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My name is Celia Blake, also known as Crystal Black. I'm sixteen, and like all teenagers, I'm desperate.
I have a double identity, and was eager to tell the ones that are trustworthy. In other words, my troops.
Crystal Black is a pop star. She glams on stage while Blake stays in.
Both of them are longing for a one night stand.
Most of the pop stars my age knows me horny, and was happy to fill in Black's empty hole.
Often at the party after our concert, we made out on the couch. Most of them smelt like smoke when we kissed, and their semen was bitter rather than salty.
The experienced ones are able to split me into two while the unexperienced asked me for more. Both, I was happy to obey.
Mom knew for sure, but didn't say anything. I think she secretly had sex with some of the older stars at the bathroom as well.
Back at home was no big difference.
Some days my hometown troops hung out at the park, cigarettes lit, inhaling secondhand smoke.
Most of us finished each other up beneath the slides, but maybe one or two of us had sex in the sandbox.
I still don't understand why they did so.
When we wanted to have a bigger party, we would sneak to the little forest in the back where we hid wine.
I liked it better when we hung out at the forest.
Other days we sneaked into one of the pubs my father's friend opened. Luckily, I can always manage to get a lounge.
I made sure that I was showing as much skin I could when I was in there. I'd even be naked if allowed.
All the girls wore miniskirts and wasn't a bit ashamed in showing too much cleavage, while the boys were always half drunk as they knelt down before our open legs.
Sickly, I enjoyed the dim lights, the thump of the low bass drum blasting through the speakers, and the venomous addition to alcohol.
If the fire was exploding, I would just shove my ass into one of the guys' face. Other times, I liked taking my time with them, telling them to focus on my breasts.
If lucky, I shall shudder with excitement as one of the guys manage to find my sensitive spot before I could find his.
Many times, I would laugh out loud as the tip of his thing inflated, hot and swollen, a droplet of liquid forming at the very top. I would always lick it off and suck it in.
My tongue would circle around it, again and again, while leaning in and shoving the dick into my throat, choking myself. It was a very sick hobby, but they always moaned happily in my ears.
I enjoyed their expression and climax, the ugly veins and sweet nectar and all.