MICHELLE

 

I'm not sure why none of the boys liked me but I only had two dates in High School. They happened just after I turned eighteen, and both were with an older boy, Berry, who was tall and popular and played on the basketball team. My friends laughed when I told them.

"Berry called? He is so not you Michelle," Shaun said.

"What do you mean?"

"He likes his girls more developed," she said, cupping her hands around her big breasts and squeezing them.

"And faster," my friend Becky said. "You're going to have to go all the way if you want to hang with Berry."

"Maybe you should try one of the younger boys," Michelle said.

I shook my head and stuck my skinny A Cup breasts in the air. "I'm older than both of you."

"You just need experience," Becky said.

"And better make up, you're so pale," Shaun said.

Of course, my friends were right. I had always had fair skin and it seemed like the only two colors I had were an angry burnt red in the summer and a ghostly white in the winter. My tits were small too, no bigger than they had been when I was twelve. I was skinny and I never seemed to keep weight on. More than once, I heard someone laughing behind my back at my flat chest and flatter ass. I was worried Berry would call it off but when I called him he told me he wanted to date, and that he would pick me up that night.

Berry picked me up in his red Trans Am and before we were even out of the driveway, he had his hands all over me. Berry sighed and complained every time I moved his hand off my leg, telling me to relax and be friendly.

We parked on a secluded tree lined lane by the river. There were paper cups and beer cans scattered around and I knew this must be one of the make out spots that my friends talked about. Berry pulled me into the back seat with him and forced me to sit on his lap. He touched my hair and held my chin while he kissed me. His kisses were soft at first, almost sweet, then he started to force his tongue into my mouth.

"What's wrong, haven't you kissed before?" he asked.

"I'm just nervous," I said.

"Berry has just the thing for nerves little girl," he said. He leaned into the front seat and took a silver flask out of the glove box. Berry unscrewed the cap and handed it to me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Just take a drink," he said.

I sipped at the liquor, shuddering as it burned my throat.

"More," Berry said. "Take a big drink."

This time when I put the bottle to my lips berry put his hand on my head and forced me to drink.

"I feel dizzy," I said.

"You better relax and take it easy," Berry said, sliding me onto the seat next to him and putting my head in his lap.

The car felt like it was spinning, but I was okay in Berry's lap with his hand on my head stroking my hair and telling me how pretty I was. Then Berry rose up and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles, exposing his cock and balls. He pressed my face into his lap and rubbed the head of his dick on my lips. "Why don't you suck it a little?" he asked.

"I'm tired," I said.

"Come on Michelle, don't be a drag," Berry said.

I gave in and opened my mouth, letting him feed me his cock. I closed my lips around it and tried to move my mouth the way I imagined an experienced woman would.

"Easy, watch the teeth," Berry said.

Berry put his hand on the back of my head and forced his hard cock in, until my I had my nose buried in his pubic hair and the end of his shaft bumping the back of my throat. I could not help gagging and I fought to sit up and get his hands off the back of my head so I could breathe. Berry leaned back, pumping his swollen and veiny member. He took my head and pushed it back in his lap. "Let me finish," he said.

"Okay, but don't push so hard, I can't breathe."

Berry stroked my cheek and hair as I put my mouth on him. I tried to relax and keep my mouth open wide, breathing in quick gasps every time his dick left my throat. Berry reached behind me and pushed his hand down the back of my pants. He forced my skinny ass cheeks open and put three fingers in my pussy.

"Ouch, that hurts," I said.

Berry laughed and pushed my face back down, "Don't stop Michelle," he said.

I put my mouth back on him and felt him jam one of his fingers into me as far as he could. He twisted it around, spreading my juices, and then went back to trying to shove all three of them into my tight hole.