AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = JAX@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
He was thrusting into me nice and hard, whatever his name was. His mate was impatiently waiting his turn. It was dark behind the Disco and the grass was slightly damp, not the perfect place to have sex, but I didn't have much of a choice. This was as far as I got before I was unceremoniously dumped onto my back, my knickers pulled off and his hard cock thrust into me.
"Come on mate," his companion urged, "it's bloody freezing out here."
"Yeah, I'm nearly there," he said breathlessly.
You're nearly there, what about me you bastard? I detected his change in rhythm and knew he was about to come. I pushed hard, grinding my hips against him. I felt him flood into me. He pulled out and I felt a draft of freezing cold air on my thighs, but his mate unzipped and plunged into me; his hand painfully on my boobs.
"Not so hard. Please be gentle," I asked.
"Shut up slut," he snarled back at me, thrusting even harder into me. Any enjoyment I was experiencing from this coupling was now gone. I just had to endure until he too had come inside me. "Thanks slut," he threw down at me.
I closed my legs and let them walk away. Shit, I did it again. My ability to pick a bastard was unerring. My knickers were nowhere to be found. Shit and double shit, the bastards must have taken them too. I made myself presentable and went back inside to find my friend Shirley.
"How was it?" she asked.
"Fucking awful," I said, trying to smile. "You'd think by now I would have learned."
"Fucking bastards," she sympathized. "Here, turn around, you've got grass on the back of your dress."
"Thanks," I said letting her brush me down. "Don't you sometimes think about giving men up, Shirl?"
"Don't be mad," she laughed, "what would slappers like us do without them?"
"Well, we couldn't do a lot worse, now could we?" I said.
"Yeah, but would you miss a nice hard one now and again?" she chuckled.
"Sometimes I wonder," I mused, "you can buy all sorts of rubber cocks these days."
"Wouldn't be the same though," she said.
"Yeah, always be hard for you, wouldn't hit you or leave you wanting," I said with feeling.
"Well there is that," she said. "Talking about a hard one, will you look at those two guys."
"Shirley," I said, "I've had enough for one night, please."
"Don't be wet," she scoffed. "Look, they are coming over. Breathe in and stick your tits out."
"Ladies, care for a drink?" the taller one asked.
"Sure," replied Shirley before I could say no. She took his arm, leaving me with the other one. His name was Morris, not that I cared one way or another. I had my fill of men tonight, but it looked like Shirley was still up for it.
"Come on Clare," she pleaded with me, "let's go back to their place."
What the fuck was she doing, but I was dragged off for more drinks and frolics. As soon as the door closed behind us, the giggling Shirley was pulled into one of the bedrooms, leaving me alone with Morris. What sort a name is that? It was easier to lie down and spread my legs than to fight off his roving hands. Compared with the bastards earlier, he was a good lover, not that it said much. He was spurting into me long before I was ready and, for the third time in the evening, I was left unsatisfied -- men suck. From the noise Shirley was making, she was at least enjoying herself. Why was it always me that got the fucking useless cunts?
By the time Shirley had finished with her guy, Morris and I had exhausted all topics in common and no thank you, I didn't want to fuck again, moron.
"How was yours?" she asked.
"Fucking terrible," I replied, "I'm giving up men."
"Sorry to hear that, mine was great," she giggled. "I'm going to see him again. He said he'll call." Shirley can be a bit simple sometimes. The only time he was going to call her, was if he wanted an easy fuck. "Tell you what, I'll make you come when we get in, OK?" she offered.
Although I said I was giving up men, it didn't mean I was into girlies now.
"Thanks Shirl," I said sincerely, "but I just want a bath and to go bed."
"Okay, your loss," she smiled at me. She was a good friend even if she was a slapper.
What I needed was a steady guy who would look after me, take me out on 'dates', make passionate love to me, not a quick fuck up against a wall or on damp grass. Well, I knew all that, but where the fuck was I going to find one. Well, for a start, I was going to be a virgin again and not spread my legs for any guy -- I hadn't enjoyed it much recently anyway. I couldn't remember the last time I had an orgasm. Yes I could. It was a couple of weeks ago when I used my own finger. As much as I loved Shirley, she was not a good influence on me. She would drop her knickers for anybody so, sorry Shirley, she'd have to go too.
I raided my savings and went on a shopping spree. Gone were my short skirts and tight tops. Instead, I was going to wear more modest outfits. To maximise my ability to meet new men, I left my job and started Temping -- a new office every week. Even though I didn't look like a slapper now, I still got offers from most of the men I met. Then I met Nigel. I was working at a firm of solicitors and Nigel was one of their Juniors. He was tall, dark and handsome and he asked me out on a date. I had to be careful. I had been a virgin for what six weeks now and I was definitely gagging for it, but I must hold out for a little while longer. I hadn't realised how good even bad sex was.
I kept my legs closed, even slapped away his hands when they became too bold, but my newly purchased dildo got a workout most nights. Despite what I had told Shirley only a few short weeks ago, there was no substitute for the real thing.
I was allowing him to kiss me and a quick fondle of my tits -- sorry, I mean my boobs, I'm a lady now -- but no more, nothing below the waist. It was having an effect, I was being treated like I never had before -- with respect.
I was taken home to meet his parents for the first time and I think I made a good impression with my lies about my past. I could see he was very keen on me. Well, he had got good taste there. I've never had any complaints about my figure. My body was in peek condition, probably for all that exercise I had got on my back. All I needed now was a proposal and I would spread my virgin legs for him, reluctantly of course. The bastard kept me hanging on for six months before he got down on one knee, but the feeling as his hard cock entered my pussy for the first time was magic. My pussy muscles must have tightened up over the months and I was more virgin-like than I would have thought possible. My genuine cry of pain and pleasure certainty fooled him.
Shirley was very happy for me. Although we didn't go out together anymore, we still kept in contact. Our evenings together at her flat were the only thing that kept me sane, what with all her outrageous stories, and the naughty things she got up to. I promised that I would invite her to the wedding but only if she didn't seduce the best man. This, she insisted, was the chief bridesmaid's perk and she would drag him off at the first opportunity. She'll never change, she'll always be a slapper.
THE END
