I met Sharon in my junior year of high school. She stole my heart on first
sight. Intelligent, warm, frisky, fun-loving, describes her personality. She was
the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in person. She's petite, nicely-developed
but without big breasts. Most women would kill for her hair. It is long, wavy,
and always bouncy and full. She swings her mane like a sexy movie star. Her legs
could stop an express train. She doesn't walk, she flounces--almost a dance.
She's full of energy and a passion for life. She radiates positive vibes to
everyone around her. Consequently, she's very popular. I knew my chances of
winning her love were practically nil. Some call me a nerd, though I don't wear
glasses or carry the pencil and pen variety pack in my pocket. I'm not
physically adept. Sports hold no interest for me. My one strong suit was my
intellect. I applied that intellect to winning her heart. I wrote her anonymous
love sonnets, put a white rose in her locker everyday after spying her using her
combination, and wrote her passionate declarations of my love. It took three
months for me to expose my identity to her, three more to get her to go out with
me, six more before she agreed to be my steady, and in the middle of my Senior
year, Sharon said yes to my proposal of marriage. Early in my courtship, after
telling her I wanted to marry her, I swore an oath to remain a virgin until our
wedding night. We were not going steady at the time. She thought my pledge was
cute. She then launched a discussion on what constitutes virginity. We came to
the mutual conclusion that true virginity was a triad of genital, anal, and oral
virginity. I told her I was a total virgin and would remain so. She told me she
was a total virgin, but said, "If we do get married, you might be the only total
virgin in our honeymoon suite." She said it in a playful, teasing way, but her
words strung my ears. I just never thought of her as someone who could lie down
with a man she didn't love, or that she could love anyone but me. I also felt
like kicking myself for making that stupid pledge. I sweated out the months
between my declaration and our going steady. Each time she went out on a date, I
managed to quiz her as to the state of her virginity, always in a delicate,
humorous way, but dead serious. She didn't mind my queries, and saw right
through them. Soon after that, after a date, she'd come right out and say, "It's
still there (meaning her hymen)," or something licentious like, "He didn't even
put a dent in it." She floored me one day by saying, "Boy, we sure had a close
call last night. Thank god for pre-mature ejaculation." Another time, she told
me she defended my precious hymen with a blow job, sacrificing one third of her
virginity. The day before she took my ring, she went out with Mark Springer, our
quarter-back. I could not sleep all night. I called her at six in the morning,
waking her to ask how she was. She groggily said, "You mean how is your hymen?
Can't you wait until a decent hour, like noon? I can assure you its status won't
change between now and then." My heart fell. She heard it fall and said, "Relax.
It's still there, damnit! It took more than a blow job, though. My ass is still
leaking at it hurts like hell. I should make you kiss it. I did that for you,
you know. Look on the bright side; I'm still a one-third virgin." What do you do
when the love of your life tells you she sucked and took in the ass the most
desirable guy in the school, for you. I was so relieved, I said thanks. She
said, "You're welcome. Good bye! [Click.]." I was back on the line at noon,
begging her to go steady. She took pity on me and accepted my ring. The next few
months were the best of my life. Sharon and I were inseparable. Our love
blossomed. We talked of marriage and a life together, named our kids, and
plotted our future. When we set a date--two years off--we made formal
announcements. My feet never touched the ground. I never touched her in a sexual
way, and she never offered any services to me. We did, however, spend hours
kissing and holding each other. While we were dating, I never brought Sharon
near my house. My house was a zoo, and my family--step family mostly--were
animals. I lived in a run-down suburban home with my mother, step-father, and
four step brats, all boys ranging in age from ten to fifteen. My step-father,
Bucky, drove a dump truck. Bucky treated me like a red-headed step child, though
my hair is blond. I do all of the stepping and fetching; his kids don't do
anything except create work for my mother. Bucky is one of the most vulgar men
I've ever met, and I've met a bunch. My mother attracts that type like a dead
squirrel attracts flies. Between marriages, Mom brought home some truly skuzzy
humanoids. In truth, I was relieved when she married Bucky. Bucky may be vulgar,
but he's not physically abusive. He loves my mother, though he treats her like
trash. I've known for years that my mother feeds on abuse--physical or mental.
I've lived through the bondage freaks, the slave scene, the orgy set, and a few
real perverts. I've actually seen my mother gang banged in my living room at the
age of eleven. I've had to feed her and attend to her toilet while she was tied
naked to a chair for days on end. I've sat in on photo sessions where Mom had to
pose with dildoes and other women. Then, I had to live with the humiliation when
those photos--published in a porno magazine--got circulated around school.
Thankfully, we moved away right after that. So Bucky isn't so bad by comparison.
Crude and vulgar, I can live with. I hope he stays with Mom for the rest of her
life. The only problem was Sharon. No way did I want Sharon exposed to Bucky and
his brood. It would be like placing a lamb among wolves. Therefore, I went to
great lengths to keep her away. After our engagement, though, Sharon wanted to
get to know her new family. She became adamant, even after I told her what they
were like. I reluctantly consented, and managed to bring her by when I knew
Bucky was working or hunting. I kept him from seeing her for two months. It
wasn't long before I got pressure from both Bucky and Sharon to bring her by so
they could get acquainted. I fought this as long as I could. Sharon loved my
family and they adored her. She thinks it's is neat the way my mom takes abuse
from my step-brothers. She found it amusing that Bucky threw away all of Mom's
underclothes and makes her wear ridiculously shot skirts, tight sweaters, and
high heels. Sharon laughs openly when one of them flips up Mom's skirt or
pinches her boobs. I've seen her instigating abuse. Once, when we were on the
sofa and Mom was cleaning the fireplace, giving us an unintentional rear beaver
shot, Sharon leaned over and told little Kevin, "I dare you to go up and stick
your finger in her pussy." He did and Sharon thought that was the funniest thing
she ever saw. I think I was more shocked by Sharon's vulgar term for the vagina.
Nothing foul could come from Sharon. In my mind, her shit came out in little
perfumed plastic capsules. The day I'd dreaded arrived. Sharon was invited to
dinner. I picked her up. On seeing her, my mouth dropped open. I never saw her
looking so sexy. She wore a short dress with an open bodice, high heels, and had
been to the beauty parlour. She wore heavy make-up. She looked like a Sunday
school whore. She could not have picked a worse outfit to wear in front of Bucky,
and I begged her to reconsider jeans, tennis shoes, a sweat-shirt, and no
make-up. She brushed me off with a simple, "Don't be silly." I was shitting
razor blades all the way to my house. Sharon seemed quite calm. When Bucky saw
Sharon enter the house, his eyes sprang out and he began salivating. He took her
in a big bear hug, groping her ass with his greasy paws, welcoming her to the
family, astonished that I could get such a fine piece (his words). I wanted to
die, but Sharon took the groping and the hugs warmly. Bucky turned her loose and
stood back to admire her body, telling her to turn slowly in place. Sharon
blushed, smiling, and basking in the lewd attention. Bucky said, "You know what
I like best about your legs, honey." I went pale. I knew what was coming. I knew
Sharon would freak out and leave, never to return. I wanted to stop her from
answering. Sharon smiled her cutesy smile and said, "No what?" "They got feet at
one end and pussy at the other." Sharon laughed. She didn't bat an eye. She
said, "We have something in common all ready, because that's what I like about
them too." Her impulsive response had an immediate impact on Bucky. He held out
his hand and said, "Sweetie, if you're going to join this family, then we have
to have us a little private talk." Sharon cast me a curious look. I tried to
signal with my expression, "No! Don't go!" She offered him her hand then
followed dutifully right into his bedroom. Bucky slammed the door shut,
collapsing my world. Mark, Bucky's oldest boy, taunted, "Dad's going to fuck
your little fiancÊe." The four boys dashed for the closed door and pressed their
ears to it." Mom came over and held me, saying, "Now, now, you know what a tease
Bucky can be. He's just making you think bad thoughts, dear. Don't get upset."
The boys took delight in running in and giving updates, like: I heard a zipper;
she's moaning; they're on the bed. After ten minutes, the updates weren't
necessary. We could hear the squeaky bed springs and the banging of the
headboard all through the house. I fell into a chair in a catatonic daze. The
boys were merciless in their taunts. Brian shouted, "It looks like Dad added a
new whore to the stable." I wanted to kill him, but all I could do was stare
fire at him. They stayed in the bedroom for over an hour, and by the sounds, had
three sessions of intercourse. Mom had the food on the table, getting cold,
waiting for Bucky to finish with my love. He emerged from the room moving Sharon
ahead of him. He brought her before us, holding her by the shoulders like a
trophy--her bra and panty in his left hand. Cum trails ran down both her legs,
clear to her high heels. Her right shoulder strap had been ripped apart and the
flap of dress material kept sliding off her right breast. She caught it just in
time each time it threatened to uncover her nipple, but then stopped trying. The
flap slid then flopped down, baring her right breast. She looked at me as if to
say, "I tried, but I'll be dammed if I'm going to hold it up all night." Bucky
tossed the bra and panties at Mom, the panties landing on her head. He said,
"She understands the house rules. Throw those damn things away." He announced,
"All right. Listen up. We have a new member of our happy family. I want you guys
to treat her with the same respect and consideration that you treat my dear
wife." This brought howls, cheers, clapping, and jumping joy to his four
delinquents. I saw Sharon smile. I could have crawled under a sheet of paper.
Brian said, "Can we fuck her, Dad?" "Son, if she will part her pretty legs for
you, you'd be a damn fool not to." This brought another round of buffoonery. He
added, "That don't mean you can just dog pile her and take it. If you want some
pussy, you'll have to do it like gentlemen. You talk her into it like I had to.
You do it right, and she'll strip, lie back, and put her knees in her arm pits
without the first finger being laid on her." Mark said, "Is that what she did?"
"Ask her." Mark addressed Sharon. She finally blushed and quietly said, "Yes."
Mark said, "Was she a virgin, Dad?" Bucky turned her back to us, pushed her
shoulders down to knee level, pulled the back of her skirt up over her creamy
moons and shot me through the heart. There was my lady love's vagina, in full
view, gaping open obscenely, tainted red and smeared with cum. Bucky made her
widen her stance, saying, "These boys have never seen a fresh-fucked virgin
before. Give them a good look, sweet lips. I watched in horror as those four
perverts gathered at her ass and peered into her vagina. What shocked me even
more was how easily Sharon accepted this treatment. Far from being traumatized,
she had a sexual glow about her. Despite my anxiety, I couldn't help admiring
her beauty. Having never even seen her tits, I at least had Bucky to thank for
exposing all of Sharon's hidden treasures. I also figured that since she was no
longer a virgin, our sexual relationship could begin. Sharon sat through dinner
with her right tit hanging out and leaking Bucky's cum on her seat--a mess my
mother had to clean up. The only topic of discussion was Sharon's performance.
She sat quietly listening to them talk about her remarkable abilities and
attributes. After the bizarre dinner, I felt as though I'd been in the bedroom
with them throughout. I learned that Bucky took her orally, anally, and
vaginally. That Sharon sucks a mean cock, and does a trick with her sphincter
that drives Bucky wild. He also informed us that her toes turn inward when you
nibble on her clit. I made a mental note. Mark kept pressing for specifics on
what to say and do to get Sharon to spread her legs. Bucky said, "I've always
said, 'Treat a whore like a lady and a lady like a whore and you'll never go
wrong.'" "Yeah, but what is she, a whore or a lady?" Bucky leaned forward, got
serious, and said, "Sharon is the exception to the rule. She's a whore that
likes to be treated like a whore. If you boys want anything from this little
slut, you got to treat her like a whore. She can't resist that approach. She
told me that herself." Sharon peered at me while casually placing a fork of
mashed potatoes in her mouth. She turned the fork head-on and sucked the
potatoes off. I made another mental note. We left shortly thereafter. Mom pinned
Sharon's strap in place. It troubled me that Sharon did not bother to clean
herself. She sat on my new seat covers, but I said nothing. We drove in silence.
When I drove past her turn off, headed in the direction of our favourite make
out spot, she said nothing. My cock leapt to attention; my foot pressed harder
on the accelerator. I parked the car by the lake and turned in the seat to face
her. Sharon turned her head towards me. I scooted over and took her in my arms.
We kissed. I grabbed her right breast and squeezed. Sharon took it off, leaned
back and said, "What do you think you're doing?" My face burned with shame and
confusion. I said, "Sharon, don't be mad at me. I tried to warn you." "I'm not
talking about that. I'm talking about you grabbing my breast like I was some
cheap slut. Is that what you think of me now?" "No, of course not." "Do you
think that just because I stripped off all my clothes right after entering the
bedroom, and climbed onto the bed; that because I spread my legs and played with
my vagina; that I told him I was a virgin and wanted him to fuck my pussy; you
think that makes me a whore?" "Well Sharon..." "I only did that because I knew
that's what he wanted and expected. I only wanted to be accepted by the family.
And after what you told me, I knew he'd just take it anyway. I didn't want that
to tarnish our relationship, so I gave it willingly, so he wouldn't carry any
guilt. I did that for us, and you call me a whore." "I'm sorry, Sharon. I never
called you a whore, or even thought it." "Do you think I enjoyed exposing my
pussy to those boys, your mother, and you? Is that what you think?" "No, not at
all. It must have been terribly humiliating." "Do you think I enjoyed being
talked about in the most vulgar terms and having all my sexual secrets laid bare
for everyone to know. Sure, I told him I wanted his boys to treat me just like
your mother. I don't want special treatment. Your mother appreciates that, if
her son doesn't" "But, Sharon. That wasn't necessary. My mother likes that kind
of treatment." "I suppose she's a whore, too?" "No, you're putting words in my
mouth. Sharon, I love you." "I don't want to discuss this anymore. I need time
to think about our relationship. Take me home." "Sharon, Ple..." "Take me home!"
I started the car and eased onto the roadway. All the way to her house, I
pleaded for forgiveness, rededicated my love and respect, promised never to
insult her modesty or impugn her virtue, praised her for her sacrifices on our
behalf, and thanked her for placing the welfare of my family members above her
own. As I turned into the driveway, I said, "Thank you for handling Bucky the
way you did. That was smart. He would have taken it anyway." I put the car in
park. Sharon turned towards me on the seat and said, "Do you really mean that?"
"Yes, I do." "And how about me suggesting to Bucky that the boys treat me like a
whore." "I thought you asked him to be treated like mother?" "Same difference. I
may have said whore. Well?" "Okay. Yes, I agree. I don't like it, but now that I
know why you said it, I agree." "I don't know. I'm not sure I trust you
anymore." "Sharon. I love you. You know that! You can trust me." "All right. You
heard Bucky tell the boys how to get me to spread my legs, right?" "Yes." "And
those boys expect me to put out, just by treating me like a whore, Right?"
"Well, yes, I suppose, but nothing says you have to." "And if I let Bucky, or
Mark, but not the others, can't you see where that will cause hard feelings."
"Well, yes, but..." "No buts, you know it's true. Face it. From now on, I'm a
whore for Bucky, Mark, Brian, Stevie, and Kevin. Can you deal with that
reality." "You'll never be a whore to me." "But I will and am a whore to them,
don't you agree? It's all right. It's the truth. I won't get made if you say it.
I want to hear you admit that I'm a whore." I was terribly confused, but one
thing I knew--Sharon did want me to call her a whore. I said, "You're a whore,
Sharon." She smiled and made me say it ten times. She then said, "But I'm not a
whore to you. To you, I'm a virgin princess." I nodded my weak understanding.
She went on, "That means I expect to be treated no differently by you. Between
you and me, nothing has changed. And I'm holding you to your pledge. If you can
accept those terms, I'll consider the wedding still on; otherwise, I never want
to see you again." This was like a splash of ice water. I quickly said, "I can
accept those terms." "That means that you have to watch while your step-father
and your step-brothers enjoy what you must wait two years for." This was another
splash in the face. I nodded weakly. She smiled and said, "I'm not sure you
fully understand. Close your eyes and imagine this scene. We're sitting on the
sofa, cuddled up, watching TV. Little Kevin crawls up, reaches under my skirt
and starts playing with my pussy. I reach down and pull my skirt up. I lay my
leg over your lap and lay my head into your shoulder while he finger-fucks me.
And you look down at the pussy you haven't even touched and see your brat
brother in it to his wrist. Could you sit still for that?" The vision, oddly,
had my cock standing tall. I said I could. She went on, "Okay, later, Brian
leans across you with his dick in his hand, right in front of your face, and
says, 'Suck my cock, bitch.' I lean over and slide my mouth over it and start
sucking. I'm sucking Brian's cock with my mouth right next to yours. In fact,
his cock is under your nose and the shaft is against your lips. You don't pull
away because you know better. You know it makes me angry when you don't let them
humiliate you. Sometimes I pull off and press his cockhead against your lips.
You open and suck him in. I like to jack him off in your mouth especially if
your mother is watching. I like making him cum in your face, or on mine and
having you lick it off. Can you see yourself doing those things?" Unbelievably,
I was about to cum. Breathing hard, I managed to say, "Yes." She said, "One day,
Mark comes over and say's, 'Give me some pussy, whore.' I calmly get up. I do a
strip. Mark lays me over your lap so that my ass is over your crotch. You see
Mark get between my widely-parted legs and center his cock at my hole and shove.
You watch that hated cock take your lady's pussy and can only imagine the
exquisite feelings he's experiencing. Everybody gathers around to watch Mark
fuck me. I hold my feet by the toes and beg Mark to pound my cunt. They're all
excited because they know what happens after Mark cums. After getting my pussy
pumped full of Mark's sperm, I jump up and stand on the sofa cushions with my
back to you. Your head is laid back and I get my cunt over your mouth. You suck
all the sperm, right from my fresh-fucked snatch. Your hands are dutifully at
your sides, because you still cant touch my pussy. Only your lips and tongue can
touch my pussy, and that's only if there's sperm in it. Can you see yourself
doing that?" I had my cock out and was masturbating. Cum flew out and peppered
the headliner. Sharon laughed and said, "I'll take that as a yes." When my
breathing returned to normal, I glanced sheepishly at my love. She was smiling.
She said, "Do you still want to marry me?" I said, "Yes, god yes." "Good, then
you have potential as a husband. I can't go in the house like this. Take off
your shirt so I can wipe my cunt." I handed her my shirt and watched her mop her
crotch, wipe her legs, and draw it up the crack of her ass. She handed it back
and said, "Well, got to go. Great dinner. Thank everyone for me. See you in
school. Bye." I put my soiled shirt back on and drove home in a daze. We were
married as planned. Sharon stood beside me at the alter with five loads of cum
drooling down her legs--none of which was mine. Bucky and the boys took turns
with her in the bridal chamber, wiped their dicks on her train, and sent her
down the aisle. Things haven't changed much since, but I finally got to make
love to my lady. That whore is one fine piece of ass, and she has this thing she
does with her sphincter. What a gal!
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