If I say it, or I say someone said it or did it, it happened. Thank you very much for reading and enjoy my first story, "What's a slut?"Note: My stori...s, although all about me, are not one big story. They are different situations, different girls, and very different time periods in my life, so it is impossible to look at them as just one big story. 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. I was nervous about this, but I wanted a taste."Bend over for me, legs apart," I commanded her, pulling her up to her feet and making her bend at the waist over a few empty crates. My mouth was watering as I hiked her dress up and got to my knees. I could already smell the cum inside her as I got closer, and she moaned as my tongue slid across her pussy lips, tasting the mix of cum and juices, like an aphrodisiac.I ate the creampie from her, and she convulsed and shivered as I swallowed the. She looked good out there and I was glad to see her beauty affirmed by others; It was good for her self-confidence.Our lookout spot was ideal. Zoe and I continued to watch the girls dance. Eager boy was keen to get his hands on my wife, repeatedly putting a hand on her waist or hip. It did not stay long because Karla never stopped dancing. There was no visible indication of objection, it was simply impractical to keep his hands on her.My interest grew when he moved behind her. Karla did not. Who makes sure the mortgage is paid every month? Me. Who worked the fields ten hours today? Me. By every measure there is I’m man enough.”“You’re fifteen years old and my son.”“I’ve said all I’m gonna say about it.” He said.“Would you turn around so I can get out of the tub?”Matthew didn’t move.Marcy sighed and stood. She grabbed a towel and stepped out of the tub. “Take your bath and be sure to dump the water outside before you go to bed.”Marcy was in her room brushing her hair. Her name rang.