Some involve sex, some don't, everyone is different, but everyone is 100% true. Enjoy my first story.It was the month of April 1996. I was 16 at the ...ime, and I looked like a real thug. Shaved head, baggy clothes, gold, and had a goatee. By no means, the most attractive guy around. I'm sure a lot of girls thought of me as dirty back then, but I didn't do terribly with girls real early. My first girlfriend dumped me, and my third girlfriend (1995) left me because I didn't know what she meant. .. Oh hi! Is everything okay? ... Ah, that's good."Cori whispered, "Who is it?"Aunt Joan mouthed the word, "Terri." "What was that, honey? ... Oh, that was so sweet of her to invite youover. Does her mother know? ... I see. Will there be any other girls? ...And what about boys? ... Okay, that sounds all right. It looks like bothof my girls will be at sleepovers tonight. When you get there, I wantyou to give me a call and ask her mother to talk to me. ... You'rewelcome, hon. Just don't forget. Amy had several types of clamps at home, but had decided on theclover clamps. Not only were they small and so more painful. If someone orsomething pulled at them. They became tighter. The weights Amy had brought withher would ensure they would pull on the clamps. And trap her nipples eventighter than normal. Amy tried walking around the clearing, but the plug, vibe and now thetit vice and clamps, meant that every step cause a pain of some sort. She knewthat once she was finished, she was going. “Hey look at this! The slut’s got a dildo in her!” One of the black guys yelled, pointing to my pink buttplug poking out of my ass. Roars of laughter and surprise filled the room. The black guy with the ten inch cock walked to one end of the couch for me to suck his cock. Kneeling on the couch, I bent over and began to play with his cock. It was frighteningly long and wide. Putting both of my hands on it only covered the shaft, so I started sucking on the head while moaning in pleasure. I spat.