I couldn't believe what I had heard.
My head was swimming. The last few days had been a complete rollercoaster of events, changing everything. All my priorities in life, everything I thought was important to me... it was all turned upside down.
It had started when I had bumped into "Hairy" Harold and teased him a little for old time's sake by getting security called on him - he'd spent the night in jail after I made everyone think he was soliciting me. He'd wanted to show me his new computer program (some "Master PC" thing?) but I couldn't let people see us talking together.
Then my friend Charlotte had knocked on my door, saying she'd had the best sex of her life - a thirteen-hour marathon fuckfest... with Harold.
Last night, I had gone to a party and somehow ended up sucking Harold off in the bathroom... after my boyfriend Chad gave him permission!
This morning, Chad had finally proposed to me.
This afternoon, Harold had waltzed into the women's locker room right before the big game and taken two of the cheerleaders away for a threesome.
And now, at the after-game beach party, Harold had shown up again. He sat on a throne by the fire, lording over the rest of us. We'd had a blowjob competition, and I had cum while Harold felt my tits while my boyfriend - no, fiancé - Chad watched.
And even after all of that, it was nothing compared to what I had just heard.
I couldn't believe it.
My throat spit was still wet on Harold's magnificent cock, making it glisten in the light of the bonfire. I had gotten wet while sucking him, obviously - what woman could be in proximity of a man's fuckstick like that and not start dripping?
Harold had made Chad check I was wet and then announce it to the crowd (all the other guys had been sent away, so it was just Chad, me, and my friends and girls from the cheer squad). Then he'd asked why a woman got wet, and Chad had been the first to answer: "A woman gets wet when she's ready for sex."
My girlfriends and I started at Chad a moment, open mouthed. Did he not realize what he was saying? Didn't he know he was practically suggesting Harold move on from blowjobs to sex? Why would he give Harold the idea of having sex?
"That's right, Chad," Harold said. "A woman's pussy gets wet to get her ready for sex. For a hard cock to enter her, to pound her again and again and again, thrusting deep, deep into her until it fills her with cum."
All the girls moaned a little at the image. We were all staring at Harold, transfixed. He continued speaking to Chad, but it was hard to follow the conversation while his beautiful, angry shaft was still standing proudly in front of me. It was covered in lipstick, lip gloss, and my throat spit. It looked powerful - like a pillar to the power of manhood.
"Say, Chad - do you remember the time you and your pals dropped by the science fair? When I was in the top four of the state?"
Chad nodded glumly. I remembered him telling us about it, and laughing - poor Hairy Harold's little invention, smashed into a thousand pieces. They'd put it back under his tarp, so he hadn't realized it was broken until he was standing in front of the judges. He'd been humiliated.
"Do you remember what you and your goons jeered at me?"
Chad thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No, I don't. That was a long time ago."
"I was just curious. It was something like 'nerds drool, muscles rule,' or something similarly intellectual. Anyway. Come here - you too," he said.
Then he looked at me and crooked his finger. My heart leapt. I eagerly scrambled up to my feet, and then onto his lap again. Harold had me straddle him, as I had before - but this time I was naked. His glorious cock pressed against my pussy lips as I settled into place, sending shivers through my body.
This was it. I was going to lose my virginity.
I lifted myself up and grabbed Harold's rock-hard shaft, aiming it at my entrance, ready to join our bodies together. The head felt enormous - I couldn't believe it was going to fit inside my tight little hole.
"Wait there," Harold ordered when I was at the top, about to force myself down. "Chad, stand behind her."
I felt Chad step behind me as I rested on my knees.
"Candice, you're still wearing a ring," Harold observed. "Tell me about it. When did you get it, what did it mean to you?"
I couldn't understand why he wanted to talk instead of fuck while his dick was literally pressing my pussy lips apart, but I was so eager to please, I wasn't going to argue. My eyes focused back on my hand. I had already given Harold my engagement ring, but I had forgotten about my purity ring.
"Chad gave it to me back in high school. It was a promise to each other, to stay pure for each other until we could get married. It has been a guiding light, a reminder of how to live my life, for years. It symbolizes our love for each other, our unity, and -"
"Throw it in the fire," Harold ordered, interrupting.
Without a pause I turned, pulled it off, and tossed it over Chad's head and into the roaring bonfire. The hot flames immediately engulfed it, making the plastic start to bubble and break. Chad's dick rubbed against me as I turned, pressing just a little harder into me. I whined - I needed it. I had never been so horny in my life.
"Chad, put your hands on her shoulders. You've been a part of her life for so long, it's only right you be a part of her losing her virginity. Go ahead and take a minute, and push her down when you're ready."
Finally, I understood why Harold hadn't let me start fucking him yet. His towering cock was pressing against me, ready to enter at a moment's notice, but he wanted to make Chad be the one to do it. He wanted Chad to betray himself and our relationship, same as I just had by tossing the purity ring.
Chad placed his hands on my shoulders. I heard him take a deep breath, and let it out in a ragged gasp. I wondered if he was about to cry.
A few moments passed in silence. Everyone was watching us in anticipation, waiting to see what would happen. I could feel my pussy juices dripping, no doubt coating Harold's magnificent cock and dripping down toward his succulent balls. I had already cum once on Harold's shaft and we hadn't even fucked yet - I couldn't wait to see what it would finally feel like to do it for real.
Harold flexed his cock, making it twitch in my entrance. I moaned aloud and shifted my hips, desperate for Harold to fuck me.
"Maybe you should encourage him," Harold whispered. "Let him know what you want."
"Oh god, Chad? Do it already - push me down! Push me onto Harold's cock!" I begged.
Chad groaned behind me as I stared Harold in the eyes. I grabbed Harold's hands and brought them up to my perky tits. I was desperate for him to touch me.
"What about us, Candice? Don't you - "
"No," I cut him off. "Whatever you're going to say, no. I need Harold's cock in me. I need it so bad, Chad!"
"Come on, give it to her!" jeered Madison, watching from the side of the fire. "She needs it."
"Harold's dick deserves her, and you don't, loser," called Gabrielle. "It's that simple."
"If you cared about her, you'd give her to a real man," agreed Julie. "Someone who could treat her right."
"Please, Chad. I've never wanted anything more," I whined.
I gyrated my hips, rubbing the head of Harold's dick against the edges of my pussy. He flexed his cock again and we shared a smile. Chad's hands flexed on my shoulders as he listened to the cheer team taunting him.
"Chad, did you really think you could satisfy her?" asked Kim. "She needs a man, not a boy."
"Push her down onto that magnificent fuckstick!"
