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April, Slut - 2
by Julian (ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com)

***

April, a beautiful fourteen year old smart black girl, 
discovers she likes cock... lots of it. (mf-teens, 
youths, voy, inc, intr, mast, oral, anal, orgy)

***

Time passed...

Skating down the street that leads toward the baseball 
field, April savored the ache she felt between her 
legs. Like rubber bands that had been stretched well 
and then released, all her muscles rebounded with the 
tingling sensation of life, especially the strong 
muscles of her inner thighs. She had spread her young, 
supple legs wide to the force of life and it had rushed 
into her and pulsed inside her and filled her. And now 
some of it was dribbling out. She shielded herself 
beside the first convenient tree and used some Kleenex 
she had taken from Damon’s bathroom to stuff between 
the tender lips of her pussy.

There were boys at the ball field and she paused to 
look at them. Each one was subject now to a more 
sophisticated evaluation by the adolescent girl than 
they would have been just yesterday. 

That one was probably seventeen and he was still too 
gawky. That other one was too skinny. And in fact a lot 
of them were pretty ordinary. But that one, over there, 
now that was a hot number! Look at the way he moved. 
Look at the nice long fingers. And his beautiful strong 
legs; she’d like to have those wrapped tight around 
her. She knew his name was Aaron and she hoped he had a 
big dick. She skated away. Each flex of her adorable 
little ass proclaimed her new desire: "fuck me" it 
said. In fact, even when still it spoke in four letter 
words.

***

Meanwhile, the boys had cleaned themselves up, pulled 
on trunks, and headed for the beach. The cloud cover 
was beginning to lighten and the breeze was dying down. 
The low pressure was moving northeast rapidly, out into 
the Atlantic. 

The water was warm and they swam and played about 
casually, but both were more quiet than normal, and a 
little pensive. It wasn’t the fact that he had just 
fucked his cousin -- incest, Alex realized. What had 
him thoughtful was the ease with which the deed was 
done. April hadn’t been fucked before, that was clear, 
but the way she had slurped up his dick, the way she 
had bent over to take it up the ass, well, she wasn’t 
like any other girl he had screwed. April was more like 
a little whore. He hadn’t had to coax her to do 
anything and in fact she pretty much took the lead. 

And then there was Damon. Handsome Damon. He had liked 
the feel of Damon’s hands when he applied the oil. He 
remembered thinking how beautiful Damon looked with his 
head between her legs and his glowing golden body 
stretched across the bed. And Damon actually had his 
mouth on Alex’s cock and balls as Alex was fucking 
April. Wild! 

But the problem was, he and April went to the same 
school and Alex didn’t know how these new events would 
change things there. True, she would be a sophomore and 
he a senior and they each had their own friends, but it 
could get complicated.

Damon was preoccupied with his thoughts also. It was so 
fine, he thought, to watch April slide up and down 
Alex’s big rigid dick. All of it disappeared deep 
inside her and when it emerged he couldn’t help but 
lean forward and lick his friend’s shaft. And when he 
eased his own cock up the girl’s asshole he could 
actually feel his friend’s cock inside there too. 
Damon’s only regret was that he hadn’t sucked Alex 
himself, and as they lay side by side on the sand, 
these thoughts caused an erection in his tight 
swimsuit. It was now only a matter of time, he knew, 
before he would seduce Alex.

Neither had spoken for some time when Damon said simply 
and quietly, "I always wanted to fuck April."

Some kind of grunt sound came from Alex, which they 
both took to mean, "doesn’t everybody want to fuck 
her?"

***

By now April had reached the beach, but about a mile or 
so to the east of where the two boys were. She got out 
of her skates and used a convenient drift wood log as a 
pillow. Her body was still reverberating with her 
recent orgasm; she was aware of the slight sting in her 
cunt and the very exquisite throb of pleasure in her 
asshole. Amazing, it was just amazing, and more than a 
little shocking to her that a very short time ago she 
had a boy’s cock in her mouth, a cock up her ass, and 
one in her cunt. She looked at the clouds breaking 
apart to reveal blue sky, and she formally pronounced 
the words to herself: "I am no longer a virgin."

The sky was brightening and the clouds were getting 
whiter and lighter. "A pussy" she whispered softly to 
herself. "A fucked pussy."

Her muscles absorbed the warmth of the sand under her. 
She let her back sink into it and opened her legs 
slightly. Within the new sensations down there between 
her legs she noticed nevertheless something was 
missing. Not her cherry, forgodsakes and good riddance. 
It was something lower down and more basic: it was an 
absence of muscle tension. 

She now realized she had been going around — how long 
had it been? — with her thigh muscles slightly 
clenched, as if to resist having he legs opened against 
her will; in other words, to resist being raped. But 
she hadn’t been raped, she had been fucked silly, and 
it was her own choice. The realization made her muscles 
even slacker, and she melted more into the sand.

When she awoke her heart was beating very contentedly. 
The sky was almost all blue now and the light breeze 
across the beach was warm and soothing. She lay for 
awhile listening to the small, thin and far off sounds 
that voices make at the beach. The laughter of the 
children, the calls of the adults blended with the hiss 
of the surf made her feel at ease and safe. 

Well, not completely. Almost everyone around her was 
white. She was black, young, a teenager. But... Things 
were getting better weren’t they? She might even marry 
one of them, who knows? She wondered if white boys had 
big dicks. In the meantime, she had all the dick she 
wanted.

***

Aaron had noticed April stop outside the ball field 
fence to gaze at the boys for a few minutes. Aaron was 
always aware of April. She was one of his best jerkoff 
fantasies. He was sixteen and had his hand around his 
cock at least once everyday. He usually pulled his 
prick at night in bed, but there were some days he just 
couldn’t wait for night. Today was one of those days, 
and it was because April had stopped to watch. He had 
gotten a hard-on soon after she arrived, and it would 
not quit. 

The little bitch had a gorgeous body. He always watched 
her when she was around: her long black lashes over 
almond eyes, her long neck and light skin. It enflamed 
him just to look at her firm tits and nipple buttons 
under the fabric, and the way her pussy was molded by 
the lycra shorts. And when she was in front of him his 
cock tingled because he could almost feel how the deep 
cleft between her ass checks would caress his rod, and 
how he would come. It was getting up the courage, not 
his dick, that was the problem.

But right now he had to jerkoff. That’s why he 
separated himself from the game and drifted to the far 
end of right field. There was a small cinderblock shed 
there low to the ground. It had been used years ago to 
store equipment when there was a minor league team on 
the island, and the door was missing, but it provided 
enough privacy that now the kids used it to smoke and 
suck each other off. 

Aaron went to the darkened far corner, tossed down his 
glove and shirt, unhitched his belt and pushed down his 
shorts and underpants. When he was this hot sometimes 
just this action alone was enough to make he spurt. He 
knew the rest of the boys would figure what he was up 
to since most of them had put the shed to exactly the 
same use, but he knew he’d be finished quickly and 
didn’t care.

***

On the beach, April’s more run of the mill bodily 
demands asserted themselves. She was starving like 
crazy! She must have been asleep for hours. Mid-
afternoon no one would be home. She could sure do with 
a burger or two from Caesar's. But she was at the wrong 
end of the beach for that. Unless...

If she cut through some woods across the beach road 
really carefully she could get their pretty quick. She 
was still comfortable there on the sand and could stay, 
except for her stomach. Really, she thought, what more 
do people really have a need to do except eat, shit, 
and fuck? Life didn’t have to be so friggin' 
complicated.

She raised herself with some effort, brushed of, flung 
the skates over her shoulder, and set out.

Actually, April was destined never to have that burger. 
Not that day. Beyond the road a short distance and 
hidden by the woods, was a paved bike path she needed 
to cross. She was going to fuck up her white socks 
doing this, but she was too hungry to care 

After crossing the road she stepped around lightly and 
started looking for a clear way deeper into the woods. 
That’s just when her eye caught a flash of red. She was 
far enough from the bike path to assume she was alone, 
but there was something, or someone in there with her. 
She froze.

No one seemed to be around. There was no sound, none 
except the innocent sounds of a summer’s day. But then 
she did notice, maybe fifty feet away, in front of her 
on the right, some blue, some purple, and some 
movement. Then, shit, she understood.

Somebody, a white person, was over there, not too far 
away, and was naked, and there was more than one of 
them. 

"Shit!" April thought, all senses alert. 

She also thought she should get the hell out of there 
and leave the white folks do whatever their crazy asses 
were doing. Maybe they were just taking a piss, or 
whatever, but maybe they were up to no good and a young 
black girl alone in the woods would not stand a chance 
against a bunch a whites. She ought to get her fucked 
black ass out of there before it got fucked in a nasty, 
bad way. But if they were up to no good April couldn’t 
just walk away, she had to see what was going on. Her 
teenage imagination was kicking in. Maybe they even 
murdered someone! 


Whatever was going on was absorbing the whites’ total 
attention and April was able to creep ever so slowly, 
ever so quietly, closer. It took a while, but she got 
near enough to see the action and still, she was sure, 
stay well hidden. And damn, the action was hot!

There were three of them. Two pretty young women and a 
cool dude, and though they seemed old to April they 
were college age, maybe twenty or twenty-two. The women 
were very buff, with beautiful breasts, and the guy was 
rather well made himself, athletic, and he had a tight 
ass. His face was buried in the one girl’s cunt, and 
the other girl was under him, sucking on his cock.

April smiled to herself. "Well!", she thought, "some 
white guys have big ones".

Her instinct told her to back out of there and get 
away. But having engaged in the very same act for the 
first time just a short while ago, April’s curiosity 
about the mechanics wouldn’t let her leave. It was a 
beautiful sight, actually, the way these bodies were 
connected. Fucking: an odd thing, but such a wonderful 
thing. The animal nature of it was a powerful thing to 
see. So stimulating. April’s hand went down to her 
crotch and began a light, very gentle massage. 

The three that she was watching had ridden their bikes 
to this spot: that bit of red she first spotted was one 
of the bikes. The girl getting her cunt eaten had lay 
back on the thick cushion of soft pine needles and was 
holding her legs up and wide open, knees bent. He was 
on his hands and knees, so he only had to thrust 
slightly to run his dick into the other girl’s mouth. 
She in turn was stretched out on the ground with her 
head between his knees. All three of them were making 
small cooing sort of sounds.

It all looked very delicious to April, and she got an 
idea of what she must have looked like with the boys 
just a short time ago.

***

That evening April had a quite dinner with her mother. 
Sally Henderson looked a little more closely at her 
daughter that evening. She seemed to sense, in a way 
that mothers know these things, that it had been a big 
day for April, that something important had occurred. 
Sex was the first thought in Sally’s mind. April was 
one stunning girl and her mother was proud of her, but 
also worried. Long ago she had made sure April knew how 
to keep from getting knocked up. But sex itself wasn’t 
the issue for her mother. 

April, she felt, was old enough to get laid if she 
wanted it. And besides, in high school Sally herself 
had all the young cock she had needed and not to allow 
April some freedom now would be hypocritical. But she 
knew April probably magnetized the sperm in the balls 
of every man who had a heartbeat and was within a mile 
of her daughter. Rape is what worried Sally. She had 
told April a number of times not to wear such sexy, 
tight clothing and never to get herself alone and 
isolated with someone she didn’t know. 

Each time, April would patiently reassure her mother 
that she was always, always very careful, and that she 
liked to wear the clothes she wore (because [this part 
unspoken] she liked being a cock-tease). Finally, what 
also had to be taken into account is that her girl was 
also an excellent student at the private school she 
attended. April was an A plus student, well spoken and 
poised, was well liked by teachers, and was winning 
awards for her work. 

She was a leading student to which other students 
deferred. She played on the volleyball and the baseball 
teams. She worked hard on the school newspaper and did 
volunteer jobs. She was articulate and forward and all 
the adults who knew her felt April had prospects for a 
bright future and would go far. Lenient and indulgent 
by nature, Sally couldn’t bring herself to be too 
strict with the child.

After dinner April called her friend Cali, another 
maximum beauty, and asked her to come over so they 
could get ice cream, then walk to the park. They had to 
talk, April said, she had something important to tell 
Cali that just couldn’t wait. April had to tell someone 
right away even though she was certain her friend 
wouldn’t believe her story.

Cali is fifteen and an island friend. A youth like 
April, all tits and ass in shape, she could be mistaken 
for the younger sister of the pop singer Lauryn Hill. 
Cali exudes the same degree of sexuality as does April. 
The two had become friends because Cali mentioned one 
day she liked to write poems. 

This impressed the younger girl so much she asked if 
she could read one of them. Cali took her to her house 
and in her room read a poem about a far away place in 
which a sweet princess was sad at the death of the pear 
tree, under which she had been born. It made April cry 
and Cali was so moved by April’s reaction she hugged 
her, and they kissed.

They went for the ice cream. As usual, Cali brought her 
dog Pete, and they found the perfect bench—their 
favorite—where they could watch the boys, look out over 
the sea, and still be seen by anyone who cared to 
notice two young, hot, spermy brown-skinned chicks.

As soon as they were settled, April launched into the 
story, telling in great detail what had happened and 
how she felt. Finally, she said that watching the white 
dude with white girls had turned her on and though she 
felt scared discovering them she wished she had been a 
part of it. Cali was skeptical about the story, 
nevertheless she pressed April for more and more 
details. Through the long telling of it Pete the dog 
keep nuzzling his wet nose into Cali’s crotch, no doubt 
because he could smell her becoming aroused. Goddamn 
Pete! He couldn’t wait until bedtime, the little pig.

The story April was definitely, positively not going to 
tell Cali was about Alex. She wasn’t about to risk 
having to share Alex with any competition. And beside, 
she liked the idea of feeling a little bit superior to 
her friend, even though she was a year younger. 

But child, let me tell you this: April’s little musk 
melon ass would have fallen right off that bench if she 
had known the truth—that Cali in fact had been sucking 
off Alex for, what was it now, a third summer—which 
means she was a tender twelve years old the first time 
it happened! Cali had swallowed so much sperm from Alex 
she was worried she might start growing hair on her 
face.

***

That night in bed Cali relived the story she heard from 
April while the ever faithful Pete used his long juicy 
tongue on her swollen hot clit, just as he had been 
well trained to do from puppyhood.

As April lay in her own bed awaiting sleep, she 
reflected on the day’s events. Well, now. First off, 
she was no longer a virgin. Second, sex was terrific. 
Thirdly, if sex was so good, why did adults seem to 
always act weird about? Sex was everywhere you looked 
around: on television, movies, in the songs and 
magazines, clothes, and ads she saw and books she read, 
so it should be all right, right? 

It looked like fun. But from what she could see, the 
adults seemed to think sex was some mysterious, 
difficult thing that kids needed protection from, as if 
kids her age weren’t supposed to have a sex life and 
had to be protected because sex was really not fun. Not 
fun for them! They almost acted like it was bad. It 
made no sense. At school, for instance, she could get 
condoms, but was not allowed to look at pornography on 
the internet. 

For April, what made sense was this: her body was ready 
for sex so it must be the right time, otherwise what 
was it for? It really was fucked up and made her wonder 
if adults really knew what they were doing, not only 
with sex, but a lot of other things as well.

Alex, before climbing into his bed had washed, and was 
now checking himself out in front of the full length 
mirror in the bathroom. His naked body glowed with 
health. Not extraordinarily vain about his body, Alex 
nevertheless did appreciate himself whenever the 
occasion arose. And on this occasion the thing he 
appreciated most arose very prominently, stiff and 
round, between his legs. He knew that his dick was big, 
that was certain. It wasn’t an unsightly monster, it 
was just... well... large. 

What he liked most was its beautiful proportions and 
the way it dangled when soft. The way, when it went 
rigid, the head gleamed, and how when he squeezed his 
groin muscles the head flared even bigger. It looked 
like a well handled tool, a golden brown object 
burnished with years of care from loving hands. He had 
had his hands around it ever since he could remember; 
it was one of his earliest memories. Lately, it seemed 
as though many other hands were getting around it. The 
thought of April made him go fully rigid. Then Damon. 

Then he remembered the girls who used to suck him off 
last summer. And before that, the first girl he fucked. 
And before that, the queer guy who used to blow him in 
the back seat of his car. And even before that, the 
teacher, a young woman, who used to feel him up during 
the play rehearsals in ninth grade and got him so hot 
he would excuse himself to go squirt off in the boys’ 
room. He ran the palms of his hands over his smooth ass 
and thrust his hips forward. Yes, he thought, they sure 
love Alex and his body, especially the dangly thing 
between his legs, don’t they? They sure loved to get 
their hands on his rod.

Meanwhile, Damon was fast asleep, the stiffy between 
his legs tenting out his mother’s percale sheets 
against the summer moonlight.

***

April stayed out of sight the next day, Friday. 

But by Saturday she was ready for Alex again, and she 
knew just where to find him. Weekends, Alex worked at 
the Oak Bluffs Amusement Arcade. It opened at eleven, 
but he had to be there by nine to mop the floors, wipe 
off any cup rings from the tops of the pinball machines 
and make shine the things that should shine for the 
customers who would drop hundreds of quarters through 
the slots of amusement machines each day. 

The rest of the day the humpy teen gave out change and 
enjoyed himself greatly with the girls and women who 
flirted with him. More than a few times an older woman 
had pinched his ass or brushed her tits against him, 
and the boldest had rubbed his crotch. Mostly white 
girls and women. The beach made everyone hot, even when 
the sun didn’t shine.

The room smelled of old wood and cardboard. April led 
Alex to the far end, by a little window. It had a 
couch, the very place, April surmised, where her mother 
got fucked. There was a small table and a few random 
old wooden chairs, scores of cardboard boxes and a 
small bookcase upon which sat a small black-and-white 
television and a tabletop refrigerator. 

The room was used mostly to store things and April had 
been here before. It was next to Tom Stafford’s office, 
which April used to visit when little. Stafford was the 
owner of the Arcade and April’s mother had worked for 
him nearly eight years. These two rooms on the second 
floor were connected by a wide hallway which contained 
some file cabinets, and a desk at which Sally worked 
when she did the books. 

April sat on the couch and Alex stood in front of her. 
She could see he already had an erection. She carefully 
unzipped his jeans, pushed them down, and started to 
suck him off.

"You know," she said softly, "I didn’t get enough of 
this the other day. You shot so fast!" She was dressed 
in old faded cut-off jeans, her snuggest pair, and a 
white sleeveless blouse, also snug, under which 
operated the sheerest, most transparent and sexiest 
bra. The effect of the bra was to just barely hold her 
wonderful breasts in place while enhancing the profile 
of her erect nipples, letting them show through the 
blouse.

"Yeah," sighed Alex, "I was way too... you know, 
damn... you’re hot April..." he panted as she began to 
slide her moist tongue all round the large head of his 
cock, "you were like, just... like a little... ah, 
dog... really... ready to get fucked!" He stopped 
himself from saying bitch. As it was, he was afraid he 
had insulted her with what he did say. He looked down, 
a little apprehensive.

His cousin looked up at him with her beautiful doe 
eyes. There was no expression on her face except one of 
utter bliss. "Woof doggie doggie, woof!" she replied, 
and gave him the cutest, beguiling smile, then went 
back to her slurping.

Alex just threw his head back and chuckled. It was 
going to be a busy summer, indeed.

She got a good long time on his rod that day. Both of 
them were much calmer than they were the first time. 
She was able to concentrate on her technique now, and 
to try different tongue movements and nibbles. They 
discovered they both liked it when she licked the 
underside of his balls. Alex showed her how to squeeze 
gently to make the skin taught over his balls and then 
apply her lips and tongue to the extra sensitive skin. 

She loved the way her young athletic cousin smelled 
between his legs. It sent her into a sexual rapture to 
imagine he was her stallion and it was her job to take 
care of him. She spread her legs wide and began to rub 
her labia through her jeans, a film of perspiration 
glazing her forehead. 

She now moved to concentrate on his dickhead, 
increasing the pressure of her lips and tongue and 
rubbing the glans on the roof of her mouth. Before long 
Alex started to moan and show signs he was ready to 
shoot. He warned her, then grabbed her ponytail to hold 
her head tight against him. This time she was ready. 
Alex’s large penis was stretching her mouth, but she 
nevertheless tried to jam the head of it down her 
throat. 

This action pushed him to the final level and he pumped 
four long jets of semen into her. She broke away and 
fell backward, trying to jam a finger up into her cunt 
despite her jeans, all the while whimpering and tasting 
his jism and rolling it on her tongue. She motioned him 
to bend down and they kissed with open mouths, Alex 
able to taste the warm sperm that had been inside him 
only moments ago.

They recovered after a short rest. She had reached a 
peak but hadn’t actually come. Alex’s remark about 
being a dog still excited her. They quickly stripped 
out of their clothes and the girl leaned over the back 
of the couch, her smooth golden ass offered to the boy.

"Fuck me like I’m a dog!" she declared. "Stick your 
dog-dick in me," she demanded, stressing the word with 
guttural sounds.

Alex was excited by the image, and his cock, which had 
softened slightly, now regained it’s full rock hard 
stiffness. She snuggled down into the cushions to be 
more ready for his weight.

If April was the golden retriever, he was the sleek 
black Doberman, his member dripping with natural 
lubrication. He put it where she wanted it and began to 
push in. She was incredibly wet and also incredibly 
tight. He had only a few inches into her when he 
encountered strong resistance and for a moment thought 
it would be a repeat of the first time, when they had 
to stop because it hurt so much. But suddenly his young 
cousin opened up and gave way and being so wet this 
time his whole dick now slid up into her quickly, 
causing him to moan and she to gasp with the sudden 
pleasurable invasion. 

Her 110 pound frame looked delicate next to her 
cousin’s bigger body, the same sleek body quietly 
admired by many girls on the football field of their 
school. For not just a few white girls at school it was 
very stimulating to think of a black dick against their 
extra virgin, pampered Caucasian pussy. So naughty, so 
dirty... so dangerous, and so delicious! The forbidden 
fruit was therefore all the more the object of desire 
for many more virgins than Alex could guess. Any one of 
them would have traded places with April instantly. 

The ripple of burnished muscles along Alex’s back and 
shoulders and ass grew stronger as she loosened to him 
more. Still, though, his cock was gripped tight, a hot 
and strong clenching juvenile embrace between the two 
of them. He began small in and out movements. The 
morning light gaining in the window bathed their smooth 
taught bodies in a golden color.

Yes, she thought, they were like two young dogs because 
they just had to fuck, it was their instinct and their 
right, and, jesus, she could now feel his heavy balls 
slap against her labia as he began to thrust with 
greater and greater force. And then there was that 
other thought. The one that wouldn’t go away and that 
she in fact liked and which finally pushed her up to 
the highest hottest level of her young life: she was 
being fucked, and fucked real hard, right in the same 
place where her own mother got her own fucking. 

Right here is where her mother got dick in her, right 
in the same cunt from which she was born fourteen years 
ago. 

As her orgasm took over and she crumbled down into a 
panting, crying heap, Alex furiously pumped his big, 
slick, and hard dick into her and shot a second strong 
load.

To be continued? 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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