No one realized that the German man who started this school hated America, so he named the school Fick Highschool, Fick meaning fuck in German. He knew, that American teenagers could be complete sluts and man whores- whatever you want to call them- if they were given a push in the right direction. The man made absolutely sure that this would be the only highschool in miles so that most children had to either go to Fick High or travel fifteen miles or more each day to get to another school. His plan worked, almost everyone in own had either attended, was attending, or would be attending Fick High. The city of was famous for the number of strip clubs and women on corners late in at night.
Melissa Henry was unlucky, she was an only child. Almost every other person at school had at or more older brothers or sisters, giving them protection. At Fick High you pretty much need older family at the school to stop yourself from getting some random senior, or even a male teacher, from becoming your baby daddy. Melissa didn’t have the same luck as most of her friends. There was a small group of girls who were only children that banned together, most of them already had a kid others were pregnant. When they got pregnant they were disbanded. Only three girls were left in the group, all still not pregnant. All three girls were bi-sexual, and all three were determined to be abstain until marriage. Mickey and Joanna, the other two girls had been together since September, now it was April. Unlucky April, the time when the most girls conceived- during class!
So now we begin, early in the morning on April seventeenth at Melissa’s house.
“Melissa!” Anna, her mom, called upstairs. “Get up!”
Melissa rubbed her eyes and got up. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her dark brown hair was knotted all over the place. Her green eyes were only half open and her tanned skin was flushed from the 98 degree weather. She’d only worn her lace tong to bed and was still burning up. Melissa hated the clothes her mom had bought her. Anna knew that her daughter would prefer to be as covered up as possible and, being the whore that she was, wouldn’t allow her daughter to go down the virgin path. Every shirt Melissa owned was so low cut that it almost showed the nipples of her 40D-cup breasts. The summer and spring clothes that she had not only were low cut but also showed her belly button. Every pair of shorts she was were super-mini booty shorts, every pair of pants was skinny jeans from different designer labels.
“Hurry up or you’ll be late!” her mom called upstairs.
Melissa showered. She couldn’t help but ran her hands lovingly over her chest; playing with the rock hard nipples. Only a minute or to later Melissa had her hands buried in her pussy and ass holes, she couldn’t help it. There were several times when Anna Henry had nearly took her unwilling daughter’s virginity. Anna owned the title “Tight-Skirted Never-Leaves-Her-Corner Whore,” and she was proud of it. On more then one occasion Melissa had been forced to fist her mother, an easy thing to do. Anna probably had one of the loosest pussies on the market. Thinking of these things always made Melissa wet, but she was determined to stay a virgin until she was married. Melissa was lost in the memory of two nights ago, the last time Anna had tried to seduce her.

Anna was in the candle-lit living room wearing nothing but a sexy white lace bra and matching g-string. Melissa had to admit that her mother had a great body; 48DD tits, beautiful legs that made even women stop and stare, and piercing brown eyes that drew everyone in. Anna could also deep throat and take four dicks in her loose pussy and two in her ass all at the same time.
“Come on Melissa,” Anna said in the most sexy voice she could muster. “I’m sure that pussy is just dying for attention.”
Anna was right, Melissa had been dripping ever since she’d watched Mickey and Joanna kissing in the girls locker room.
“Nope,” Melisa lied. “Especially not from you.”
Anna called her daughter’s bluff.
“Oh, you know it is.”
Anna took a bottle of wine, one of four, off the coffee table and poured herself and Melissa a glass. Melissa knew she was under aged but couldn’t resist; her mother knew her all to well.
Anna took a sip of wine before speaking again. “Now, honey. I don’t see why you don’t want this.” Anna unclasped her bra, revealing huge, rock solid nipples sitting on big, perky breasts.
Melissa’s pussy gave an involuntary twitch.
“Why would I you nasty old whore?” Melissa snapped.
“Now, now. Calm down, here.” Anna gave her daughter the glass and sipped her own wine again.
Melissa couldn’t help herself she took a generous swig.
“Are you sure?” Anna asked, sliding her hand close to Melissa’s leg.
“Positive,” Melissa said, taking another big gulp of the red wine.
“Why not?” Anna asked, sliding her hand onto Melissa’s legs and rubbing it gently.
Melissa didn’t answer, instead she drained her glass. Anna poured her another glass and waited for Melissa’s answer. Melisa just looked at her mother as she took another swig.
“Come on, Lissa,” Anna pushed. “It’s not like I’m asking you to murder someone. I just think that if I’m going to take anything from you, it should be this.” Anna put her hand on the crotch of her daughter’s skinny jeans.
“No,” Melissa snapped, gulping down the rest of the wine.
Anna poured her a third glass. Melissa could feel her brain getting hazy at that point.
“Please, baby girl,” Anna all but begged.
“Not until I’m-” Melissa hiccupped even though she’d only had two glasses “-married. And certainly not by you.”
Anna pouted, her lips were shiny with red lipstick, she kissed Melissa’s cheek.
Melissa leaned away as her guzzled down her drink, three full glasses.
Anna poured Melissa so much wine that the glass nearly overfilled, her fifteen year old daughter was on the edge.
Melissa looked at her mom and smiled a very strange smile, a very drunken type of smile.
Anna had not moved her hand away from Melissa’s crotch. She put a little pressure on it and Melissa’s hips moved toward the pressure before Melissa gave them permission.
“Please,” Anna asked again.
Melissa didn’t reply, instead she put her hand on her mother’s barely covered snatch. She rubbed Anna’s pussy lovingly.
Anna moaned as Melissa barely had to pull to rip the thong off of Anna’s body. She eagerly shoved her hand into her mother’s folds, finding Anna’s clit with her thumb and her loose hole with her fingers.
Anna moved into a position that gave Melissa easy access to her womanhood.
“Oh! Melissa!” Anna screamed. “OH BABY!” Melissa hand put her whole hand and then some into Anna’s hole. Melissa moved her hand around, rubbing the walls of her mothers over-used pussy.
“YES, MELISSA! OH YES!” Anna moaned loudly.
Melissa moved her entire hand in and out of her mom’s pussy as fast as humanly possible, making it into a fist not to much longer.
With the combination of her pussy being fisted and her daughter saying dirty things she could barely hear over her own moans and screams of ecstasy, Anna Henry had climaxed all over her daughter’s fist. The contraction of Anna’s pussy around Melissa’s fist wasn’t enough to stop Melissa from pounding her mother’s snatch.

“MELISSA!” Anna’s voice was surprisingly close.
Melissa was panting hard; pulled out of her memory by her mothers voice, only to find that her mother had been watching in the doorway of Melissa’s room.
“Mom!” Melissa shouted, surprised, her grabbed her nearby towel and covered herself.
“If you’d rather stay here and finish up then go to school …” Anna trailed off, looked at Melissa’s wet fingers, licking her lips.
“No, I’m going.” The last thing Melissa wanted was for her mother to get her drunk again.
Melissa didn’t even mentally complain as she slipped on her purple lace bra and thong; she didn’t think about the fact that she had just put on tight black booty shorts and a dark blue short sleeved shirt and emphasized her bosom with a bunch of designs all over the part where her chest was and the words Wild Thing in bold capital letters on top of the designs.
When she went downstairs her mother whistled. Melissa ignored her, grabbed a granola bar, and scooped up her bag. Anna slapped Melissa’s ass as she left. Melissa hated that the only shoes she owned were stilettos at least five inches high. She hated that her mom made her dress like a hooker and that she was made fun of for being a virgin that dressed like a slut. “Do you wanna be rapped or willing?” boys would ask her, squeezing her reasonably sized ass as she went by.
More than once, the whole football team her almost gang raped Melissa.
Melissa went as fast as she could to school in her high heeled shoes.
“Hey, Lissa,” two girls called at the same time. Mickey and Joanna.
Mickey looked like a Playboy Bunny. Blonde hair, blue eyes, big ass, big tits, skinny, dressed almost as sluttish as the cheerleading team when they were horny.
Her girlfriend Joanna wasn’t too far off the mark. Her hair was raven black, her eyes a pale green, but she chest was at least two sizes bigger and she had to buy plus sized pants to put her ass into. It was ridiculous.
Melissa noted that each girl looked scared as they approached. They were wearing matching outfits. Red blouses they were almost as low-cut as Melissa’s, white shorts that rested far below each girls’ hips and were at least an inch shorter than Melissa’s shorts.
As the couple approached Melissa gasped in horror. Red shirts and white shorts were a traditional colors for everyone that lost their virginity.
They looked at Melissa with apologies in their eyes.
“We’re so sorry Melissa,” Joanna said. “We were at Cary’s party last night and-”
Melissa cut her off. “Cary Johnson?! Cary captain of the cheerleading team?!”
Mickey nodded and Joanna looked away.
“Well we started making out,” Mickey continued, “and then, Ben Jones, he forced us into a back room and made us strip. He said start touching each other or he’d fuck us. We only grabbed each others tits until he rammed as dick up my ass. He said he’d put it in the other hole if I didn’t eat Joanna out, so I did. Then he lifted me into the air out of no where, only a few inches from his cock and he made Joanna start to masturbate and moan and scream.
“Then he pushed his cock into me. I was so wet I didn’t even feel it that much. Jordan, the running back, heard and came in. He liked what he saw and before we knew it, both of us were being raped.” Joanna’s eyes were filled with tears by the end.
“So am I being left alone?” Melissa asked, not happy with the idea of her friends leaving the little group of virgins. It was stupid to have a group like that in the first place but no one said anything so they didn’t change.
“Only if you want us to leave,” Joanna choked out. Mickey put her arms around her girlfriend’s shoulder.
“No, never,” Melissa said quietly.
They went into their homeroom . The teacher actually smiled when he saw Mickey and Joanna’s outfits, the whole class looked like they would start laughing any second.
Mr. Nunez, the teacher, took attendance and started doing some work. Jordan smiled at Joanna a she passed him.
What now? As far as Melissa knew she was the only virgin in the entire school, even out of the freshmen. Most of them came to school on her first day in red and white. Dumb tradition! If it weren’t for it most people probably wouldn’t know that Mickey and Joanna had lost the one thing they planned to keep for a few more years.
When the bell rang, neither of the three girls had spoken again.