Just over a year had passed since I lost my virginity at the Valentine's and Victory Party in Justin Cotswold's flat. I'd had unprotected sex with more guys than I could count. I was living my best life.
Lying on my back with my legs spread had become my favourite hobby. Dancing and cheerleading now came second. I had managed to stay on the cheer team and keep my college scholarship by the skin of my teeth. My 34DD curves opened doors for me with most guys, including the coaches.
I was a nineteen-year-old slut. Everyone knew.
My best friend Tiffany had been kicked out of college and off the cheer team when she got pregnant. She had got pregnant after she lost her virginity to Craig, an old bloke in his thirties from the estate. He'd fucked her in a back alley at the Valentine and Victory party for our football team.
Craig denied the baby was his, but he hung around the flat to have sex with Tiffany all the time.
The town gossips were scandalised. Craig already had seven children, including Tiffany's, by various women around town.
Rumours spread about us, but we didn't care. My Nan told me that the old ladies at bingo said Tiffany was a 'cheap tart'. That's a direct quote.
The council had given Tiffany a flat in a tower block. I stayed there more than at my Nans. We called it The Passion Pad. I wanted a flat like Tiffany, and I was going to get one.
I wanted my own flat, somewhere I could call my own. I'd been shunted around enough. I loved my nan, but I didn't want to live with her forever.
All I wanted was a flat like Tiffany's.
The baby went to live with Tiffany's mum after six weeks. Tiffany got a job in a local strip club, just cleaning in the daytime. We were always broke and trying to scratch rent money at the last minute.
I was getting desperate for cash. Cheerleading and college didn't buy booze and cigarettes. Or pay for a flat.
Since Tiffany had got the job at the strip club, she had talked nonstop about stripping herself; she wanted to do the 'live sex shows' where guys paid big money. She constantly told me how much money I could make if I auditioned.
We had drunken, rowdy parties in Tiffany's council flat every weekend. The following weekend was the league final, and Tiffany had the team over. We were planning on having a wild time with the guys, but not an orgy, just a bit of topless fun and a few blow jobs.
Tiffany had sex with two guys at the last footy party, and she'd loved it. I'd watched it, and I thought it looked rough. The guys were both grunting and using her holes.
"You need to get pregnant, Jez. If you had a baby, you'd get your own flat like me. Maybe even in my block," Tiffany said as we lay naked on her double bed, sweaty from fingering and licking each other.
"I haven't taken my pill for months, Lee has cum in me loads of times, and I've fucked quite a few other guys," I said as Tiffany's hand moved to my thigh. She gently pulled my legs apart again.
"Maybe you should fuck more guys. You should fuck them at the same time; you know you'd love it, you slut," Tiffany laughed.
I needed my pussy creampied. Properly. By a real man. That's how I would get pregnant.
"Why don't we play strip shots at the party and get the lads all turned on. I bet you'd get gang banged then!" Tiffany said.
"I don't think I want to get gang-banged at a party," I replied, but the naughty idea did turn me on.
"I know you'd love to have your pussy licked in front of everyone. Craigs coming. He'll get you pregnant. He's got super sperm," Tiffany laughed.
I decided Tiffany was right; if having sex with one guy wasn't getting me pregnant, maybe I should have sex with more than one guy at the same time.
The league cup final party would be good, as long as my team had the big win.
Luckily for me, the boys triumphed, and that's when it got wild, and things went way too far.
Any situation can be turned into an opportunity.
~XXX~
It was Saturday night, the music in Tiffany's flat was booming, and the drinks were flowing.
It was another triumphant win for the footy team I did cheerleading for. There were at least ten, maybe fifteen, guys at Tiffany's flat early in the evening. Everyone was in a celebratory mood. It was mainly lads from my team. Some guys from Tiffany's block of flats were standing around drinking beer. Some estate lads I knew were sniffing coke.
The guys never brought girlfriends over to Tiffany's flat. I noticed Justin, who'd smashed my V Plate out of me, hadn't bought Gabrielle Clerk, his girlfriend and cheer team captain. I guessed he wouldn't want me to say I'd seen him tomorrow when Gabrielle and I would be at practice.
Plenty of potential baby daddy's there to creampie my tight teen hole.
Lee was sitting on a chair opposite. My on/off boyfriend, he knew I was a complete slut. He was older than me, in his twenties, and already going in and out of prison. We were in an off period after he fucked Jenny Smith behind my back.
I slammed my tequila shot glass down and pulled my top up, exposing my 34DD, nineteen-year-old boobs. Tiffany leaned over and squeezed a lime into my mouth. Her long black hair brushed in my lap. She licked my exposed nipple and jiggled my boobs around. We both giggled, and I saw Lee rearrange his trousers. He was getting hard. I left my tits hanging out.
Craig was watching and rubbing his crotch, too. After she gave birth, Tiffany was super horny and started going with him all the time again. He was a dirty old perv from the estate. Everyone knew he was the baby's dad, but he didn't admit it. I cringed inside.
Justin was watching me, and Anthony, who played midfield, was pretending not to stare at my big boobs. I'd had them both already.
The mood, as always, was sexually charged.
"You're turn," I said, giggling and pulling the hem of Tiffany's top. She slammed her drink back and yanked her top up over her head. Staring at her and slamming another shot, I pulled mine all the way off.
"Whey, Hey," yelled Justin, spilling beer on the stained carpet.
Tiffany and I sat topless, in just our panties, giggling and sucking limes after the tequila.
Tiffany's brown breasts had grown huge when she was pregnant, and now they were a bit bigger and droopier than before. A lot bigger than her previous pert 32Cs. I liked her body more now she was cuddly, like a real woman.
"Next shot, knickers off, girls," Craig said, leering at us.
I licked my lips seductively and stared at Craig. He came to Tiffany's every weekend, sniffing around all the girls. Craig was a filthy old perv. He made me cringe. Tiffany liked the dirty old creep.
"How about we just take our panties off now," Tiffany said as she started to pull her knickers down. She was really drunk already. Craig leered at her bare body. She pulled her little black thong down and threw it on the floor.
I didn't feel drunk enough to take my knickers off yet. So I slammed another shot down as Craig came and sat behind me. He was getting touchy. I felt repulsed.
I played delaying tactics, but as I got more drunk, the crowd at the party thinned down. I started to feel comfortable with Craig touching me. He had hands everywhere like an old, perverted octopus.
