Susan Clark didn't want to be a whore but she knew that's what she was. She knew the boys called her little Miss Hot Pants and they bragged about how often they had gotten her to part her legs. She didn't want to have that kind of reputation, but she couldn't help it. All she'd ever really wanted was love and the boys gave her that.
She didn't get any kind of love at home. Her mother was a country woman, large and hard, who worked from morning to dusk and had little time to waste on sympathetic understanding. She had one older sister named Clarice, but Clarice was only concerned with her life, and had no time for younger sisters.
Her father was a drunk, and the only concern he had with his family was sexual. He had a huge sexual appetite and when he wanted it, her mother had to put down whatever she was doing and give him some cunt.
He might reach for her on the couch while watching television. Many times Susan had to leave the room because she couldn't stand to watch her father's huge cock going into her mother.
Or he might have fucked her when she was washing dishes, while she bent over the sink, or it might have been while she was washing clothes or hanging them up, and he would simply pick up her skirt and stick it in her cunt.
So Susan had sex all around her. Her sister Clarice was known around school as a whore. Rumor had it that dance had fucked more boys than any girl had ever had in the history of the school, and it was even rumored that she had fucked a few of the men teachers.
Of course, when Susan started school, she got the same reputation that dance did. She really didn't want the reputation but she found it was the only way for her to get attention and love.
She remembered how excited she'd been on her first date.
Susan didn't know about Clarice's reputation then.
And one of the football players had asked her out.
She'd been thrilled at being asked out by a football player. Football players were the elite of the school. They were better looking, more popular, and the best of all the boys, and the rule was that they didn't ask out eighth-graders.
She knew that she was attractive to boys. Not as attractive as Clarice, but she did have a good figure and her tits were full and her ass was round and inviting.
She knew she'd probably have to kiss a few times but she expected that. And there was really nothing wrong with kissing, as long as the boy didn't get too fresh. Lots of girls kissed and nothing was ever said about it.
Charles Greene had been the boy who asked her out. Charles was the quarterback for the football team, perhaps the best-looking boy of them all.
She asked him where they were going and he kind of smiled at her.
"Don't worry about it, sugar," he said. "We'll find someplace nice to go."
"But what'll I wear?" Susan asked.
Charles grinned at her. "Awww, something simple."
She didn't realize what the grin meant then. But she knew that his grin gave her an uneasy feeling. She soon forgot about it though because of the excitement of dating a football player.
That evening Charles came by for her. She had picked out a halter top and shorts to wear, hoping that he didn't decide on some place a little fancier.
He gave her a whistle of appreciation.
"Nice-looking outfit."
"Thank you," she said, feeling a thrill.
Charles walked her to the car.
"Yes sir," he said as she slipped into the car, "I knew you was nice-looking but, baby, you've got one sweet-looking ass in those tight shorts."
She blushed red at his words. Being her first date, she really didn't know what was expected of her so she didn't protest at his vulgar words. She figured that all the girls put up with a few vulgar words from boys. Perhaps it was just Charles' way of complimenting her.
He put one heavy hand on her knee as he pulled the car out of the driveway. His hand felt hot to her. She brushed it away. That was being a little too forward. He would have to date her a few times before he put a hand on her.
"We've got to pick up somebody else," Charles said.
"Oh? Then we're doubling?"
"Something like that," Charles laughed.
Susan wondered who the other girl and boy would be. She hoped it would be a nice girl who wouldn't look down on her. A lot of the senior girls were very snotty.
Susan found out that it wasn't another boy and girl. It was just another boy.
Charles stopped the car in front of Carl Fenstein's house. Carl Fenstein was a junior, but he was one of the most popular boys in school. He was tall, good-looking, and the best lineman on the team. But Susan didn't care much for him. He had an evil way of looking at her.
Still, Susan didn't say anything as he opened the front door and slipped in beside Charles and Susan.
"Hi, babe," he said. "How's things going?"
"Just fine," Susan replied.
"I hope you don't mind my coming along," he said. "I was kind of lonely at home by myself."
The look in his clear eyes told Susan that he really didn't give a damn if she minded or not. And he wasn't lonely. A boy like Carl could never be lonely.
"No," Susan lied. "Of course not."
"Good," he said. "We're going to have lots of fun today. Lots of fun."
Susan couldn't think of any way to answer him. She seriously doubted if they were going to have any fun with Carl along. Carl had all the personality of a bully.
Charles pulled the car out of the driveway and started toward the highway. He drove for about an hour. The moon was out and it was a bright night. Susan wondered where, they were going, but she didn't want to say anything.
Finally he pulled off the road into a shaded area.
There were many trees and a river near them. Susan wondered what kind of fun they could have in an empty place like this.
Charles went around to the back of the car and took out a picnic hamper. It wasn't food that Charles took out of the hamper. He took out a beer and popped the top.
Charles handed it to Susan. Susan had never had a beer, and she didn't want to start now.
"No thank you," Susan said.
"Aw, come on, baby," Charles said. "Be a sport. Drink. One beer won't hurt."
Susan didn't want to be accused of not being a sport so she took the beer. Maybe all the girls drank. Probably they did. Susan had read once where most teenagers did drink.
She took a sip and made a face. She didn't like the taste of it at all. Charles laughed at her and opened up another beer. He handed this one to Carl who took a long swallow.
"Good stuff," Carl said.
Charles opened his beer and took a swallow that matched Carl's.
"That roadside place," he said. "I don't know where I'm going to buy it when they close down."
"We'll find a place," Carl assured him.
Charles and Carl drank two while Susan was trying to finish off her first. She finally finished it and dropped the can. Charles quickly handed her another can.
"I couldn't drink another," Susan said.
"Come on, sugar," Charles pleaded. "Don't be like that. You'll learn to like it."
"Sure," Carl agreed. "It's a taste you get used to."
"I couldn't, really," Susan insisted.
Charles forced it into her hand. "Just drink up. There's plenty more."
Susan reluctantly took another drink.
Charles and Carl were beginning to feel good.
"Come on," Charles said. "Let's go down to the river and look at the water."
Susan didn't want to go, but she found herself being pushed down the bank. Charles took a blanket along. The little river was running fast. Charles stretched out the blanket on the green grass and sat down.
"Here," Charles said, patting the blanket.
Susan sat down on the blanket beside him and Carl sat down on her other side. Charles took a long drink of his beer, and smiled at Susan.
"So you're in the eighth grade," Charles said. "You know I am," Susan said.
"That's funny," he said. "You sure don't look like an eighth-grader with your body and that long hair. You look more like a senior."
"Thank you," Susan said.
Susan took his words as a compliment, but she was beginning to feel a little uneasy.
"Is Clarice your sister?" Charles questioned. "Yes," Susan said. "She wants to be a nurse."
Carl laughed. "Goddamn! A nurse. With those hands she'd make a good one."
Susan wasn't quite sure what he meant, but she had a bad feeling. The date was not going exactly as she'd imagined it. She had some idea of romance on a date. Getting to know a boy and having him getting to know her. Maybe a chaste kiss at the end of an evening.
But you didn't have dates with two boys and a girl. Two boys made her feel nervous and unsure of herself, and she didn't like the way they kept looking at her.
She was a virgin, but she had seen her parents fucking too many times not to have a good idea of what could happen.
"How about a little kiss?" Charles asked.
She saw nothing terribly wrong about giving Charles a kiss. Just a small one. She lowered her face to Charles and gave him a chaste kiss on the mouth. She ignored the probing tongue that pushed at her lips.
"Aw come on, sugar," Charles said. "I know that you can do better than that."
"I don't think so," Susan said shyly.
"Aw why not, baby?" Carl asked. "Ain't no body going to see you way out here. Give him a little kiss."
He caught her head and pulled her close. His lips were brutal as they pressed against her own. Again he tried to get her to open her mouth and admit his probing tongue.
Charles pushed her away. His face was red and he looked disgusted.
"Hey, baby," he said. "Don't come on so hard with me. I know about you."
"What do you mean?"
"It means you're just like your sister. A little whore. A little hot-pants girls."
"You're awful!" Susan said. "You're vulgar and you're lying about my sister."
"Hell no, I'm not," Charles said. "She's a hot little piece of ass. I knew you'd be the same way. I thought we'd just break you in right. While you're still young."
"You can't mean that," Susan said.
"Of course I mean it," Charles said. "Did you think we brought you out here to look at the river? What the hell did you think?"
"I don't know," Susan said. "I didn't know what to think."
"Shit," Carl said. "You're not fooling us. I bet you were broke in long ago. Just like Clarice."
Susan tried to stand, but Carl caught her by the shoulder. His eyes were ugly as he looked at her. He licked his dry lips in anticipation.
"Sit down," he commanded. "Don't try to run away. We're just going to give you what you want."
She sank back down on the blanket and then Carl was upon her. His lips covered hers and he wouldn't let her break away. His tongue came out and it was vulgar, demanding, insistent.
"Open your mouth." Charles said. "Open your mouth and you can breathe."
She wouldn't open her mouth. He kissed her throat and then her soft white shoulders where they were revealed by the halter top.
She felt Charles leaning against her other side. She could smell his breath as he blew into her ear and kissed her. Susan shivered. This was definitely not the way she'd thought her date would go.
"Please," Susan begged. "Please let me go."
"Let you go," Charles said in an injured tone of voice. "Hell, we're just getting started."
Just getting started! Susan panicked at his words. She tried to twist out of their grasp, but they held onto her tightly.
"Goddamn it!" Carl said. "Don't be in such a hurry to get away. We're going to treat you right."
Carl touched her bare stomach flesh. Susan felt tingly. His fingers traveled up her flesh and underneath her halter. Then his fingers were touching her titties.
"Goddamn," Carl said. "She has got a nice firm tit. Just the way I like it."
Susan tried to jerk away from them one last time, but she had no luck. She only made them hold onto her until she began to hurt. Then he pulled her halter top away and exposed her naked titties to their hungry gaze.
"Damn!" Charles said. "You know your tits are bigger than Clarice told us."
"They sure are," Carl agreed. "They're bigger than Clarice's tits."
Clarice told them about her tits. Suddenly Susan knew that whatever they told her about Clarice was true. Clarice was a whore. And Clarice had told the boys about Susan.
"I should have picked Clarice up at the house long ago," Charles said. "I would have, if I'd known she had a thing like this at home."
"Fuck," Carl said softly.
"Yeah," Charles said. "That's what we're going to do. We're going to fuck."
Susan knew there was no use in fighting them. They were too strong for her. She quit struggling and lay limply in their arms. Their fingers kept exploring her body.
Carl's hands found her ass-cheeks and he began to squeeze her behind. Carl reached for the zipper of her shorts. He undid them and she raised her hips to help him slide them off her hips.
"That's right," Carl said soothingly. "Now you're acting right."
Charles' fingers were back at her tits. He was squeezing her softly and pinching her nipples. Carl slid her panties off and she heard him suck in his breath.
"Hot damn!" he said. "What a good-looking pussy. I want some of this."
"Who's going to be first?" Charles questioned.
"I'll tell you what we'll do," Carl said. "Let's flip a coin."
"Okay."
Susan couldn't believe what was happening. She watched them stand up and Carl took a coin out of his pocket. "Heads," Carl called and it landed on heads.
They were actually flipping a coin on who got to fuck her first. It was incredible.
Carl smiled at her and began to undress. He stripped off his clothes and Susan found her gaze drawn to the spot between his legs where his hard, jutting cock was already trembling in expectation.
He circled the cock-head with his two fingers and said, "Here you are, baby. Here it comes."
"Oh please," Susan said. "Please don't do it to me. I'm a virgin."
"Sure you are," Carl said. "Just like Clarice was a virgin and I've been fucking Clarice too long to believe that."
He knelt down beside her. Susan tried to close her legs as she felt his weight upon her. She couldn't. His strong fingers forced her legs apart.
His cock pushed at her pussy.
"Shove it in there," Charles urged his friend. "Do her good."
There was a sudden, sharp pain as his cock tore into her virgin pussy walls. Then he was inside of her, and his balls rested against her cunt-lips.
"Jeeesus," Carl moaned. "Jeeesus, she's tight!"
He began to move in and out of her slowly. She could feel his cock stretching her cunt walls. The friction was painful. She tried to move away, but he found that only excited him more. His hands cupped her tits and he allowed his body to rest on her. He whispered into her ear.
"Fuck me, bitch," he said. "Move that ass around. Fuck me good. Fuck my cock oft baby. Fuck me like your sister Clarice fucks. Man, she can fuck fine. She's got a move to her ass that nearly knocks your head off. Come on, baby! Fuck me like Clarice!"
Susan resigned herself to her fate. His cock was in her. There was nothing she could do to change that. She was no longer a virgin. There was no sense in trying to put it off. Soon he would be coming. She sighed and began to move her ass. So this was what made dance so popular. Well, she could be twice as popular.
"Goddamn," Carl moaned. "This little bitch knows how to fuck. I knew she had to know if she was Clarice's sister. Shit, I just knew you had to be good."
Carl wasn't good for long. In a few minutes his hands started squeezing her titties hard, almost painfully. Then his cock began to move in jerky little movements and she felt the first spurt of his juice against her cunt walls. Then other spurts.
"Goddamn!" Carl said. "Here I come! Here I fucking come!"
His hot semen poured into her cunt. A river of cum. She kept moving against him until he was drained dry and he fell away from her with a painful groan. He bent his head and kissed her titty.
"Shit, baby," he said. "You're just as good as Clarice. Maybe better."
"I am better," Susan said.
"Shit," Carl said. "You got a real future in school."
Susan turned her head in time to see Charles fall between her legs. He was naked and his jutting cock slipped easily into her. He rested his head on her shoulder and his hand tangled in her hair.
"Move it," he cried. "I want to feel you moving it."
She started doing him as she'd done Carl. His cock was slipping in and out of her pussy quickly and she knew that Charles would not be able to last for long.
"Raise your legs, baby," Charles said. "Lock them around my back like Clarice does."
She raised her legs and locked them around his back. His cock slapped rapidly against her. He was going in deeper than Carl had gone.
"Oh shit!" he said. "This is living. This is really fucking living."
He kept fucking her. She closed her eyes and thought about her sister Clarice. Clarice with the pretty black hair, always tangled, and the deep eyes dance who had already made a reputation for herself by wrapping her legs around as many boys as she could manage.
She started pushing herself harder against Charles and she knew the points of her hard nipples were exciting him. He was panting.
"God," he said. "God, here I come! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh fuck!"
And his cock emptied out his semen into her.
They had taken her home a little less foolish than when she had started. Susan knew now what she had to do to be popular and she went about doing it with as many guys as she could.
"That Susan," boys would say. "You can get into her panties anytime you want. All you have to do is ask. Just push her into the back seat or wherever."
"Shit," another boy would say. "I got her one time in the broom closet."
"Has she ever sucked your prick?"
"Hell yeah. Hundreds of times. I even fucked her in the ass once. She's got a nice tight ass."
Girls would look at her strangely, as if they couldn't understand her, but Susan didn't care about understanding. All she cared about was a hot cock and the fact that she got more dates than any girl in school.
And boys often bought her nice things. Some of them would even offer her money, but she drew the line at that. That would make her feel too whorish.
She was happy… until Miss Thomas caught her behind the school with Tim Douglas.