-aged champions.
Kristy moved onto the table and lay on her side. She slowly raised one leg up to show the boys her pussy and then she turned and spread her legs and touched her furry lips and pulled them apart to let them see the pinkness in there. The boys cheered that. She moved around the table, giving each basketball player his own special look into her snatch and then she started to move again. She slid down in front of Bob Rice first and he knew that it was time for the guys to get involved with the show. Kristy was on her knees with her body leaning back and her cunt opened. Bob Rice moved his hand over that cunt and slipped his finger into that sweet and cream-filled pussy. Kristy smiled at him.
Bob only kept his finger in the cunt for a few seconds. He knew that that was all that he was allowed at that time. When he pulled his finger out, Kristy moved around the table and opened her pussy to Ray Edwards.
One after another, the champions fingered her pussy, making Kristy feel deliriously warm and loving to each of them. She especially like the feel of John Swanson's fingers in her cunt. His fingers were very long and skilled. He was an expert at catching the basketball when it was thrown by another member of the team.
As the boys fingered her snatch, Kristy thought again of her mother. She wondered if her mother had ever felt such a delicious feeling in her body, had ever serviced this many sexy guys at once. She did not know for sure. Her mother had so many secrets. It was as if her mother did not want her children to know anything about her and she did not want to know anything about her children either. Kristy would get home about midnight, but she knew that her mother would not ask where she had been or whom she had been with. It was like her mother was afraid to know the truth and Kristy thought that it was just as well that she did not ask. Kristy did not want to lie to the woman and she did not want to make her mother feel bad. Kristy knew that she could take care of herself now, that she would have to take care of herself. She knew that she and her brother and her mother lived in the same house and were members of the same family, but they were all basically alone.
And then there was her father. Kristy shook her head to clear her mind. She did not want to think about him.
By that time, Jim Riddle was fingering her pussy, the last one of the boys to do so. Jim always kept his fingers in just a little longer than his friends did, as if he were relishing the feeling of that warm, dripping slit. But he finally pulled his fingers out of her and wiped the juices onto her thigh and let the black stockings soak up that warm stuff.
Then Kristy knew that it was time to really start the fucking.
The girl lay on her back on the table and ran her fingers down her body slowly. Finally, she took her aching girlish clit between two of her fingers and played with herself. She started her sexy talk, the kind of talk that she knew excited men.
"I want to fuck," she moaned, pursing her lips and speaking in gasps as she fingered her clit. "I want to fuck you all. I like to fuck studs like you. I want to feel each of your cocks in my pussy, banging away on my cunt and making me feel all used and wonderful. It makes me feel sexy when I get fucked."
She looked around the table and was delighted to see that the boys were taking off their clothes. They moved in a fog that came from her own sexual intensity. She was not lying to them. She did like to fuck. She loved to fuck and she especially loved fucking these guys. As they took off their clothes, she grinned and beamed at all of them and then she asked the question that was upmost in her mind at that moment.
"Who is first?" she asked. "Who is going to be the first stud to fuck me tonight?"
She knew that the boys had planned this out among themselves earlier in the evening, that they had drawn lots or something like that to get the order down. When she asked her sexy question, Jim Riddle answered.
"I am first," he said.
"Oh, goody," she said girlishly, still fingering her clit.
But it really did not make any difference to her at all. She would fuck them all and she would enjoy them all. At moments such as this one, even champions were interchangeable as far as Kristy was concerned. But she did not want Jim to know that. She wanted him to think that he was something extra special to her. She moved across the table to where Jim stood naked and waiting for her. His cock was already pretty hard, but it could be harder, she thought. She grasped that cock in her hand and leaned off the table and started to suck on the rod.
Kristy sucked quickly, for she wanted to get the fucking started. She did not like sucking cock that much. It did not thrill her, but she knew that she had to do it in order to get most boys and men hard enough. When they were hard, the fucking would start and that was the girl's favorite sex thing. She liked it better than playing with herself or even having a man suck on her clit and eat her pussy out. She was just an old-fashioned girl, Kristy thought as she sucked on the rod. She liked fucking a cock best of all.
And Jim Riddle did not take much sucking. He was ready to fuck within a few seconds and then Kristy let the cock slid easily out of her throat and her mouth and moved around on the table. All of the basketball players were tall. When she lay on the table with her legs spread, their cocks were almost level with her pussy.
And now Kristy was lying in just that position and was squeezing her own tits with her hands and moaning to Jim Riddle.
"Fuck me, Jim. You are the first. Fuck my brains out, you stud."
All of the boys laughed and then Jim moved close to her. He pulled Kristy's eager, young body to the edge of the table and the girl reached down and spread her pussy lips so that he could better see what he was aiming for. She grinned at him and then gasped when he slammed his hard, straight cock into her cunt.
It felt so good. It felt so warm and so filling. That was what she particularly liked, the slamming, the idea that she was nothing, just a thing for cocks to be thrown in. She liked the feeling that it gave her when a cock was battering her pussy walls. She liked the mindless violence that young champions had when they fucked her.
And Jim was slamming and battering her right now.
Kristy raised her legs up Jim's body and threw them over his shoulders as he lifted her up. She had very long legs, very sexy legs. That is what made her an especially good dancer.
Jim fucked her with his straight cock, ramming the thing into her and forcing it deeper with each thrust. Kristy gave herself over the fucking, to the passion that grew in her young, sexy body. She thought again of her mother. Her mother had never let her audience do this to her, never at all. Kristy squirmed on the table as Jim fucked her and she fucked him back. As they moved together with a strong, violent motion, she spoke to him so that he and others could hear her words and let those words add to their excitement.
"Fuck my pussy, you stud. Fuck me like there was no tomorrow. Fuck me. Nail me. Give me that cock, you stud."
And her words had a good, violent effect on Jim. He ran his hands over her body as they fucked and pulled her off the table. She was not afraid. She knew that she would not fall, that she would just fuck her way onto his body and let him hold her there. She twisted her feet around his neck and let him pull her off the table as he held her up with his strong arms.
And soon they were fucking with Kristy hanging there in mid-air. Jim continued to batter her and hold her up and she continued to moan with those words that gave everyone their special thrills.
"Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my cunt, you stud. Fuck me to death."
Jim groaned and fucked and held her to him and gave her all the pleasure that she could stand. Then she heard him gurgle the words in his throat.
"I am going to come."
Quickly, Kristy reached back and grabbed the end of the table. Jim worked her back onto that table as he gave her his last thrusts. By the time that he came, she was safe on the table again with her legs still pressed against his body and her body quivering with delight as she sweated and groaned and gave him the fucking of his life.
Jim tensed his body and leaned forward and held himself there for a few seconds and came into Kristy's sweet, tight cunt. She knew that he was coming too and she cried out to him.
"Good! Shoot that shit into me! I want your come in me! I want all of your come in me!"
When Jim was finished with his fucking of her pussy, he pulled out of that cunt and staggered back. Kristy took a deep breath and grinned at the young man who had just given her a very good battering with his cock.
"You were great, Jim," she said softly, kissing the air in front of her and letting the champion know that the kiss was meant for him.
Jim grinned and exhaled with a slow breath.
Then Kristy looked around the room again.
"Who is next?" she asked.
"Me," Bob Rice said.
"Get the fuck over here, Bob and let me suck that cock of yours," the girl said with a impish gleam in her eye.
And, while Bob moved toward her, Kristy thought again of her mother. Her mother had never done this for her fans, the girl thought. She should have, but she had never done it.
Her mother should have fucked the whole world, Kristy thought. Then, maybe, she would not have been so alone in the world.