Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2023 04:44:22 +0000 From: What's the deal with airline food? Subject: Only Girl At The Club Chapter 3 Author's note: after a long wait, I finally had the time to bring you the long-awaited third installment of this series that seems to have captured quite a few of you. I'll admit, I didn't expect to get any kind of reception, let alone the very kind words I'm still getting about parts 1 and 2. And that's enough noise from me -- let's get on with it, shall we? Tags: bg, Mg, MMg, spitroast, gloryhole, creampie The text cursor blinked threateningly, throbbing on and off against a blank page. Sam scowled at it, willing it to manifest something useful. But it stayed stubbornly silent, leaving her in the exact same place she'd been for the last hour: with a book report due at the end of the weekend on a stuffy old title she'd been pretending to read. And it was supposed to be five hundred words, too. What an unfathomable amount to write! Even if she had read the book it would be hard to come up with that much to say about it. A knock at the door jerked her out of her thoughts. "Coming," she called, standing up and walking to the door, dragging her feet the whole while. She jerked it open without checking the peephole, and sighed when she saw Adrian standing in front of her. "Sorry Adrian," she said, turning around. "Not today. I've got homework to finish." Adrian ignored the unspoken request to leave and stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Still that book report? I hammered it out in two days. Why's it taking so long?" Sam gaped. "Two days? How? I remember you bragged about not reading it!" "Colesnotes," Adrian replied, shrugging. "Well," Sam snorted, "Cole was in your class, and I never met him. I don't think he'd even have his notes any more. She frowned as Adrian burst into laughter. "What?" she asked. Her eyebrows furrowed as Adrian laughed even harder. "What??" --- "I'm an idiot," Sam groaned several minutes later, staring at the website Adrian had brought up on her laptop. Adrian idly twirled one of Sam's pens. "My older brother swears by it. Carried him right through high school." Sam quickly scanned the summary page. "Huh," she said quietly. "Wouldn't have seen that one coming." She blinked. "Wait, that's it! I can write the report on the twist!" "I did the same thing," Adrian said proudly. "Got me a solid B." Sam slammed the laptop shut. "All right, I can figure this out tomorrow." She stood and flopped down on her bed, and giggled when Adrian's weight thumped down next to hers, bouncing her against the wall. "Down, boy," she said, playfully swatting his shoulder. "Don't think we should be sharing a bed yet." Adrian sat up and crossed his legs. "Actually... I wanted to talk about that. You know, a few days ago." "What about it?" Sam asked, matching his pose. "Having regrets now?" "No, no regrets," Adrian said quickly. "But... I've been thinking about it, y'know? About how much I enjoyed it." He swallowed. "I enjoyed it a bit too much." Sam rolled her eyes. The boy had let three men fuck him back to back and was still unsure about his sexuality. "Listen, I don't know if I'm the one to talk to about this-" "Sam, you're literally the only person I can talk to about this," Adrian cut in. "What, am I just supposed to go to the school counselor and say `hey, I had sex with like three men and it's making me question some things.' I'd be talking to the cops the same day." "Fair point," Sam admitted. "Look," Adrian said. "I was... experimenting. Socratic method, or whatever it is. But if they hadn't stopped..." He took a breath. "There were a dozen guys in that room at one point. There was a moment when I would have let them all use me. And that's what I keep thinking about. What does that say about me?" Sam gestured aimlessly at nothing, trying to conjure an answer. "... I don't know," she finally conceded. "Maybe you have a thing for that? They didn't exactly cover this in sex ed." "I'm really good at putting a condom on a banana at least," Adrian grumbled. Sam sat up, having suddenly had an idea. "Tell you what," she said. "You said you were experimenting. Any good experiment needs data. If you're confused, you clearly need more." "I'm not sure I want to go back there today-" "No, I think you got plenty of data there," Sam cut in. "You need different data. And you can get it right here." Adrian stared flatly at her before understanding bloomed on his face. "Oh! Oh. Uh..." he blushed and looked away. "I, uh... yeah? I guess? I could do it... with you? That's what you're saying, right?" Sam moved forward onto her hands and knees and crawled across the bed to him. "Take your clothes off," she said into his ear. Adrian's hands started to move, and then he hesistated. "Oh for the-" Sam reached down and whipped her top off, exposing her upper body to his dumbstruck gaze. "Yes, I'm serious. Get naked." Adrian froze for another agonizing moment, then started yanking his clothes off. Sam slid her shorts down over her legs and sat naked in front of him, fighting the urge to giggle as he fought with his jeans. In truth, this was convenient for her. Sam had been worked up all day, and had been planning on making a trip across the street to the bathhouse as soon as she'd made some progress on her report. If she could scratch that itch and help Adrian figure some things out at the same time, all the better. Finally a naked boy joined her on the bed. "So, uh... how does this work?" Adrian asked after a moment. Sam paused, genuinely without an answer. "Uh..." She glanced down their bodies, to where Adrian's four-incher was already throbbing urgently. At least that part was easy. "Maybe if I get on top?" She threw a leg over his and straddled his crotch, both of them gasping as their organs made contact. Sam looked down at where the head of his cock was protruding past her pussy lips and wiggled her hips back and forth, amusing herself by popping it in and out of view. "How's this feel?" she asked, grinding her twelve year old pussy against Adrian's thirteen year old cock. "Pretty good," Adrian replied in a strangled voice. "How does it, uh... go in?" "Patience," Sam said, grinding a bit more. "I need to be wet first." Adrian's eyes flicked down to their union and then back up. "I can... help with that." He licked his lips. "I mean... you went down on me, then. May as well return the favor." "How chivalric," Sam commented, shuffling herself up his body until her pussy was right in his face. "Don't think I don't know this is just so you can get in me fast-ah!" She was cut off when Adrian fastened his hands on her hips and dragged her crotch forward, burying his tongue in her folds with only a little hesitation. What he lacked in skill he made up for in enthusiasm, triggering a growing warmth that spread up through her core. But he was falling short. He missed her clit more often than not, hitting it only what felt like by accident, and was licking aimlessly without doing anything to loosen her up. It felt good, but Sam couldn't help but compare it to the man at the hole, whose tongue had intently speared into her. Adrian briefly detached himself from her pussy. "Am I doing okay?" he asked breathlessly. "You're doing fine," Sam replied, not having the heart to tell him otherwise. Adrian smiled. "You taste good." He looked down at her saliva-slick folds, and then back up to her. "Are you... do you think that was enough?" Sam rolled her eyes. "Looks like it'll have to be. Here goes." She scooted back until she felt Adrian's cock nudge against her ass. With a bit of repositioning, she brought herself back into the same position as before, except this time his head was rubbing directly over her folds. "Mmm," she purred, enjoying the feeling of his cock parting her lips, before pressing back against it, moving to take his final bit of virginity. Adrian's penis pressed into her, then slipped off to the side. Sam frowned and tried again, only to be stymied again. "Uh..." "Maybe you need to hold it?" Adrian suggested. "I didn't think it had to be that precise," Sam admitted, wiggling her ass around a bit and feeling his cock skate off the target again. Finally she sighed and reached back to grab Adrian's length, and impatiently pressed it into her pussy. At first nothing happened, and then she shifted slightly, the boy's cock slid a bit to the side, and she felt the tip of it slide inside her. "There we go," Sam said, shifting her hips back and instinctively arching her back and the remaining three inches of Adrian's length -- the second cock she'd let near her pussy in her life -- entered her. "Huh," Adrian said thoughtfully, an odd reaction to feeling his virginity being taken. "What?" Sam asked, shifting her hips on top of his. "Nothing," Adrian replied, a little too quickly, and Sam could tell that something about it was disappointing. She didn't give voice to it, but he wasn't alone. Again, she couldn't help but compare Adrian's adolescent shaft to the adult cock that had penetrated her a week before. Experimentally, Sam rose and lowered herself again, feeling Adrian's cock slide back and forth inside her. Both of them groaned at the movement, and Sam repeated it, and then again. After a bit of adjusting they'd found a rhythm, with Adrian even thrusting back to meet her. There was a problem though -- Sam's legs were getting tired. "Hang on," she said. "Let's try something. I'll lay back, and you get on top of me. But stay inside me while we're moving." Of course, their inexpert movements resulted in Adrian's cock slipping out immediately. After an appropriate amount of giggles and blame-slinging, they got back in position, and Adrian's cock was soon prodding at Sam's pussy with more confidence. This time, they both knew where it was supposed to go, and soon Adrian's pants filled Sam's ear as he thrust into her with increasing tempo. For the first couple minutes, Sam held onto the boy's shoulders and enjoyed the feeling of being stretched around a cock again. Sure, it was a downgrade from an adult cock, but it was better than nothing. But after another minute, Sam started sensing a frustration to Adrian's movements. She let it sit for a moment, but after another few thrusts it didn't seem like the boy would be finishing any time soon. "What's wrong?" she asked quietly. "Nothing," Adrian said, too quickly again. "I just..." His face tightened with embarrassment. "I'm having a little trouble... getting there, is all." "It's not a race," Sam said, reaching down to toy with where their bodies joined. She absently ran a couple fingers over her pussy lips, and over the penis spreading them wide. "And you don't have to finish, you know." "But I want to," Adrian said, thrusting into her again. "Maybe... we can get some help?" Sam asked, running her hand up and over his hip. Adrian snorted. "What kind of help?" "Someone else to help us out," Sam continued, sliding her hand over Adrian's hip onto the curve of his ass. "Someone experienced, who knows what he's doing." She heard Adrian's voice catch slightly at "he." She continued, letting her other hand join her first on the boy's round globes and feeling him start to thrust into her again. "Someone who could guide you from behind, show you how to properly do me." Her hands started drifting closer to his center and she felt his cock flex inside her. Adrian was panting now, and Sam put her mouth right by his ear for the killing blow. "Maybe he could fuck you like how he wants you to fuck me." And she pressed her middle finger right onto the center of his hole. Adrian groaned, and Sam smiled as she felt his cock rhythmically pulse inside her. `Bingo,' she thought as his teenage cum filled her pussy. He rode it out for a few more moments, shuddering, before lowering himself onto her, breathing heavily. They stayed that way for a moment, letting Sam enjoy the feeling of his heartbeat against her chest. But then Adrian sat up, withdrawing his penis from between her legs and started getting dressed wordlessly. Sam sat up, watching him in confusion as she felt his cum start to seep out from her slit. "Is everything okay?" Adrian popped his head through his shirt. "Not really. I think..." he swallowed. "Nah. Not now. I need to..." He sighed and lowered his head. "It's not your fault. I'm just a bit of a mess right now." "You'll talk to me about it later, right?" Sam asked as he left the room. "When you're ready." "Yeah," Adrian said, his voice catching. "I... see you later, Sam." Sam watched him go. `Poor guy,' she thought. `Guess I wasn't exactly subtle there.' Still naked, she walked over to her window, watching passerby on the street below, half-hoping someone in the opposite building would see her. As she did so, she let a hand trail down to once again toy with her immature folds. She'd been a bit worked up before -- now that she'd taken Adrian's remaining first time and hadn't even got to cum in return, she was practically on fire. It barely took a moment of deliberation before she was searching her closet for the smallest, easiest-to-discard sundress she owned. She finally fished it out -- an old, pale yellow number that had fit her much better when she was nine. She quickly pulled it on over her head, not bothering with anything underneath. It would just be on the floor again within a few minutes anyway -- it just needed to barely preserve her decency while she crossed the street. Before stepping out, she took a moment to look in the mirror and make sure she was in fact covered, and her face reddened at the sight. She was covered -- only barely. The dress hadn't been made with breasts, even immature ones, in mind, and the hem came maybe a couple inches down her thighs. Even so much as raising a leg too high would flash her bald slit to anyone looking, and bending over -- as she'd have to do to retrieve the door key -- would cause the skirt to ride up in the back and leave her entirely exposed. The prospect was oddly thrilling. Sam shivered and left the dress on, and made her way out the apartment. The elevator made its agonizing way down the eleven floors to the ground, she waved at the disinterested woman at the security desk, and she was on the street. It was getting into the late afternoon, and the streets were starting to fill as office workers finished for the day. If her last visit was any indication, this combined with it being a weekend would make the bathhouse particularly busy. `Good,' Sam thought, forging along the sidewalk. The walk signal changed just as she got to the intersection, letting walk along with the throng of pedestrians without stopping. After quickly glancing around to make sure she wasn't attracting any attention, Sam ducked into the alley and made her way to the door. Now for the interesting part. Sam glanced down toward the street to make sure nobody was looking, and bent down to reach for the loose brick, feeling the skirt ride up as she did and completely exposing her privates to the alley. The brick came out less easily than usual, forcing Sam to hold the pose for a long moment as she wiggled it out from where it had been wedged last time. She almost had it when she heard a voice behind her say, "Well, that's not something you see every day." Sam jumped, straightened and whirled around, knocking the brick out entirely with the movement, and came face to face with a smiling man in a suit. "Not that it's unwelcome, mind," he said, the skin around his eyes crinkling with silent laughter. He looked a bit older than Sam's dads, with his hair more salt than pepper, but he seemed to be in good shape under the suit. Sam mentally kicked herself. She'd checked the street side of the alley, but not the other end, which of course would be taken as the occasional shortcut. "Sorry," she muttered, moving to hide the exposed hollow in the wall. "I was just exploring, and-" "Exploring in a sundress two sizes too small and wearing underneath, yes. I'll cut you off right there, darling." The man stepped closer. "I'd heard rumors, you know. About a girl who'd been seen once or twice in the Club. Never thought they'd actually be true. How'd you be able to get in, after all?" He nodded at the unmarked door behind her. "There's my answer. Found yourself a spare key, I assume." Sam sagged, defeated. Adrian had meantioned that their "cover" last time had just been everyone humouring them. And now the last bit of it was blown. "Please, sir," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I'll leave." "Why would you do that?" the man said, grinning. "I have no intention of spoiling your fun." He stepped back and continued down the alley. "I'll see you inside, darling." Sam watched him go, suspiciously at first, then with increasing confidence. He `wanted' her to go in. She bent over again, flashing the alley once more and grabbing the key. Well, who was she to disappoint? She unlocked the door and stepped inside, quickly discarding her sundress and moving through the maintenance room naked. Without hesitating, she flung open the door and stepped inside. And very nearly tripped over a man with his face in another's crotch. "Sorry," she whispered, but both of them ignored her, the first man's head bobbing as he eagerly sucked the top's cock. Sam rolled her eyes and went around them, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness as she went. There was no hiding this time -- if there were already rumors, her secret was already out, after all. Let them see her. The first man she encountered stopped dead, hand frozen on the towel around his waist. Sam waved cheerily at him as she went past. The second raised his eyebrows in surprise, giving her a quick once-over, and Sam brushed more skin against his than necessary as she shouldered past. A third ignored her entirely, looking at something on his phone as he passed. Sam had a target in mind: the room with the gloryhole booths. Not because she was concerned about hiding, but because she had the sense to control how many men could get at her at once. That plan fell through when she entered the dark room to find it already pretty busy. She kept her back to a wall as her eyes adjusted to the deeper darkness, and was soon able to discern the shapes of at least ten men, some sitting on a bench, some already engaged in coitus, and others just milling about. She made her way to the wall of booths, shouldering past another couple made of a top and a cocksucker, and felt along the doors to find one that was unoccupied. The first three she tried were closed, but the fourth yawned open. She ducked into it, reaching out to close the door behind her -- Only for her hand to butt up against a man's chest. A man who quickly pushed into the booth behind her. "Allow me," he said as he closed the door. "Darling." Sam recognized the voice. It was the man from outside. "Told you I'd see you inside," he said. He looked up and down her body again. "And see you indeed. You're developing well, young lady." Sam watched him silently as he reached down and slid hidden hatches into place, covering the holes on each side of the booth. "There," he said once it was done. "No distractions." He extended a hand. "I'm James. And you?" "I'm, uh..." Sam spoke up. "I'm not sure I want to. With you. No offense," she said quickly at the hurt look on the man's face. "I just... you're older than my dads, and that's a bit weird." "If you were using the holes, like it looked like you were planning, you could get someone much older," James said, dropping his hand. "And I'm not that old, thank you very much. My hair started graying early." "So how old are you?" Sam asked challengingly. "Thirty-nine," James replied without hesitation. "My dads are thirty six and thirty eight," Sam said. James smiled wryly after a moment. "I forget that you're that young. Yes, I suppose I am older than either of your fathers, if just barely. But I'm not that old." "No, I guess not," Sam sighed. "All right. How do you want me?" "Well first," James said, "I think I'd like to kiss you." Sam blinked in surprise. She'd been expecting to bend over and lean against the wall like one of the videos she'd searched up. Kissing hadn't been on her agenda. "S-sure?" she said. Then James surprised her again by bending down and picking her up. Sam reflexively twined her arms around his neck to stabilize herself, and James responded by shifting his grip so that each of his palms was on one of Sam's ass cheeks. "There," he said. "Much easier at eye level, isn't it?" Sam nodded. "So do I.." James cut her off by moving his head forward and kissing her. "Mm!" Sam said into his mouth in surprise, but quickly relaxed and went with it. Kissing was weird, she decided very quickly, as she struggled to move her mouth against his in a way that mimicked his movements. It was very... wet. And warm. And oddly `heating,' she rapidly discovered as she felt a familiar warmth start spreading from her abdomen. Soon James' tongue started prodding at her lips, and after a moment of indecision she let it in. It quickly tangled with hers, encouraging her to twine with his. Sam was aware in a distant way that their position put her crotch right against his, and it wasn't long before she could feel something urgently pushing at her thigh from underneath James' towel. What she wasn't aware of was James' right hand changing its grip on her ass, inching closer toward her center, and so she stiffened and gasped in surprise as she felt his fingers nimbly dance over her soaked pussy and walk forward to gently tweak her clit. James responded to her gasp with a hungry moan and stepped forward to press her against the wall, fingers strumming over her lips with more intensity. Soon, Sam was panting helplessly into his mouth as he skilfully brought her closer and closer to the edge. After what might have been only moments or a few minutes, James adjusted his grip briefly and dropped his towel to the floor, and pressed her close to his body again so that her lower lips kissed the underside of his shaft. "I think you need to be fucked now," he said quietly, and Sam, past the point of words, could only nod. James kissed her again, and she closed her eyes as his strong arms lifted her up, slowly dragging her pussy over every inch of the cock that would soon be inside her, until it wasn't even touching her any more. "Ready?" he asked, and Sam nodded. He lowered her, and Sam threw her head back and groaned as she felt her lower lips resist, open, and then envelop the head of her second adult cock. James lowered her more and she arched her back as the cock continued sinking into her, the natural curve of it bringing her further away from James' body... Wait. Away? Sam's feet touched the ground, the final couple inches of the cock penetrated her preteen vagina, her ass bumped against the rear wall of the booth, and Sam knew. It wasn't James' cock that had just penetrated her. There was a third hole in the back of the wall, one that James must have stealthily uncovered while she was distracted, and instead of lowering her onto his, James had lowered her onto whatever cock had come through the wall. Sam supposed she should feel angry, betrayed even. But instead she felt... excited? She would have to dissect what this meant later, because James released her and stepped back, his cock wagging in the air as he admired his handiwork. Sam heard a moan of triumph from behind her, and the penis in her pussy started to move, bouncing her slightly off the wall with each thrust. "Perhaps I should have been more clear," James said. "I won't be the one to fuck you yet. You still have to earn that. Now, bend over, take that cock, and suck." Sam started to bend at the waist, but James planted a palm on her head and pushed her down the rest of the way, pushing his shaft into her mouth in the same movement. He sighed as he felt the warmth of her mouth surround him and slowly rocked his hips, letting the man thrusting into her from behind do most of the work. "I knew I'd like you," he said, brushing some of her hair to the side and cupping her cheek. "Any girl who wears a dress like that in public, let alone with nothing under it, is right in my ballpark. But you did that, snuck into a men's sex club, let a complete stranger fuck you with no protest, and now you're eagerly sucking on mine, all at the tender age of... what are you even? Fourteen?" Sam shook her head, making James shudder as she dragged her tongue across the underside of his glans with the movement. "What, then?" James asked, pulling back and letting his cock out of his mouth so she could answer. "T-twelve," Sam said. "But turning thirteen in three mo-mmf!" James thrust his cock back into her mouth, cutting her off. "Twelve," he said. "You hear that, my friend? You're fucking a twelve-year-old girl right now." Through all of this, the man behind her had been thrusting into Sam faster and faster, and overhearing James' monologue was obviously doing something for him. But the last bit struck a particular nerve: his thrusting suddenly became erratic and much harder, and four thrusts later he slammed in and Sam felt a telltale pulse inside her. With each pulse, the man drew his hips back and thrust back in in a staccato tempo, each thrust ending with a jerk of his cock that sent another spurt of cum into her underage pussy, mixing with Adrian's leftover teenage cum. "And you took every drop of his cum, too," James crowed appreciatively. "I think we have a real gift on our hands." The cock withdrew from Sam's pussy, and she blushed as she felt cum immediately spill out, running over her thighs. Adrian's adolescent penis had barely given her a couple squirts -- it may as well be completely lost in this adult torrent. She started to move, but James stopped her. "I didn't tell you to move. Stay right where you are." He cupped her cheeks in both hands and started sliding his cock back and forth into her mouth more intently. Every thrust went a touch deeper, until more than half his shaft was disappearing past her lips with each stroke. The entire time, Sam was very much aware of her cum-leaking pussy being fully exposed in front of the hole. Anyone passing by could do whatever they wanted with no preamble. And soon enough, someone did. Sam had got enough into the rhythm of sucking James' cock that she was surprised when she felt a couple fingers quickly rub against her pussy. The touch only lasted for a second before the fingers left, and Sam felt the now-familiar stretch of an adult cock invading her young vagina. James felt her reaction and smiled, sinking three-quarters of his shaft into her mouth and holding it there for a moment. "There's your second taker," he said. "And you're going to let this one cum in your pretty little pussy too." Sam nodded, but immediately realized it wasn't a question. James was stating a fact. The new cock was a fair bit longer than the first, and thicker enough that Sam could feel the difference and there was noticeable friction as it rhythmically thrust into her. It very quickly morphed into a new form of pleasure, as it was able to hit spots even deeper inside her. At a couple points it seemed to almost bottom out and prod at something right at the end of her vagina, which after a few pokes she realized must be the entrance to her immature womb. James sensed the tempo and matched it, so that both their hips were almost static and Sam was just being pushed back and forth on their cocks. Back and forth, back and forth. Sam's pussy was ablaze with sensation, and every time the cock behind her withdrew, James' cock pressed in, his cockhead looming perilously in her throat, occasionally flexing and leaving a bead of precum in its wake. The cock in her pussy was no doubt leaving a similar or greater amount, perhaps containing a few cells of sperm, a paltry number compared to the millions already in there, all busily searching for something to fertilize. But from the increased urgency of the thrusting and the change in the feel of the mystery man's cock, Sam knew that number was about to multiply again. James sensed the change as well and pressed his cock in deep and held it, forcing her tightly against the wall. The second man's cock thrust home a few more times, then with one last thrust pushed in just a little further than before, nestling his glans directly against Sam's cervix and brushing his cum-filled balls against her nether lips for the first time. The penis pulsed, and Sam's eyes widened as she felt a whole new sensation. She could feel the man's cum squirting even deeper into her than seemed possible, almost like it was firing directly into her womb (which it was). With that, the tension that had been building inside her for so long snapped, and she shuddered in orgasm as eight more pulses of virile spunk drenched her deepest depths. The aftershocks of her orgasm were still going as James pulled her off the man's softening cock and withdrew his own from her mouth. She was completely pliable as he bent her over and eagerly tongued her overfilled pussy. At least that was probably his intention -- in a surprising display of incompetence, he missed her young folds more often than not, mostly lapping at her pink rosebud and eventually pressing firmly against it. `Wrong hole, silly,' Sam thought absently, but it was difficult to focus after such a massive cum, and it felt good enough that she was willing to let it slide, even when his tongue breached her ring and slipped inside her ass. It was a strange feeling, but not an unwelcome one. Sam quickly discovered that her asshole was just as sensitive as her pussy, but in a different way. His tongue didn't feel quite as good in it as it felt in her pussy, but James was obviously enjoying it so she didn't mind. Finally, James stood up and, clapping a hand loudly against her right cheek, positioned his cock at her pussy and finally slid home. "Ah! Yes!" Sam cried out, her mouth finally free as she was penetrated by her third cock of the night. Wait, she realized, not her third but her `fourth.' For a moment she'd completely forgotten that all of this had started by sitting on Adrian's virgin cock. How many cocks could she take in a night before she gave out, she wondered? But before she could even start considering that question, James pulled out. "Huh?" Sam asked, disappointed. "Did you cum already? I didn't feel you." "No, although I'd like to," James said. "But I have something different in mind. You have an amazing pussy, and you're so, so good at sharing it with us." He fastened both his hands on her cheeks and tightened his grip until his fingers dig in, pulling her cheeks apart and spreading her wide. "But I've always been more of an ass man, myself." Sam barely realized his meaning before she felt his cock, slick with her juices and the cum of three other men, press at her virgin rosebud. At first, the ring of muscle resisted, but nearly every muscle in Sam's body was loose, and it was no exception. After another moment of pressure, her hole relented, and an inch of James' cock slid into her last remaining virgin passage. Sam gasped at the stretch, and the intense discomfort of an object much larger than a tongue in a hole that wasn't used to it. "Takeitout takeitout takeitout" she yelped. "Stay strong, darling," James said, stroking her back. "It'll fade. Just breathe with me. In... and out. In... and out." Sam focused on breathing, falling back on her past gymnastics training. After a few breaths, she realized that James was moving his cock slightly with each breath. With each breath in, his cock pressed in, just a bit, but enough to bury another quarter inch, then half an inch. A few more breaths, and his head and a section of shaft had disappeared, and with the last breath he fed her the remaining six inches in a single stroke. Sam could feel every inch inside her, and now that the discomfort of the initial penetration had faded, she could focus on how oddly `good' it felt. And, upon reflection, it was about as smoothly as the initial entrance of a nearly seven-inch cock could possibly go. "Yes, just like that," James breathed. "Clench on me. Milk my shaft. You've done this before, haven't you?" Sam wordlessly shook her head. "No?" James said, an edge of admiration to his voice. "Very well done, then." He leaned down so their bodies were touching and his mouth was right by her ear. "I never expected to get your last bit of virginity, but I'll cherish it forever." And then he started moving for real, sliding his hips back and forth until his thighs clapped against hers and every impact of his balls against Sam's lips sent a shock through her body. This was something she just couldn't get from a boy her age. In this position, James felt like a giant over her, his adult-sized cock stretching her in a way that Adrian's, or any other boy, never could. Adrian could never fill her up half as much as the men that came after him. Adrian couldn't pick her up like James had. Sam shuddered, and gave herself over entirely to James. James felt her submission and grinned ferally. He wrapped an arm around her chest and deftly tucked the other under her legs, picking her up and standing so she was pressed against his chest, all while barely missing a beat with his cock. Then he moved forward, and once again maneuvered her in front of the hole. Almost immediately, Sam felt fingers on her pussy, exploring her folds and then traveling back to feel where James' cock was pounding into her ass. For an agonizing minute, the fingers played with her, until her frustration burst out of her. "Fuck me!" she howled. The fingers left, and prodded at, then punched into her pussy. The man must have been right on the edge, though, because he barely made it ten thrusts before Sam felt the telltale warmth that signalled another man's cum had been deposited inside her. She groaned in frustration as it left, but then yelped in elation as another cock replaced it almost immediately. This one set a complimentary rhythm to James, driving in as he withdrew, so their cocks almost seemed to rub together inside her. `I think I've discovered a new favourite thing,' Sam thought, so deep in bliss that she couldn't even speak. She almost felt her oncoming orgasm like it was happening to someone else, and when she finally came James clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. Finally, she felt it. James thrust deep and his cock started throbbing, marking her final bastion as claimed. The cock in her pussy lasted three more thrusts and then pulsed in tandem, marking her young flower with its fifth dose of sperm. "Enough," she heard distantly as she slumped down the wall, panting in exhausted bliss. "She's had enough." Warm, strong arms wrapped around her, carried her elsewhere in the club. Then a shower -- warm water soothed the abused skin of her lower half, carried away the mixed cum that was still leaking out. A caring hand swept gently over her -- although it did poke a couple mischievous fingers into her, prompting a giggle from both. A muttered question, a mumbled response. James carried her to the maintenance room and redressed her, as limited a definition as the too-small sundress allowed. For propriety's sake, Sam walked across the street under her own power, although James kept her hand in his. At her door, he lifted her hand and kissed it. "Thank you for an unforgettable evening," he said, smiling at her as he turned to go. By then, Sam had recovered enough to speak again. "Will I ever see you again?" she asked, her voice wavering and rusty. James paused. "It might be best if we don't. Being near you is... dangerous. Intoxicating. I won't be able to control myself again." Sam swallowed. "Maybe I don't want you to." James laughed. "Oh, I like you." He trailed off, and gave her a thoughtful look. "You know where to find me." Sam watched him go, before stepping into her apartment, glancing at the clock and hurrying to change into something more appropriate before either of her dads got home. She knew where to find him, all right. But there was still the matter of `when' to find him. Sam shrugged off the sundress and walked to the window naked again, looking down on the street. James had vanished into the crowd, but she did see one young man look up, lock surprised eyes with her and then almost walk straight into a woman carrying a sack of groceries. She chuckled and stepped away. Well, seemed she'd have to guess at when to find him again. She'd just have to go back.