The True Or Dare ( 10 )


First-Time, Masturbation, Pregnant, Teen, Virginity
Oh thank god, thank god ! I kept staring at the peg and I checked the box three More meter to be sure. Just one lineage, not two. Negative. Thank god.

I know you are going to think I am full of shit but I really didn't know. I mean, yes, I knew that was how babe were made, but honestly, I thought you had to want to. Yes, a little bit of internet research had cleared things up a lot. But I was a soundly missy, I didn't plan to be naive or ignorant. But I was a unspoiled miss, and my parents were very devout Catholics. I went to a buck private shoal and sex ed consisted of nothing but abstinence. There was very legal brief and uninspired discussion of sperm and egg, but I really thought when people had `` bad sex '', the type just for fun, that you did n't take a shit a baby. I know, I was dullard, but instinctively, somehow, my consistence knew.

I was planning to save myself for marriage and for Jesus of Nazareth. I wanted to please my parents, my teachers, my pastor, and my friend's parents. I liked being one of the girls that parents would point out to their picayune lady friend and say, ‘ you should be just like her.'I was excited to graduate next month and head to TCU in the fall. Jesus, what would those parents have said if the trial had read confirming ?

Probably the like things they were saying, I mean, were going to say about savanna. I was surely, well pretty certain she wasn't going to tell her parents that Lizzy and I were involved. God, I could hear my parents now,"Marissa what were you thinking ? !"That horrified look. And that would just be if they heard about booze or drugs. God knows what they would say if they knew. .. . if they knew their perfect daughter was now damaged goods.

Not that you would cognise it looking at any of us. My female parent was Italian and my Father was French. I was 5 foot 1, more leg than torso, and comely skinned but kept up a steady diet of spray tanning. I had been lucky with acne, and rarely had to bust much makeup. I had thicker back talk than average and duo gave me nifty teeth.

My knocker were definitely from my mother. I was at a diminished C at that power point and my mother commented to me often how glad I was going to be when I went to Sorority. How well I would make full out dinner gown wearing apparel. While I often dressed girly, it was never implicative. My chest helped accentuate them that I was trim, though not athletically fit like Savannah. I am softer, thicker and firm than Savannah River.

Lizzy was kind of the ugly duckling of our grouping, though I love her to end. But she is lumpy and has wads of freckle. But we are all beautiful to God and I know she will regain the right guy at college with me future yr. Savannah got into TCU as well. Everything was planned out. It was going to be stark.

It was. Now I am not so sure. At this degree I just prayed Savannah wasn't going to be stupefied about it, that she would leave Lizzy and I our of it. The anxiety over it wo n't let that sickly, haunting, panic-struck feeling to go away. That must be what made me vomit. When I got off the phone with savanna this morning it took a while to even understand her through her asshole. She was talking about feeling grim lately and cramping and that she had always had a very on meter period. So she had accepted what she knew had happened and went to Planned Parenthood and got confirmation. She was pregnant. She was significant with his child. God, he was old and paunchy and a dork and. .. and. .. . oh God what had she been thinking ? What had we been thinking ?

She had no idea who he was, his real public figure, his routine, his address, anything. We met him in that parking lot. Shit, we never even looked at his licence dental plate. I am fairly certain now that it was all his programme. Why he did things the way he did, how he manipulated a few stupid naive unseasoned ladies who were too trusting. Now she had his sister interior and she didn't know what to do. She ended the conversation saying she had to tell her mom.

That was 2 60 minutes ago. I haven't gotten a call since so I assume she hasn't told, or hasn't sold Lizzy or I out. But when I hung up, I felt nauseous. I puked, hard. Instantly so afraid that maybe I was meaning too. But nope, the run said no. Thank god !

I laid back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. The tv was on but I didn't hear it. I couldn't end my mind from going over the events of that night again, and again, and again, and again. For as sick as it makes me, I did go along, I wanted to know what it felt like to be drunk, to be gamey, to be. .. . fucked.

It was about four hebdomad ago. I remember at Good Book study that week Savannah had told us her parents were going to be out of town and she wanted to have a sleep over. We said sure, even practiced female child like to be able to talk at length about boy, and blog, and makeup, and clothes. It's all barren fun. But she said to not advert her parents were gone, she did n't want our parents to say we could n't. This was the starting time sentence her parents let her stick alone when they were gone over nighttime. Obviously all our folks were considerably over-protective.

I remember right away knowing something was different. She had this smell in her eye. She had been a good girl her whole living, and she wanted to be bad. Not crazy bad, at to the lowest degree I don't think so. I don't think she had any idea how much was going to happen. But at school day that day she said she knew where her folks kept the hard liquor and she wanted to try drunkenness. I admit I was peculiar too and Lizzy went right along and we thought that would be a fun skillful booster thing. Getting drunk for the low gear meter. Jesus drank wine-coloured, right ?

But when we got to the house, her parents had put a zip bolt on it. No jazz band, it was a key one. Savannah was so pissed, she stomped around the house hollering about her parents not trusting her.

I neglected to point out that they seemed to know what she had in thinker. Anyway, she ranted and ranted and ranted. Lizzy and I were serious with just chilling and watching some picture, but Savannah had her mind set on breaking some rules this weekend.

Next matter I know, she had snagged $ 200 from some where in the house her mother kept petty cash ( not that they hurt for money ) and was dangling the keys to her dad's BMW.

"Let's drive to a liquor store and get some of our own."Savannah said.

"It wo n't work. We ca n't buy any for another 3 geezerhood. Unless you have a juke ID."I replied.

"Oh whatever, we can witness somebody to buy it for us."

Lizzy and I gave in without much of a fight. There was a hard drink store really close but it was small and alone in the parking lot. Savannah went further to one that was in the parking lot with a supermarket, a dry cleaners and a Mexican eating place. It took a while to figure out how to ask people. We avoided the mom and dad looking people. Tried a few old ladies who told us not to start so early on imbibition. Savannah seemed to be running out of steam and I thought we would just go back to her spot. But that was when he said something.

"What are you looking for ?"We heard a voice ask behind us.

Savannah turned around and asked,"Who are you ?"

He walked closer to us and into the overhand light."My public figure is Saint Patrick. I was in my car there listening to the end of the radio segment. I saw you go up to a issue of people and you looked pretty bummed out. What are you looking for ?"

"We just want a piffling alcohol. We won't need much. And I have $ 200 all dollars. If you get us some stuff you can pass the rest on what you want."Savannah blurted out.

He looked around to see if anyone was watching. But it was a pretty dim evening.

"Ok, which car is yours ?"savanna showed him.

"Alright, I can't risk someone seeing me apply it to you. So I will buy in and then follow you to your place, tidy sum ?"He didn't look real threatening or anything. He was, I don't know at least like in his 30's. He was balding on the back of his head, he wore Methedrine, had a goatee and moustache, some of his side pilus was graying at the tabernacle. He was about 5 foot 10 or so, a little sonant, not like the guy at school day who were mostly toned. He didn't inspire any attraction at all to me.

I thought savanna was screwball for trusting him but she did. She gave him the immediate payment and we got back in the BMW.
"Aren't you worried he is going to just grab what he wants, get in his car and drive away ?"Lizzy asked openly.

"Shhhhhit ! I hadn't thought of that."Savannah said with a growl and smacked the steering wheel. I just didn't know why she was so determined to do something"untimely"tonight but it seemed like an obsession, like she had made a pile with herself to be the person she had never been tonight.

It was a while but the guy,"Patrick"came out of the store carrying a cardboard box that cause come in and smiled toward us as he put the stuff in his bole. He then drove around the median and stopped a few railway car back from our parking spot.

"You see ! gratifying ! Let's go."savannah was very felicitous now, so very much so I have to say it infected us and we were getting excited about drinking. Savannah said she wanted to use the PS4 to see if we could ride the cars on Need for Speed when sot. We were laughing pretty estimable and we pulled into the service department, and Patrick pulled into the private road.

As we got out of the car, St. Patrick walked up to the service department, and I reached out to take the box.

"It's kind of heavy, let me take it in for you."St. Patrick insisted. He came in and put it on the return and showed us all he got. There were 12 wine coolers. A sextet of cyder. Some ball of fire, and a crew of airplane nursing bottle of yager, jose cuervo, sky vodka, and crown royal stag. He was telling us about what went with what mixer and what you were supposed to fuddle straight.

He was nice enough. That wasn't the problem, but I felt a petty sketched out by him. Why did he want to hang out with us ? So I tried a pinch.

"Thanks so much for helping us out. Hope you enjoy what you got for yourself."I said.

"Okay, okay, I can direct a intimation. I. .. I was gon na fume a trough before I headed out, did you desire to share."

I said"no"and savannah said"yes"at the take like fourth dimension."Fine, you don't have to, but I want some Marissa. Hey, we should do a drink first. What should I get to go with the vodka ?"

"Hmm, I would go Orange juice. It really mellows the preference and is good in case the pot makes you thirsty."

"Great !"Savannah River said and got to work making four drinks. We all sat around the table and sipped our drinks, with savanna constantly telling us to toast faster. We were on the indorse one shot when Saint Patrick pulled out his glass pipe and filled it up with some found weed. At that full stop Lizzy was already acting goofy. She couldn't hold her pot likker at all.

But she was trying to keep up with Savannah, I was a ways behind, only being halfway on the refill. Then Patrick took a hit.

"have you all smoked before ?"Patrick asked. We all responded that we hadn't. So he told us to take really modest hits, to just barely light the bowl and to breastfeed in for just a second. savanna, on her kick, took too much and coughed like a dying cat. Lizzy took a minuscule one and was laughing right away. I turned it down, saying I didn't need any.

So we sat there for another hour. Another trough, both Lizzy and savanna pretty hammered now. I was less so, but the hard liquor was definitely getting to me. I even started to make relaxed and not handle about getting rid of Saint Patrick. We refilled again and went to the living way and played demand for Speed on the PS4 and Mario Kart on the Wii. St. Patrick was pretty good at both. I am guessing he wasn't a gamer. But he was pretty cool over all, even though I still wondered why a guy that old would want to give ear with us.

We were on to the Crown and Coke when Patrick suggested we play a game. We talked about board secret plan. He asked if we had Cards Against humankind, but we didn't. No way savanna's parents would be down with that game.

"well, have you all played Truth or Dare ?"

"Nnnnoooope !"Said Lizzy laughing. She was really fucked up. Savannah was certainly flying high but she seemed focused. I was still only on hard liquor. While I was approaching a motor skills stultification level I hadn't had before, I was still coherent.

"Oh, it's a fun game. So it's called Truth or daring. The rules are real simple, so it's a honorable drinking game. So it goes like this. When it is your turn you ask individual a inquiry, you say truth or dare. They can pluck the dare if they want, if not they say the true and then you ask them a question of something you want to have it off, but the other doesn't want to answer."

"Ho-ho-ho, that sounds like a expert one."savanna said, spilling a bit of her C & C on her shirt. Savannah River was a very lilliputian 5 foot even. She had a pretty dark natural tan tone, she was the likes of half Italian and ¼ Irish and ¼ Native American. She had a slim body all the way around, her titty, while still growing were only mid A-cups. Her skin was a rusty bronze coloration, her hair was scraggly and dismal dirty blonde. She was wearing a White person tee shirt and just above the stifle length light blue pleated wench, and whitened strapped sandal hero sandwich.

I remember how she looked so well because the great deal of her, during the biz. .. it was burned into my retentiveness, I could see it very quickly without really trying, in such vivid detail. It was even clear-cut than what happened to me.
"Oh yeah it is a good biz. So for the dare, you make the dare something you know they won't wish to do so they will recite you the respond to your question."

"Ok, let's play."

"Yeah, ha ha ha."Lizzy concurred. So I went along. We sat in a circle on the carpet.

"Ok, I will go first. Show you how to play. Ok, Savannah, have you ever pleasured yourself ?"

"Oh my gaa- !"Savannah burst into giggled followed by Lizzy. I didn't laugh though. I thought it was a really creepy inquiry for him to ask. But the others didn't seem to care.

"Oh my, ok daring, screw that !"

"Hmmmm, you have to. .. let your friend spit in your boozing and then finish up it.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeww !"Lizzy screamed and back into giggles.

"Gross ! Ok, never intellect. Oh my gosh. Uh, yes, I have used my finger to. .. to feel good."Savannah turned really red.

"Ok, since you were the nidus of the concluding interrogative sentence, you get to go next."St. Patrick explained.

"Ooooooook, hmm, Marissa, do you know what happened to my favorite mode ring ?"

poop ! I didn't know she knew I took it."Uhhhhh, dare. .."

"I knew it. Ok, uuuummmmm, you have to strike a hit of the weed. Not a big one but I want to see smoke.
I didn't want to but I did. Boy that turd striking you hard when you have been drinking. I felt really messed up. I got pretty quiet and introverted after that, and the other three spent most of the meter just asking each other stuff and nonsense, smoking more pot, and having another bout of boozing. I didn't even pay that a great deal attention, I was trying to figure out how to work on my gamey. But I looked up when I heard :

"Savannah, true statement or dare."

"Truth."

"In July at Susan's party, where did you and Tommy go when the rest of us were in the puddle ?"

I had no idea what she was talking about. I hadn't gone to Susan's company. Apparently my friends were a little bit more circuitous than I knew. They hadn't told me about being there.

Savannah River looked at Lizzy for a while."Dare."

"Fine... . .you have to give, what's your name ?"

"Patrick."

"spring Patrick a kiss."

"What ? ! Lizzy. .."

"If you don't want to do it, answer the question !"

"Huuuckkkkk !"savanna growled. She hopped up on her knee and leaned to Patrick, she took one hand and grabbed him by the cheeks and planted one on his backtalk. It wasn't much more than a peck, but it broke open up ice that mattered.

Lizzy fell into a fit of laugh. Next Savanna asked Patrick a head. Then he asked her one back.

"Have you ever given a guy a blowjob ?"Patrick asked Savannah.

"fuck that. What's the daring ?"

"Hmmm, you have to. .. .kiss Lizzy !"

"Aaaaaagh !"Both Lizzy and Savannah giggled and stalled. Patrick went to the kitchen and poured a bolide shot for all of them. He seemed to accept I was done drinking. Of path the hit of pot had me still dizzy and offensive.

The three took their blastoff, and then Lizzy and Savannah went ahead and kissed. Again, it wasn't anything crazy, but it was a warning of where the biz was going.

When it was Lizzy's routine again she asked the same question.

"Where did you go with Tommy ?"

"Hey you can't ask that again !"

Patrick laughed."There is no rule against that. You can suffice her anytime you want."

Savannah River laughed and grabbed the fireball bottle and took a pull."Dare."

Lizzy was annoyed that Savannah would not secern her what happened."Fine, if you won't solvent, you have to kiss Patrick and, and, and use your tongue !"

"Ewwww ! You bitch, ha ha !"At this point in time Savannah was so hammered she really didn't precaution. She knee walked over to Patrick and threw her sleeve around him. She kissed him flush and opened her mouth and they kissed for 5 seconds. I had no estimate how to buss like that. Again I was coming to sympathize that I was the naive one of the group.

On they went, the dares getting more and More risque. Groping soul here, touching someone there. Lizzy kept the Saami head coming. succeeding she made her twinkle her bra to Saint Patrick. Then she made them kiss for a count of 10. On and on they went. Before tenacious all of them had kissed a phone number of fourth dimension, felt the little girl'knocker, everyone's butts.

Then lots of flash, the final time Lizzy increased the dare to a real flash, and savannah went ahead and did it. She showed Patrick, and the rest of them her A-cups.

Another round of shots. It was obvious that savannah didn't want to answer.

Another 10 minutes and more and Sir Thomas More dare, it seemed like they didn't even want to ask questions anymore. They just wanted to be naughty. It was like they forgot I was even there.

Lizzy asked again. savannah asked for the daring."C'mon Savannah, just suffice the stupid question !"Lizzy yelled.
"My selection ! Get over it."

"mulct, here's a dare even you won't do. You have to pull up your chick and let Patrick thrash you down there !"I couldn't believe she said that. But hey, at least now savanna would do.

Savannah turned beat red in the cheeks. She looked at the terra firma."I don't want to play anymore."

"Na-uh ! Not until you finish your turn ! Where did you and Tommy go ?"

savannah just stared at her. drunkard as shit. high school as roll in the hay. Eye bleary-eyed and red and droopy.

She got a noose on her backtalk."Fine bitch."

She flayed her hairsbreadth out and laid down on her back. She put her invertebrate foot flat on the storey putting her knees at 90 level. She grabbed the presence of her skirt and pulled it to her belly push.

"Do it. Go ahead Saint Patrick, just get this diddly-shit over with."

I don't know that St. Patrick ever planned on it this way. But he knew the game. The game with drinking. It always went sexual. Even Lizzy who I figured was as clueless as me, nothing more than a few kisses with a swain, quickly went the sexual route with this plot when fueled by alcohol.

I was starting to sense a bit ill. I didn't know anything about pot, but it was effectual in our state. It must have been really potent. I took a flyspeck hit but I was feeling all fuzzy all over. Why did people toast and smoke on intent to feel this way ?

I remember watching Patrick as he stared at Savannah's genitalia, covered by light grim panties. He moved to his workforce and knee joint, his eyes as big as dinner photographic plate, his oral fissure open up, his clapper passing water is sass, his jaw swinging around, loosening up. I got the idea at that time that he wasn't provision just a quick smell. He looked thirsty, and excited.

His face disappeared past her thigh. From my spot, propped up against the entertainment center, I could only see his fuzz above her peg.

"Auuuuuuuuuuuuh !"Savannah gasped as his tongue made impinging. Her hips jumped a bit and her face turned to me, centre closed, lips pulled back to her teeth.

"Hoooooooooooly shit. .."Lizzy said, as amazed as I that Savannah actually picked the dare. right wing in front of us, she was letting a guy, god knows how old, lick her slit ! Was she crazy ? God he wasn't even attractive.

It certainly wasn't a quick lick, they were passing 30 seconds. Savannah had been breathing kind of heavy but really broke the secrecy, when Patrick got a honest move in.

"Oh screw !"Her eyes snapped spread out and she stared at the ceiling. Her hips jolted."Oh ffffffffuck ! Huuuh !"Her groan was almost a cry. I wondered if it was a cry for help. But at that point both of Savannah's helping hand clutched Patrick's thinning hair. She began steering him, guiding her to where she wanted him succeeding.

Patrick pulled back a bit and I watched him Yankee-Doodle and then skid Savannah's panty over her knees, before he dove back in, savannah now opened without restriction.

I never imagined the sounds. Slobbering, squishing, grunting, groaning, moaning. None of it seemed enticing, but Savannah River certainly didn't intellect. She began moaning louder and louder.

"Oh confection child Good Shepherd ! Patrick, oh Patrick right hand there ! ! !"One of her workforce went to her mouth, her dentition biting her finger, her other hand still steering Saint Patrick around.

I could smell it now. I had never smelled anything like it. I had no idea sex smelled.

"Jezzzzzus Savannah"Lizzy whispered very quietly. She knew as I did, this wasn't stopping until Savannah had an orgasm. I knew those, I had masturbated a time or two. But I never made noise like Savannah River was.

"Ooooooooooooohmmmmmmmy gaaaaaaaaaawd. Oh Patrick ! Oh god ! Oh God ! OH God ! OH GOd ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! ! ! !"

Savannah's whole soundbox was shaking when she screamed. So that was what a real orgasm is, I thought to myself. Holy dogshit. I can't believe we just watched that. Oddly Saint Patrick hadn't stopped, he kept going at it for another bit.
savannah had just gone mostly limp. Her header slowly rolling back and Forth.

Then Patrick did block off. Stop licking.

He slithered up her, his lips kissing her flat pinnace tummy, red brown like the rest of her. He pushed her shirt up as he went up. Her bra stayed on her but her top was up to her articulatio humeri. St. Patrick began to kiss her neck, then her jaw, then he kissed her. She wasn't kissing back much, she had faded into her orgasm, barely coherent.

osculation. Kiss, neck lick, shoulder kiss. I was watching his human face so intently, amazed at what I was seeing I didn't notice him slowly shoving his jeans and underclothing down to his thighs.

I noticed when his mitt reached down and under savannah's thigh. I saw just a bit of his manhood but I was startled beyond notion. Drunk, gamey, and dizzy, I just watched, in horror, in disbelief.

"Nnn. .. Pajjjrick. Nnn—no doahnnnnn"Savannah slurred as she felt what I couldn't see, Saint Patrick's hard member pushing to where his tongue had just been.

"Unnnnnk, juzz relax baby."St. Patrick said in a low moan as he pushed his rooster inside of Savannah's Cy Young teenage pussy.

Savannah River's neck craned,"Uuuu-nah ! Ooouuuuh gawwwwd ! Ehhhhhhh !"savanna moaned, her eyes open wide, a face of reverence on her face as she stared at St. Patrick. Her first lover. Her fetus'Father-God. That nauseated fucker.

"Fuuuuck babbbbby. Unuh you're so tight !"Patrick growled, propping himself up on his bridge player and began sliding up and down along Savannah. Faster. .. .faster.

"Guuaaay ! Oh god, oh god. .. oh Redeemer, ohmmm !"Savannah River's hands were covering her face, horrified of what she was doing but enjoying it far too much to give up. He was old, he was balding, he was out of shape. This wasn't the first time she dreamed of, but it rarely is. What she did hump was she loved what she felt, and didn't want it to end without ending as nature intends.

I saw Lizzy crawling unsteadily until she was sitting up against one of the couch, directly behind them. I don't think I saw her blinking until it was over. She was mesmerized, watching Patrick's less than impressive penis going in and out of our friend. He was gripping her leg but their motions overall didn't seem very organized or thought out.

He just kept shoving it in, no matter how ill-timed he knew it was, he wasn't stopping. I had never felt more uncomfortable and shelter.

When Patrick sat back on his heels, grabbed Savannah by the shank, and said,"Here it comes sweetie !"I had no approximation what hee was referring to. But what I did see is he held her up a bit, her ass off the level and was moving his hips back and forth very quickly. I heard a slapping sound, unable to see it was his testicles slapping her virgin taint.

"Oh damn, oh fuck. .. here we go. Here's your pillage. Oh, OH, OH, OH, OH
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck !"

He stopped pumping and held Savannah business firm, and stood up strict on his knees. His center squinted. His lips curled. His aspect squished.

Then his oral fissure relaxed and hung open, while his organic structure would slash a few times. Lightly grunting, until he finally sat back on his hound and let go of savannah.

Her ass was back on the flooring and Saint Patrick's promontory hung back, as he fought the impulse to sleep. What I wasn't aware of was that he had left a lot of himself, his seed, his sperm, his DNA inside her. If only savannah had saved any of it. We might know who he is.

"Hooooooollllly. .. . wow. .."Lizzy commented, still not blinking.

Patrick pulled out of Savannah, a very pocket-sized looking penis from what I could tell. At least how I had heard them described in erotica. Patrick reached for a mantle on the couch and covered him and Savannah and cuddled with her.

Lizzy and I didn't move for 15 minutes. Just staring at what was already done. Had we really just watched our admirer, or best booster have fucking sex with a nasty old fucker right on the trading floor ? That wasn't special, that wasn't memorable, why did she. .. why did she let him do that ?

I finally pulled myself to my feet, I had to pee so bad. I also vomited while I was in there. Partly from liquor, partly from pot, partly from watching a gross guy fuck my champion like a rag doll. I don't roll in the hay how long I was in there, but when I stumbled out, they weren't on the story anymore. And I didn't know where that little Irish whiskey red head Friend of mine Lizzy was.

I pulled a comforter and pillow out of the living way pantry and curled up on one lounge. Very tired form the worked up screening and hard vomit. I was almost numb when I heard the toilet upstairs blossom. I heard step coming down the stair at the same prison term I heard what I never expected.

I heard a moan from Savannah. What the fuck was she doing now ? The groan got louder, and louder, and faster. I began to hear the cracking of the wooden figure of her parent's bed in the passe-partout bedroom just off the aliveness room.

I forced my head up. I wanted to find out I was just hearing matter, or dreaming. Instead as I turned to look behind the couch I saw Lizzy standing at the room access, one leg bent at the knee joint, and I could tell she was playing with herself, watching whatever was resulting in savannah's moaning.

I felt sick again, but not vomit like. Sick in my heart. All of it. The drunkenness. The smoke. The racy game, the inappropriate dares. The cunnilingus. The make love sexual congress. Now, god knows what she was doing. Couldn't be any worse could it ?

I curled up and pulled the pacifier over my head word. I wanted to catch some Z's, to forget about this.

Savannah River's groan got really intense, almost like she was sobbing and I heard St. Patrick's voice cry out something in unison with her. Then it was quiet.

I heard Lizzy walk by, a stop at the cupboard for her own blanket and pillow. She went to the far put and curled up facing away from me. Soon I heard her moan.

I opened my eyes and watched my champion piece of work herself into a frenzy via fantasizing about watching our friend get raped by that pallid fuck a second time. I know Savannah was moaning, but she didn't mean it ! She was just fucked up ! She was confused !

Lizzy kept at it until she orgasmed. It wasn't enough to find out one friend be a sicko, I had to see the other do it to. I felt like I didn't know these girls. Soon after, she was snoring softly. Finally the theatre was quiet, and the quiet wrapped me in marvelous rest.

I awoke at some point in the night, the room a blue glowing from the tv that was still droning on.

Oh tinker's damn !

I jumped off the couch and back to the john and puked again. At least this time I actually felt better. I felt halfway normal. But Christ I was still fucked up. I felt so foggy all over, every felt over stimulated. I rinsed my mouth and walked out of the lavatory.

Good Shepherd. You have to be kidding me. It was Savannah again. I was all too associate with her moan by now. They were soft, but definite. The granddad clock interrupted, chiming out 3 AM to the planetary house. When it silenced I could see Savannah again. I don't know why I was so curiosity, but I was. Why was she distillery going at it ? Was it that goodness ?

There was unaccented coming from the room. As I began to glance around the door I saw the privy within the elbow room was the source of the visible light. While blocked directly by the paries, the resulting flood of lower-ranking lighting was more than enough. I finally got my full school principal around the door and saw them.

It was quite a sight. I had never considered there were other ways to do it. But there they were. Patrick laying down, his face just visible past Savannah's second joint, as she straddled him. She was moving slowly up and down. I couldn't make out a lot beyond that, but now that I was a picayune more in my right thinker, I felt what Lizzy must consume.
Watching them copulate was intensely sexual and I began to prickle down below. That is why Lizzy was touching herself. I could barely check myself from doing the same.

Savannah leaned forward, her hands on Patrick's pectus and began to ride him diagonally instead of vertically and finally I could see what Lizzy had that first time. I could see his member as clear as day. I knew my eyes were as big as dinner plates too as I became mesmerized. I watched Savannah consider him in, and then pull off, back in, back out.

She kept changing her tread, quick, obtuse, up, down, forward, back, swirled, swivel, she was working herself up for a big cultivation.

"Oh god, go on flicking it St. Patrick. Oh god, oh god here it comes. Oh it's, it's, it's B-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-G-G ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Huah ! Huah ! Unah ! Uh !"

I could see the muscles in her back flexing as she orgasmed for at least the 4th time that night, plus any I hadn't known about.

I realized Saint Patrick was watching me, staring at me as he fucked Savannah with his hammer. I made me sick, yet I could not turn away. His beady eye bored into me. He mouthed to me,"this one is for you"

His chief fell back, and the balls of his feet pushed into the bed and he shot his hips upward, shooting his semen into Savannah yet again."Rrrrraaaaaaawwwwwwwwaah !"

It was brainsick, watching the actual sex, it sure made the orgasmic watchword much more. .. visceral and acute. I had never felt so a lot affectionateness flowing out of my torso, the terminus"in heat energy"finally making sense to me. I walked back to the sofa, stunned by what I had seen, and mortified I had enjoyed it.

I have no idea if any of us were more than of his type that the other. Savannah River, with her petite, athletic and hard body, with sour dirty blonde hair ? Lizzy a pale, freckled, significantly large breasted Irish redhead. Or was it me ? The thicker, buxom, voluptuous eccentric ?

My eye were shut, the minute strobe impression of the tv slashing on my eyelids as I couldn't stop from having the visions. The visions of Patrick on me. Of Saint Patrick in me. I didn't want him. Not at all. But now I felt I knew why Savannah River took him even though he wasn't what she wanted.

Because he was a man, and only a man could experience felt like a man. I had never felt a man, but when I watched Savannah working on Patrick's dick, I felt it inside me. What it must palpate like. How bewilder it must feel to play yourself to ecstasy on a man. It was the outset time she ever could sense the desire to conduct, the desire to take a man, the desire to slake the thirstiness of her ovaries.

Her digit were all over her pussy, sloppy and uncontrolled. I didn't even know how to she-bop correctly. Too footling experience. But I wanted to badly to feel as near as Savannah River did. I just kept working on whatever seemed to crop virtually intensely.

I had been at it for a bit and was trying so hard to just wind up. To just go over the edge and ingest my orgasm and settle into its warmth and sleep. But, but something had pulled me out of my imagination. Something had changed.

The tv. The jiffy was gone. My eyes forced opened, to see St. Patrick watching me, standing in front of the tv.

Oh my god ! Has he been watching me ? He had his pant and shirt and jacket on. It looked like he was on the way out. But she saw me. Or. .. was I making noise ? Did he hear me.

Saint Patrick got a slick grin on his face that turned my venter. He sat side by side to me, still in my pitch-dark bird and pink cooler top. I no longer had my jacket on, one less layer of protective cover of my boob from him.

"Here, let me facilitate you. .."he said in a low hushed voice.

I tried to protest. To say no. But my sassing just parted and closed again, I almost didn't flavor in control of myself.

"N-nn-nnn"I tried again, my eyes darting over to Lizzy, still curled on the lounge away from me.

"Don't headache steady. She's not gon na inflame up."Patrick said as his thumb grazed my thigh, his fingerbreadth close enough to feel the warmth of my womb. I felt his digit touch me.

"Uh-h-h-h-h-h-h"I stammered, my optic darting back to Patrick. It was immediately evident that he knew more about where to touch than me.

As I felt him explore me my loins caught attack and I felt the sort of pleasure Ping River I hadn't before. Good Shepherd it felt so trade good ! He was old ! He was gross ! He was fat ! He was bald ! Yuck !

But still I let him.

My eyes were starring over at the wall of the sofa. I couldn't bare to look out him. Those middle, piercing and malefic. Those back talk, curled into his sadistic smiling, as he got to experience his second teen pussy of the day. I could almost hear his teeth grinding in his intensity.

I felt my kitty pulsating with waves of needle of pleasure. The wafture kept pushing outward numbing my legs. The needles worked up my breast, setting my mamilla on fire. The needle were encapsulating my bosom, and I feared I was going to have a heart attack as that went numb.

Saint Patrick had his fingers inside me, working me into the type of frenzy savannah had been experiencing. The acerate leaf worked up my neck and over my head until they finally pierced my brain and the climax exploded in and through me. My eubstance writhed, my hip shook, my teeth chattered, and my heart pounded as I fell over the peak of my coming.

"Uh-unf-unf-unf-unf-unf !"My dead body kept pulsing with is fingers as the climax seemed to sit at the peak continuously. I began to blow away and my 'unfs'turned into deep labored breaths.

It was crazy. I swear I was floating in a big atomic number 79 flowing river, atomic number 79 was everywhere, streaming up or down in different designs with the warmth of the sun all around me, tingling and beaming. I forgot who I was. I forgot that I was all together. Nothing mattered like the orgasm.

I didn't experience him at first. I felt the weightiness, I remember that. But I honestly thought it was part of the orgasm. It had done so many affair I never felt before.

While the free weight didn't warning signal me, the scent of his breathing space did. I could smell a combo of liquor, pot and whatever he had for dinner party. It wasn't pleasant.

My centre barely broke their seal. He was an inch from my brass, his eyes boring into mine. I saw his eyes flutter and he gave a voiced grunt. I had been so numbed from my orgasmic coming that I hadn't felt his pushing until then.
"n-n-na. Hmmmf. Shhhhhhnna."God I was fucked up. More the booze, the pot or the coming I don't know but I couldn't restraint my lips or my tongue. But I felt it now that I was feeling for it. Oh Jesus, that was him, that was his. .. that was his fucking member pushing against me !

"Rrrrroow,"Saint Patrick moaned, and I watched his face scrunch as. ..

Oh god ! Oh my god it was. …. going. .. . in. .. . Fuck ! No ! Stop, OH JESUS, IT'S SLIDING IN !

"Shnnnaaaama !"I tried to press against him, with no effort, my weapon system and legs felt like jello.

I felt my body shake when his mushroom cloud cap pushed passed my cancel defenses and I felt my opening handgrip him under the cap.

I closed my center, trying to gain ascendance over my speech. I was almost out of meter ! This wasn't how I planned my first off meter ! I wanted it to be my hubby, a marvellous darkness handsome stud, filling my body with beloved. Not this ugly, old, fat fuck.

Good Shepherd ! It was going in more ! It slid in slowly, centimeter by centimeter, accompanies by St. Patrick's throaty oink.
"Phu-huh-huh-huh. Nuuh-huh-uh-uh-uh ?"I could mouth but I could cry. I sobbed, getting no reprieve. I sobbed because I was disgusted. I sobbed because I was not only a slattern, but I was sluting with a guy who had just fucked my friend. He had both of our virginity, that fucking asshole.

"Unnnf !"Patrick grunted as I felt his groin push up against me, his penis completely buried within me. I continued crying, more now because I knew I enjoyed it. Why did I like him in me ? He wasn't the one ! But my torso did not give care about"the one for me."My body wanted a man, any man, to make me feel like a woman.

I felt the disgusting slickness wet of our genitals as he began to draw out out and push in with quick strokes.

I hated the flavour I was having as instincts began to bring hold.

"darn infant, UNUH ! I didn't think I could-dah ! Get it up again. You are special."

I felt his hired man pushing my top up, higher and gamy, his hands gripped my bra and pushed it up with my top to my upper chest, exposing my moderate C size of it breasts to him.

I felt Patrick pulling out of me to the tip, and I hated myself for wanting to tell him not to let it all the way out. Why did I care ? Why ? Because of instinct my legs were begging to enwrap about his saggy waist. instinct made me require to pull out him back deep inside me.

He stayed barely in me as he slobbered all over my breasts, squeezing, biting and sucking. The botheration from the bites paled to the pleasure of my tops sensible tit. Oh Jesus, I'm sorry that I love it !

Patrick worked my breasts for what seemed like forever until he said,"Oh darn baby, I wasn't sure I had any left, but you worked it out of me.

Mercifully I felt his length back inside me as he clamped his oral fissure on mine and shoved his lingua in my mouth. His terrible breathing spell, his musky smell, the smell of our genitalia, the booze, the pot. My disgust was strong, but not stronger than my body's requirement.

I gripped Saint Patrick's arm's, my branch pulled up, my genu on his sides, my feet resting on his honey handles as he began grunting and thrusting hard, late, fast. I finally understood without being told that there was no separating sex from congress. I understood now that there was no"land up"without a share-out of his DNA. Semen. His ejaculate was going to be in my body.

I turned my capitulum to the couch so ashamed and embarrassed. Wondering how I could have let all this happen. A lifetime of being commodity, untangle by one night. I felt his hands on my shoulders holding his weight. I heard the slapping as I felt his testicles slapping against me. I knew it was closely. I knew soon I wouldn't be chaste, I would be fertilized, I sobbed wondering how it would all end.

I felt Saint Patrick seize and learn a voiceless moan, sound only his breath. I felt him quiver. I knew. I knew then I was the whore I had always chided. A man, so much older, not worth my time, whose gens, I barely knew was the first man to bath my dead body with his seed.

I did feel an sexual climax of variety, but not physical. aught like the one his fingers give me. It was a flood of contentment and reward chemical in my brain. Like the combo of running a mile, eating a umber bar, and the contentment of sleeping in your parents bed as a baby. My body was happy, even if I was not.

I never opened my eyes as I felt his penis leave my body. The frisson of the night air on my bare peg and portion of my body. I heard his slide fastener. I heard him walking. I heard the door to the house out-of-doors and close.

I heard a car start, and soon it was silent. My first fan. My first mate. He was gone, and I had no idea how to ever find him again. I blindly pulled the pacifier back over me but never fell asleep.

When the sun was peeking through the window, I pulled my clothes back on, put on my shoe, grabbed my backpack and started the 12 cube walk home, feeling sick to my stomach again every sentence a drop of fluid slid down my leg .
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