"STOP IT, YOU PRICK! NOT IN MY ASS! PLEASE, PLEASE!"

Like the little cock-teaser really thought that screaming would stop him from popping her ass cherry.

Perhaps it would be better to go back to the beginning. Let's first identify the actors in this little drama. There are for the most part four of them that count. Well, maybe five, but that'll have to wait. Ladies first:

There's Sara. She's fifteen and pretty. Of course she is; who would possibly write a fuck story about an ugly girl? Sara's tits are a healthy 36B and she has a nice tight ass. She has long brown hair and lives with her parents in Queens, which is one of the boroughs of New York City that has some of the nicer homes.

Her best friend is Tammy, her next door neighbor for her entire life. Tammy is also fifteen and a head turner, but her hair is blonde, also long. She's a 36C. Both girls have that natural curiosity about sex that all girls have, but Sara is willing to go a little farther than Tammy, quicker to experiment. Yet both are still virgins as this story begins. Alas, that condition will change before we're finished.

Sara's parents have a summer slash weekend home in the Catskills. For those of you not familiar with the name, it's a mountain range — small mountains, not like out West — sitting in the southeast corner of New York, near where that state meets the northeast corner of Pennsylvania. It's a rural area, not heavily populated, but it's within easy driving time from the big city.

This 'easy driving time' was what prompted many men in the city to send their wives and children to the Catskills and then drive up there for a weekend on family bonding and connubial bliss (that means fucking their wives.) At the same time, it allowed them to play around during the week with various secretaries, neighbors, dental hygienists, gold-digger models and other females, married or single, willing to share the soft and wet important parts of their bodies. Sara's mother suspected this was happening, and even confided in Sara, but without evidence, nothing was done. This suspicion, however, may have been what caused Sara to be more venturesome in her dealings with boys, though still retaining her virginal membrane.

If you're familiar with the New York City area, you might wonder why the Queens residents vacation all the way in the Catskills instead of on nearby Long Island, but then you'll remember that Long Island is too crowded and has virtually none of the geographic factors that fit in this story, like dirt roads, hick towns (though it does have a city called Hicksville) and mountains.

The homes are not fancy, but Sara's parents' place is winterized. Lots of the places around there are cabins, maybe with heat but not insulated. Most of them have indoor plumbing, which turns out to be a break for our story.

First on the male side we have Tony. Aged twenty-six and of course devilishly handsome, he stood just a blonde cunt hair above five-eight. Alongside him we have Dave, same description, except that Dave is a cunt hair under five-eight, unless the combs his hair a certain way, and then he's taller.

In this case it's Tony, by virtue of inheritance, who owns the cabin in the Catskills, about two and a half miles from Sara's parents but on the other side of town. 'Town' there was short for 'hick town', with about three blocks of stores, two gas stations, a firehouse and police station combination, and a handful of restaurants. The main drag was blacktop, but that quickly turned to dirt road once you left 'downtown.'

These guys have been best friends since college, where they were roommates and spent their free time fucking the same bunch of girls. They hadn't seen each other for years until they ran into one another at a Mets-Yankees game. Dave made his living as a psychologist. Tony as the time was unemployed, so they were able to schedule two weeks in the summer to hang out at Tony's cabin. Tony had been a probationary police officer but an abuse complaint by a former girl friend had caused him to be fired without the privilege of a hearing. Both have wives, but the ladies had no objection to the two of them going off into the mountains without them.

Tammy and Sara had plenty of dates, mostly double dates but sometimes on their own. They both let the boys do a good bit of fumbling, if you know what I mean, but for the most part they send the boys home needing to jerk off. Some of those boys even told the girls the next day that they'd had to do that, as if it somehow would turn the girls on, but neither of them gave a shit. It actually lowered the boys' chances for another date.

The year in question, Sara had invited Tammy to spend two weeks with her at the Catskills home. I'd tell you that it was to be the same two weeks as Tony and Dave, but you already guessed that, didn't you?

For the men, the two weeks gave them plenty of time to drink beer, reminisce about girls fucked and lost, and to go target shooting — the place was way, way away from any other houses. For the girls, it was a time to get wet, in the lake above town or at various pool parties, and tanned. Toward that last, their bathing suits were quite skimpy.

The guys spent the second day there deep in an old excavation, lining up empty beer bottles and using them for target practice. Actually, they spent more of the time emptying the bottles than shooting at them, for if all you do is use up bullets, it can be mighty expensive, a lot more expensive than beer. Even good beer. That night they were stretched out in front of the television set, watching a baseball game. With so much time between pitches, baseball is a good source of white noise while guys bullshit.

After a commercial featuring a good looking woman, Tony said, "Hey, Dave, who did she remind you of?"

Dave tried to replay the commercial in his mind. "Oh, yeah, you mean Bonnie? The one who sucked like a vacuum cleaner?"

"Yeah, that's who I meant. But she never blew me. To me, she was the tightest ass that I ever fucked."

"Oh, I remember that. I tried for sloppy seconds in her asshole but I didn't wait long enough after the blowjob. I felt like a fucking failure."

"Remember her cousin Nora?" asked Tony.

"Oh shit, yeah. That little fucking tease would have had us jerking each other off if it wasn't for the roofies. That's when I fucked her ass while you did her cunt. Man, that was some creepy sensation, feeling your cock against mine through that membrane. I dumped the biggest load of cum ever up that ass."

"Yeah, she was fun that night, even if she didn't remember it the next day," said Tony.

"You know what I'd like?" asked Dave, rhetorically. "I'd like some young cunt, high school kid, cherry. That would be a fine time."

They sat quietly, dreamily for a while, their cocks remembering past conquests. Then Tony broke the silence.

"How long has it been, Dave?"

"You mean since..."

"Yeah."

"I guess it was the night before graduation."

"Have you ever..."

"Since then? No."

"You feel up to it?" Tony asked.

"Do you have any..."

"KY? Sure. I keep some here for when I bring my wife."

"She lets you do her ass?"

"It took a little convincing but once I showed her who was boss, she doesn't fight it anymore."

Dave stood up and walked into Tony's dark bedroom, Tony right behind him. Once they were naked, Dave got onto the bed, onto his knees, face resting on the pillow. Tony's fingers were gentle as he lubricated his friend's waiting passage, his finger exploring the depths.

"Do you remember the Carter twins, Tony?"

How could he forget? How could either of them forget? For that matter, how could either of the twins forget, though they didn't know who had done it? The first time that Dave and Tony had fucked each other, they had been college sophomores. Drunk as skunks and horny as rabbits, they had hit on two of the most beautiful girls on campus, Sally and Sandy Carter. Totally striking out, they had dragged their asses back to the dorm and fallen asleep on the same couch.

Waking at four in the morning with a hard on, Dave had felt Tony's ass next to him, clad by then only in under shorts. He began to caress the soft mounds. Tony, still drunk, had enjoyed the soft fingers. Within the next half hour, two assholes were no longer virginal. Since neither had even thought about lubrication, however, it was a night that they chose to try to forget. They felt no shame though, and wound up buggering each other once every week or two, using KY of course.

After about a month, the got even for the rejection by sneaking up on Sandy Carter one night in a dark section of the campus. Throwing a burlap bag over her head and maintaining silence, they dragged her to a dark alcove. Each one raped her twice, pussy and ass, before leaving her sobbing on the ground. Back at their dorm room, they spoke only about getting Sandy's sister one night and doing the same to her, but they ultimately chickened out.

Those memories came back in Tony's cabin as he pressed the tip of his cock against Dave's puckered rear opening. Never originally built for the uses put to it on Greek boys, and not having been used for those purposes since college graduation, Dave's anal opening was uncomfortably put to the test once again. His sphincter gradually gave access, falling to the insistent pressure of Tony's cock. He grit his teeth to keep from making noise as the circumcised weapon sank deeper and deeper until the invader's balls rested lightly against his own.

Tony's paused, giving his old college roommate a chance to become accustomed to the foreign object up his rectum. It was a courtesy which he never gave to any girl or woman, not even to his own wife. Adding more lubricant to his turgid penis when he pulled back, he thrust once, then again, and soon rapidly into Dave's tight substitute for a cunt. Dave recalled again the pain of that first drunken time, willing his pal to cum quickly. And with his hand reaching underneath to twist Tony's balls, he complied with a full load of his sticky white sauce.

He pulled out of Dave's ass. Again he performed a courtesy that he would never do for any female, bending down and licking the area, cleaning up the cum oozing back out from his friend's nether opening. Then he flopped over onto his back.

Dave moved over and straddled Tony's face. A hand reached up to caress Dave's cock; two lips kissed the blood filled purple crown and a tongue flicked out to take the first droplet of pre-cum. A wet mouth surrounded his shaft. Dave closed his eyes, comparing as he did each and every time the current blowjob with each and every prior instance when he had been fellated. And as with every other time, the current pleasure always far exceeded those that he felt only in the back of his mind.

His orgasm sounded with a grunt and the usual throbbing and spurting that transferred his sperm to some waiting orifice. Unlike Tony, however, who reserved special treatment for Dave, when Dave bent to kiss his cock-sucker and redeem some of his cum, it was something he did after every blowjob, whether by Tony or by some female.

They fell asleep in front of the set, fully sated, balls empty, holding equally empty beer bottles, never knowing who won the ball game, each wondering only about young cunt.

The following morning, the young cunts known as Tammy and Sara set out from Sara's house to her friend Tiffany's place for a pool party. Tiff's family lived there year round, her old man being a banker. The house was on Tony's side of town. It was a big place with a big pool, as befits the town banker. They walked on the dirt until the blacktopped main drag, and then more dirt to Tiffany's place. With her mother out working, Tiffany had invited every fourteen and fifteen year old kid within a hundred miles, or so it seemed. Tiff knew that as long as she kept drugs out of the house, her parents had no objection to beer. Don't be shocked; none of those kids had driver's licenses, and the driveway was empty.

Anyway, a good time there was had by all. Which means in English that without her mother for a chaperone, Tiffany had stocked the pool area with cold beer. Her older brother had been the straw man to go into the store and buy the stuff, with his sister's money, but then he took off to spend the day between the legs of his own girlfriend.

Tammy and Sara spent the early part of the afternoon jumping in the pool to cool off, lying in the sun to warm up, and then having some beer to cool off again. They saw each other off and on but they each went their own way through the afternoon.

Ah, poor naïve Tammy, who thought that Sara was somewhere in the pool or lying around that huge lawn. It like never occurred to her that the more daring Sara had been in this area for years and that she knew a lot of the kids at the party from prior years. For much of the time that Tammy didn't see her, Sara was hanging out with Lenny, a friend from the past.

Lenny Stone was a hunk. All the girls who knew him had the hots for him. Sara hadn't seen him since the previous summer and he had gotten even better looking. Tall, about five-ten, athletic, he was from some place in New Jersey. And what gorgeous bedroom eyes!

Sara had dated him a couple of times, movies and such. And yes, they had made out a bit, kissing and such, and she had let him feel her tits some. Oh yeah, he'd had his hands under her bra, making her nipples kind of hard, but that was it. That afternoon, after a few beers each, the two of them went up to Tiffany's room. Their hostess was aware of it, whispering to Sara only that she should be sure not to leave any stains that Tiff would have to explain to her mother.

The two youngsters were lying on Tiff's bed. Neither of them had fully dried off from their last dip in the pool. Without much difficulty, Lenny had coaxed Sara's bra top off of her and he was feasting on her nipples in turn, his hands massaging the unsucked tit. Sara's hand was rubbing his ass through the damp bathing suit. Figuring that he had waited long enough, Lenny put his hand on Sara's crotch and began to caress it. At the same time, he took her hand from his ass and placed it on the hard bump in the front of his suit. Voluntarily, she rolled on top of him and began to kiss him hard, forcing her tongue into his (receptive) mouth.

"Put your hand inside my bathing suit, Sara. Take it out," Lenny whispered.

She understood that 'it' meant his cock. She had never touched one, never even seen one except in an occasional magazine. But she was ready. Age, hormones, beer, curiosity, adventure; all these contributed to the afternoon. She went in from the waist, sliding her hand downward. She felt his silky skin, smooth to the touch but hard, oh so hard to the squeeze of her fingers. His cock rose to meet her hand. Inside the newly created gap, she felt his crinkly balls. She ignored them, not giving any thought to the indirect impact that they would have by generating his sperm.

Lenny reached down and lifted his waistband, pulling it down to expose his member to the daylight pouring through the window. Sara studied this brand new vision, the angry red crown, the veiny five inch shaft that she had heard so much about, read so much about and yes, daydreamed of almost every day. So this is what a real one looks like, she thought to herself. How would it ever fit inside my slit, she wondered.

She stroked it instinctively, difficult as it was with her lying atop him. Lenny squeezed a hand between them, sliding it into the panties of her bikini bathing suit. Her cunt was soaking wet, her clit anxious for the next step. She felt his fingers exploring her, even more gently than when she touched herself, harder and ever harder to bring herself to her nightly orgasm.

Sara pressed forward, the weight of her stomach pushing down on her hand. She slid up and down on his body, her own taking over from her hand, masturbating Lenny, dry-humping him if you will, while his fingers brought her closer and closer and closer and...

Lenny moaned and Sara felt his warm cream explode from the hard fleshy tube between them, onto his stomach and onto hers. His fingers remained in her wetness but were no longer moving. Sara had experienced what all girls experience, though she didn't know it then, the fact that an orgasm totally destroys a man's sex drive, destroys any interest he has in satisfying a woman, until his balls generate a new load of cum.

"Shit!" she yelled. "You didn't make me cum and Tiffany will kill us if we stain this bed." She was looking down at the cum pooled on Lenny's body, marveling how such a small amount of thick fluid could drive the world.

Ignoring the first part of her statement, Lenny said, "If you lick my stomach dry, we won't leave any tracks on the bed."

"Yick!" Sara said.

"No yick! It tastes good," he answered.

"How do you know?" she asked quickly, watching his face turn beet red. "Will you clean the stuff off my stomach too?"

After he agreed, she bent to the task. There wasn't much cum to worry about; it had been shared by two bodies and was squished pretty thin. What was most remarkable about the taste of his fluid was that there really was no taste at all. She felt the sperm on her tongue as one would feel a drop of water; a sensation of touch but none of taste. So this is what all those girls talk about, she said to herself. To Sara the taste of the sexual essence of the male was a non-event. As a result, she was surprised to notice Lenny's reluctance as his tongue carried out his end of the bargain.

It was getting late in the afternoon when they went back downstairs, neatly garbed and with the bedspread neat. Sara found Tiffany and kissed her cheek in thanks.

"Thank you, Tiff. We left no traces." Then she went to find Tammy and leave for home.

"Where the hell have you been, Sara? I've been looking all over for you," Tammy said as they walked along the dirt road.

Sara giggled like the fifteen year old that she was. "I was up in Tiffany's room with Lenny."

"Doing what?"

"What do you think we were doing?" teased Sara.

"Tell me! Tell me!" Tammy begged.

So Sara told her, bragging, in glorious sexual detail. Then she complained, "But that bastard Lenny didn't make me cum. I'm gonna have to take care of that myself back at the house."

Tammy took Sara's hand. Staring straight down the road, she whispered tentatively, "Unless I help you out."

They turned to face each other. Neither said a word. It had been bound to happen. Two normal teenaged girls, both attractive, best friends from forever, loads of sleepovers. They knew each other's bodies down to the bare skin, had admired each other's assets, had even joked about it. They had touched each other's breasts when sharing a bed, when swapping clothing, even when complimenting each other. They had double-dated with guys trying to paw their bodies, and they had allowed it. Somewhat, anyway. They were girls; girls have to try each other, it's in their DNA. All it ever takes is one girl getting up the nerve to suggest it to another. As in having had too many beers in bodies not very experienced in drinking beer.

They kissed, standing right there in the swale of the dirt road. The kiss was the kiss of lovers, not that of best friends. Tongues dueled, hands roamed. So wrapped up with each other were they that they never heard the Benz convertible purr to a stop behind them.

Tony and Dave had spent part of the afternoon at the lake, swimming, rowing, drinking beer and sun-bathing. And keeping their eyes out for willing cunt. All they saw were couples, crowds of college students, old biddies and some attractive enough women who unfortunately were too busy paying attention to their little children. Alas, the two temporary bachelors didn't know that most of the teens in the area were at Tiffany's pool. And even worse, the beer in Tony's cabin had run out.

"Let's hit the market, Dave. There's no action here and we need more suds."

So they hopped into the car and went to town, investing in four cold six-packs; imported stuff of course. On the way back, Dave drank while his beer-soaked designated driver drove. Tony slowed as he saw the two teen-agers up ahead on the deserted road, obviously swapping spit. There was plenty of room to safely go around them but in his mind, two girls acting like carpet munchers might also be interested in hard cock.

The car idled as the men watched. The low hum of the engine finally caught the girls' attention and they broke the kiss quickly. Red faces turned toward the car.

"Seen enough?" the brunette snarled.

Dave raised his open beer bottle in salute. "Sorry, ladies, but when we see two lovely women not afraid to show their affection toward each other, we stop and look." Raising the bottle again, he said, "Can we offer you a beer?"

And damned if the brunette didn't nod her head and begin to walk toward the car, her blonde friend in tow. They made their introductions and then the girls vaulted lithely over the doors into the back seat, the beer cases between them. Tony pulled the car to the side and cut the engine. Three fresh beers were popped and four bottles clinked a toast to new friends. Dave and Tony each sat with their backs against a door, their heads sideways to see the girls. They chatted, the men learning that the girls were just fifteen. Two cocks, already hard, stiffened more at that news. After a second round, Tony decided that it was time to make the move.

"It's hot out here. Why don't we go back to my place where we have air conditioning and a refrigerator to keep this beer cold."

"Great," said Tammy. "I've had so much beer that I'll explode if I don't pee some away."

"But no messing around, OK?" added Sara.

"No messing around," Dave concurred. For in his own mind, they weren't messing around at all; they fully intended to fuck both girls blind before the day was over.

At the cabin, they found a radio station with good dancing music and they took advantage of it. They also did some laughing and drank too much beer. During one of the dances, Tony slid his hand down onto Sara's ass. Because of the beer, she left it there a second too long before lifting it off and repeating, "No messing around."

During a commercial, they sat, Dave and Tammy on one couch and Tony and Sara on another one. "So what do you guys do up here besides swimming and fishing?" Sara asked Tony.

"Oh," he said, "we also do some target practice?"

"With a gun?" she asked like the teenager she was, using the universal thumb and forefinger sign. He nodded.

"Can we see it?"

Tony went into his bedroom and opened the closet door. Reaching up, he took a locked box from the shelf and opened it. Though a failure as a cop, he had learned well the lessons at the Police Academy concerning firearm safety, at home and on the job. He had emptied the gun before locking it away, yet he checked and double checked again to be sure that it was unloaded. He brought it out and showed it to the girls. All that they knew about guns had been from watching television.

"What's that?" asked Sara, pointing.

"That's the safety," he said. "It's a lock to make sure that the gun doesn't discharge accidentally."

"Can I hold it?" she asked.

"I'm afraid not," said Tony, speaking very slowly, "but I've got another weapon that I'd like you to hold."

As he said that, he took Sara's hand and led it to his crotch. With that, she jumped up, still staring at the gun, and yelled out, "We said no messing around. Let's go, Tammy."

Slowly, deliberately, Tony slid the safety off the unloaded gun and pointed it at Sara. "You two are not going anyplace quite so fast."

Dave and Tammy looked up at them, each with his slash her own thoughts. Tammy saw the gun and was terrified. Like most people, when you see a gun pointed at themselves or at other people, they don't bother trying to figure out if it's loaded or not, they just assume that it is. Dave on the other hand was surprised at Tony's action but realized with a smile that there would be no need for him to jerk off that night. Tammy began to cry, while Sara spat at Tony. He reached out and slapped her with his bare hand, knocking her to the floor.

The die was cast. Everyone knew what would happen. Two girls would be fucked in that cabin. Only they knew that it would cost them their cherries, their virginity, their maidenhood and their maidenheads. And they weren't ready. Tammy started to stand up but Dave held her tightly by the arm. Tony spoke angrily.

"You take the blonde, Dave. This cunt," pointing down at the floor with the gun, "is mine! OK, you bitches, get naked."

"Wait, Tony," said Dave, "let's try this. Sara, you stand up before I pick you up by the fucking hair. Tammy, you take off that fucking cover-up that she's wearing."

Sara slowly, reluctantly rose to her feet. Tammy went to her and kissed her.

"Cut out that lezzie shit," snapped Tony. "We'll tell you when we want a show. Now just do what he said."

Tammy reached down, grabbed the garment by the hem and pulled it over Sara's head, tossing it onto a chair. Sara wore a bikini bathing suit, as did Tammy, but Sara's was even skimpier. Her breasts oozed out of the top and side. She was as hot as any fifteen year old that Tony or Dave had ever seen, hotter even than the young stuff that they had fucked as college freshmen.

"Now the top," ordered Dave.

Tammy had a problem. If Sara had been telling the truth earlier, Lenny Stone had been the only boy ever to see her bare tits, and that had been voluntary. On the other hand, this Tony guy had a gun and seemed crazy enough to use it. She stepped behind Sara and carefully pulled one end of the bow holding the bra on Sara's body. Then she flicked the straps on her shoulders and the top fell to the ground.

The teen stood bare-breasted. Her tits, unaware of the tension in the scene, protruded proudly, unable to hold a pencil. Her nipples stuck out at attention, though from fear, not passion. She knew how her tits looked in a mirror and how proud she was when boys — and some men — ogled her figure. But standing there she felt no pride, only loathing, disgust.

"Now you," said Dave to Sara, "do the same for her." Sara hesitated.

"Damn you, cunt, strip the blonde," snarled Tony.

"Fuck you, prick. You're gonna rape us and you don't even know our names."

Instead of hitting her, his first reaction, Tony took her arm and twisted it up, hard, behind her back. "OK, S ... aaaaaaa ... ra, do you want to do it with one arm broken?"

She shook her head and Tony released her arm. As she pulled the cover-up off of Tammy, Sara studied her friend's body. Sara realized that if that Benz convertible had not come along, she would be eating Tammy's pussy at that very moment. But there was no pleasure in her fantasy as she contemplated the fact that she would soon have Tony's cock violating her virginal loins. Without hesitation, she undid Tammy's bra, exposing one letter size more than her own. Sara looked at her friend's nipples and closed her eyes for fear of letting on how much she wanted to nurse on them.

"Now the bottoms, girls," Dave said, pausing before adding, "with your teeth."

They looked at each other and then at Dave, who was already pulling down his zipper. Sara opened her mouth but before she spoke, she looked at Tony's shit-eating grin and decided to remain silent.

Tammy just kept on crying. A cough from Dave reminded her to begin, but her task was easy. Bending her head to Sara's waist, she put her teeth onto the bow holding up Sara's bottoms. With a quick jerk of her head, the flowered triangle fell off, one corner remaining in her teeth.

Sara had a more difficult job, for Tammy's bottoms were more traditional. She knelt to Tammy's side and took the waist band into her mouth. It pulled down barely an inch. She used her hands to pivot her friend around and brought her other side down two inches. Turning Tammy's ass towards her face, Sara bit the waist and pulled it about half way down, exposing part of her crack. She looked like a plumber with her pants at half mast, only with much more enticing curves. Twisting her again, Sara's teeth exposed the top of Tammy's blonde bush. The carpet matched the drapes. With her back to both captors, Sara inhaled softly, enjoying the sweet aroma of cunt. Moments later, her task was completed as Tammy stood naked, her bottoms on the floor.