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
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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?"
