Blonde Sasha
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Blonde Sasha and her brunette girlfriend teasing
Girls visit the make-out spot behind the bleachers.
At the start of my senior year in high school just after I turned 18 I became the new girl in school. My mother had been transferred so we had to pack up and move from Manhattan to Pittsburgh. I left behind all my friends and everything I was familiar with. I hadn t been all that popular or even particularly happy in Manhattan but it was home. I dreaded what new humiliations awaited me in Pittsburgh.
I shouldn t have.
I went from being barely tolerable to my peers to being one of the most popular girls in the school. I was pleasantly surprised that there was actually a social cachet to being in honors classes. And my father affectionately remarked that I bloomed over the summer before that year. I figured he was just being nice. But judging from the reactions I was suddenly getting from guys he must have been right. An although I sometimes got some flack for being from New York I generally seemed to be regarded as an authority on what was stylish and cool. One negative word from me and a hairstyle would disappear from the school a positive comment on a skirt and every girl was wearing it next week. I was in Heaven.
I had my pick of cute guys to date. First I went for the obvious ones: I was positively giddy when I went to a dance with the school s quarterback! Me! He asked me out! And danced with me! In public and everything! Of course I let him molest me in his car after the dance. (Okay okay. We took a break in the middle of the dance to make out in his car too. Twice.) We went as far as third base (fingers no tongue unfortunately) but I gave him a not yet when he wanted to go farther. But after the ego boost of a few dates with him and some other stereotypically cool guys I started to think about what I really wanted in a guy both emotionally and sexually. I was smart enough to know that now that I had my pick I could be choosey about what I did and who I gave it up to. I could also tell that I was missing something sexually although I couldn t put my finger on what it was.
The key came one day when I went to the girl s restroom and discovered one girl sniffling as the other girls picked on her. Now having been the one on the receiving end of this treatment it pissed me off majorly to watch it happen to someone else. I shoved a couple of girls out of the way and barked What the fuck are you doing to her?! Knock it off! I put my arm around her and she sniffled into my shoulder while the other girls stared mutely looking cowed by the alpha-bitch but still angry at their victim. Finally one of them stated blankly That slut was fencing. The others nodded significantly like that explained everything.
All I could think was Since when do we have a fucking fencing team?? And why is that pissing them off so much? I asked What do you mean she was ‘fencing ?
A couple of the girls tittered. Oh you don t know about the fence?
No enlighten me. (I noticed the victim burying her face in my shoulder as if ashamed at what was about to be revealed.)
There s a chain link fence out behind the bleachers on the football field. It s hard to see from anywhere else because the bleachers are on one side and there s a line of bushes on the other side of the fence. Boys go hang out there and a few girls go there – slutty girls!. The girls lean back against the fence and grab on to the fence like their hands are tied or something and then … the girl speaking paused smiling and obviously building up the suspense …and then the guys feel them up. The restroom was strangely quiet now. I swear you could hear all the girls breathing deep and slow at the very thought of the fence. She continued The sluts will just hang on to the fence and the guys will switch taking turns with them. They feel up their tits and finger their holes and sometimes one guy will be frenching a girl while another guy is shoving his hand down a girl s panties. And I heard that sometimes the guys even J.O.!
It was still quiet but you could see it on their faces and smell the pheromones in the air. Lust. Raw animal lust. I felt it too. The ache between my legs was familiar but the intensity was greater than I had ever felt before. I swear my knees were trembling slightly.
But I had to decide how this situation was going to be resolved. The girl I had rescued was still holding on to me (like a life preserver). The safest bet for me was to push her away and toss her to the wolves.
Instead I turned to the girl who had just given the long explanation of sluts and the fence. So how come you know so much about the fence huh?
Her hand was caught in the cookie jar and her face showed it. Me?! I dunno. I ve just heard.
Sounds to me like you re pretty interested in the fence. Maybe you re just pissed because no guy has ever wanted to feel you up?
Hey fuck you! Plenty of guys have felt me up!
Snap goes the trap! I raised an eyebrow as I said Plenty of guys huh? The other girls in the pack giggled and started to back off from her like she was infected with uncoolness and they didn t want to catch it.
Well I didn t mean it like that she said turning red.
Maybe you ve never gone to the fence cause you know guys would ignore you and do some other girl who was there.
They would not!
Maybe you don t like guys then. Or maybe you re one of those prisses who doesn t like sex.
Of course I like sex with guys!
So what s your fucking problem with her? I nodded to the girl on my shoulder.
Pause. I dunno. Shrug. I dunno. I just—I m sorry I guess. The pack dispersed.
That night I masturbated frantically images of the fence coming unbidden and relentlessly into my fervid and hormone-fueled imagination.
The next day I was a little worried the restroom incident had cost me cool-points. But I had forgotten one of the basic rules of adolescent life: displays of power make you cooler. Even more girls than usual sucked up to me. And many of them talked – in a largely positive way I noticed—about the fence. What do you think it would be like? some asked wide-eyed. Others confessed: I did it. Once. I felt dirty about it afterwards but it was so hot and now I think about it all the time. Many wanted to know Are you going to do it?
Well it was my job to be the trend-setter wasn t it?
I thought about making an official announcement that I would be in attendance at the fence but then I realized the whole fucking school would be there for the show. I found out what day and time the smallest number of boys were at the fence. (Less chance of the situation getting out of control.) I also found an accomplice: Callie was a girl I was friends with but didn t know terribly well. She moved in the popular crowd but she seemed quiet and thoughtful. More importantly she had approached me and seemed extremely interested in hearing all I knew and thought about fencing. So I said I m going to go. You wanna go with me? It s probably safer if there s two of us. I couldn t read her expression at first. Shock? Fear?
She swallowed hard. Yeah she finally whispered. I ll go with you.
When we rounded the corner we saw about a half dozen guys hanging out trying to act and talk cool the way guys do. They got quiet when they saw us coming. I noticed Callie slouch nervously but I tried to maintain my usual teen-princess bearing. As we got closer we noticed that there was already a girl there. It was just like I imagined it. A guy was making out with her insistently pushing his strong body against her so her back and ass were against the fence. The fence bowed rhythmically in response to his grinding against her. He just grunted and breathed heavily but she occasionally sighed or moaned her hands tightly grasping the fence leaving her body defenseless to him. Fuck it was hot.
I noticed someone had brought a few beers. I asked for a couple and handed one to Callie. As we sipped the beer the guys Callie and I made some of the most inane and incongruous small talk that any human has ever produced.
So hey how s classes going? (My eyes dart to the couple against fence.)
Uh good. Yunno homework sucks and stuff. (He adjusts the jacket he s holding to disguise the boner showing through his jeans.)
You uh going to the concert this weekend? (I pray the wetness between my legs doesn t show through my skirt.)
At the civic center? Yeah definitely. (He glances hungrily at the guy doing the girl.)
I noticed that Callie wasn t even trying to be discreet. She was just staring at the couple making out. Soon all the small talk petered out as the guy at the fence got more daring. He soon had her blouse pulled up and was feeling her tits through only a sexy shear black bra. Then he – oh God she wasn t going to let him was she? Yes she was! – he put his hand under her skirt and slipped it inside her panties. He was fingering her pussy. He was fingering her pussy right in front of all of us. We d all done this before but in the darkness of cars or maybe in a guest bedroom at a party. And always alone. Now we were actually watching someone else doing it. Her eyes opened for a moment and she looked at her audience. Oh God yes she moaned and closed her eyes again.
I thought: You like us watching don t you you little bitch? Makes you hot to have an audience. Yeah…me too. I took a long swig of liquid courage from my beer can then set it down and took Callie s hand leading her over to the fence. Okay guys I announced. You can have five minutes with each of us. Make it good.
Callie and I assumed the position. The fence felt cool and surprisingly firm against my back. Callie was to my right. I locked my left hand into the fence just as this pagan ritual demanded but I reached to my right and took Callie s delicate moist trembling hand in my own. The boys just looked at us for a moment. I wasn t sure whether this was because of fear or because they were just enjoying the sight of two girls submitting to them like this. One guy finally stepped forward and headed toward me quickly followed by another guy who went for Callie.
He pressed me hard into the fence. Pressing hard was obviously part of the ritual too. I immediately felt his insistent erection through his pants and I felt the cream in my pussy gush in response. It was all surreal yet intensely erotic. Our tongues wrestled and I felt an instinct to wrap my arms around him yet I couldn t. I realized that I didn t even know this guy s name. I only vaguely recognized him from school. His hand quickly went to my tit squeezing it through my blouse. His touch was demanding hungry and loveless. In any other context this would seem rude and clumsy but the ritual made it appropriate and infinitely sexy.
Soon we were dry-humping while standing up. The fence gave a helpful bounce back to his every thrust. I realized I could cum just from this. But he wanted more from me. His hand went up my skirt. I was slightly uncertain but my hand was pinned against the fence. I felt his calloused fingers slip into my panties and violate my well-lubricated cunt lips. I groaned with pleasure. God help me but part of the reason I loved it was the just how brutal and loveless and almost anonymous it was.
I looked over at Callie. Her eyes were closed as her guy dry-humped her his face in the nook of her neck. She was lifting her left leg and wrapping it around his ass. She was wearing a skirt so this showed off what very nice legs she had as well as some sexy red panties.
I looked over at the original couple on my other side. He was standing in front of her but he was still and his muscles were rigid. I looked down and saw that his cock was out. Based on my experience it was a damn good-sized one too! The girl was feverishly pumping it with her hand and from his expression he wouldn t last much longer.
I took my hand off the fence and shoved the guy back from me a little his hands slipping off my tit and out of my panties. Okay. Give the other guys a turn.
C mon! he implored.
I knew I had to be tough about this though or things would get out of control. No! Everyone gets a turn.
He reluctantly backed off. I squeezed Callie s hand affectionately but firmly. She awoke from her passion and looked at me. Time to switch guys I said smiling. She nodded dreamily. Then I said to the other guys A couple of you can touch us at the same time if you want. The other guys all moved forward at once and I felt a surge of mixed fear and desire. Two of them got on Callie and two on me.
I felt hands everywhere. I didn t know which belonged to who nor did I care. One hand pawed one tit another one squeezed the other. Hands tugged my panties down to my ankles. Fingers poked and explored the folds of my pussy and fingered my slick hole like they owned it. Someone twisted my head to one side so he could French me. I felt a pair of thighs wrap around my left leg and start to grind against it.
I heard loud moaning to my left so I broke the kiss long enough to look over. The guy getting the hand job was cumming. I saw his jizz spurt in long sticky streams onto the girl s hands. She seemed awed by the sight. Like a magic mantra she intoned On my hand. Cum on my hand. Cum all over my hand. I wonder if she d ever seen a guy spunk in clear lighting before? I hadn t and it was turning me on even more.
I knew I was going to cum any second.
But then something surprising happened. I noticed that one by one the guys were getting off of us. One guy was whispering something in their ears as he coaxed them away. Soon they were all standing in front of us staring ominously. This looked bad.
Hey we want you to do something for us? one guy asked.
What? I said suspiciously.
We want you two to yunno kiss and stuff.
I looked over at Callie. She blushed and looked at her feet. Interesting response I thought. No Ewww! or Gross! or even a giggle. Just blushing and being unable to make eye contact with me. Oh you are too easy to read Callie! I looked back at the guys. What are you gonna give us for it?
He shrugged. What do you want?
$120.
No fucking way! they moaned.
Fine I said. Then I guess we re done here.
Wait! They briefly conferred then I saw them taking out their wallets. The ringleader counted out the money to me. Okay. Now do it.
Cassie was blushing even more than before and still couldn t face me. But her hands were still hanging on the fence. She was submitting to me too. I stood in front of her and kissed her very sweetly on the lips. We don t have to admit we did it I whispered. We ll just say the guys made it up.
Callie glanced nervously at the other girl who by now was making out with another guy. I smiled. I don t think she ll want to be telling everyone about this either. Then I kissed her again more lingeringly. You re so pretty I whispered in her ear. She whimpered and her hips came forward. I moved so my left leg was between her thighs which also put her left leg between mine. I ground her into the fence and she pushed her leg up against my cunt. We were both already horny and wet from the treatment we d been getting from the boys so the experience of fucking another girl for the first time was driving us both mad with lust. We kissed each other passionately but more affectionately than the boys had. I barely knew her before today but I felt so close to her for all we had been though. Her blouse was already untucked and loose. I slipped my hand under it and pushed her bra out of the way. My fingers gently and expertly caressed her tits and nipples. I d never touched another girl s tits before. They were so…soft! God no wonder guys love touching our tits! It must have felt excitingly different for her too to have her tits caressed so gently after the rough way the guys had violated her.
She was starting to push back against me desperately. We both needed to cum so badly! I knew how to push her over the edge. I whispered in her ear so quietly the guys couldn t hear. I like this a lot. You know what I want now? I want to do stuff with you in my bedroom at home. We can lock the door. My parents won t suspect cause you re a girl. We can cuddle and touch and do stuff like this all day. Does that sound good?
Oh god! she moaned almost crying. Yes! Oh please yes!
We were bouncing up and down rapidly now rubbing our hungry pussies against each other s legs. Our skirts were hiking up so I could feel her wet open cunt lips through the sheer fabric of her panties as it slid against my thigh. You know what else I wish? I wish those guys had whipped out their cocks and J.O.-ed all over us. Wouldn t you like that? Wouldn t you like being all covered in their cum?
OHHHHHH FUCK! she screamed.
Knowing that she was cumming against my leg made me cum too. It was a wonderful hard cum the kind where you re hoarse afterward even though you don t remember screaming.
When it was over Callie and I were limp and moist with sweat held up only by the fence that wonderful sexy fence. We slowly pulled apart. Callie was still blushing but she was also smiling at me conspiratorially. We fixed our clothes and put our hair back in place. Then we looked at the guys and they looked at us. I tried to figure out the proper thing to say in this context.
Catch you later! I chirped as I waved.
As we walked away we looked back and saw the girl taking on a third guy as the second one zipped up. I wonder if she even noticed we were there?
As for Callie and I after that day she and I—well that s another story.
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