Amy Everett was a very pretty, 14 year old high school freshman. She was on the thin side, tallish, at five-eight, long blond hair, peaches and cream complexion, and pert, tomato sized breasts. Yes, every young boy’s wet dream was Amy Everett. For all this, she was quite shy because of a stutter which made her very self-conscious.

Amy’s father had been abusive to her mother, so her mother and Amy, an only child, left their middle class suburban home and found an apartment on the wrong side of the tracks in the city. As Amy’s mother was a low level secretary, it was all they could afford. Amy would be transferring to the city school in the fall, but our story begins in mid-June.

At first, Amy stayed at home most of the time. She realized that she stood out like an orchid in a radish garden in this ghetto, and didn’t like to draw attention to herself. Staying home alone got very boring for a young girl, however, so Amy began to venture down the block to the outdoor basketball court to watch. One of the everyday players was a tall, well-built, fifteen year old black boy. He wasn’t the best player, by far, nor the most handsome, but he was very genial and obviously an outgoing favorite of the group.

So, most afternoons with fair weather would find Amy leaning against the chain link fence to watch the games. One day, after the game had concluded, the tall black boy stopped by Amy as he left the court. “Hi, I think you live in my building,” He said.

“I d-don’t know.”

“Yeah, I saw you leaving the building with your mother the other day. Oh,” he laughed, “pardon my manners. I’m Thomas, Thomas Arris.” He extended his hand to shake.

Amy met his eyes, briefly, and shook his hand with a shy grin on her face. “Hi.”

“And what’s your name?” he asked.

“Amy Ev-Everett.”

“Well, I’m headed home to take a shower. Will you walk with me?” A my was very nervous, but he seemed to be friendly and safe so she nodded and fell in beside him. As they walked, Thomas asked where she was from, what grade she was in, and generally carried the conversation over her mostly one word answers. They learned that Amy lived on the second floor of her building, and Thomas on the third.

It was a hot day, so, as they started up the stairs, Thomas asked Amy if she would like to come up to his place for lemonade. He explained that his mother was working so there was no one home. She was hesitant to be alone with him, but he was so friendly, and she was lonely, so she decided it would probably be safe to go with him.

In the kitchen, Thomas poured each of them a tall glass of lemonade and led her to his bedroom where he laid out some clothes, grabbed a towel, and told her he wouldn’t be long in the shower. Amy sat on the boy’s bed as there was no chair in the room. A few minutes later, Thomas strode back into the room naked, wiping the towel back and forth across his back. Amy was startled and looked down at the floor, her face reddening. She couldn’t stop the small smile creeping across her face though. It was a little funny, after all, him being so nonchalantly naked. She also couldn’t help stealing glances at his formidable equipment. Amy had never seen a cock except in pictures. It was handsome, magnificent even, she decided. Although she was embarrassed, she was glad he hadn’t covered himself. As he stood wiping the rest of his body he recommenced their conversation. What was her favorite school subject, what did she like on TV, etc. While he talked, Amy couldn’t resist taking longer looks at his nakedness. She enjoyed it and he didn’t seem to mind. Then he sat on the bed beside her and wiped his feet dry. Would she like some more lemonade? Yes, she would, thanks.

Thomas stood and walked to the kitchen in all his naked glory, much to Amy’s pleasure. She took a long look at his ass cheeks as he left the room. She was further impressed. She wondered how long he was going to stay naked, and she wondered if she should excuse herself and leave. But she didn’t want to leave. This was the most pleasant thing that had happened to her since she and her mother had moved here. When he returned with her lemonade, he smiled and passed the glass to her. Their eyes met briefly before her eyes dropped to his cock again. He touched her shoulder for balance as he sat back down beside her on the bed. The touch was like an electric current radiating throughout her body. She had never been more excited than she was sitting with this naked black boy.

Thomas asked her what she liked to read and Amy told him about her love of science fiction. It turned out that he shared her literary tastes and they casually discussed their favorite authors. As they talked, Amy came to staring at his lap more and more openly. She liked it and he didn’t seem to mind. When the conversation began to run down, Amy began to worry about what awkwardness might ensue if she stayed any longer. So, she thanked him for the lemonade and told him she had to go home.

Thomas said he was glad they had met and he had enjoyed their talk. Maybe she could come back with him tomorrow after basketball and they could talk some more? Yes, she would like that. He escorted her to the door with his hand on her back. At the door, as she turned toward him, he put out his hand to shake, just inches from his cock. She took his hand with a big smile and a long, final look at his cock which was twitching slightly. She hoped she would see it again tomorrow.

When she got home, Amy went straight to her bedroom and tugged her shorts and panties off and lay on her bed. She began to rub her wet pussy feverishly, as she pictured a big black cock in her mind’s eye. She couldn’t wait until tomorrow and hoped Thomas would be so open again about his nudity. This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her and she wanted desperately for it to happen again.

The next afternoon, after the game ended, Thomas again approached Amy at the fence, smiling broadly. “Hi, Amy.”

“Hi T-t-thomas.”

“Shall we go have a lemonade?”

“I’d like th-that. Th- thank you.” Their eyes met as Amy smiled sweetly. She noticed, again, that he never mentioned her stutter, and she silently thanked him for it. It helped her feel somewhat at ease with him. When they reached Thomas’ apartment, the routine was the same as the previous day. Amy followed Thomas into his bedroom with her lemonade and sat on his bed while he laid out some clean clothes. After he left, she repeated to herself quietly, ‘Oh, do it again, do it again, do it again!’

Fate or the gods answered in the affirmative, as Thomas returned to the room naked, rubbing the towel across his back. She caught her breath momentarily and smiled, staring openly at his large, dangling cock. As she looked up at his eyes, she saw that he was smiling back at her and her smile widened. She thought, ‘He likes me to look at it. But I like looking at it even more.’ She giggled just a bit at that.

“You like?” He asked. She laughed quietly and said, “Yes,” softly.

“Good. Then we’re both happy.”

Thomas sat down beside her on the bed and wiped his feet dry. Then he tossed the towel onto the floor. “So, have you read I Robot? By Asimov?”

“Oh, yes. Th-that’s one of m-my all-t-time f-favorites.”

“Me too.” Amy was now openly staring at his cock. She had decided that, what the heck, she liked it and so did he, so why not.

“You can hold it if you’d like.”

“Oh, I sh-shouldn’t.” She protested, meekly.

“Why not? You obviously want to, and I’d like it too.”

“You won’t t-try anything else?”

“Oh, Amy, of course not. We’re friends aren’t we?”

“I g-guess.” She reached out very slowly and took his cock in her hand. She wasn’t sure whether it was her hand making it shake, or whether it was shaking on its own. As it started to stiffen, she began to squeeze it a bit. She decided she liked the feel of it very much.

“If you would move your hand up and down on it, it would feel really great for me. If you wouldn’t mind, of course.”

“I w-wouldn’t m-mind,” she said as she began to stroke it slowly.

“And, if you wouldn’t mind, it loves to be kissed.” Since that’s exactly what Amy was thinking of doing, she bent over and kissed the head.

“Girl, I think I’m going to fall in love with you. Can you kiss it again, maybe a French kiss?”

“You m-mean with my t-tongue?”

“Yes, your tongue and your mouth.”

She decided quickly that he was leading her right where she wanted to go, so she bent over and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before sucking it into her mouth. It felt so decadent, so sexy, so awesome, she thought.

“You like sucking it don’t you, Amy?” She reluctantly took it out of her mouth long enough to say, “Yes, I l-like it. Is it g-going to spurt?”

“Yes, in a few minutes. I think you’ll like it when it does. It doesn’t hurt and it doesn’t taste bad. Some girls like the taste.”

“So, after I t-taste it, I sh-should just s-swallow?”

“Exactly! You’ll like it, I promise.”

“Okay.”

Thomas explained to her that the most sensitive part of his cock was right around the base of the crown, at its widest point, and she should move her lips up and down over that part of it if she wanted to make it spurt. She asked, “Do you w-want me to m-make it spurt?”

“Oh, yeah! That’s the ultimate.”

“Th-then I w-want to p-please you, so you w-will let me do it again.”

She liked sucking this cock. She liked it a lot. It was so sexy. Imagine what her girlfriends back at her old school would say if they knew she was sucking this gorgeous big black cock all the way. And with that thought, she got what she wanted, spurt after spurt, which she swallowed as quickly as she could, but saving a little at the end so she could savor the taste; Not bad at all, she decided.

She sat up and looked into his eyes, smiling. “D-did I d-do it good?”

“Girl, you did it perfectly. Just perfectly.”

“I l-like d-doing it. Can I d-do it again?”

“Sure you can, but we have to wait for a few minutes and give it a rest.”

“Okay.”

“Amy, can I kiss you?”

She giggled. “Yes. If you p-promise I c-can s-suck it again.”

“I promise.” He knew he had just struck the mother lode; a beautiful young girl who loves to suck cock. He would have promised her anything.

Thomas reached down and took Amy’s face in his hands and kissed her, intruding his tongue into her mouth. At first she recoiled a bit, surprised by the tongue, but then she relaxed and sucked on it. This was very nice, she thought.

“Amy,” he said, “I like my girls to talk dirty sometimes. Can you do that for me?”

“D-do you have other g-girls?”

“Yes, I have a couple other girls I fool around with sometimes. Do you mind?”

“No, I g-guess not. But c-can we k-keep d-doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“You know, w-what we j-just did.”

“Say it, Amy. What did you just do?”

She caught on then and replied, “I s-sucked your c-cock.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear. Keep it basic, Amy, I love it like that.”

“I l-like sucking your b-big black c-cock.” She followed this with a big toothy grin, hoping she had pleased him, and getting aroused at talking dirty. She decided she liked it very much.

“And what then, Amy?” He prodded.

“And s-swallowing your d-delicious c-cum.”

“Oh, girl you are my dream girl, a real cum slut.”

“Are the other g-girls c-cum sluts, too?”

“Yes. Would you like to meet them?”

“I g-guess so. W-what would we d-do?”

“Well you could share sucking my cock, for one thing. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“You m-mean we would w-watch each other s-suck it?” Amy was getting further aroused as she pictured this.

“Yes. Greta likes people to watch her suck my cock? Wouldn’t you like someone to watch you?”

“M-maybe.”

“Well, we’ll try it. With you and Greta, and maybe Janine would join in too.”

“Three g-girls and just one c-cock?”

“Oh, don’t be selfish, Amy,” he admonished, smiling. “I’ll make sure you get a mouthful of cum at least once. Okay?”

She laughed. “Okay. J-just remember you p-promised.”

“And if you suck me real good, I’ll let you watch me fuck one of the other girls. Would you like that?”

She giggled, and her eyes got big. “Really?”

“And if you like what you see, maybe I’ll fuck you too.”

Amy could feel juices running down her leg, overflowing her panties. “And the other g-girls would be watching you f-fuck me?”

“Yes. That excites you doesn’t it, Amy? People watching you do sexy things?”

“I d-don’t know. I’ve never d-done anything like that. But I l-like to th-think about it.”

“That’s good, because if you want to keep sucking my cock, you’re going to have to let people watch you do sexy stuff. That’s fair, isn’t it?”

She swallowed hard and uttered a meek “Yes.” Oh, she wanted to do that. She had always wanted to do that. How did he know she had always wanted other people to watch her do sexy stuff? She screwed up her courage and asked, “So, w-when can I sh-share your c-cock with the other g-girls?”

“You’re anxious for that, aren’t you Amy? Tell me what you want and I can make it happen.”

She hesitated for just a moment. “I w-want those g-girls to see me s-suck your c-cock and swallow your c-cum.” She wore a sheepish grin then, shocked at what she had just said.

“Excellent. I think we’ll be doing that tomorrow afternoon. So, just to hold me over ‘til then, why don’t you suck me off again. And keep the cum in your mouth this time until you can show me you’re gargling it before you swallow. And maybe you can gargle it for the other girls tomorrow, too”

Amy shuddered with deep erotic arousal. “Yes, I want that,” she said.

“And you shall have it, and more.”

Within minutes of waking the following morning, Amy was horny. This was to be a very big day in this young girl’s life and she was more excited than she had ever been. The day dragged on and she barely managed to keep from seeking orgasm with her hands. She wanted to avoid doing that so she would be maximally turned on and courageous in what she would do in front of those other girls. She wanted to be nasty and she wanted them to see her being nasty.

Finally, it was time, and as Amy approached the basketball court, she saw two black girls leaning against the fence. She, too, leaned against the fence about twenty feet away. When Thomas came off the court he came to the two girls first and stopped to talk while waving to Amy to join them. As Amy joined them, she noticed both girls were scowling a bit. She did not feel welcome. Thomas introduced Greta and Janine to Amy and they both warily shook hands. Greta was a very petite girl, perhaps five feet tall, of light chocolate complexion, and quite pretty. Janine was a few inches taller, a bit chubby, and very dark brown with a baby doll face.

Janine said to Thomas, “I suppose white girl is going to replace us as your sluts?”

Sensing possible trouble, Amy spoke up quickly. “I’m n-not replacing anybody. I just w-want to j-join you all, if you d-don’t mind. T-thomas says we all l-like the s-same things.”

“So,” Janine said, “are you telling us you’re a slut, too? He likes to call us sluts, you know.”

“I know. And maybe I am. I know I like sex a lot.” Amy laughed, and both of the black girls smiled at that.

When they got to Thomas’, he laid out his clothes and headed for the shower. The black girls started taking off their clothes. Amy was shocked. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Stripping,” said Janine. “What does it look like?” Amy just stood watching them. “Doesn’t Thomas like to see you naked?” asked Greta.

“I -ddon’t know. I’ve n-never b-been naked with him b-before.”

“You can take our word for it,” Janine said, “Thomas likes his sluts naked. If you wanna please him, you better strip, and quick.”

Amy shrugged and started quickly pulling off her clothes. She was beginning to get butterflies in her stomach. And, she decided, she was going to prove to these girls that she could be just as slutty as them. Once she was naked, she began to fidget and watch the other girls excitedly.

Just then, Thomas walked back into the room naked and broke out in a broad smile when he noticed Amy was naked just like the other girls. “Well, isn’t this a pretty sight?” He looked around and then sat at the lower corner of the bed. He wiped his feet on the towel as Greta and Janine got on their knees to each side of him. He waved to Amy. “Amy, why don’t you get right between them, sweetheart.”

Amy giggled excitedly as she dropped to her knees between his legs. Then Thomas said, “Since you’re in the middle, Amy, why don’t you hold my cock and share it with the other girls. You can suck it a little first.”

Amy didn’t hesitate. She licked the crown a little then sucked it into her mouth. Then she bobbed her head up and down as she sucked hard on every back stroke. “Easy, Amy, leave some for the other girls.” Amy took the cock out of her mouth and laughed nervously. Then she looked at Greta and pointed the cock at her. As Greta began to suck, Amy thought this was the most exciting thing she had ever done. It was so very decadent, sharing a beautiful black cock with two other girls. She was so happy to be one of Thomas’ sluts. She turned the word over and over in her mind. ‘I’m a slut. We’re all sluts. I’m going to be his best slut.’ Strange, she thought, slut was a bad word where she came from, but now she loved being a slut. It was so very, very sexy. And it felt good to belong to this cadre of sluts.

For the next few minutes, Amy passed the cock amongst the three of them, hanging on the edge of orgasm as she thought about sharing spit and pre-cum amongst these new friends. Then Thomas said, “Okay girls, who wants the first load of cum?” All three shouted, “Me!” and laughed.

“Well, I think it would be fitting and proper to cum in the new girl first, to make her feel welcome.” Amy laughed as she took the cock into her mouth and proceeded to use everything he had taught her about how to make him cum. It was only about a minute before she felt the first spurts. She angled her head so it would not go down her throat. She sucked hard until she was sure she had it all. Then she opened her mouth wide to show it on her tongue and then started to gargle as she turned her head slowly back and forth so Thomas and both of the other girls got a good look. She ended the performance with a few exaggerated swallows, making the cum disappear.