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 Chapter 1

   "I'm next," she heard through her hormone and marijuana fogged brain. 
Olivia Hastings smoothly guided her slick pussy up and down the hard shaft
lodged between her legs, savoring every inch as her practiced movements
brought her the pleasure she desired.  Everyone wanted her, she knew it and
she loved it, it was her power, her drug, she was a slave to it, but she
didn't care.  Her strong dancer's legs effortlessly guiding her up and down
on the cock she now rode.

   "Hmmmm, that feels so good," she moaned.  Rough hands fondled her
growing tits, she loved that too.  "Pinch my nipples," she said.  "Roll
them between your fingers, yeah like that, ohhh, you're going to make me
cum," she hissed.  "That's it, nearly there," she thought as she began
grinding her pussy back and forth onto the pelvic bone beneath hers,
mashing her clitty against the dark curly pubes opposite her sparse blonde
fuzz, bringing herself even closer to climax.

   "Ohh fuck yeah, I'm cumming," she heard from beneath her and instantly
she felt the familiar pulsation in her pussy as the cock she rode spent its
seed deep within her confines.  That was what she was waiting for, the
sensation of a cock spewing into her pussy and she let loose another
amazing cum.

   "How many times had she cum already tonight?" she had lost track, but
she knew she was ready for the next one.  She was hoping the next guy could
hold on a little longer so she could get another cum in before he shot his
seed into her, but none of the guys lasted very long with her, she was the
perfect package and she knew it, beautiful looks, smoking body and an
insatiable lust.

   She moved over on the couch and onto the lap of the next guy in line and
guided her sodden pussy down onto his waiting cock.  "God I love to fuck,"
she thought to herself as someone put the joint back up to her lips once
more.  It's hard to believe that in just a few short weeks, young innocent
Olivia Hastings had transformed from a virgin into such a wanton slut.

   Olivia Hastings was a typical sixth grader, well typical if you consider
a blond-haired, blue-eyed knock out, of model-quality, typical.  For a
twelve year old, Olivia had developed very well; standing five foot four
and weighing in at 102 pounds, she had a slight flair to her hips and
filled a B cup nicely.  She had an athletic build with phenomenal legs,
thanks to years of dancing instruction.  She was an only child and lived
with her mother, her father splitting shortly after Olivia was born.  They
lived in a three bedroom bungalow in a nice neighborhood, her mother
working long hours to ensure they had a comfortable life for themselves. 
Olivia loved lounging by the poolside in her own backyard or going to the
beach with her best friend Stacy.  She always wore conservative swim suits,
just enough to get the right sun tan, but not showing enough to be labeled
as a slut.  It didn't much matter what she wore, with looks and a body like
she had, even at twelve, she was starting to attract the attention of males
of all ages.  There was no doubt about it, she was quickly developing into
a real head turner, and to most guys, beginning to become the focus of
their lust also.  Her friend Stacy was more what you would call cute, and
lacking the obvious curves of her best friend, she sought equal attention
through her skimpy clothing and flirty behavior.

   As all adolescent girls will do, Olivia had begun exploring her
sexuality and had recently discovered masturbation and was becoming a true
champion of the cause, bringing herself to pleasure three to four times a
day, and so our story begins.

   "Olivia, quit squirming in your seat, and eat your breakfast," her
mother said.

   She couldn't help it, she had brought herself off twice last night in
bed and once again this morning and her poor little nub looked raw, and it
made her crotch tender and itchy.  She excused herself from the table and
went to the bathroom.  Lifting her nightgown and pulling down her pink
cotton panties, she was shocked to see how red and puffy her clitoris and
pussy lips were.  "Damn, I really gave my little clitty a work out," she
thought to herself.  Returning to the table to finish her breakfast, her
mother couldn't help but notice the squirming resume.  "Is something wrong
honey?" her mother asked.  I have a bit of a rash "down there" she replied.


   "Well your timing is perfect, you have a doctor's appointment with Dr.
Sanders today, maybe he can prescribe something for you to take the rash
away," her mother responded.  "Now go and get dressed, you'll be late if
you don't," her mother commanded.

   Olivia stripped her nightgown off and tossed it onto the floor admiring
her newly blossomed bosom in the mirror.  "A year ago, all I had were puffy
nipples, now I have actual boobs!" she thought.  Taking after her ample
bosomed mother, her breasts had grown quickly and she was filling a B cup.
There was no doubt about it, she had the biggest boobs in her middle
school. Her quarter sized puffy pink areola pointed upwards defying
gravity, her breasts perfectly shaped, firm and pert like only newly
sprouted tits can be.  She gave each one her customary morning "squeeze
test" admiring the firmness of the flesh and the sensitivity of her
nipples. They were always sensitive, but now that she had actual boobs, she
loved playing with them like they were a new toy, which they were.  Her
nipple manipulations causing her pussy to start to tingle, "I wonder if I
have time to cum again?" she wondered.

   She had just started the familiar stroking motion of her reddened clit
when she heard a knocking against her locked door, "hurry up honey, you're
going to be late."

   "What a pain," she thought.

   Olivia felt upset at having her moment interrupted and hustled to finish
getting dressed.  "I guess I'll just have to wait until later," she thought
as she threw on her jeans and t-shirt over her plain white granny panties
and conservative bra.  She threw her hair in a pony tail and scurried down
the hall.  "Let's get going, I can give you a ride if you don't want to
walk," her mom said.

   "Coming," she replied and hurried for the door.

   "Morning Ms.  Hastings," shouted her neighbor's 18 year old kid, Steve.

   "Hi, Steve, good morning," she replied.  "Say hi to your dad for me, I
hardly ever see him anymore since we work opposite shifts, and call me
Lauren, the mizz part makes me feel old," she replied.

   "What a beautiful rack," he thought, "I'd sure love to get my hands on
those baby feeders."

   "Hey, I can give Olivia a ride to school if you want, it's on my way,"
Steve offered.

   "Really, that would so sweet of you, thank you Steven," she replied. 
"It'll save me a trip," she returned.  "Have a nice day at school honey,"
her mother said as Olivia headed over towards Steve's old car.

   "Hey punk, what's up?" Steve asked.

   "Hi Steve," Olivia replied.

   "Climb in," he offered.  She slid her jean covered ass onto the vinyl
passenger seat of Steve's beat up 72 Pontiac Firebird.  "She may only be
twelve, but that is one killer ass," he thought.  "And the rack is starting
to really grow too, she'll be sporting a rack like her mother's in no
time." "I bet she's got a sweet little set of titties herself," he thought.
Steve put the car into gear and they took off heading for Olivia's middle
school.

   Olivia's morning passed slowly, she was looking forward to the end of
school and the beginning of her summer break.  Her friend Stacy was
yammering on about some boy she thought was cute, Olivia was thinking about
the orgasm she had been working on before her mother interrupted her.  She
squeezed her thighs together hoping it would generate some small amount of
stimulation, she squirmed in her seat trying to press her clit up against
the bottom of her seat.  All she managed to do was increase her frustration
and need to cum.

   "Why am I so obsessed with cumming lately?" she thought to herself. 
"Sure it feels great, really great actually, but at the rate I'm going, I'm
going to rub the thing right off!" she thought.

   She sat through school frustrated by her own sexual needs, thinking
about her red little clitty, wanting a release so bad but knowing she
should just leave it alone and let it heal.  "Yeah right, it feels too good
to do that.  Maybe I'll just try to rub it differently, maybe easier, more
gently," she thought to herself.  "There's got to be a way to do it." All
this thought about masturbation and rubbing her clit began to have its
effects on Olivia and she felt a dampness growing between her legs.  "Maybe
I can bring myself off at lunch if I'm really quiet," she thought.  "No, I
can't do that at school, someone might catch me." She was horrified at the
thought that someone might find out, "what if my friends found out I
masturbated, at school?  Oh my god, they'd think I was such a slut."

   That thought scared her more than anything.  She was deathly afraid of
being thought of like that, she was Olivia Hastings, a good girl, not some
trashy slut.  Still, the thought about that precious release stayed on her
mind all morning.

   At lunch Olivia kept thinking about her clitty, "maybe I'll just touch
it a little, see if it's still tender." She made her way to the bathroom
and was relieved to find it empty.  She closed the stall door and dropped
her jeans and white cotton briefs to the floor.  She gazed down at her
still developing kitty with its fine tufts of blonde hair and her thin
pussy lips tucked neatly under her labia majora.  It doesn't look too red,
maybe it's all healed she thought as she ran her finger tip over the little
nub.  "Hmmm, it's a little tender, but I think it's mostly better she
thought as she rubbed her clitty a little more.  "That feels so nice," she
thought as she continued stroking her nub.

   Lost in her pleasure she let herself go and succumbed to her second
orgasm of the day.  "Ahhh," she moaned as the pleasure swept through her.

   "Olivia, are you okay in there?" her friend Stacy asked.

   "Oh shit," she thought.  "Uhh, ya, be right out," she replied.  "Damn
it, what if Stacey heard me?  If she knows I just jerked off in school,
I'll be mortified!" thought Olivia.

   "Is everything alright, you sounded like you were sick or something?"
Stacy inquired.

   "I think it's just cramps, maybe I'm finally going to get my period,"
Olivia responded.

   "Could you gross me out some more before I eat my lunch?" Stacy laughed
as they walked to their next period class.  Olivia with her release finally
achieved, felt at ease and could focus again on being a pre-teen girl with
all the usual pre-teen concerns.

   Olivia's mother showed up at 1:30 to pick her up for her appointment. 
"I have to run a few errands honey, so I'm just going to drop you off and
pick you up in an hour, ok?" "Sure mom." "I already told Dr.  Sanders about
your rash and he said not to worry, he'd take good care of you, and don't
worry, his nurse will be with you at all times, so don't worry about him
seeing your private area," her mother replied.

   "Oh crap, as if this isn't embarrassing enough," she thought.  "Damn,
why did I jerk off at school?  It's probably all red again, that was sooo
stupid, I'm never doing that again," she said to herself.  Olivia walked
into Dr.  Sanders' office and was surprised to see his usual receptionist
Janie, not at her desk.  "Oh there you are Olivia," said Dr Sanders, "I was
expecting you.  Janie is off today and Nurse Kelly had to step out for a
few minutes but she'll be back soon, come on back," he gestured as he
walked her back to the examining area.  "Strip down and put this paper gown
on and we'll get started," he ordered.

   "I thought a nurse was supposed to be here at all times," she said.

   "Olivia, I've been your doctor your whole life, heck I delivered you
into this world, you have nothing to worry about," he replied.

   "Ok, I guess," she replied, more than just a little concerned.  Dr. 
Sanders gave her the standard checkup, complete with all the usual tests,
blood pressure, check the eyes, ears, and of course the freezing cold
stethoscope to check the lungs.  Everything was in order and Olivia relaxed
slightly, although "how relaxed can you really feel when the only thing
separating your full blown nakedness in front of a full grown man, is this
flimsy paper gown?" she asked herself.

   "Your mother tells me you have a bit of a rash giving you some trouble,
put your feet up in these stirrups and let's have a look, ok dear?"

   "Oh, God, the moment of truth," she thought.  "He's going to know I
jerked off less than an hour ago, he's going to smell my pussy," she
worried.

   Olivia's pussy was a sight to behold, very neat, no floppy or saggy
pussy lips like most of the women he now had to fuck.  "This is pure
beauty, the way nature intended," he thought.  Just traces of blond pubic
hair above her clit hood, nothing on her mons except a velvety down,
"fucking perfect," he thought.  "This is why I went into medicine, to
experience beauty at its finest," he thought.  He could smell her fresh
fragrance, it was like the finest perfume.  "I'm going to taste that pussy
and it'll be today, even if it kills me," he thought.  Her clitoral hood
looked pretty red like she'd been going hard at it for days on end.  "So
she likes to cum huh, maybe I can help her with that," he pondered.  Dr. 
Kevin Sanders loved pussy, all pussy, but what he had laying on the table
in front of him was perfection, "she's the one, she will be my special
project," he thought.

   "Ah, just a little irritation, nothing some soothing cream and an
anti-inflammatory won't fix up," he said.  Olivia was relieved beyond
words, "whew, dodged that bullet.  Never jerk off before going to the
doctor, ever again," she scolded herself.

   Dr.  Sanders left the room and returned a short time later with a jar of
cream.  "Here dear let me show you what to do with this," the doctor said.
With no warning he slathered a scoop of the cream directly onto her pussy
and began to rub it in.  Olivia jerked at the touch couldn't get her feet
out of the stirrups quick enough to react and close her legs.  "Oh my God,
what is he doing, he's rubbing cream on my private parts!" She was in shock
and didn't know what to do.  "Do I scream, no nobody's here, do I try and
get out of these damn stirrups and run out of here in a panic?  Wait he's
my doctor, he wouldn't violate me, he's just doing his job, I guess?" she
wondered, her brain already trying to feign denial that she was actually
being molested by this man.

   The moment of panic gradually resided and she told herself that he
wasn't touching her inappropriately, he was just rubbing cream on her. 
"Perfectly normal for a doctor to do for a patient," she told herself.  The
cream instantly soothed her reddened clitoris and she relaxed and let him
apply the cream.  She started feeling a warmth building around her
sensitive bud.

   "Olivia, do you masturbate dear," inquired the doctor?

   "Huh, what did you say?" she asked.

   "Do you masturbate?" he replied.

   "Well, I don't know," she responded.

   "Well, your clitoral region is very inflamed, likely from intense
stimulation, I assume self-induced," he continued.  All the while he
continued rubbing the cream around her little nub, the little thing
beginning to swell and stand up for attention.

   "Oh my God, if he keeps that up, he's going to make me cum," she
thought.

   "This cream will help the healing process.  You should use it every time
you masturbate, both before and after, no sense hurting yourself when you
want to have a little fun huh?  You do want to have a little fun don't you
dear?" he asked.

   "Huh, what," she mumbled.

   What was happening to her?  She was becoming very aroused, her pussy was
being rubbed, and for the first time it was someone else administering
stimulation to her clitty, and it felt good.  It was wrong, she should stop
it, but she couldn't stop herself.

   "Oh no, here it comes," she thought, "I have to stop him, I can't orgasm
in front of my doctor!" At that moment the doctor shoved his index finger
into her unsuspecting pussy bringing her over the edge.

   "Oh, ohhh, unnngg," she groaned as her orgasm swept over her.  Her whole
body convulsed around the doctors finger in her pussy, and just as quickly,
he withdrew the digit.  "What happened she thought?" "Did he just stick his
finger in my kitty?" she wondered as her orgasm finished washing through
her, trying her best to regain her composure.  "I'm so sorry doctor, I
didn't mean for that to happen," she panted.

   "No worries my dear, perfectly normal thing," he said, as if bringing
off twelve year old girls in his doctors office was a normal daily thing.
And for Dr.  Kevin Sanders, it would be every time, if he had his way.  He
turned and walked out of the room and raised his glazed finger to his nose
inhaling the fresh scent of pussy.  He licked his finger, tasting her sweet
charms fresh from the source.  "This girl is a special one," he thought to
himself.  "I'm glad I had the balls to go through with this plan, there's
no telling what benefits I might reap if everything works out the way I'd
like," he thought to himself.

   Poking his head back in the door, Dr.  Sanders said, "get dressed my
dear, I'll have your prescription waiting for you by the time you're done
changing." Dr.  Kevin was a doctor that loved his job, particularly because
it gave him access to every medication available to someone as devious as
he was.  He had a custom prepared jar of cream intended for this special
purpose, modified to increase the soothing properties and at the same time
increase the sensitivity of the treated tissues.  To that, he added a
prescription for hormone therapy pills to get her hormones jacked through
the roof, and a simple prescription for birth control.  "No need to knock
her up anytime soon, we can always change that later if needed," he
chuckled to himself.  He knew that the hormone therapy would kick her whole
system into overdrive, besides making her a raging bitch in heat, it would
help accelerate some of her natural development; meaning the breast fairy
would be coming really, really soon.  "Pretty effective little cocktail if
I do say so myself," Kevin snickered.

   "I have Olivia's prescription prepared for her Mrs.  Hastings, no need
to go to the drug store, we had everything right here already," Dr. 
Sanders said.  "There's a cream to take care of the rash, an
anti-inflammatory and a vitamin supplement, a young lady like Olivia needs
all the nutrition she can get," the doctor added.

   "You take such wonderful care of us Dr.  Sanders, you're the best,"
Olivia's mother replied.

   "It was my pleasure, my pleasure indeed," he replied with a grin.  "We
should have her back in two weeks to make sure everything is healed up
nicely," he said.

   "Bless you Doctor," she replied.

   Olivia was still in shock, she had just orgasmed all over her doctor's
hand.  "He could probably smell my pussy!" she thought in horror.  "Oh my
God, I'll never be able to face him again, how do I explain to my mother
why I can't go back there ever again, I'd die of embarrassment!" Her mind
was going a million miles an hour, "How can I ever masturbate again, all
I'll be thinking about is Dr.  Sanders, eww gross, he's so, so old!" she
thought.

   Olivia remained quiet the rest of the drive home pondering what to think
of the day's events.

   "Don't forget to take your medicine dear," her mother yelled down the
hall.

   "The vitamin only once a day and the anti-inflammatory twice a day, so
take that one in the morning and before bedtime, and don't forget to put
the cream on," she added.  "I have to go to work now, dinner is in the
oven, see you in the morning," she shouted as she left for work.

   Olivia had spent the rest of the night in her room thinking about the
day's events, I masturbated at school and almost got caught, I orgasmed on
my doctors hand, what's wrong with me?" she questioned.  "All for just a
little pleasure, it's not like I need to do it, I mean, it's not the end of
the world if I quit," she thought.  "That's it, I'm never masturbating
again," she decided.

   She took her pill and went to bed, forgetting to put the cream on. 
After a day like she'd had, no wonder she fell instantly asleep.  Olivia
woke the next morning feeling great.  Her kitty looked like it was almost
back to normal, "cool, I can start jerking off again," she thought.  She
looked in the mirror and did her "squeeze test" admiring her perky breasts
like she did every morning, except this morning they felt a little bit
different.  They were a little more sensitive than normal and felt swollen
and tender.

   "That's odd," she thought.  "Maybe they're going through a growth spurt
or something, or maybe I'm finally getting my period?" she wondered. 
"Maybe it was just a really refreshing sleep?" she thought.  She headed to
the kitchen for breakfast with a newfound spring in her step.

   "Honey, hurry up, you're going to be late for school, and don't forget
your medicine," her mother called out.  Olivia popped her pills and decided
she ought to put on some of the cream considering she forgot last night.

   She scooped out two fingers worth of the cool cream from the jar and
rubbed it onto her slit, tensing as the coolness sent chills down her
spine. "Eeek!" she yelped.  "That's cold," she thought, "gotta remember to
warm it first." As she worked the cream in, she felt the same warming
sensation she experienced yesterday at the doctor's office.  The warmth
felt delicious on her sensitive skin, comforting the soft tissues like a
gentle caress.  That's when she felt the tingling start.  "Oh no, no more
masturbating for me, not after yesterday," she thought, and removed her
fingers.  The warming sensation and the tingling worked their magic and she
felt her fingers return back to her slit.  "Maybe just a little more, but
I'm not going all the way," she told herself.  "Yeah right, as if I can
stop, this feels too good." Within minutes her manipulations had her
panting and moaning as her orgasm shuddered through her.

   "Ok, so much for my plan," she thought.

   Olivia was distracted at school, she kept thinking about how good her
orgasm had felt that morning, more powerful than usual.  "I guess I'm just
getting better at it," she thought.  She wanted to skip class and go to the
bathroom and have another.  "I can wait till lunch," she thought.  "What's
wrong with me, I guess I can wait until lunch to orgasm again, who thinks
that way?" she questioned.

   "How was your doctor's appointment yesterday," her friend Stacy asked?

   "Uh, weird."

   "What do you mean by weird?"

   "You know, having to wear that paper gown, having to be practically
naked, you know, weird," Olivia said.

   "Yeah, that always freaks me out, I mean, what if my doctor actually saw
me naked," Stacy answered.

   "Naked?  Mine jammed a finger into my pussy and brought me off," she
thought to herself.  "Yeah, that would be weird," Olivia replied laughing
at the hilarity of it in her head.  Only today it didn't seem quite as
weird as it did yesterday.  "Maybe I'm just over it," she thought.

   The lunch bell rang and Olivia practically bolted for the bathroom. 
"Just a quick one and then I can get back to concentrating on school," she
thought.  Her drumming fingers worked their magic on her rapidly swelling
nub.  She was getting close, so close.  With her free hand she traced up
and down her smooth hairless slit, feeling the wetness begin to seep from
her tight lips.  "Hmm, that's pretty wet," she thought.  Never really
having played with her vaginal opening before, she suddenly had an urge to
stick a finger in her love tube.

   Her middle finger sunk in to the second knuckle before being stopped by
her own flesh.  "Ohhh my, that feels good," she moaned.  Working her finger
in and out she, she picked up the pace on her clit and was rewarded by a
sudden release that seemed to radiate out from her clitoris sending out
waves of pleasure throughout her whole body.  "I can't believe I jerked off
at school again," she thought, feeling guilty about her actions.  "Oh,
well, when you need it, you need it, and I needed it."

   Expecting her orgasm to sate her growing urges, Olivia found herself
thinking about her pussy and her self-pleasure, for the rest of the school
day.  "When will the day end, I need to get home soon or I'm gonna burst,"
she thought.

   She could feel the moisture from her slit leaking into her cotton
panties.

   "Hey Liv, you wanna come over to my house after school," Stacy asked?

   "I can't, my mom has chores for me right after school, maybe later?"

   "Aw, but there's only a few days of school left before summer break, you
have all of next week to get caught up with that stuff," Stacy whined.

   "Sorry Stace, I have an appointment with my kitty after school," she
thought to herself.  "I'll try to get her at work and ask her, I'll text
you if she says yes," Olivia replied, as she grabbed her school bag and
headed for home.

   Olivia walked in the door and flopped down on the couch.  "Mom's at work
until 11 and I have the house all to myself, just me and my pussy," did I
really just say that?  Olivia thought she would grab a snack before
assaulting her pussy; on the kitchen table read a note:

   "Don't forget to take your medicine, Love Mom."

   "Might was well take it now before I forget," she thought and downed the
big white pill in one swallow.  Olivia stripped along the way to her
bedroom and ended up in front of her dresser mirror, buck naked.  She did
her "squeeze test" again on her boobs and pinched her nipples.  "Yep,
they're definitely bigger," she thought to herself.  "And more sensitive
than they used to be, I like it," she thought.  Her nipples were certainly
more sensitive and she pinched and rolled them with her finger tips. 
"Oohh, that's new," she thought as she felt a sensation emanating from her
nipples that she had never felt before.  "Must be part of puberty," she
thought.

   Continuing to play with her nipples, Olivia was bringing herself close
to an orgasm from just her titty play.  "Oh my God, I've never had a
boob-gasm before," she thought as waves of pleasure radiated out from all
areas of her body.  It was little, but it was still an orgasm, she
concluded.

   She grabbed the jar of cream on her way to her bed and flopped down. 
That ought to be enough," she thought as she dipped two thick fingers worth
of cream onto her downy pussy.  She spread the cream over her vulva,
working it into her delicate folds, the sensations building as the warming
began.  "That feels so amazing," she thought as she gently pulled back her
clit hood exposing her little nub.  Her fingers drummed over clitty as she
felt the sensations building.  The nub started to swell from her attention.
Sparks started to fly and a warmth spread throughout her whole body.  Her
head was swimming with the sensation.  She was quickly moving towards a
gusher of an orgasm.  "Ahhh, uggghhh," she grunted through a big one. 
"Wow, that was huge," she thought, and the night is still young!

   Four orgasms later and Olivia was just starting to feel satiated when
she heard the front door open meaning her mom was home from work.  She
looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:30, her usual time.  Olivia
jumped under the covers still naked and pretended to be asleep.  Her mother
walked into her daughter's bedroom and kissed her forehead and closed her
door and went to bed herself.  "Whew, that was close," she thought as she
felt sleep coming on.

   Olivia awoke from her sleep and realized she had been having a sexual
dream.  The crotch from her granny panties were soaked with her excretions.
"What's gotten into me," she wondered?  "All I can think of is having one
orgasm after another," she thought.  Spying the medicinal cream on her
nightstand, she scooped up a thick dollop and rubbed it onto her slit and
began rubbing it in.

   "After as many orgasms as I had last night you'd think I'd had enough,"
she thought.  The cream had its anticipated effect causing her clit to fire
off fresh sparks straight to her brain, this isn't going to take long," she
thought as her first orgasm of the day overtook her.

   Throwing her bathrobe over her naked body, she met her mother in the
kitchen, "morning mom," she said.

   "Hi honey, I hope I didn't wake you up when I got home last night," she
said.  Olivia grabbed her pills and washed them down with a glass of orange
juice.

   "Is the medicine helping?" she asked.

   "Sure seems to be," she said with a smirk.

   "What do you mean honey?"

   "Nothing, no it's working fine, the rash is gone already and I feel
awesome this morning."

   "Really, maybe I should ask Dr.  Sanders for some of the vitamins, maybe
I'll wake up as chipper as you!" she stated.  "I'll drive you to school
when you're ready, ok Liv," she said.

   Olivia returned to her room and started getting dressed.  She put on her
favorite bra and found she had trouble stuffing her boobs into it, the
swollen tissue spilling over the tops.  "Hmm, I'll have to ask mom to get
me some new bra's, this one barely fits anymore," Olivia thought to
herself. She threw on a pair of jeans and a nice blouse and headed for the
door.

   Olivia squirmed in her seat, she couldn't focus on school, she kept
thinking about how good her morning orgasm was and how badly she wanted
another one.

   "You didn't text me last night," her friend Stacy said.

   "I'm sorry, I got caught up cleaning up around the house like my mom
asked and I laid down on the couch, put the television on and fell asleep,"
she answered.

   "Anyway, there's only two more days of school and I'm so excited for it
to be over so we can hang out at your pool everyday" Stacy said.

   "It's gonna be a fun summer, I just know it," Olivia replied.

   Stacy stared at her friend and paused looking her over, "you look
different, but I can't figure out what it is," Stacy said.

   "My boobs are growing more, I could barely get into this bra this
morning," she replied.

   "Great, I don't have any yet and yours are getting even bigger.  Can I
have some of yours, I barely need a training bra," she joked.

   "My doctor put me on some medication, maybe that has something to do
with it," Olivia stated.

   "Well, whatever it is, I want some, it's not fair, you have great tits
and a great ass, and I have nothing," Stacy responded.

   Startled by her friend's frankness, an embarrassed Olivia replied, "but
you're so cute, and everybody loves you."

   "I'd give anything to be built like you," she replied.

   "Well I'll ask him if the medication has anything to do with it my
bigger boobs.  I have to go back to the doctor in two weeks, I can ask him
if there is anything he can do to help you out," Olivia offered.

   All the talk about her boobs and then bringing up her doctor's visit and
remembering the orgasm Dr.  Sanders gave her, had her hormones in
overdrive. She wanted to run to the bathroom and rip her jeans off and
masturbate, but it was only first period.  This was going to be hell if she
couldn't get herself off soon.

   Olivia headed to the bathroom between periods and knew she would only
have a few minutes if she wanted to make it to her next class on time.  She
dropped her jeans and panties and went to work on her clit.  "Oh this would
be so much easier with the cream, I don't know what's in it, but I know
what it does," she thought.

   Olivia came bursting through the door to her next class just as the bell
went off.  "Just in time Ms.  Hastings, another few seconds and I would
have had to write you up for a late," said her science teacher, Mr. 
Fraser. "Yes sir, it won't happen again," Olivia replied as she hurried to
her seat.  Ted Fraser's eyes lingered on her rear end as she made her way
to her seat.  "Yeah, that might be worth going to jail over," he thought.

   Olivia found her seat and plopped herself down, she hoped her sopping
wet pussy didn't soak through and leave a wet spot on her jeans.  Her needs
satiated for the moment, she hoped she could focus again on school.  Her
reprieve would be only temporary, by lunch period she was desperate for yet
another orgasm.

   By the end of school, Olivia had escaped to the bathroom three more
times to pleasure herself and her thoughts were focused on getting home and
spending some quality time with her cream, her hands and her pussy.

   Olivia had only made it about a quarter mile from the school when she
heard a car horn honk.  "Hey Liv, you want a ride home?" yelled her
neighbor, Steve.

   "Sure," she said as she climbed into the passenger seat.  She was so
preoccupied with her pussy and her need for a climax that she barely heard
Steve ask her what she was up to?

   "Oh, no plans tonight, maybe watch a movie if anything good is on," she
answered.

   "I got some good DVD's you might like, I'll drop them over later before
I head over to my buddy's house," Steve commented.

   Distracted by her urge to cum, she tuned Steve out and put her hands in
her lap.  She discretely massaged her hand into her crotch and applied
pressure to the top of her slit.  Steve glanced over and caught Olivia
pushing her hands down onto her crotch.  "Must have an itch or something,"
he thought.

   As he drove on, he could have sworn he saw her repeat the same move
again.  "Is she rubbing her pussy in my car?  Maybe she's growing up a
little faster than I gave her credit for," he thought.

   "Hey kid, we're here," Steve said.

   "Thanks for the ride," she replied and headed for her house.

   Steve admired her ass and the athletic way her body moved as she walked
up the steps to her door.  "Definitely fuckable jailbait," he thought.

   With her mother at work, she had an empty house and all night to spend
masturbating.  She walked into the kitchen and took her pill and then
headed to her room and stripped off her clothes.  She looked at her growing
boobs in the mirror and they looked noticeably larger.  She picked up the
cream and headed over to her bed.  "Time to do it the right way," she said.


   Olivia piled up her pillows on her bed to give her a comfortable venue
to really frig herself right.  With a large scoop of cream, she rubbed it
thoroughly onto her clitoral area and into her tiny little slit.  The
effect was immediate as it lubricated her ministrations and spiked her
arousal immediately.  Four orgasms at school and now she needed a few more.
"Why am I so damn horny?" she wondered.  "Must be part of puberty, just
like the bigger boobs," she thought.  "That puberty does some strange
things."

   Her attention back to her crotch, she repeatedly rubbed her clit until
the nub swelled up and stood proud from the surrounding hood.  Her other
hand penetrating knuckle deep into her love tube, her middle finger dipping
in and out of the tight channel.  It was so tight that she was pretty sure
that one finger was all that was going to fit in there.  She was lost in
her building pleasure, her moans and groans building in volume filling the
empty room.  Her body tensed and her back spasmed, her legs shooting
straight out as she screamed, "aagghhhhhh," as the biggest orgasm of her
life ripped through her.

   Steve knocked again expecting the young hotty to answer the door. 
Checking the door he found it unlocked.  "I'll just drop these off and go,"
he thought.

   "Hello, Olivia, you home?" he called out.  No answer, hmm, "maybe she's
asleep or something?" he wondered.  She shouldn't leave the door unlocked
if she's going to fall asleep, some pervert could just walk in, oh wait I
just did!" he laughed to himself.

   From the back of the house he heard something and went to check it out.
There sprawled out in all her naked glory was twelve year old Olivia
Hastings, one hand with a finger knuckle deep in her pussy, the other hand
rubbing furiously on her clit, moaning towards an impending orgasm. 
Startled by what he found before him, it took him a second to realize he
had a golden opportunity before him and he dug for his phone.  He got the
video recording only seconds before she screamed out her obvious orgasm,
her limbs flailing through the experience.

   "That was fucking awesome," Steve shouted to a startled Olivia.

   "Steve, what are you doing here?  I mean, get OUT!  Get out Now!" she
shouted.

   "Oh, I don't think so," he said holding up his cell phone.  "I got the
whole thing recorded and it's the most amazing thing I ever saw.  I knew
you'd be smoking hot, but Damn!  Look at you, nice pert titties, they're
actually much bigger than I expected, a nice shaved bush and perfect tan
lines," he stated.

   Olivia dove under her covers trying to hide her nakedness from her next
door neighbor.  "I said get out, how many times to I have to tell you to
get out!  I'll call my mother, better yet, I'll call the cops!" she
threatened.

   "That's fine, call the cops, this video will be on youtube, motherless,
and every other web site I can think of, before they even get their fat
asses out of the doughnut shop.  I'll post it on Craig's List and say
you're a hooker and give them your address and phone number.  Try
explaining that to dear old mom," Steve said as he returned the threat.

   "Noooo, you can't do that, just delete it please, please, please?" she
begged.

   "You can't do that, I'd be ruined, people will think I'm some kind of
slut they way I just acted," she cried.

   "You aren't `some kind of slut', you're `my' kind of slut," he replied.
"And you're perfect just the way you are.  I especially like the shaved
bush," Steve commented.

   Still trying to get over her shock at being busted in the middle of her
most private moment, she mumbled, "I don't shave."

   "What was that?"

   "I don't shave, I just don't have much hair down there yet," she
replied.

   "Even better, now show me," he ordered.

   "What, I can't do that!" she complained.

   "Ok, I'll leave and get this video unleashed now, bye," Steve said and
started to walk away.

   "Wait, don't go, don't go, I'll do it!" she whimpered realizing that he
held all the cards and she could do nothing to stop him if he decided to
post that video.

   Reluctantly, she pulled back the covers and exposed her naked pussy to a
man for the second time in as many days.  Steve quickly snapped a few more
photos of Olivia on full display.

   "Ok, now spread your legs so I can see your puss," Steve ordered. 
Feeling helpless, seeing her world on a precipice ready to crash down,
Olivia followed Steve's directions as he positioned her in various poses,
taking close-up shots of her cunt and her puffy nipples.  "Pull your lips
open, I want to see your pink," he commanded.  "So that's what a hymen
looks like, damn you're a virgin girl," he said.

   "Oh course I am, I'm only twelve," she replied.

   "You're so damn hot, I thought for sure somebody would have gotten to
you by now," he said.  "Guess that'll have to be me," Steve thought.

   "You think I'm hot, really?"

   "Girl you're da' bomb," he replied as he snapped away.

   "You need to leave, my mom will be home soon, she's coming home early
tonight and if she comes home and finds me naked and you here, she'll kill
us both," Olivia said.

   "Bullshit, she's never home before 11, but just in case, leave a note
saying you're at your friend's house and come over to my house, it's empty,
we'll have all night to play," Steve instructed.

   "I can't do that," she began as a protest.

   "Don't start with what you can't do because we both know what will
happen if this video or these photos get out, so put on some clothes and
let's go," he ordered.  "Something sexy, none of this granny shit you left
here on the floor.

   Olivia went through her closet, she was only twelve, she really didn't
have any sexy clothes.  "Here let me help, what about this skirt?" Steve
asked.

   "It's not a skirt, it's a pool cover-up, and it's too small."

   "Put it on, leave the underwear, you aren't going to need it."

   "But,....," was all she got out before she realized there was no point
in arguing.

   "This shirt too," he said as he handed her a white halter top.

   "It's not a shirt, it's halter...," stopping herself in mid sentence
realizing he wouldn't care either way what it was.

   "No bra either, those perfect titties don't need it," he replied.

   A few minutes later and Olivia looked like a wet dream, the cover-up
only reaching a few inches past her ass and the halter looking like it
might burst, her luscious tits straining the white cotton material, her
puffy nipples clearly outlined through the fabric.

   "But somebody might see me, I can't be seen like this," she complained.

   "It's dark out and you're only going next door, so stop your bitching,
you're lucky I don't march you over there naked!"

   On that note she shut up and let herself be led through the back door
out into the cool night, her nipples contracting in the cold air, clearly
poking out the thin cotton.
   ~ end of chapter 1 ~ comments welcome - alinafan69@yahoo.com