WARNING: Lots of Swearing and Sexual Acts <3



The Wild One.
Chapter One: First Date? F u c k That.


The smoke lingered around in my mouth before I blew it out; another empty beer bottle was placed next to me. I was fucking plastered. I couldn’t go home tonight. Mmm, that boy across the room is seriously starting to fucking look good; and I’m feeling odd, not that it hasn’t been felt before, I’ve just always thought it was an odd feeling.

I stumble my way across the room and find myself sitting in his lap. My legs around the back of the chair, and my large tits shoved against his chest. “Hey Baby boy,” I stutter. I watched him grin. “Finally drunk enough for a good f u c k?” He questioned. He always asked me that question, as if I were on his lap for nothing. I nodded, as my usual answer. I was underage, he knew it. He was not a minor, and didn't give two s h i t s. He said that the age difference didn’t matter.

Taking my arm we made our way up stairs, the kids watched and cheered us on. We found an empty bedroom. S h i t, I needed another smoke. Real bad. He knew the routine by now; f u c k, we have a routine. I fucking see this b i t c h too much; I kept thinking to myself. He handed me a cigarette and liter, I light my cigarette and took a puff. He was removing his pants and boxers, and then moving to my booty shorts. F u c k yeah; I was only going to all these parties to get a good f u c k.

I never cared much for underwear, and he knew that. S h i t, s h i t, s h i t, we’re going at it too often; I need to fucking find a new boy. I don’t care if he gets fucking jealous, it’s becoming too normal. F u c k. He tilted my head back and wrapped my legs around his waist, we didn’t even bother for the bed anymore, we just fucked against the wall. His fucking huge cock shoved into my cunt; it always felt good. Our quickie finished up in like...a half hour at most. Didn’t take much for the either of us. And we both knew it! My fucking god, do I need a new man.

We went back downstairs and my driver pulled me out, I don’t see how she didn’t drink, I mean, I only had about….20-30 drinks. Geesh, people were turning into fucking angels. In the car I pulled out another cigarette and my liter, and starting with the puffing. I was down to like…3 packs a day. Not that much. I knew I was gonna die early anyway, why give to flying s h i t s while I’m alive? Nah, I’m not ill, and Nah I don’t roll in a gang. Nah, my neighborhood ain’t that bad, I just know that Imma die eventually, so while I’m a kid, Imma live it up!

F u c k yeah, Imma kid. Proud to say I’m only 14. S h i t yeah, no one believes me. I get my parents to buy my cigs and beer, if they don’t, they damn fucking know well I’ll shoot them! Yeah, I got a gun. My f u c k buddy bought it for me. Well; I wouldn’t just say he’s my f u c k buddy, we’re mad tight, he’s my wingman, fo’ sho’. I think tomorrow we’re going on a date, though Imma skip it for a party like I always do. The next night I’ll go to his house and cheer him up with a ‘surprise booty call’. He never objects to it, he fucking loves it.

When we got to my girls house, she helped me out of the car and into her bedroom, where I would pass out. Everything just seems too normal now. But f u c k it, I love it, I love my fucking crazy life.

The next day I’d wake up at about 3 in the afternoon. F u c k school, no one gives two s h i t s about it anyway. I took a shower and put some clothes on. Sure, I puked before and after my shower, but it’s normal. I went down stairs, with the normal splitting headache and got me something to eat. As I sat on the couch eating, my girl walks in from school. “Yo! Sam! Mornin’!” I yelled. She laughed. She knew I just woke up as usual. “Sleep well?” She asked, putting her bag down. “Sure, I guess,” I replied. It’s too normal. After I finished eating the cereal I would lay down on my stomach and we’d discuss tonights party. “I’m not taking you tonight, you have a date,” She said to me. I looked at her like she was crazy. “You damn well know I can’t go on that mother fucking date,” I told her. “Why not?” She would always question. “Because he’ll only like me more and that’s the last fucking thing I need, s h i t, we’ve been through this so many fucking times, I’d thought you’d have memorized it,” I hissed back. “Come on, baby girl! It’ll be fun to finally get you on your first date,” She giggled. You’d have thought that with all the men I’d been with I’d have gone on one date.

“Nah, If you’re not taking me I’ll fucking go alone,” I said. She sighed, knowing very well that I’d go off without her. Her parents worked at night and were sleeping upstairs, so they never knew any of our parties, but they were suspicious. “One day he’s not gonna come running back to you,” She scoffed. “And why should I care? I never wanted more then sex from him,” I scoffed right back.

WARNING: Lots of Swearing and Sexual Acts <3



The Wild One
Chapter Two: RRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPEEEEE
and Strangulation by condoms!

I’d gone on Myspace and checked in to see if there were any hot shits happening. I had like….500 new messages and 5 full pages of friend requests. It was a b i t c h going threw all of them! S h i t, I had like 30k+ Friends on Myspace, I only used this assfucker for parties. I was bored and checking to see if any titles caught my interest. I saw one by the man I was having a date with tonight, it was titled ‘Remember’. I’d opened it and it read ‘Remember we have a date tonight, can’t wait to see you in actual clothes, baby! I love you!’

Bleh. I scoffed and replied ‘Stop with the fucking love s h i t; you damn well know it don’t work on me. I’d then deleted the message, looked through more party listings and found one I’d been interested in. I replied saying I’d be at his party, he was online and told me he was happy that I was gonna go to his party and to look for him the second I had gotten there.

I started getting ready; doing my hair, putting on some make-up, and getting my slut clothes on. It took about a half hour and the party didn’t start for about…..3 more hours, so I’d stayed on Myspace and chatted with a few friends. My date even signed on and we talked for a bit. He told me when he was leaving to come get me. I had about a half-hour ‘til the party. I jumped out the window and headed for the guys house that was holding the party.

I got there in about an hour; I had gotten several calls from my date. I listened to his messages. He sounded so depressed, I guess I felt…guilty, he had finally gotten his dream of going out with me and I just left him. I didn’t really care, it’s just his messages were so touching. I got to the party and found him like he said; he’d given me a beer and then we’d started dancing. Him holding my hips and my grinding against his crotch. His mouth next to my ear, and he murmured words of his arousal. I grinned and murmured that we should go to a room. He laughed. The music was loud and something had broken; he had to go see what, while he was gone, 3 guys had come up to me; I was totally plastered, so I really couldn’t tell the difference.

They were all over me, there hands on my tits, my crotch, my ass. It did feel good; It’s just annoying that they only teased me. They’d taken me to a room when they saw the host coming back.

I was thrown to the floor. Oh s h i t. They’d taken condoms out. Did not want them! They had ripped my clothes up a bit. One guy opened my mouth and just shoved the condom down my throat; I coughed and hacked, hardly able to breathe anymore. The second guy had shoved his condom into my crotch, I wasn’t horny anymore. It was painful. The third guy shoved his condom deep into my ass. Holy s h i t! THAT HURT YOU ASSHOLE! They’d kept the holes open, and on the count of three, all thrusted into me. Oh my god. This s h i t hurt like a fucking fucker! I’d passed out not soon after.

I woke up about two hours later. The host was next to me looking disgusted. I started hacking, asshole never took the condom out! I kept hacking until I puked the condom up as well as everything else I had in my stomach. Alcohol doesn’t help much. “W h o r e,” He muttered. “Sure, whatever,” I whispered with almost no voice. I groaned in pain and tried to stand up. It still hurt. He just looked at me. I slowly had tears falling from my face.

He reached down and helped me up, “Thought I was a W h o r e?” I harshly whispered. He grinned, “I’m not sure, what happened?” He asked, sitting me on his lap on his couch. Party ended. “When you had left, three guys had come over and were all over me, they’d taken me to a room, stuck their condoms in all my holes, and fucked me. But I’d passed out after a few minutes, so I don’t know what happened during that time. Ugh. It still hurts,” She told him. The basics were all that were needed. “I’ll drive you home, baby,” he whispered. He felt bad that he’d let his date that night be raped by some random guys.

He brought her home and she told him that she was gonna go to my friends house and he drove me there. I’d gotten out of the car and walked up to the door. He stayed until the door was shut. I’d gone up stairs and laid in the bed that Sam had for me. I’d taken my clothes off, and searched my crotch until I found the condom. I’d then done the same to my ass. It fucking hurt! Sam had come up and saw the condoms, asked what had happened. I told her, threw the condoms out, put clothes on and went to bed.

F u c k this s h i t, from now on I’d just stick to one guy at the parties.