Damian glanced over the fence to make sure the girl was alone then, propping his arms on the top edge of the fence, he spoke. "Hello."
The girl's body jerked in surprise, then she spun around to face the voice. She unexpectedly felt a little thrill and warmth in the pit of her stomach. The man looking over the fence at her could not have come closer in appearance and age, to the imaginary lover who invaded her bedroom almost every night.
"Who are you?" She asked. Damian took a moment to let his eyes roam over the girl's body before he answered. She was wearing a modest, by modern standards, two piece bathing suit and was obviously preparing to do some sun bathing.
"I'm your new neighbor," Damian answered as he slipped a joint between his lips, struck a match and, after waiting for the phosphor to burn off, applied the flame to the exposed end while he sucked on the other. After a couple of experimental puffs to make sure it was properly lit, Damian sucked the smoke deep into his lungs.
"My name is Damian," he said while holding his breath, "what's yours?" The girl seemed to be mesmerized by the glowing end of the marijuana cigarette.
"Mandy," she finally replied, not taking her eyes off the wisps of smoke rising from her neighbor's joint.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Damian said, letting the remaining smoke escape from his lungs. "Would you like some?" Damian held the joint out towards Mandy, looking like he had suddenly realized that he was being impolite by not offering to share. Mandy looked at the proffered hand rolled cigarette with a mixture of fear and curiosity.
Curiosity, and a desire to not be perceived as an inexperienced child, won; Mandy took the joint from Damian's fingers and, after looking dubiously at the brown streaks developing along its length, placed it to her pursed lips, sucked then coughed as tears began to stream from her eyes.
Mandy could feel her face turning red with embarrassment. Despite her parent's opinion that the public school she went to was floating in drugs, Mandy had never seen anybody at her high school using drugs, and no one at school had ever offered her any drugs. Now this older, obviously more sophisticated man was going to know she was nothing but an inexperienced child.
"That's ok," Damian said. Mandy looked down at the ground trying to hide her shame. "That happens to everybody the first time they try to smoke." Mandy looked up at her neighbor and found him smiling at her, in a kind understanding way. "I thought I was going to cough my lungs out the first time. Pot smoke can be harsh on virgin lungs." Damian smiled at Mandy, and she smiled back.
"Try it again," Damian said, with what Mandy thought looked like a very impish smile. Mandy smile back, took a smaller hit, and held it in a little longer.
"That's it," Damian encouraged his new friend as he took the joint back from her and toked it.
"You want to come over and have a beer?" Damian asked as he let the smoke flow out his nose. "We can sit by my pool and smoke another joint and drink a beer." Mandy could feel she was moving into dangerous territory, and it thrilled her. Mandy was tired of being a child, she wanted to do adult things.
"Just let yourself in through the gate." Damian instructed as his head disappeared below the top of the fence. Mandy's fear and anticipation grew in equal measure as she walked down the side yard of her parent's house, out the gate, across the property line and in her neighbor's gate. She found Damian sitting at a white pool side table under a large umbrella.
Without speaking Damian pulled a cold bottle of beer from an ice chest and set it on the table in front of Mandy, then lit another joint and, after inhaling a lung full of smoke, held it out in Mandy's direction. Mandy smiled shyly at the man and took the joint. She wasn't really feeling anything from her first couple of hits. Mandy inhaled a larger quantity of smoke than she had the last two times, and held it in longer before releasing it. Mandy passed the joint back to her new friend then picked up the bottle of beer.
Unknown to her parents, Mandy had already tasted beer once before and, at the time, had wondered why anyone would drink the stuff. Mandy brought the bottle to her mouth determined to drink the contents without letting Damian know how bad she thought it tasted. Damian watched as his young guest sipped from the bottle. Mandy was pleasantly surprised by how much better this beer tasted than the stuff she had tried before.
She had not realized how thirsty she was until the cold liquid hit her tongue. The small sip turned into several large swallows. When she put the bottle back on the table, Damian was holding the joint out in her direction again. She still wasn't feeling any effects of the grass, so Mandy took the joint and inhaled more smoke. As she held the smoke in her lungs, Mandy began to move to the beat of the song playing on Damian's pool side stereo. She wondered why she'd never noticed how sensuous this song was. Mandy continued to move with the music while she took another drink of her beer then accepted the joint back from Damian.
When the music stopped Mandy suddenly felt empty inside, it was as if the music had filled some place inside her body that she had never realized needed to be filled until just that moment. Another song began to play and Mandy felt like her body was being re-inflated by the music. As she began to move with the beat of the new song, Mandy reached for her bottle only to discover that it was empty. When she turned to ask Damian what he had done with her beer, Mandy discovered another one being handed to her by her impishly good looking neighbor. Mandy thought he must be psychic.
Mandy was surprised when Damian suggested, after her second beer, that it was getting late and she should go home. Mandy pouted outrageously, and insisted that she had plenty of time for another bottle.
"No," Damian said with a firm tone, "you go home now, get ready for your parents to come home." Mandy felt a momentary surge of fear and guilt when Damian mentioned her parents. Much sobered, Mandy went back to her parent's house and up to her room. Mandy slowly removed her swim suit and discovered her skin was exceptionally sensitive to the small air currents that normally went unnoticed. Just walking across the room was enough to send shivers down Mandy's spine.
Lying on her bed, Mandy cupped her breasts and gently pinched her nipples with her fingers. She felt like her body had reacted almost sexually to the music that had been playing on Damian's stereo, without touching herself, Mandy new that she was wet. Before continuing to make love to her own body, Mandy climbed off her bed and put her currently favorite album on to play. Before reclining on her bed, Mandy danced around the room, moving her naked body in ways she never would dream of even with clothes on.
The music seemed to grab the very core of her sexual nature and squeeze it unrelentingly. As she moved to the music Mandy cupped her breasts and strained to get her mouth on one of her nipples. She almost cried with frustration when, no matter how much she tried, she could not get either of her nipples into her mouth. Mandy desperately wanted to know what it felt like to have her nipples sucked.
Dancing across the room, Mandy laid on her bed and ran her hands over her naked body as she continued to gyrate to the music. Mandy's hands moved over her breasts, her belly, her inner thighs, and finally her wide open crotch. Two fingers gently stroked Mandy's hard, sensitive clitoris while fingers on her other hand explored deeply inside her wet, virgin pussy. She had never stimulated herself in this way before, in the past she had always just used her open hand to rub circles on her crotch.
Mandy pretended the fingers stroking her clitoris and moving inside her pussy belonged to Damian. When Mandy imagined Damian penetrating her virgin body, her back arched lifting her fanny off the bed. With only her shoulders and feet touching the comforter, Mandy's muscles knotted and relaxed rhythmically as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her young life.
Mandy laid on her bed, her hands still moving over her naked skin, the music still seeming to fill the empty places inside her, while she caught her breath. She stayed on her bed, naked and enjoying the new found sensuous nature of her favorite music until she realized that it was time for her parents to get home.
The next day at school, Mandy saw everything in a different light. She detected an odor on some of the other students that she had never been able to identify before. On one of the breaks between classes, Mandy went into the girl's restroom just as three other girls were leaving, the room quite literally reeked of marijuana. Mandy shook her head thinking about her own naivet� when she remembered how often she had smelled that odor in this bathroom without having the foggiest idea what she was smelling.
Mandy decided that perhaps her parents were right, maybe the school was floating in drugs. Mandy began to wonder why none of the drug users had ever offered her some. The answer was painfully obvious, Mandy wasn't cool. She wasn't hot either, she was pretty much a non entity. By the time Mandy got home she had decided to beg, borrow or steal a couple of joints from Damian and use them to bribe her way into the 'cool' group.
Mandy put on her swim suit and headed for the backyard. She could hear music coming from the other side of the fence. Mandy got the step stool her mother used to water the plants hanging on the patio and carried it over to the fence.
"Hey you," Mandy yelled waving at her neighbor.
"Hello Mandy," Damian waved back, but did not seem to be anxious to invite her over.
"Can I come over?" Mandy asked, determined not to be dissuaded from her goal of procuring a couple of joints.
"Sure, come on over." Mandy climbed down off the step stool then, after returning the step stool to its place on the patio, she made the journey to Damian's back yard. By the time she sat down at his pool side table, Damian had already placed an open bottle of beer on the table for her, and was rolling a joint over the open cigar box that he used to store his grass and papers. Mandy picked up the cold bottle and drank even before she sat down. Damian fired up the first joint and passed it to her.
Mandy was amazed by how much more quickly she felt the affects of the drug this day as opposed to the day before. While the previous day she had been almost overwhelmed by the beauty and sensuousness of the music, today she found herself laughing, almost to the point of hysterics, at everything Damian said. Mandy's cheeks hurt from smiling, her stomach hurt from laughing harder than she had ever laughed before in her life, and, somehow, she had accumulated three empty beer bottles in front of her.
"Could I get a couple of joints from you?" Mandy asked the question with exaggerated seriousness during a brief pause in the general hilarity, then held her breath waiting for Damian's reply. She watched, with growing anticipation, as Damian rolled two generous joints then closed the lid on the cigar box and placed the joints side by side on top of the box. Mandy felt like her mouth might start watering as she looked at the two marijuana cigarettes.
"Grass isn't free," Damian said turning to face Mandy. Mandy's face dropped, she felt almost like crying. "I let you share my grass with me because I enjoy your company." Mandy smiled weakly at the compliment.
"Grass isn't free," Damian repeated, "but there are other ways than money to pay for it." Mandy swallowed hard, did she really want the grass that bad?
"Stand up," Damian took Mandy's hands and pulled her to her feet, then moved her over so she was standing right in front of him. Before she had a chance to object, Damian had slipped Mandy's swim suit top up off her breasts and began to suck on her right nipple. The moan that came from deep in Mandy's throat would have made Damian smile, if his lips hadn't been busy with her hard, crinkled nipple. Mandy felt her knees go weak and placed her hands on Damian's shoulders for support. She had been wondering for a long time what it was going to feel like when someone finally sucked on her nipples, and now she knew.
It felt better than anything she could ever have imagined. It felt so much better than her own fingers. It felt like a high voltage currant of pure sexual excitement was running through her body from the nipple Damian had his lips on to her pussy, which was now sending urgent messages to her brain demanding attention. Damian moved his mouth to her other nipple. Mandy found herself both hoping he would, and terrified that he might, pull her swim suit bottoms down and touch her there.
After thoroughly sucking on each of her nipples, Damian pulled Mandy's face close to his and kissed her just as thoroughly. Mandy returned Damian's kiss while she wished he had three mouths so he could suck on both of her nipples, and kiss her, all at the same time. Mandy was left panting and wishing for more when Damian pulled his mouth from hers and placed the joints in her hand.
"That's all these two are going to cost you," Damian said with a devilish smile, "you'd better go home now." Mandy walked in a daze to the gate leading out of Damian's back yard, and only after she opened the gate did she realize that her swim suit top was still up under her armpits. With some reluctance Mandy pulled her top down over her naked breasts. Mandy had to admit that was enjoying the illicit thrill of having her breasts naked outside, almost in public.
Mandy went directly to her bedroom. She did not 'seduce' herself, as she usually did, by caressing herself and pinching her nipples. Mandy ripped off her swim suit, flung herself on her bed with her legs spread wide and her knees bent, and then 'attacked' herself with both hands. She continued with her self stimulation until she had her third orgasm. As she got dressed in preparation for her parents getting home, Mandy wondered about how much better Damian's mouth felt on her nipples, and wondered if he'd feel that much better than her fingers between her legs.
The next day at school, Mandy was absolutely convinced that everyone she passed in the hallway could see the joints in the zip lock bag resting on the bottom of her purse. During the break before her last class of the day, Mandy wandered into the girl's bathroom where she had most often smelled grass in the past. One of the girls that, Mandy was sure, was responsible for the smell was at the mirror, combing her hair.
"Hi," Mandy said with a smile. The girl looked at Mandy with undisguised suspicion. Even though they had several classes together, they had never spoken before.
"Hi," she finally said. Mandy dug into her purse then came up with her zip lock baggie.
"Would you like to smoke one with me?" Mandy thought the girl looked like a trapped animal as she glanced around the small room, obviously convinced that some form of trap was about to be sprung.
"Shit," she finally said, "why the fuck not." Mandy followed the girl into one of the stalls.
"I never figured you for a stoner." The girl said as Mandy fired up the joint while trying to look like it was something she had done before.
"Actually, I just discovered grass a couple of days ago." Mandy passed the smoking joint to her new friend.
"Yes," Mandy admitted apologetically.
"My friends call me 'Kitten'," the girl told Mandy as she passed the joint back to her. Mandy thought 'Kitten' to be a marvelously sexual nick name.
"I'm Amanda, but everyone calls me Mandy."
"This is pretty good shit, where'd you get it?"
"From my neighbor, he's the one who turned me on to grass."
"He gave these to you?" Kitten asked, indicating the joint they were smoking and the one still in the plastic bag.
"How much did he charge you?"
"Well, I didn't exactly pay for them." Mandy waited for the censorious look from Kitten.
"That's cool," Kitten said, then took a hit from the joint before she continued, "I've fucked for grass before. I don't know any stoner chick that hasn't fucked for grass occasionally. A lot of them won't admit it but, fuck them." Mandy started giggling, which started Kitten giggling. Mandy had never heard so many 'fucks' from another girl in such a short period of time.
"Fuck them," Mandy said experimentally. It was the first time Mandy had said 'fuck', and in some strange way it felt liberating.
"Hay," Kitten said with a smile, "you do what you got to do. Hang on to the roach," Kitten advised handing the little, brown stub of the joint back to Mandy. Mandy dropped it back into the zip lock baggie then buried the baggie at the bottom of your purse.
"You ever been to class stoned?" Kitten asked.
By the time her last class was over Mandy was afraid there was going to be a wet spot on the back of her skirt. Kitten's mentioning of 'fucking for grass', and the memory of Damian's warm, wet lips and tongue on her nipples, had sent Mandy on a fantasy voyage of the type she usually reserved for her nightly pre-sleep masturbation episodes. Despite numerous efforts on her part, Mandy could not pull her stoned mind away from thoughts of what it was going to feel like when she really did 'fuck for grass'. After class Mandy walked home, went up to her room and once again 'attacked' herself before putting on her swim suit and going next door to see Damian.
After peaking over the fence to make sure her neighbor was home, and being invited to come on over, Mandy retraced her steps of the last two days and sat beside Damian at his pool side table. Damian was reading what Mandy first assumed to be one of the more scandalous 'men's' magazines that her parents would never dream of letting into their house.
Mandy had often thought her parents were so uptight it was a miracle they managed to have even one child. On closer examination, Mandy realized that the women in the pictures weren't just naked, they were tied up. The sudden image of being tied up and helpless sent a surge of erotic excitement through Mandy's body.
Mandy took a closer look at her neighbor's magazine. Some of the naked women were tied up in ways that seemed just plane silly to Mandy. What good was it to tie up a girl with her legs held closed and her breasts covered. Other pictures sparked Mandy's imagination. These were pictures of women tied with their legs spread wide, ready to be used by any man who came along, unable to stop any man who wanted to from using them in any way they desired. Mandy wondered if Damian wanted to tie her up and fuck her.
"I may supply you with pot," Damian said as he retrieved his cigar box from the seat of another chair, "but you have to learn to roll your own joints. Mandy had watched while Damian rolled joints and now she was trying to duplicate what she had seen. While she concentrated on papers and grass, Damian unhooked the straps on her swim suit top and removed it.
Mandy was learning her first lesson about men; once they have had access to any part of a woman's body, they feel like they own it and can use it anytime and in any way they desire. Mandy found it difficult to concentrate on rolling her joint with Damian's hands touching her breasts and nipples. She finally managed to complete the task, and proudly held a ragged, loosely rolled joint up for Damian to see.
"Light it," Damian said without stopping his tactile exploration of Mandy's naked upper body.
"Come here," he ordered rather gruffly as he pulled Mandy from her chair and sat her in his lap, facing him, and with one of her legs on each side of his. Damian took the joint from Mandy.
"We're going to smoke this one a little different," he announced, "I'm going to take a hit then, while I'm kissing you, I'm going to blow the smoke out and you will inhale it. Mandy could feel Damian getting hard and pressing against her crotch through his shorts and her swim suit bottoms while he sucked smoke into his lungs. Damian pulled her close and, bringing their lips together, explored Mandy's mouth with his tongue while he exhaled smoke into her lungs. Mandy's head was spinning.
When Damian exhaled, Mandy felt like Damian himself was entering her, not just smoke from his lungs. With her breasts pressed against Damian's chest, and his tongue exploring her mouth, Mandy began to move her crotch against the hardness pressing against her pussy. Mandy held the smoke in her lungs until she thought she might explode, then exhaled through her nose while her tongue twisted and danced around Damian's.
"Now you inhale and pass it to me," Damian said after breaking their kiss. Mandy sucked as much smoke as she could into her lungs, then plastered her mouth to Damian's. Mandy quickly lost herself as she kissed, exhaled slowly, and humped herself vigorously on her neighbor.
Mandy pouted when Damian pushed her off his lap. The pout ended when he pulled her swim suit bottoms down to her knees then picked her up and sat her on the table. Her entire body shivered when Damian pushed Mandy's legs apart and ran his hands down her inner thighs.
When his hands reached her crotch, Damian used his thumbs to separate her pussy lips then leaned forward and kissed her pussy just as he had kissed her mouth. Mandy gasped when fingers other than her own touched her for the first time. She gasped more loudly, and moaned from deep in her chest, when Damian's tongue pushed deep inside her body.
Placing Mandy's legs on his shoulders, Damian reached up with both hands and grasped Mandy's breasts while he concentrated his tongue on her swollen clitoris. Mandy flexed her leg muscles, pulling her older lover's mouth more snugly against her pussy.
"Oh fuck, don't ever stop," Mandy moaned as she ran her fingers through Damian's hair. As her first orgasm coursed through her like an electric current, Mandy wondered how she would ever be satisfied by masturbation again. Mandy realized that her perfect man would have to have four mouths. Mandy felt like her entire body throbbed with pleasure every time Damian's tongue moved over her clitoris.
Mandy's entire universe shrank until it was no bigger than her clitoris, or her clitoris grew until it was the size of the universe, Mandy wasn't sure which. Nor did she care. It was a glorious, vibrating, pulsing universe. She closed her eyes and saw explosions of blinding bright light every time the tongue flicked over her clitoris. Mandy's belly was beginning to cramp as wave after wave of muscle tightening orgasmic pleasure washed through her body.
Mandy lifted her head and looked around in confusion when the delightful licking suddenly stopped. Hands grasped her wrists and pulled her to a sitting position, then off the table onto her feet. With a mixture of excitement and fear, Mandy prepared to fuck for the first time in her life. Unexpectedly, Damian pulled her down onto her knees in front of him then undid his shorts and pulled his hard cock into view. With a hand on each side of her head, Damian pulled Mandy's head down to his crotch.
Mandy opened her mouth and took Damian's rigid cock onto her tongue. She was instantly fascinated by the feel and texture of the shaft and head as Damian slowly moved her up and down, fucking her mouth on his cock. Mandy grasped the base of Damian's cock with one hand and moved her mouth up and down the shaft at the same tempo Damian had been moving her head. With her other hand Mandy reached down between her legs to finger her pussy and clitoris. She could not remember ever being this wet before. She knew, that if she kept this up, she would end up with a mouth full of ejaculate.
Mandy did not try to pull back when Damian's cock spewed cum into her mouth. This man had just made her feel pleasures she hadn't even known existed a few minutes before, and if he wanted to fill her mouth with his discharge she was more than happy to take it.
Even before his cock stopped jerking in her mouth, Damian pulled Mandy to her feet and onto his lap with her legs on each side of his. There was no room for question now, Mandy was about to get fucked. Being just as eager for cock as Damian was for pussy, she reached down and, grasping Damian's hard cock, guided it into her wet, open, virgin vagina. As she lowered herself onto the rampant dick, Mandy could feel her cunt stretching to accommodate the large shaft of flesh.
She could feel herself stretching, there had been nothing bigger than her finger in her previously. As she settled into Damian's lap, fully impaled on his hard cock, Mandy felt only a tremendous sense of fullness. A wonderful new type of fullness she had never felt before. As she rose up onto her tip toes, and slowly sank back down on the hard shaft, Mandy knew, beyond any doubt, that this was exactly what that particular hole in her body was made for. Damian pulled Mandy close and began to suck on her nipples while he moved his cock deep in her body.
"Yes, fuck me," Mandy moaned, on the verge of tears from the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling. Mandy thought she was feeling every thing she could feel, until Damian gently pushed the tip of one of his fingers into her anus.
"Oh, god," Mandy gasped when the fingertip slipped into her anal sphincter. "Oh, god," she wailed in a long, drawn out moan as the finger slipped deeper. Damian let her nipple slip from his mouth and kissed up her neck to her ear.
"Next I'm going to fuck this hole," he whispered in Mandy's ear, pushing his finger deeper into her while he talked so there would be no doubt witch hole he was referring to, "then I will own you, you'll be mine mouth, ass, and cunt." An orgasm more intense than anything Mandy had ever experienced crashed over Mandy's body as Damian proclaimed his ownership of her body and simultaneously thrust his finger deep inside her ass.
"Yes," Mandy whimpered in Damian's ear, "fuck me and make me yours." Holding Mandy's naked body tight against his, and with his finger fully inserted in her ass, Damian fucked her with long hard body pounding thrust. Mandy held on to Damian and felt like she was on the verge of passing out as his large cock thoroughly and completely fucked her cunt. By the time he pulled his still hard shaft from her pussy, Mandy's pot saturated brain felt like she'd spent a lifetime riding Damian's large flesh-rod.
With only a brief pause to rearrange Mandy's body, bending her face down over the table with her legs spread wide, Damian knelt behind her and, pulling her fanny open, pushed his tongue deep into her tight, virgin ass hole. While he fucked his tongue in and out of Mandy's ass, Damian worked two fingers deep into the hole his cock had just abandoned.
"Oh god, oh god, oh fuck, oh god," Mandy chanted softly and almost incoherently as the tongue and fingers moved in and out of her body. Once Mandy's nether hole was sufficiently prepared, Damian stood behind her and, after fucking his hard cock into her cunt a few times to pick up lubrication, he lined his dick up with her body's only remaining virgin orifice, leaned forward to grasp the edge of the table with one hand on each side of Mandy's head, and pushed.
Mandy's face reflected the discomfort of having her anus forced open. Tears streamed from her eyes as her sphincter muscle stretched to the point it felt like it was ripping. The stretching stopped, leaving Mandy with a whole new feeling of fullness.
"Fuck yourself," Damian ordered, whispering in Mandy's ear, "Fuck yourself with your fingers. Make yourself cum while my cock is in your ass." With tears flowing down her cheeks, Mandy reached between her legs with both hands and began to work her cunt and clitoris. Damian used a handful of Mandy's hair to lift and turn her head, making her mouth available. Pushing his tongue between Mandy's lips, Damian explored her mouth while he gently moved his cock in her painfully stretched anus.
"It may take a few times," Damian told Mandy as he gently wiped the tears from her face after he pulled his mouth from hers, "but you will get used to having my cock in your ass." He pulled his cock almost all the way out, then pushed it back in before he spoke again. "You might even get to like it." Even though the pain was subsiding, leaving the feeling of incredibly uncomfortable fullness in its place, Mandy had her doubts about getting to the point where she would actually enjoy the experience.
While he fucked with long slow thrusts, Damian lit another joint then held it to Mandy's lips so she could take a hit without stopping her frantic fingering of her pussy. He encouraged his new pot-slut to take hit after hit while he fucked deep into her ass. After several minutes the seemingly impossible happened and Mandy felt the warm melting feeling that was a precursor of her orgasm sweep over her body.
That was followed only moments later by an orgasm that caused her anus to clamp down on and massage Damian's cock. Damian held his dick deep inside the clasping ass until his orgasm joined hers. When Damian pulled his cock from her body Mandy felt a momentary emptiness until her ass readjusted. Damian pulled her over to sit on his lap and let his hands roam possessively over her still naked body.
"I'll keep you supplied with grass," he promised Mandy, "and in return I expect you to satisfy all of my sexual desires." Mandy nodded her head in agreement, then looked over at the magazine.
"Yes," Damian said noticing her glance, "I will tie you up and fuck you're helpless body to my hearts content." Damian brushed some wayward strands of hair from Mandy's face. "I'm going to use you in ways you haven't even begun to imagine. I'm going to make you do things you've never dreamed of." A chill ran down Mandy's spine with the certain knowledge that Damian would live up to his promises.
Mandy put her swim suit back on, collected a bag of grass and a packet of papers from Damian and headed for the gate in the side yard. Mandy knew that her father, if he knew, would call her a whore, a whore who fucked for drugs. He was right, Mandy new she would be fucking for drugs, but she was also going to be fucking just for the joy of fucking.