Your name is Tasha. You are 18 and finally on your own. You graduated from high school a week ago and just moved into a modest apartment in the city. You have never had it so good!
How did you get to be so lucky? After all, it's not like you have a job or regular source of income. For that matter, you have no real marketable skills. You have no plans to go to college. Let's face it, the only way you graduated from high school was by sucking and fucking most of your teachers, the high school principal, and half the school board.
You couldn't afford a place like this on your own, but your new stepmom insisted that your dad get it for you. It had nothing to do with motherly love; the bitch hated you, actually. It was more out of a desire to get you away from her twin sons, whom you were screwing for months before she caught the three of you in the shower together.
Your daddy agreed. He, too, was tired of dealing with the nonstop stream of guys who went through your bedroom. Bedroom? Ha! It was rare that you bothered to wait that long to start. In the last two months alone, you have screwed guys in the kitchen, the living room, the garage, the stairway, and on your stepmom's baby grand piano. For the record, you do feel guilty about ruining the finish on it; how could you have known the combination of sperm, latex, and condom lube would eat right through the varnish?
They wanted to get you out of the house and as far away from your small town as possible. It was getting too much for them to deal with the rumors about your sluttiness -- especially after the incident at the class trip to the nursing home. In your defense, you understood you were to be cheering up the residents, and that's exactly what you were doing. Mr. Culbertson should have said something about hiw weak heart....
So here you are. The apartment is set up -- not that there was much to do. You aren't all that materialistic; there's only one thing that occupies your cute, redheaded mind: cock acquisition.
And that can be a problem, because it isn't just a hobby -- it is an obsession. When you see a guy, you immediately start thinking about how to seduce him. If you go for long -- "long" for you is measured in hours, not days -- without sex, you go positively insane.
That's not to say you don't have preferences. Younger guys, athletic and well-hung are your favorite, but you haven't said no to a penis in years. Well, technically, you've never said no.
Now you are in a new city with millions of men. That should keep you busy for a couple of months at least.
But where do you start? You saw a family living down the hall as you were moving in. The dad looked promising, and so did the son. There is a college not far from here. It is summer, but there should be some summer classes going on. Then there's the beach.. Heck, the world is wide open for you, so where do you start?
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