Amanda Sallust was the daughter of wealthy American parents who sent her to a convent school in Europe to ensure she received a rounded education without the distractions of the typical American co-educational system. In other words, they wanted to keep their daughter away from boys!
And she was a very desirable young lady indeed. Five feet, five inches tall, one hundred and twenty pounds, b-cup breasts, blond hair, blue eyes and an infectious grin that could wipe away anyone's gloom. She was frankly scrumptious.
That they didn't quite succeed was due to some of her friends.
During her time at the Swiss school she had made friends with another American girl, Jennifer and two English girls, Ann and Lisa. The four of them liked to meet after 'Lights out' in the tiny drying and ironing room adjacent to their dormitory for chatting and gossiping late into the night. It was during her last half term at the school that Ann found the old exit.
A high wall surrounded the school. There was only one permanent way in or out plus an emergency exit that set off an alarm. So the girls, who were already under a curfew, were physically unable to leave the premises without being noticed.
Then Ann found a door in part of the wall covered in vines. It was locked but when she showed it to Jennifer, the resourceful American girl found most of the mechanism was rusted away and the once substantial lock could be opened with a bent hairpin.
Jennifer worked out that if they left after 'Lights out' on a Friday, their absence wouldn't be discovered until roll call first thing on Monday morning. And there was a worthwhile disco in a nearby town.
"After all, 'Manda," she said, "who'd want to leave here at the end of term as a virgin!"
Amanda had a chest infection that left the other three girls to venture out on their own. Despite anti-biotics, it was three weeks before she could join them into their escapades.
At four minutes past eleven on the next Friday night, the four girls made their way to the obscured door and out to freedom. There was a flash of light from a vehicle in a nearby lane. There was a car waiting whose driver took them directly to an apartment in the nearest town.
"I thought we were going to a disco," Amanda complained.
"Not tonight, Mandy," replied Lisa, "that's tomorrow, Saturday. We're just meeting the guys here tonight."
Apparently the girls had acquired boy friends already. The one lined up for Mandy had become fed up so the fellows had provided a replacement.
Inside the apartment they introduced themselves. Dave was Ann's friend; Harry was with Lisa, Johnny with Jennifer and a young black lad called Banda had been chosen for Mandy.
Amanda immediately had a vision of her parents in uproar at the very idea of her and a black man. But there was a rebellious streak in her. Why shouldn't she have a black boy friend if she wanted?
Some music was being played and the couples danced and drank vodkas for the next hour. They also chatted a lot. Mandy found out that Banda had lost his parents in some African tribal warfare and had been adopted as a small boy by a Swiss couple. He spoke excellent French, German and English.
After a while Mandy noticed Johnny and Jennifer in an intimate heap on a settee. Not only were they giving each other 'French' kisses, but he had his hand inside her blouse, caressing her tits as she stroked the growing bulge in his groin. Mandy looked away, slightly embarrassed, only for her eyes to alight on the pretty English brunette, Ann, with her hand in the unzipped fly of young Dave. He meanwhile had unbuttoned her dress at the back and was struggling to unhook her bra. Mandy mused briefly on what reaction Ann's father, a member of the British House of Lords would think if he could see what his daughter was up to now.
Banda kissed her. Mandy rather liked the taste of his mouth on hers. And the slight musky smell of him. She wasn't sure she wanted to go further but what the other girls were getting up to had made her feel horny. Also she didn't want to feel left out or be branded a spoilsport. The amount of drink also had its effect on her, lowering her inhibitions.
So when Banda gently started to stroke her breasts, she responded by rubbing the bulging erection he made no effort to conceal. Over Banda's shoulder she could see that Jennifer was on her back on the settee, her legs wrapped round Johnny's waist, He was thrusting convulsively into her. Mandy realised that her pretty American colleague was being well lubricated by her boy friend and wasn't too surprised that her own panties were getting very wet!
Then she caught sight of Ann kneeling in front of Dave with his cock in her mouth. And she seemed to be enjoying herself! Harry had his hand up Lisa's skirt caressing her through her panties, while she, smiling broadly at his attentions, had pulled his cock out of his jeans and was working it up to a grand stiff state with her hand.
Banda had made Mandy's nipples stand out. He unbuttoned her blouse and she helped him take it off. Then she pulled his T-shirt off. She just wanted to see how black his skin looked. She was pleased to see his chest was very black and smooth, with no trace of hair.
Mandy had a dread of hairy-chested men. She lifted her bottom allowing Banda to pull her panties off. She saw that Lisa had followed Jennifer in going all the way with her boy. Mandy was convincing herself that this sort of thing was fine, even the norm these days. She certainly didn't want to be the odd one out.
She whispered to Banda,
"Please don't hurt me. I'm still a virgin."
Banda smiled at her. He was flattered and amazed at being allowed to take this lovely young girl's maidenhead. He would do all he could to satisfy her. Her panties had felt wet when he pulled them off her and he reinforced that by massaging her between the legs with his left hand, while he caressed her tits, one after the other with the right.
Encouragingly, she reached down and fondled his cock.
