Suzanne Morrow walked into the house and slammed the door behind her in disgust. She stalked down the hall to her room and tossed her jacket over a chair, hurling herself onto the bed and pounding the pillows in frustration.

"Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!" she hissed into the mattress. "Why does it have to be such a big deal? What's such a big damn deal about getting fucked?"

It wasn't such a big damn deal, of course, to the boys who had been after the girl's cherry for the past couple of years. Ever since the young blonde had developed her luscious tits, ever since her thighs had filled out into their lovely curves, especially since her ass and hips had taken on such a voluptuous shape, the boys had been constantly attempting to pry open her young pussy. It was a big deal, however, to Suzanne. Her virginity was a constant problem. She wanted to be fucked. At the same time, she didn't want to let any boy get into her panties.

Suzy hopped up from the bed and stood in front of her mirror. She watched the soft curving of her body beneath the sweater and skirt. She watched her full breasts heave outward. She was almost as desirable as Sylvia, the blonde decided. The boys would disagree on that comparison. To them, the younger sister was a hell of a lot more desirable than her sister. There was something about Suzy's tits that made the boys go crazy at the thought of getting them in their hands, something about her legs that drove them all wild at the thought of lying between them. To Suzy, though, her older sister was the most beautiful creature in the world.

If Sylvia let the boys fuck her, the little blonde argued to herself, what was wrong with her doing the same thing? Shit, she thought, Syl had been fucking for years. Syl had been fucking regularly when she had been sixteen. Sammy, her brother, also had been fucking for years. Suzy had heard all the talk about her older brother's prowess with his cock. To hear the talk around town, Sammy had been satisfying several of his teachers while he was in high school.