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My mother was a slut and a whore. My earliest memory is of my mother and some guy fucking on our kitchen table. I was about six at the time. Mother saw me watching and did nothing to shoo me away. The guy saw me and said:
"She sure is a cute little thing; how much to be her first?"
My mother had laughed and said, "You never will have enough. She isn't for sale."
I remembered that every time she brought one of her johns home with her - which was almost every night - and wondered if that would be the night that she forgot that I "was not for sale" and took the man's money. She never did though and I was still a virgin when I turned sixteen. My presents that year were a couple of party dresses, a pendant on a gold chain and a pair of high heels. After the ice cream and cake were gone and my friends had left my mother sat me down and said:
"I can't make you be better than I am Amber, all I can do is make you want to be better, but you will have to be the one to do it."
Then she told me everything that she had learned about men and told me that the secret was to give them what they wanted:
"But only after they give you what you want. Don't put it out there like I do and hope for the best. Make a plan and work through it and get what you want, not what some one else decides to give you."
I kind of knew what she was telling me, but I was still a little young to get into it. I studied hard, got excellent grades and earned some scholarships and I went off to college. I managed to land a job waiting tables at a fairly decent restaurant where the tips were good and then I settled in determined to make something of myself
College is where it all changed for me. In high school most of the kids were from the same social level I came from, but in college I was exposed to people who had it all. People who had money, people who came from people who had money and I saw their lifestyle and I wanted that life style for me. I remembered what my mother had told me about coming up with a plan and working through it. I planned on hooking my wagon to some rich guy and then living happily ever after in the lap of luxury.
I carefully looked over the boys available and picked out one. Jeffery Marshall came from "old" money. He was good looking, had a certain charm to him and I put myself in situations where he would notice me and one day he did and he asked me out. I of course said yes and five months (and twenty-seven dates) later I gave Jeffery my virginity. Jeff was overwhelmed by the fact that he was my first and when I told him that I gave it to him because in my heart I knew he was the one I was supposed to live my life with it blew him away. Two months later he proposed and I said yes.
Jeff belonged to one of the best fraternity's on campus - he was a legacy - and one night he took me to a party at his frat house. The liquor was flowing and every one was having a good time. I had let myself get pretty looped, but I wasn't worried because I had Jeff there to look out for me. Several hours into the party a couple of guys pulled me into a room and before I knew what was happening I was on a mattress with a cock pushing at my mouth and one forcing its way into my pussy. I was struggling to break free when I saw Jeff look into the room. I begged him with my eyes to save me (I couldn't holler because my mouth was full) but he turned and walked away.
I don't know how many had me that night, but I do know that after the first three or four I just laid back and let it happen. When they were done with me and everyone had gone, leaving me lying on the soiled mattress and looking like hell, a guy came into the room, looked down at me and said:
"You look like you could use a little help."
He helped me stand up and then he helped me to a bathroom and helped me clean up. He found my clothes, got me dressed and then said:
"We need to get you out of here. Where should I take you?"
I was numb and all I could do was mumble and shake my head so he said, "Okay. I'll just take you to some place where you can rest."
I woke up the next morning in a strange bed and to the smell of fresh coffee. I struggled up from the bed and noticed that all I had on where my bra and panties. I saw my dress folded neatly over the back of a chair and my shoes on the floor in front of the chair. I dressed and walked out into the kitchen. He was working at the stove when I walked in and without turning around he said:
"Coffee is hot, cups are in the cupboard, cream is in the fridge and the sugar is on the table. How do you like your eggs?"
"Scrambled" I said as I got a cup and poured myself some coffee. "Who are you, where am I and how did I get here?"
"My name is Jason, you are in my apartment and you are here because I couldn't leave you at the frat house and you wouldn't tell me where I could take you."
"Did you ... were you one of the ones who..."
"No I was not. I prefer my ladies to be willing and I don't like crowds."
I couldn't think of anything else to say so I just sat there staring down into my coffee cup and occasionally taking a sip from it.
"For what it is worth however, when I stood there looking down at you last night I was hard put to behave myself."
I gave him a weal smile and he set a plate down in front of me with eggs, bacon and toast on it. Conversation stopped while we ate and when I was done I asked him if I could take a shower. He said yes and showed me where to find soap, a wash rag and towels. I was naked and pulling the shower curtain open when suddenly I turned around and headed back into the kitchen.
"Will you scrub my back for me?"
I saw his cock for the first time when he climbed into the shower with me. I'd seen large cocks before. My mother, especially if she was bombed and had run across a well endowed lover, would come into my room and say, "Honey, you just have to see this one" and then she would show me her latest lover's equipment. I'd seen one or two that were longer than Jason's, but I'd never seen anything as fat as what he had.
I had the soap and wash rag in my hand and I reached for Jason's cock and I started washing it.
"I thought I was supposed to be scrubbing your back?"
"All in good time" I said as I washed his balls.
Jeff and the guys who rode the train the previous evening were the only men I'd ever had in me and none of them were the size of Jason. I knew from the hundreds my mother had gone through and the few that she brought to show me that size like Jason's was not common and believing that my reputation was already shot because of the frat party I decided to experience "size" while I had the chance. I handed the soap and wash rag to Jason, turned and leaned against the wall and spread my legs wide. He asked:
"Are you sure about this?"
"Just do it!" I exclaimed and braced myself with one hand and reached down with the other and took hold of his cock. I lined it up and he pushed and it felt like a baseball bat was pushing into me. It took him six strokes to get all of him in me and then he slowly started to fuck me. The initial discomfort caused by his size faded and I started pushing back at him. I finally knew why my mother was always so happy when she found a john who had a huge cock. It was exquisite!
Jason had fantastic staying power and he fucked me for over fifteen minutes and gave me three orgasms before he came himself. We left the shower and dripping wet we headed for his bed. I just had to get him hard again because I NEEDED him back inside me. I needed that stuffed full feeling. I went after his cock with my mouth and quickly found that small mouths and fat cocks do not go well together. I couldn't get him in my mouth so I had to settle for licking him like a lollipop and stroking him by hand until he started to come erect again. When he was stiff enough I got on top of him and impaled myself and then I rode him until he rolled me over onto my back and fucked me hard until he came for the second time. Along the way he got me off three more times. I snuggled up next to him and cuddled until I looked at my watch and saw that I needed to get moving if I was going to get to wok on time.
"What will you do now?" he asked as I dressed.
"Get rid of Jeff, see how much damage has been done to my reputation and if it can be fixed and then get on with my life."
"Your reputation should be fine. The boys at that fraternity are not going to want it to get out that there was a gangbang at one of their parties. I have no clue as to why it happened to you. As far as I know there hasn't been a train pulled at that house in the last five years, but the fact remains that the sons of too many prominent and important families belong to it and they will want to keep things quiet. What will happen is that you will be asked out a lot by the guys who did you and who want more."
"Well, they are going to be disappointed. I will not have anything to do with any one from that fraternity ever again."
"I hate to say this, but toward the end you were really getting into it. Are you sure that you can go without sex if you give up Jeff and turn down his frat brothers?"
"They aren't the only men on campus. And, there is always you. It hasn't been mentioned, but do you have a girlfriend?"
"No. I'm not a believer in relationships. Maybe some day, but not right now."
"Would you turn me away if I showed up at your door from time to time?"
"No. No I wouldn't."
"Then my problem is solved, isn't it?"
I kissed him goodnight and headed back to my dorm. There were a dozen messages from Jeff and I tossed them into the trash and then went to bed.
The next day I was sitting in the reference section of the library when Jeff came up and sat down across from me. I gave him a nasty look and said:
"What do you want?"
"Where have you been? I've called all over trying to find you. Why haven't you returned my calls?"
"I haven't returned your calls because I don't want anything to do with your worthless ass." He looked hurt when I called him a worthless ass and I went on, "How could you walk away from me at that stupid party and let those animals keep doing to me what they were doing? You saw that I was struggling and trying to get up. Why didn't you help me?"
He looked away and mumbled, "They were my brothers, my fraternity brothers."
"And I was your fiancée. Get away from me you worthless piece of shit."
"Are you calling off our engagement?"
"No asshole; you called it off when you walked away from me and left me at their mercy."
"Then you will have to give me my ring back."
"Fuck your ring!"
"You don't understand. It is a family heirloom. It was my great, great grandmother's ring and it has been passed down through the family. If you are breaking up with me I have to have it back."
I had taken off the ring and put it in my purse meaning to throw it in his face - literally - but as soon as I saw how important it was to him I said:
"Good luck in getting it. I threw it off the 14th Street Bridge. Go bob for it. If it didn't sink into the muck on the bottom of the river you just might be able to find it. Now get the fuck out of my sight."
He sat there and whined about the ring so I got up and walked away from him and that afternoon I hit a pawn shop and got $2300 for the ring.
That night when I knocked on Jason's door he let me in and that started an on again off again affair that is still going on to this day.
I set my plan to hook up with a rich boy off to the side and for the next six months I concentrated on my studies and then fate stepped in. I was in the college book store looking for the text I was going to need for Business Law II when the strap on my book bag broke. The bag fell to the floor and everything spilled out of it. I knelt down to pick things up and a voice said:
"Here, let me help you with that."
"I looked up and into the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen. A quick look showed that the eyes belonged to an extremely attractive guy. He helped me pick my things up and then he said:
"I'm Robert Abbott. My family and friends call me Deuce. I've seen you around, but never have had a chance to meet you. So pardon me for being impulsive, but I might not get another chance to meet you so I need to take advantage of this opportunity. Will you have dinner with me?"
"I think that Amber Pryce would love to have dinner with Robert Abbott."
"Please call me Deuce. I've never cared much for Robert."
"Deuce makes you sound like a gambler - a card shark - so if you don't like Robert I'll call you Bobby."
I had my dinner date with Bobby and before it was over I was hooked. I was on my elbows and knees and Jason had just finished fucking me for the third time when he said:
"You almost seem like you're somewhere else tonight."
"I was just wondering if this might be our last time together."
"Oh yeah? And why is that?"
"I met a guy. I've gone out with him six times now and tomorrow night I'm going to let him go all the way. I think he's the one Jase. I'm going to have to toss my plan to marry a rich guy into the trash. I don't think I can let this one get away."
"And just who is this wonderful guy who is going to cut in on my recreational activity?"
"His name is Bobby Abbott. He is an Engineering student."
"Bobby Abbott? As in Robert Abbott? He wouldn't by any chance also be called Deuce would he?"
"Yes. Do you know him?"
"No, but I know of him. He wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth; his spoon was diamond and ruby encrusted platinum."
"What does that mean?"
"That your plan to get yourself a rich kid is right on track."
"Bobby? Bobby is rich?"
"I can tell that the idea sickens you."
"Oh my. My Bobby wealthy. I never would have believed it."
"Poor baby. You thought you were just going to have to settle for love and now you are being forced to take love and money. Sometimes life just sucks."
"I don't know what to think."
"Think about this" he said as he pushed his cock at my mouth.
The next night I took the biggest gamble of my life. I told Bobby about Jeff and about what happened at the frat party. He pulled me close and kissed my nose.
"I know about the frat party and I also that it was more of a rape than anything else. I didn't know that Jeff took your cherry, but I hate him because he got to do it instead of me."
"No baby, you didn't want to be first. The first time was "icky" and I wasn't even sure that I liked it."
"And now?"
"It took me a couple of times, but I finally did get into it. Of course there has only been Jeff and those assholes from the frat party so I'm not all that experienced at it."
"Why are you telling me all of this?"
"I've decided that I want to try it while looking up into those fantastic blue eyes of yours."
"Are you sure?"
"I've never been surer of anything in my life."
I found out that there was a major difference between fucking and making love. Jason fucked me. Bobby made love to me. Jason was hot, hard and fast. Bobby was slow and easy. Bobby took his time and searched my body for places that he could touch, lick and suck that would bring me to a constant state of arousal and keep me there. He spent as much time on foreplay as Jason took to get himself (and me) off. Jason made me scream and beg for him to fuck me harder, but Bobby made me soar and plead with him to never stop and that was before he even entered me. The difference between Bobby and Jason was like night and day and it bears repeating - Jason fucked me and Bobby made love to me.
Bobby and I made love three times. I sucked his cock and he ate my pussy and once we went sixty-nine. It was perfect. Looking up into his blue eyes I knew that I had found where I belonged.
"Well, what do you think? Think we might be onto something here?"
"What I think is that the eyesight of every girl on this campus depends on you. If I catch you with any other girl I'll scratch her eyes out. Once more?"
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