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A Little Money on the Side
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A teenage girl and some of her friends who live in 
poverty get sucked in by the neighborhood child 
molester and agree to have sex with adults and her 
friends and pose for pictures in exchange for money. 
Trouble ensues when she tries to back out of her 
agreement. (M+/ff-teen, ff-teens, ped, nc, 1st, exh, 
oral, anal, bi)

***

Anyone who knows me can tell you that I'm not the 
brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. I don't worry 
about that too much though. At fourteen, I'll be 
fifteen in five weeks, I have already been turning 
heads for a couple of years. I am five foot nothing and 
weigh ninety pounds. I already wear a B cup bra and 
those puppies are still growing. I have long blonde 
hair and a pretty face. 

I don't mean to suggest I'm stupid or anything. I'm 
glad that I am pretty and sexy but I know I need more 
than that to get by. It's just that I have to work my 
ass off to get Bs and Cs in school. I learn the stuff I 
have to learn but it doesn't come easy to me the way 
that it does for some of the kids at school that brag 
about never cracking a book.

I may not be quick but it was pretty obvious, even to 
me, that my best friend Stacy suddenly had things 
lately that neither she nor her parents could afford. 

If there was a railroad in our town we would live on 
the wrong side of the tracks. We lived where the other 
poor people in our town lived. It wasn't a slum or 
anything. But nobody we knew was buying their own home. 
Our parents all rented and we weren't starving but a 
lot of us were just getting by. Nobody on my block had 
a new car or a big screen TV. I didn't even know anyone 
who had cable or satellite.

But at least we didn't live in a big city and there 
weren't any gangs. You could find drugs if you really 
wanted to but they weren't a big problem. Or if they 
were I didn't know about it. I didn't use them and I 
don't think any of my friends did.

We didn't have cell phones or IPods or any of those 
expensive video game players. Well, one of the kids had 
an X-box. But his dad took it in payment for doing some 
work for a guy a while back. They only had like three 
games for it and we had played those to death.

My mom was a single mom. I don't know who my dad was 
and if my mom knew she didn't share it with me. She 
worked downtown at the Wal-mart, working lousy hours 
and making just enough to live on as long as we didn't 
eat much.

Stacy had a mom and dad but her dad hurt his back real 
bad and he can't work now. He can hardly even walk. He 
has been trying for a year to get disability but I 
guess the Government is giving so much of our money to 
illegal aliens and an illegal war in Iraq that it can't 
help out an average American that needs it.

Stacy and I spent all of our time together up until 
recently. Lately though, about half the time I go over 
to see her she has been off somewhere doing something. 
And even though we have been best friends since we were 
five she refused to tell me what she was doing. 

I was curious enough about that. But then she started 
having things. She had some nice new clothes. They were 
things I knew for a fact her mother wouldn't buy for 
her. Short skirts and sexy tops, stuff that she kept 
hidden from her mom. Then one day I went to her house 
and her dad yelled for me to come in when I knocked. He 
sent be back to her room and she was back there with a 
brand new IPod!

Like I said, I'm not known for my ability to solve 
difficult problems. But if you hit me in the head with 
it long enough, I'm gonna figure out you are holding a 
club. I knew that Stacy was getting money from 
somewhere and that it was not from somewhere that her 
parents would approve of. And she wasn't just keeping 
it from them. I could have understood that. She was 
keeping it from me!

I stood in her bedroom door and stared in disbelief. 
She got real nervous when she saw me and started to try 
to hide it. Then she said, "Damn it Sara! Come in and 
close the door!"

I closed her door and went over and sat on her bed and 
asked, "Come on Stacy! What the hell is going on? How 
are you getting this stuff?"

She put the IPod in the box and started to stuff it 
under her bed. While she was doing that I asked, "Don't 
you need a computer to use an IPod?"

She answered, "I'm getting one."

She looked at me for a few minutes. I kept waiting for 
some kind of explanation. I watched her face and I 
could see that she was trying to think of some 
plausible explanation for something that didn't have 
one. She didn't want to tell me where she was getting 
the money for this stuff. So I knew it had to be bad.

I finally said, "Stacy, we have been best friends for 
ten years. You know everything about me. Until this 
started I knew everything about you. What are you into 
girl? Are you selling drugs?"

She rolled her eyes and said, "Of course not!"

But she didn't say anything else.

We sat there in silence, a very uncomfortable silence, 
for several long minutes. I was just about to say the 
hell with it and leave when her brother Brian just 
barged in and said, "Hey sis, I've got your…"

He saw me and stopped. He put his hand behind his back, 
but not before I saw a wad of money in it.

Stacy looked up and she looked furious. Brian said, 
"Sorry," and started to back out of the room. 

I said, "Hold on a damn minute! Brian, get in here!"

Brian and Stacy looked at each other and finally Brian 
said, "You should tell her Stacy. She might be 
interested."

Stacy hissed loudly, "Get the fuck out of my room!"

Brian looked at her for a minute and then walked over 
and dropped some money on the bed between us and walked 
out.

I looked down and saw two twenty dollar bills on the 
bed.

I didn't know what she was keeping from me but whatever 
it was it looked like a pretty good deal! I couldn't 
believe she would stumble onto some way of making so 
much money and not share it with me. I was really hurt. 
I got up slowly and fighting back the tears I said, "I 
thought you were my best friend."

I turned and headed for the door. My heart was broken. 
I didn't have much in the world. But I had my best 
friend, up until now. I had the door open and I was 
half way out when she called out, "Sara wait!"

She got up and came over and pulled me back into the 
room. She hugged me and said, "I'm sorry Sara. You are 
my best friend. That's why I don't want to tell you. 
You are much too nice to get involved in what I am 
doing. I don't even think you could do it. But mostly I 
don't want you to find out what I'm doing and hate me."

We were both crying now and I insisted, "I could never 
hate you! Stacy, I've only got two people in my life. I 
have my mom and you. And I never see my mom. She's 
always at work. If I didn't have you I couldn't stand 
it."

She turned me loose and pushed me back around to sit on 
her bed. She pulled a handful of tissue from the box on 
her nightstand and hand me some of them. When we had 
both wiped our eyes and blown our noses and got 
ourselves under control she said, "Sara, I'm doing 
something bad. There are a bunch of us. Well, maybe not 
a bunch. There's Brian and me and, Danny and Kirk and 
Didi, Tawney and Sharon. We are all doing it. Brian has 
been doing it for a while but I started about three 
weeks ago."

"Doing what?!" I asked. 

She was bright red. She looked more anguished than I 
had ever seen her before. I was almost tempted to let 
her off the hook. But I couldn't. This was too big. I 
didn't know what it was but I knew it was something 
big.

I asked, "Are you doing something illegal?"

She stopped to think for a moment and seemed to be 
surprised by her own answer. She nodded and said, 
"Yeah, I guess it is. I never thought about it before."

Finally she said, "You have to swear never to tell 
anyone if I tell you. I mean it Sara. You can never 
tell anyone ever."

I smiled and asked, "Who would I tell Stacy? You are 
the only one I ever talk to!"

She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. She said, 
"You are going to hate me when you find out what I'm 
doing."

I shook my head violently and exclaimed, "You know I 
never could hate you. Stacy, I love you. You are my 
best friend. I don't have a sister or a brother. If I 
did I would love you more."

Stacy looked down at the two twenty dollar bills in her 
hand and asked, "Remember the guy that moved into that 
old house near the end of Mountain Street last month? 
You saw him a couple of times and said he was creepy. 
You didn't like the way he looked at you when you 
walked by."

I definitely remembered him. He never did or said 
anything to me. He just made me nervous the way he 
watched me whenever I walked by his house. I nodded and 
looked at her curiously. What could he have to do with 
this?

Stacy never looked up from the money in her hands. She 
quietly said, "He is paying us to come to his house and 
do things, things we shouldn't do, bad things. It 
started with Tawney and Danny. They live a couple of 
houses down from him. Then he asked them if any of 
their friends would like to make some money too. Now 
it's the seven of us. We aren't all there all the time. 
Sometimes it's just one or two of us, sometimes more. 
Sometimes we, oh Jesus Sara! I don't want to tell you 
what we do."

I believe I mentioned earlier that I am no Albert 
Einstein. It didn't take a genius to figure out what 
she was talking about. She was having sex for money! 
And as soon as I realized it I exclaimed, "You're doing 
it! You're doing it for money!"

She shivered and said, "Not every time. Sometimes he 
just takes pictures of us. Sometimes they are just nude 
pictures. Sometimes we have sex with each other and he 
watches and takes pictures. Whenever we go there one or 
more of us has to have sex with him. Sometimes he has 
some friends over and we have to pose for them or put 
on a little sex show and then they all have sex with 
us. Sometimes we have to do it in front of a big ass 
camera and he broadcasts it to people on the internet. 
I guess he has a pay site. Every time we go he gives us 
money. The more we do the more money he gives us."

I stared at her in disbelief for a minute or so and 
then I asked, "How could you do that?!"

She shrugged and said, "I'm tired of being poor. I'm 
tired of not having the things that other kids have."

She paused and said, "It isn't so bad. You get used to 
it. It was hard at first. Some of the shit he makes you 
do is really gross. But I've got nice clothes now! I've 
got a cell phone and I have an IPod and I'm getting a 
computer."

She finally looked at me and quietly said, "It's worth 
it to me."

I was stunned. My best friend was a prostitute! 

I asked, "What kinds of gross things?"

She looked down again. She paused for a long time and 
then she almost whispered, "I have had sex with all of 
them, even the girls. And now I'm having sex with 
Brian. They think it's hot to see a brother and sister 
doing it."

I asked, "What does he do with the pictures?"

She said, "I don't know. He has a big collection, 
thousands of them. I think he sells them on his 
internet website."

"Doesn't that bother you?" I asked.

She replied, "It did at first. But I figure that no one 
that buys them is going to know me or ever see me. I 
don't like the things I do Sara. I'm embarrassed. 
That's why I didn't want to tell you. But I like the 
money and nobody is getting hurt. Well, it hurts a 
little sometimes. It hurt a little when he took my 
cherry, and one of his friends likes to fuck the girls 
in the ass. That hurts a little. It's embarrassing and 
they treat us like shit but they pay us good."

I still couldn't imagine doing what she was doing. But 
I had another question. "What are you telling your 
parents about the stuff you are buying?"

She shrugged again and said, "So far all I've got was 
some clothes. Until today that is. I told my mom a 
couple of weeks ago that me and Brian are working part 
time at the library. I'm not going to tell her about 
the IPod. I'm going to tell her that I got the computer 
from a kid at school who got a new one and was going to 
give his old one to the thrift shop. As long as I take 
it out of the boxes before I bring it home she won't 
know the difference."

I suddenly remembered what she had said a moment ago 
and I asked, "What is it like having sex with Brian? 
And other girls?!"

She actually grinned and said, "A couple of the girls 
are pretty good at it. We have talked about getting 
together sometime when it's just us girls. We have had 
some fun. Brian isn't so bad. He cums too quick, so you 
never get off. But he is getting better about that. It 
was hard for me at first. Brian didn't seem to care. 
For him it was just another chance to get laid. He 
didn't care who the girl was. The worst part is now he 
thinks he can fuck me any time he wants. He makes me 
suck his cock or fuck him every day now. I don't like 
it but I'm afraid to fight him. I am afraid that mom or 
dad will find out if I raise a stink. It's easier to 
just give in."

"And you have to fuck that old guy too?" I asked 
incredulously.

She nodded and said, "Yeah. One of us always has to, or 
suck him off. And when his friends are there they all 
get off too. That's why it's better when there are more 
girls there. A couple of times I had to get five guys 
off. I was the only one there. Sometimes the guys have 
to do it too. Brian has had to suck him off a couple of 
times. He hates it but the guy pays him extra for doing 
it. I can always tell when he has had to do it. He's 
all pissed off when he gets home and he's kind of rough 
on me."

"How often do you go over there?"

"It depends. The first week I was there twice. The next 
week three times. Last week I went three times but he 
called me on the cell phone one night and I had to 
sneak out and go over again one night."

I noticed the way she said that. "Had to?" I asked.

She responded quietly, "It's kind of like he sucks you 
in. At first he just takes some pictures and feels you 
up a little. The first time he took pictures of me 
undressing and then I posed for about half an hour in 
the nude. Then he made me sit beside him on the couch 
and he felt me up and I ended up beating him off. It 
was kind of gross but then he gave me forty bucks. 
Shit! I never had more than five bucks all at one time 
in my fucking life!"

"I felt dirty when I left there," she continued. "But 
all the way home I was thinking of the things that I 
could do with forty dollars and I decided that I could 
live with feeling a little dirty."

Just then the door opened again and Brian came in and 
closed it behind him. He looked back and forth between 
us and then he asked Stacy, "Did you tell her?"

Stacy gave him that furious look again and responded, 
"She isn't interested!"

I looked at her and asked, "Tell me what? What am I not 
interested in?"

Brian gave me an evil little grin and said, "He wants 
us to find new girls for him. If we find one he'll pay 
us fifty bucks. And if he gets to pop her cherry he'll 
give us a hundred and the girl a hundred. You're a 
virgin aren't you Sara?"

Stacy turned and hissed, "That's none of your fucking 
business! Now get out of my room!"

He grinned and let her push him to the door but before 
he went out he said, "He wants you there tomorrow right 
after school."

Tomorrow was Wednesday. We had planned on hanging out 
together after school. That creep on Mountain Street 
was spending more time with my best friend than I was.

Brian finally left and once more Stacy couldn't look me 
in the eye.

I said, "One hundred dollars?"

She said, "You couldn't handle it Sara. You are too 
nice a person. And I couldn't stand it if you got 
sucked into that because of me."

I said, "You are handling it." I paused and then I 
said, "I wouldn't mind having things too. I don't like 
being poor."

Then I stopped and thought, "Am I really considering 
this?!"

Stacy grabbed my hands and squeezed them so hard that 
it hurt. She had an urgent tone in her voice when she 
said, "No Sara! You would hate it. It isn't easy. The 
things that he makes us do are terrible. I…you are just 
too nice a person. Don't even think about it."

I whispered, "We could help each other. We could 
support each other. We could be there for each other. 
And if I tried it and couldn't handle it I could always 
quit."

She glanced at the door and then she said nervously, 
"No Sara. He doesn't let you quit. Once he takes those 
pictures he has you over a barrel. If you tell him you 
want out he threatens to send those pictures to people 
and have one of the kids hand them out at school."

I said, "So you have to do this forever?"

She shook her head and said, "No, just until I'm 
sixteen. He says there is no market for pictures of 
girls once they reach sixteen, or at least not with his 
customers. He only wants kids between the ages of 
fourteen and sixteen."

I was silent for a minute and then, under my breath I 
said, "That's awful!"

She shrugged and said, "It really isn't so bad. Most of 
that stuff is just hard the first time or two that you 
do it. Some of it is actually kind of fun. In fact, the 
more I do it the more exciting some things are. But I 
don't like that I can't quit. Still, I'm getting what I 
wanted out of it."

It was getting late and I was supposed to be home. But 
my mother wouldn't be home until midnight and we didn't 
have a phone so she wouldn't know. I hated lying to my 
mother. But the odds are that I wouldn't have to. In 
fact, the odds are that I wouldn't even see her until 
Saturday.

I was surprised when I realized that Stacy and I were 
still holding hands. I squeezed her hands and said, 
"Tell me about it. I want to know what it's like."

She looked at me for a second and then asked, "Tell you 
about what? What do you mean you want to know what it's 
like? What are you talking about? Sara, you can't be 
considering it!"

I instantly replied, "NO! Oh god no. I just wonder what 
it's like to undress for a man. What is it like to do 
what he tells you? What is his…what is it like to touch 
his…you know! What is it like to put it in your mouth? 
What was it like to lose your virginity? Oh god Stacy! 
There are a thousand questions you could answer for 
me!"

She laughed quietly and I said, "What? What is so 
funny?"

She leaned forward and said, "If you really want to 
know what it is like I can go get Brian. He would love 
to answer your questions for you!"

I actually considered her offer for a moment before she 
put the heel of her hand on my forehead and nearly 
pushed me off the bed. 

She said, "Sara! That was a joke!"

I smiled and said, "I've never seen a boy's cock. You 
saw your brother's when you were growing up. I don't 
have a brother."

She laughed and said, "Until a couple of weeks ago I 
hadn't seen it since he was about five. I was four and 
I didn't remember it. Besides, it wouldn't be the same. 
Trust me."

I asked, "How did you get into this?"

She replied, "Brian was in it before me. He was in it 
for a month before I got in. But he didn't get me in. 
He didn't want me in. I'm not sure why. The horny 
bastard was always trying to catch me naked or in my 
underwear, the little pervert. So I would have thought 
that he would want me in it. But it was Didi that 
recruited me. I was walking home from school with her 
and her cell phone rang. I was astonished that she had 
a cell phone and I asked her where she got it. She told 
me she got it from a guy that gives her money to do 
things. She said that he had just called her and asked 
her to come over. I walked with her. It was on the way 
home anyway. On the way she told me a little about it, 
not much. Enough to get me interested."

"When we got to his house I begged her to let me talk 
to him. It wasn't hard to convince her. She wanted the 
extra hundred dollars. I went in with her and she 
introduced me. He was creepy but I didn't care. I 
already knew I wanted the money and I already knew I'd 
do whatever it took to get it. I was sick to death of 
being one of the have-nots at school. I see the things 
that the other kids have and it seems so unfair to me 
that I have to go without. They turn in papers that 
they do on their computers and I turn in handwritten 
papers that no computer has checked for errors. The way 
I saw it I was already getting fucked. At least if I 
did it at his house I might get a few orgasms out of 
it."

"Did you?" I asked.

She blushed and said, "Almost every time. Sometimes I 
have a lot of them."

"What was it like that first time?" I asked.

"Do you mean that day, the first day?"

I nodded.

"It was just him and Didi and me," she responded. 
"First we talked and he told me what would be expected 
of me. He even showed me some of the pictures that he 
took."

She shivered as she remembered the details of that 
first afternoon. Then she said, "I guess I have always 
had a kind of dirty mind because I thought some of 
those pictures were pretty hot. But then I saw one with 
Brian in it and I thought, 'That son of a bitch!' He 
was coming over here and getting paid and he never said 
a word to me about it. I figured if my rotten brother 
could do it then why the hell not! But to be honest, I 
think I made my mind up before we ever got to the 
house."

"I told him that I wanted to do it and he smiled and 
said that he had to ask me some questions first. I had 
to tell him how old I was and he was happy about that. 
I had to assure him that I was still a virgin. I had to 
promise to come whenever he needed me but he said that 
he wouldn't interfere with school or get me in trouble 
with my parents. And I had to promise to do whatever he 
told me to do. He also warned me that I would do things 
that I probably had never imagined and that I would do 
those things with people besides him. He didn't go into 
detail about that. I doubt if I would have cared by 
then. He was holding a one hundred dollar bill in his 
hand and I was hooked. He didn't give me the money that 
day though. He showed it to me and said that he was not 
going to take my cherry that day. But if I came back 
the next day he would take my cherry and give me the 
hundred."

"He got his camera out and he ordered me to undress. I 
don't know if I was more embarrassed because I was 
undressing in front of a man for the first time or 
because Didi was watching. But I did it. I took all of 
my clothes off and then he pulled me over to the couch 
and I sat down beside him while he made Didi undress. 
When she was naked he gave her the camera and she took 
pictures while he felt me up for a while and kissed me 
like I was his girlfriend. He checked to make sure I 
was still a virgin. Then he showed me how to beat his 
meat."

"When he was done he made Didi put the camera down and 
come over and lick his cock and my hand clean. Then he 
gave me forty dollars and told me to come over after 
school the next day."

"I rushed home after that and went to my room and sat 
there staring at the money and thinking about what I 
had just done. And do you know what I did then? I lay 
on my back and masturbated! Jesus Sara! When he sent me 
home without fucking me I was disappointed!"

I had a thousand more questions but there was a tap on 
the door and Stacy's mother came in. Stacy's mom was 
beautiful and funny and I had always liked her. She had 
been like a second mother to me over the last few 
years. But in the last year since her husband had hurt 
his back she looked like she had aged ten years. It was 
disturbing to see her. The hard work and the stress of 
living on only her income were killing her. 

I thought then of the money that Stacy and Brian were 
making. They were making more money now than their 
mother was, and contributing none of it to the family. 
That made me think of my own mother. I helped around 
the house as much as I could. But my mom was providing 
our only income too. 

Stacy's mom smiled and said hello. She asked me if I 
was staying for dinner. I told her that I couldn't. I 
had to get home and do my homework. She tried to get me 
to stay but I knew she couldn't afford to feed me. And 
I really did have homework to do.

She asked Stacy to set the table and I went out with 
them and said goodbye. All the way home I was thinking 
about what Stacy had told me. It was scary. But it was 
also very exciting. I tried to imagine myself doing the 
things that Stacy was doing and by the time I got home 
I was so turned on that I went right to my room and got 
undressed and masturbated.

I had only recently begun to masturbate. I didn't do it 
often. Most of the time I didn't masturbate to orgasm. 
I merely rubbed myself gently between my legs after I 
went to bed and enjoyed the pleasant sensations until I 
drifted off to sleep. Not this time. This time I lay on 
my bed, naked from the waist down and I pictured myself 
going to the creepy old guy's house and being a virtual 
sex slave. When I had finished I rested for a minute or 
two and then did it all over again. I had never done 
that before!

I sat up when I was finished and took my top and my bra 
off. I went to the bathroom and after I washed my hands 
I looked at myself in the mirror. In the last year my 
body had really changed a lot. My breasts had grown 
from training bra to a B cup so fast you could almost 
see them grow! My pubic hair had sprouted but the hair 
was nearly as blonde as the hair on my head and I 
thought that it still looked embarrassingly immature. 

I had a waist now and hips, and for the most part I was 
very satisfied with the way I looked. One good thing 
about living in poverty was that you didn't have to 
worry too much about getting fat. I very seldom got to 
enjoy a soft drink or a bag of chips. I got enough to 
eat, but never more than just enough to eat. With all 
the walking that we did, gaining weight was not 
something I had to worry about.

I put on an old pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt and 
made myself a peanut butter sandwich for supper. Many 
of my meals were either peanut butter or tuna fish 
sandwiches and a glass of milk.

I put my books on the kitchen table and tried to 
concentrate on my homework. But my mind was filled with 
other things. I thought of how much easier life would 
be for my mom if I was bringing in a little money to 
help out. My mom was getting old fast too, for the same 
reasons as Stacy's mom. But I realized that I would be 
hard pressed to explain to my mother how I had come to 
possess large sums of money.

I wasn't really fooling myself though. While I would 
love to make my mother's life easier that wasn't what 
was really motivating me. I was turned on by the idea 
of going to that creepy old dude's house on Mountain 
Street and volunteering to be his sex slave. The things 
that Stacy had told me about were so embarrassing, so 
humiliating, and yet so very exciting. I was having a 
hell of a time concentrating on my homework.

I kept reminding myself of all of the drawbacks. I kept 
telling myself that, although it made for an exciting 
fantasy, in real life it would suck big time! In real 
life there would be unpleasant tastes and smells and 
there would be discomfort and pain.

I got a kick out of the way guys looked at me now, even 
old guys. I acted like I didn't. But I liked it that I 
was pretty and sexy and even if I am a dumb blonde I am 
smart enough to know that if the guys weren't looking 
I'd be pissed. 

But I could only imagine what it would be like to go to 
that house and undress for that man and his friends and 
pose for naked pictures and then let them do anything 
that they wanted to do to me. Actually, that was the 
problem. I could imagine it. And every time I did, it 
almost took my breath away.

And then I thought about the money. I wanted the same 
things that Stacy wanted. I would love to have a cell 
phone and an IPod and a computer. God! I would love a 
computer!

But more than that, I would love to be able to take 
some of the stress off of my mom. It would be so cool 
if I could contribute some money to the family budget. 
My mom was always joking about her lobster dinner when 
she had a tuna sandwich or her peanut butter steak. I 
could just imagine her face if one night she had a 
great big steak for dinner when she came home from that 
job she hates so much. Maybe even a glass of wine.

Unfortunately, even if there was a place that a girl my 
age could legitimately earn that much money she 
wouldn't let me work there, not with my grades.

I struggled to push all of that out of my head and 
eventually I finished my homework. I took a shower and 
went to bed but instead of going to sleep I imagined 
that I was at that house on Mountain Street.

Those thoughts were still spinning around in my brain 
when my mother got home at twelve-thirty in the 
morning. I heard her come in and go to the kitchen. I 
got up and went out to say hello. I didn't see much of 
her when she was working this shift, which lately was 
most of the time. They paid her a little more to work 
the late shift so even though she had enough seniority 
now to work more day shifts she continued to work the 
evening shift often enough to pay the bills and buy 
food.

I was barefoot and she didn't hear me coming. When I 
entered the kitchen she was sitting at the table 
staring at the wall with tears running down her cheeks. 
She didn't see me at first. She sat there crying 
quietly and staring off into space. I noticed that, 
just like Stacy's mom, she seemed to be aging much 
faster lately. I hurried over to give her a hug and by 
the time I reached her I was crying too.

She held me tight and then she wiped her eyes and said, 
"I had something in my eye."

I kissed her and said, "Liar!"

She asked, "What's the matter? What are you doing up? 
Are you alright?"

I assured her that I had just gotten up to go to the 
bathroom when I heard her come in. I just wanted to say 
goodnight and tell her that I loved her. Then I asked 
her why she was crying.

She gave me about half a smile and said, "Oh I'm just 
tired. I hate this night shift. My body never seems to 
adjust to working until midnight. But I'm going to have 
to work this shift for two more weeks at least. It 
really sucks being at the bottom of the food chain."

I got a package of tuna fish out and made her a 
sandwich. She kept telling me to go to bed but I 
ignored her. I put the sandwich in front of her and 
poured her a glass of milk. Then I sat across from her 
and watched her stare at her "lobster" dinner. I kept 
urging her to eat and finally she took a few bites of 
her sandwich. 

She got paid every two weeks on Friday. She had been 
working nothing but evening shift lately and she was 
going to have a comparatively large check this payday. 
She said, "I have all the bills paid for this month and 
I'm going to have a little extra money this week. Let's 
go out for dinner Saturday afternoon before I go to 
work."

Going out to dinner for us meant going to a small diner 
up on the main road. It was a cheap place to eat but 
the food was okay. Not good, just okay. It was nice 
having someone else bring you something to eat and then 
clean up afterwards though. And it was nice having a 
full meal and not just eating soup or a sandwich.

She finished her sandwich and I rinsed her plate and 
put it away. She stood up and said, "Come on baby. You 
have school in the morning." She gave me a hug and 
pushed me out of the kitchen. 

I stopped at the kitchen door and turned and asked, "Do 
you cry often when you get home from work?"

She shook her head no, but she looked guilty. I knew 
she was lying to me. It occurred to me that she had not 
been out on a date, not ever as far as I could 
remember. She must be lonely. But beyond that, she was 
the sole provider in this house and once all of the 
manufacturing jobs went away, thanks in large part to 
her current employer, she was forced to take a minimum 
wage job with no benefits. Now we were living not much 
better than the poor people who worked in virtual 
slavery to produce the products that were sold in Wal-
mart at mark ups that should have been illegal.

It must have seemed like such a hopeless struggle to 
her. I had not been unaware of how difficult her life 
was before. Our poverty made it obvious. But tonight I 
got a look at how hopeless her life was. She had 
nothing but a lifetime of loneliness, poverty and 
deprivation to look forward to. It was so depressing. I 
hurried back to my room so that she wouldn't see me cry 
for her.

I lay in bed in the dark crying quietly for my mother 
and her life without joy. I thought again of the extra 
money that I could make if I put myself in the hands of 
that pervert. The problem would be finding some way to 
sneak it into the budget without raising suspicion.

When I finally fell asleep I was still trying to solve 
that problem. But my dreams were not about money. My 
dreams were about afternoons spent in sexual servitude.

In the morning I dressed quietly and got ready for 
school. I had a bowl of cereal and went out to wait for 
Stacy to come by. We always walked to school together. 

She looked uncomfortable when she approached but I 
smiled and tried to act like nothing had changed 
between us. I couldn't help it though. I had to ask. I 
still had a lot of questions about what happened in 
that house. Well, no, not so much about what happened 
there. I had questions about how Stacy felt about it. 
Because I thought that I might better gauge my own 
reactions if I knew more about hers.

She still didn't want to talk about it. But I managed 
to get her to tell me what it was like when she lost 
her virginity. What it felt like, what was going 
through her mind and how she felt about it now.

That was all we had time to talk about before we got 
close to the school and there were too many kids around 
to discuss it any further.

Stacy and I did everything together and had since 
kindergarten. We had decided on our class schedule 
together and we shared all but one class. We sat 
together in class and ate lunch together out in a quiet 
corner of the school yard.

While we were sitting in our usual place eating our 
sandwiches I was looking at the want ads in a newspaper 
I had taken out of our civics teacher's trash can. I 
wasn't looking for a job. I was looking for a job that 
I could say that I had to explain having money. Of 
course if there had been any decent jobs there I might 
have considered them. But then, my mother would never 
have consented to me taking a job that would interfere 
with my schoolwork. She knew how hard I had to work to 
get the average grades that I was getting now. She had 
smiled once and told me not to worry, I came by it 
naturally. She had been a terrible student too. And she 
had worked very hard in school, just like me.

I gave up after looking at the two columns of dead end 
jobs in the paper. They were the same jobs that were 
always there, day after day, week after week. I put the 
paper down and I was about to ask Stacy another 
question about her new profession when something caught 
my eye. 

In the bottom corner of the want ad section was a large 
ad with big black letters across the top. They were 
hiring teenagers to sell magazine subscriptions door to 
door. I could not have done that. I was much too shy. 
And even if I could have, I doubt very much that there 
was a lot of money to be made going door to door for an 
hour or two in the afternoon, especially not in my part 
of town. But my mom might not know it. I so much wanted 
to help her, to relieve some of the stress in her life 
and give us both a better standard of living. I wanted 
a computer to do my school work on. But to be perfectly 
honest, I couldn't stop thinking about going to that 
house and undressing in front of a man for the first 
time.

I folded up my lunch bag and put it in my purse. I sat 
there beside Stacy for a moment and finally I asked, 
"Stace, how would you like to make a hundred dollars?"

She instantly responded, "Sara! No! You really don't 
want to do this Sara."

I turned to look at her and I asked, "Are you sorry?"

She thought about her answer and then she said, "A 
little. I'm sorry about some things."

"Like what?" I asked.

She got a weird look on her face and said, "For one 
thing I'm sorry about my asshole brother coming to my 
room every night for a fucking blowjob!"

I looked around to make sure that no one was close and 
I asked, "What's it like? What is it like to suck a 
boy's cock? What is it like when he cums in your 
mouth?"

She groaned. I knew she was tired of my questions. But 
she said, "It depends. It depends on the girl. Some 
girls like it. Some hate it. It depends on the guy. I 
like it with some guys but I hate it with others. It's 
a kind of sexy thing to do. But if you don't like the 
guy or he is treating you like shit and being a little 
rough then it isn't so hot. When a guy cums in your 
mouth it is really hard to take at first. You have to 
get used to it. The first four or five times I gagged 
and almost threw up. It doesn't taste very good. Cum is 
kind of bitter. It smells and tastes a lot like bleach. 
You get used to it though. The older guys keep trying 
to force their cocks down your throat. They fuck your 
mouth like it's your pussy. I guess once we get used to 
it we'll be able to do that. Sharon already is."

Stacy put her hand on my arm and said, "But Sara, you 
aren't like me. I don't think you can do this."

She may be right. But she didn't know how hard it had 
been for me to fall asleep last night. She didn't know 
that I had masturbated when I got home last night, 
imagining that I was being molested by that creep. She 
didn't know about the dreams I had last night.

After sitting in silence for a few minutes I said, 
"Stace, I want to try it. I want to help my mom with 
some extra money. I want a computer. But it isn't just 
that. I think maybe you don't know me as well as you 
think you do. When I got home last night I went right 
to my room and I masturbated. And I dreamt about those 
things you told me about when I finally managed to fall 
asleep. I'm almost fifteen so it will only be for a 
year. And if it is really bad, well, we will have each 
other for support. I want to do it."

She was quiet for a few minutes. It was almost time to 
go back inside. She sighed loudly and said, "Sara, 
think about eating my pussy. Can you do that?"

I shivered when she said that. I'm not sure why. I had 
never really thought about eating my best friend's 
pussy. But last night I had thought about doing it with 
one of the other girls. I had imagined doing it with 
Tawney while some dirty old men watched us. But in my 
mind I saw us doing it as if I were watching from 
across the room. I didn't imagine what it was like to 
actually put my mouth on another girl's pussy. I 
couldn't really. I had no idea what it would be like.

The bell finally rang and we stood up. Just before we 
started back in I said, "You do it. And last night you 
said that you like it."

She shook her head in frustration and said, "Think 
about it Sara. Think about it real hard. Think about 
some of the bad things. We'll talk on the walk home 
after school."

We only have two classes in the afternoon. One of them 
is algebra and I am really struggling in that. I had to 
force myself to pay attention and it was a constant 
struggle. My last class is history. For some reason 
history is the one class that I don't have trouble 
with. I like history. It is actually interesting, 
unlike most of my classes. And I really like my history 
teacher this year. He just graduated from college and 
he is young and kind of cute. He is always very proper 
when he talks to us. But he is friendly and doesn't 
talk down to us. I wish all of my teachers were like 
him.

Unfortunately, as much as I enjoy his class I didn't 
hear a word he said today. It's a good thing that Stacy 
was in my class so I could get the homework assignment 
from her. I didn't hear a thing he said between the 
bells. I sat at my desk and thought about going to that 
house and I found myself getting very excited. Several 
times I was slowly opening and closing my legs and 
Stacy had to reach over and punch my shoulder to make 
me realize that I was all but masturbating in class.

We went to our lockers after the bell rang and then we 
headed towards home. Except that we weren't headed 
towards home. We were headed for a house on Mountain 
Street.

Once the crowd of kids around us thinned out Stacy 
whispered, "Cunt! Jesus Sara, I thought you were going 
to have an orgasm in class!"

I blushed and responded, "I almost did."

She said, "Sara, this is so wrong for you. You are 
making a mistake. You are not the kind of girl that can 
handle the things that he is going to make you do. 
Think about it girl! Think about letting any man, or 
any boy, who wants to have sex with you, do it to you, 
any way that they want. Think about all the people who 
he sells those pictures to seeing you naked and sucking 
cocks and getting fucked and eating pussy."

When she was finished trying to shock me I responded, 
"I have been Stace. I am starting to think that neither 
one of us knew me very well. I know that I am shy. But 
my panties are soaking wet right now. You are probably 
right. I may very well be sorry that I made you take me 
there. But the money he gives me will make up for that. 
I think that going to that house for a year can't be 
any worse than a year of algebra. I have made up my 
mind. I'm going. So you might as well take me and get 
some money out of it too. And don't worry. I won't 
blame you if I end up hating it as much as you say I 
will. You tried very hard to keep it a secret from me 
and you tried even harder to talk me out of it. I'll 
remember that. I'll even let you say 'I told you so' 
when I come crying to you later."

From that moment on we walked in silence to that 
pervert's house on Mountain Street. She stopped at the 
gate and said, "Last chance Sara. Think with your head, 
not your pussy."

I chuckled at that but then the front door opened and 
there he was, our friendly, neighborhood child 
molester. I saw the recognition in his eyes when he saw 
me. He had often watched me passing by his house. He 
looked happy to see me. I shuddered in revulsion at the 
thought of what I was going to do. But it was a 
revulsion heavily tinged with teenage hormone driven 
lust and more than a little greed. For some reason the 
idea that what I was going to do in that house was so 
terrible was really exciting me. I decided that I 
didn't want to spend too much time analyzing that.

We went through the gate and up to the small front 
porch. Stacy said, "Mr. Todd, this is my friend Sara. 
She wants to…you know."

He grinned and stood back to let us in. We entered and 
I found myself standing in his small, sparsely 
furnished living room. I detected an unpleasant smell 
that I recognized as the smell an old, rundown house 
gets when it has stood empty for a long time. We had 
lived in enough of them over the years before we moved 
into the house we live in now. 

Mr. Todd ushered us in and asked Stacy, "She knows what 
we do here?"

Stacy answered, "Yes sir. I told her yesterday."

He turned to me and asked, "Why do you want to join our 
little group Sara?"

I blushed as I stood there in front of him. His eyes 
were all over my body and it was just as creepy as it 
always was. I answered, "My mom is a single mother and 
we need the money."

He walked around me slowly and as he did he asked, "Is 
that the only reason? You are just doing it for the 
money?"

I quickly answered, "Yes sir!" 

But then I saw his skeptical look and I blushed even 
more deeply. It was like he already knew I was lying. 

I said, "That's why I'm doing it, for the money. I'm 
nervous. No, actually I'm scared. But I will admit I 
got a little…excited. Thinking about the things she 
told me last night was stimulating. But I've never done 
any of that stuff and it's scary."

He smiled and said, "So you are a virgin?"

I nodded, blushing more deeply again.

He asked, "And Stacy told you about the money she made 
for selling me her cherry?"

I nodded.

He took my book bag from me and put it down by the 
door. Then he went over to a table and picked up an 
expensive looking digital camera. He waved me further 
into the room and ordered Stacy to go sit down. 

He moved to a movie camera on a tripod in the corner 
and turned it on. He made sure that it was pointing at 
me and then he came over to where I was standing.

He took a half a dozen pictures as he circled around me 
and then he said, "I want you to slowly lift your 
skirt. Look at the camera while you do it."

My knees were shaking so much that I was afraid that I 
was going to fall down. I dropped my hands to the front 
of my skirt and started slowly working the front of it 
up with my fingers, gathering the material in my hands 
and baring my thighs to the camera.

As I worked my skirt up he took picture after picture, 
almost as rapidly as he could push the button. I just 
stared at the word Nikon on the front of the camera and 
tried to figure out what I was feeling as I lifted my 
skirt in front of this dirty old man.

I felt the blood suffusing my face. My scalp tingled. I 
could hear my heart beating loudly. I hated to admit it 
but I realized that I was getting very turned on. With 
every passing minute, as I performed my first act of 
submission, it was becoming more obvious to me that I 
am not the girl that I thought I was. It isn't that I 
wasn't scared. I was scared to death. I was so scared 
that I was having trouble breathing. Or was that from 
excitement?

I was surprised when I felt the hem of my skirt in my 
hand and I realized that the crotch of my underwear was 
exposed to this man and his camera. I slowly lifted my 
skirt up until my hands were level with my waist and 
the front of my panties was completely exposed.

Mr. Todd took a handful of pictures and said, "Spread 
your legs a little farther apart Sara. You have 
beautiful legs and I love the way your mound pushes out 
against your underwear. You have one of those sexy 
protruding mounds. I love it. I can see that you have 
been thinking about coming here all day. There is a 
very large wet spot in the front of your panties. I 
think that once you get broken in and learn to relax a 
little you are going to have a lot of fun here."

I didn't want to admit it, even to myself I guess. But 
I thought he was right. I was awfully excited for 
someone who was not "that kind of girl."

He straightened up and lowered his camera and said, 
"That was fantastic Sara. Now turn around and do it 
again with the back of your skirt, nice and slow like 
you did the front."

I dropped my skirt and turned my back to him. I placed 
my hands over my ass and started gathering the back of 
my skirt just like I had the front. I could tell when 
the lower edge of my underwear came into view. Once I 
had exposed about an inch or so of my underwear he 
instructed me to turn my head and look at him over my 
shoulder. 

I continued to pull my skirt up in back until my entire 
ass was on display in my light blue panties. I was 
staring at his camera again and I saw Stacy sitting on 
the couch behind him. I was startled. I had forgotten 
all about her. I caught a glimpse of her face. She 
still looked worried. I didn't know what was to come. I 
knew that I wouldn't like everything that happened to 
me in this house. But I realized that I wasn't worried. 

Mr. Todd put his camera down again and said, "Okay 
Sara, let your skirt fall back into place and turn 
around now."

When I was facing him once more he said, "I want you to 
take off your blouse now. Stare right into my camera 
and slowly unbutton it and…no, wait a minute. I have a 
better idea. We're going to do this differently."

He turned and said, "Stacy, get over here."

Stacy got up and came over to where I was standing. He 
smiled, well, leered is a better description. Then he 
said, "Stacy, I want you to stand behind your friend 
and remove her skirt."

Mr. Todd started taking pictures as Stacy unbuttoned 
and unzipped my skirt in the back. She slowly pushed it 
down over my hips and down my legs. It fell around my 
feet on the bare floor and I stepped out of it and 
kicked it away. 

Mr. Todd took more pictures of my panties peeking out 
from under the tails of my blouse. 

After he had enough pictures he instructed her to reach 
around and slowly unbutton my blouse.

Her arms came around me and I felt her body pressing 
against me from the back. Her fingers weren't shaking 
like mine and she made quick work of the buttons. She 
let my blouse fall open and after he got some pictures 
she slowly eased my blouse down off of my shoulders and 
down my arms. Now I was standing in front of a man I 
had just met, wearing only my bra and panties. 

He had no way of knowing, but Stacy knew that this was 
the only matching bra and panty set that I owned. She 
knew that I had put them on this morning in 
anticipation of undressing in front of a man, in front 
of a camera for the first time.

I heard her whisper softly in my ear when she slid my 
blouse down, "Slut!"

I took it in the spirit that I'm sure it was meant and 
it calmed me down a little.

Mr. Todd instructed her to kiss my shoulders and the 
back of my neck and reach around and cup my breasts 
through my bra. Well, he didn't say breasts.

I felt hands other than mine on my breasts for the 
first time and even through my bra it was amazing. I 
shivered with pleasure and my pleasure was multiplied 
by her warm, soft kisses on my neck. 

I had to stifle a moan of excitement as she moved her 
lips over my neck and shoulders and gently squeezed my 
breasts. I was embarrassed about the look that I knew 
his camera was capturing on my face. I should have been 
mortified, standing in front of a man in my underwear 
with my best friend holding my breasts. I wasn't.

He ordered Stacy to remove my bra and while she 
struggled with the clasp behind my back and he took 
more pictures he asked, "So you two are friends, good 
friends?"

I answered breathlessly, "Stace is my best friend. We 
have been best friends since kindergarten."

"But this is the first time she has kissed you or 
played with your tits?" he asked.

I whispered, "Yes sir." Then I added, "This is the 
first time anyone has touched them."

As I said that I felt my bra sliding down my arms and 
the cups falling away from my breasts. 

I very nearly had an orgasm just from having my breasts 
exposed.

I heard him say, "Fucking beautiful!" and then he took 
pictures of them from every angle. 

He ordered Stacy to massage them again and then to play 
with my nipples. The first time her fingers pulled and 
then squeezed on my hard little nipples I cried out and 
my eyes closed. My head fell back against Stacy's 
shoulder and I sighed loudly. I whispered, "Oh my god! 
Stacy!"

I heard her chuckle quietly but she didn't say anything 
at first. After he had taken a dozen more pictures she 
whispered, "It feels nice doesn't it?"

I couldn't even speak. I just said, "Mmmmm."

Mr. Todd said, "Okay Stacey, take the panties off now."

She kissed my neck one last time and then sank to her 
knees behind me. I stood there unsteadily as she slowly 
peeled my underwear down over my hips and my pussy was 
revealed to a man for the first time.

He clicked off picture after picture until my panties 
were lying on top of the rest of my clothes. Then he 
came in for some extreme close-ups. At times the camera 
was only inches from my opening.

As he took those pictures he said, "I can smell your 
arousal Sara. You are one hot little cunt. I think that 
you are going to have a lot of fun here. I know I'm 
going to."

Stacy started to get to her feet again but he said, "No 
Stacy, don't get up yet. Sara, spread your legs about 
shoulder width apart."

I spread my shaky legs apart as ordered. I suppose I 
should have been expecting it but when he reached down 
and ran his fat finger through my slit I cried out and 
my hands reached for his wrist without any conscious 
thought on my part. I wasn't trying to push him away. I 
was holding his hand there! When his finger had touched 
me a feeling like and electric shock had shot through 
my body, a very pleasant electric shock. It was the 
most wonderful feeling I had ever experienced. It was 
so wonderful that if Stacy hadn't reached out to steady 
me I would have fallen. My body was twitching 
uncontrollably as if I had lost the ability to control 
my muscles!

Mr. Todd laughed and pulled his hand free. He stepped 
back and started taking more pictures and he said, 
"Okay Stacy. Reach around and make your best friend 
very happy."

Stacy's hand, which was still gripping my hip, slid 
around and eased across my stomach. Her finger tips 
moved lightly through my pubic hair and then I felt 
them slide through my dripping wet pussy. 

Her fingers didn't enter me. They slid through the 
moisture that must have been pouring out of me. Then 
they move around my clit without actually touching it. 
That was the last straw. I struggled to stay on my feet 
but I cried out and I had an orgasm while he filmed my 
face in the throes of passion. I was no longer 
embarrassed or self-conscious. I was far too stimulated 
to feel anything but pleasure.

He finally stepped back and ordered Stacy to stand up. 
I almost fell when she moved away from me. I had been 
leaning on her rather heavily. I had no strength in my 
legs at all. 

He told us not to move and I stood there trying to 
regain my strength while he quickly replaced the memory 
card in his camera. When he was done he handed the 
camera to Stacy and stood in front of me while he took 
his clothes off.

He was not an attractive person. He was in his mid to 
late forties I guess. He wasn't scary ugly, but his 
face was scarred with pock marks. He had a very big 
nose and there was something about his expression that 
bordered on evil. The single large bushy eyebrow that 
stretched from one side of his face to the other didn't 
do anything for his appearance either.

He was heavy set, what they call beefy I guess. Not 
really fat but definitely out of shape. He pulled his 
jockey shorts down and I discovered that his nose and 
his fingers were not the only large appendages he had. 
His dick was long and fat and hard and although it was 
the first one that I had ever seen I was very 
impressed, and very nervous.

He nodded at Stacy and she started taking pictures as 
he grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to the couch. He 
ordered her to aim the movie camera towards us and she 
stepped over to the corner and adjusted it. 

The first thing he did once the camera was pointing at 
us again was pull me down beside him and order me to 
spread my legs wide open. Then he ordered me to hold my 
pussy spread wide open so that Stacy could take a 
picture of my hymen. My mind told me that what he was 
asking me to do was gross. But my body wasn't 
listening. I nearly had another orgasm as Stacy came in 
close and peered right up inside of me through the 
camera viewfinder.

She took several pictures and then moved back and 
started taking pictures as his hands started exploring 
my body. While he played with my tits he ordered me to 
hold his cock in my hand. I reached down and wrapped my 
fingers around his fat cock and I was amazed at the way 
it felt. It was hard and soft at the same time. It felt 
so hot that I thought it was going to burn my hand. My 
fingers didn't go all the way around it and the thought 
that he would soon be forcing that thing inside of my 
body was scary. But it was also very, very exciting. 

I didn't care if he was old and ugly and a pervert. I 
was so turned on at that moment I was ready to beg him 
to fuck me. I remembered that Stacy had said that he 
didn't take her cherry that first day. I hoped that he 
wouldn't make me wait. I desperately wanted to be 
fucked. I was scared, but I was ready.

I caught the look on Stacy's face once when she had 
lowered the camera and was changing positions. There 
was a mixture of amusement and what I think was 
excitement. I think that she didn't feel so bad anymore 
about her part in leading me into the clutches of this 
pervert.

Mr. Todd tilted my face up and began kissing me. These 
were not gentle, loving kisses. He was excited and he 
was all but raping me with his mouth. His tongue 
invaded my mouth and I struggled to please him. I 
wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. He didn't seem 
to notice. I guess it didn't matter what I did. He was 
kissing me passionately, brutally. His large hands and 
long thick fingers were squeezing my tits and rubbing 
my pussy. He was constantly pulling his tongue from 
between my lips long enough to breathlessly tell me 
what a hot cunt I was and how much he was going to love 
fucking my virgin pussy. 

My lips and tongue were nearly numb from his rough 
kisses when he took his mouth away. He leaned down and 
took one of my tits into his mouth. When I felt is lips 
around my nipple and the prickly stubble on his cheeks 
and his chin pressing into my soft flesh I cried out 
and came again. So many firsts! So much excitement! My 
head was swimming in lust.

I felt the warm, clear fluid that was oozing out of the 
head of his dick begin to drip down over my fingers. I 
shivered, but not in disgust. It only served to fire my 
lust.

He whispered in my ear, "I normally don't do this with 
a girl the first time she comes here. But you are one 
hot little bitch. I want you to get down between my 
knees and suck on my cock Sara. You have gotten me 
hotter than hell. I want to cum in your mouth and it 
won't take long. Get down there now and start sucking. 
I'll warn you when I'm going to cum. I don't want you 
to spill a drop bitch. I really hate it when a girl 
doesn't swallow all the cum in her mouth."

I dropped to my knees and wedged myself in between his 
large thighs. I stared down at his fat cock, throbbing 
wildly as it rested against his stomach. I reached out 
and pulled it upright and slowly leaned down and ran my 
tongue around the shiny knob. 

He sighed loudly and his hips came up off the cushion 
for a moment. Then he sat back down and said, "Yeah 
bitch! Take it in your hot mouth. Let's see how much of 
that cock you can swallow."

I paused for a second to evaluate the taste of that 
shiny fluid that coated the top half of his large cock 
and I realized that it had almost no taste at all. It 
certainly wasn't unpleasant.

So far sucking a cock was pretty exciting and I was 
encouraged. I quickly obeyed his orders. I placed my 
lips around the fat knob and began to slowly slide them 
down his shaft. He sighed again and said, "Oh shit! 
Bitch you are a natural fucking cock sucker! Eat that 
thing baby!"

For some reason those horrible words excited me all the 
more.

I opened my eyes and saw Stacy right in my face with 
the camera and I saw the look on her face. She was 
almost as excited as I was!

She met my gaze and in a soft but husky voice she said, 
"Go ahead bitch, suck that cock. Show me how much you 
can take. I want to see you take that thing right down 
your throat! I want to see you drink his cum!"

She sounded like she was going to cum before he did, 
just from watching me!

The head of his cock finally reached the back of my 
throat and I started gagging. I pulled back and forced 
myself to calm down and she started giving me advice on 
how to get over my body's natural desire to gag. Then 
she said, "Go ahead cunt. Try it. Suck that dick you 
cocksucker. You know you want to. You're a cunt, a 
fucking slut like me. Do it cocksucker!"

I don't know which of the three of us was being more 
turned on by her nasty mouth. But she was sure as hell 
getting to me!

I listened to her advice and soon the head of his cock 
was hitting the back of my throat on every stroke and I 
wasn't gagging any longer. I started trying to force it 
down into my throat. My mind was telling me that it was 
too big, too fat, it wouldn't fit. But I was desperate 
to do it and I don't even know why. I was getting 
frustrated because I just couldn't seem to force it 
down. But she helped me again. 

She had her elbow resting on the cushion, holding the 
camera only inches from my face. Her finger was pushing 
the button every few seconds but her other hand was 
free. She reached out and after teasing my swollen 
nipple for a few seconds she suddenly squeezed it with 
all of her might. 

I screamed in pain. When I screamed I felt his cock 
slide right down into my throat. Then I had a huge 
orgasm. I moaned around his cock and he suddenly 
reached out and held the back of my head, pressing my 
face against his stomach and I felt his cock throbbing 
in my throat. I knew he was cumming inside of me and I 
came again.

I started to panic when he didn't let my head go. But 
suddenly I managed to suck in some air through my nose 
and I realized that I could breath. I relaxed then and 
stopped trying to pull my head back. When I stopped 
fighting him he released my head and I stayed there 
like that, with his cock in my throat, and I rested.

I started to feel his cock moving and I realized that 
it was going soft and sliding out of my throat. It kind 
of tickled a little until it came free and I finally 
took a few deep breaths and nuzzled his cock with my 
face as it lay there on his stomach.

Mr. Todd lifted my face and said, "You sweet, horny 
little slut! Now you get your reward." 

He pointed to the area rug in front of him and ordered 
me to lie down.

I thought he was going to fuck me now. Instead, he took 
the camera from Stacy and said, "Get undressed and eat 
your friend out."

Stacy stood over me grinning as she undressed. I smiled 
at her and she asked, "Are you ready for your first 
taste of pussy, bitch?"

I just smiled. At that moment I was ready for anything.

I had seen her naked before. But not in a sexual 
situation, not just before she knelt over my face and 
then stretched out over me so that she could eat my 
pussy. I watched as her tits were uncovered and I could 
see that they were swollen and her nipples were 
sticking out like two little, no two large erasers. I 
had never seen her nipples like that before. They 
looked like two little hard ons.

Her skin was stark white. She was a redhead and never 
went out in the sun because she turned into a freckle 
factory. She had a few freckles on her neck and upper 
chest. She also had a bright red, neatly trimmed patch 
of pubic hair which had always secretly fascinated me. 
I was a little jealous because it looked so much more 
adult than my sparse little bush.

Her pussy was dark pink and looked swollen. I could see 
the moisture around her slit. It was obvious that 
watching me had really excited her. It turned me on 
that I turned her on. I realized that now that it was 
about to happen, I not only didn't have any qualms 
about tasting her pussy, I was looking forward to it!

She gently dropped to her knees beside me and leaned 
over and kissed my lips. The kiss was gentle at first. 
But as I responded it quickly became very passionate. I 
put my arms around her back and held her close and our 
tongues explored each other's mouth lovingly.

I felt her tits brushing up against mine and it was a 
strangely erotic feeling. I brought my right arm from 
around her back and I gently cupped her tit. I couldn't 
believe how exciting it was. No wonder guys were so 
fascinated by tits! Her tit felt so sexy in my hand. I 
don't even know why. But it did.

We kissed for several minutes before she lifted her 
head and said, "I had no idea you were such a fucking 
slut!"

I grinned and said, "I didn't either!"

She leaned down and kissed my lips again and then she 
wheeled around and her knees were on either side of my 
head. She slid down over me and I felt her breasts 
slide over my stomach just before her warm breath began 
to heat up my pussy. I felt her lips touch me down 
there and begin to move all around my slit. 

I moaned in pleasure and began to return her kisses 
passionately. I found that I loved the scent of her 
aroused pussy. I loved the way it looked and when I 
finally traced a path through it with my tongue I loved 
the way she tasted. But most of all I heard her moan in 
pleasure and I loved that I could excite her like that.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eyes from time 
to time and I was aware that Mr. Todd was photographing 
our every move. It didn't bother me though. In fact, it 
made it just that much more exciting. 

Stacy and I both started having orgasms almost 
immediately. We were almost out of control, but we 
didn't stop. I had never been so consumed with lust in 
my short life and I doubted that I ever would again. I 
didn't want this to ever end.

Mr. Todd finally put the camera down and I saw him 
kneel behind Stacy. He inched forward and I stopped 
what I was doing when the head of his re-inflated cock 
nosed my lips out of the way and began working its way 
inside of my best friend's soaking wet pussy.

I stared in fascination as that fat cock slowly wormed 
its way inside of her only inches from my face. It was 
immediately obvious that Stacy liked it. Her mouth came 
down on my pussy, covering it completely and as he 
forced his cock inside of her she started biting down 
my pussy and moaning loudly. It was the most incredible 
thing to watch, made more so by the sensations in my 
pussy. I was still nervous about having something that 
large inside of me. But even so I found that I was 
jealous. I wanted to feel what she was feeling. I don't 
know what his reasoning was but he obviously wasn't 
going to fuck me this afternoon. 

When his cock was most of the way inside of her his 
balls started dragging across my face. His balls were 
hairy and wrinkled and ugly and it was so exciting! I 
closed my eyes and tilted my head and began licking and 
sucking on Stacy's clit and licking around her pussy as 
it swelled and contracted with the movements of Mr. 
Todd's cock. 

Stacy started screaming while he fucked her with 
rapidly increasing force and I teased her with my 
tongue. I also licked at his wet shaft as it moved in 
and out of her and his balls whenever they were within 
reach of my tongue.

It wasn't long before all three of us were cumming 
loudly. 

Mr. Todd stopped fucking Stacy after he came and slowly 
pulled his cock out of her. It was still about half 
hard. He pressed it against my lips and I opened my 
mouth without even thinking and let him shove his slimy 
cock between my lips. I sucked it clean and then 
continued to suck it gently until he pulled it free. 

He reached up and got his camera from the table and lay 
down on the floor between Stacy's legs. His head was 
almost touching mine. He ordered me to lick her pussy 
clean. I saw the cream from his cock beginning to ooze 
out of her. He had cum in my throat a little while ago 
but his cum had all gone straight down my throat. I 
hadn't actually tasted it. 

I was going to taste it now.

I saw the camera lens near my face and I saw his finger 
moving on the button. I heard the faint click as he 
took one pictures after another while my tongue began 
to scoop up his cum and for the first time I tasted it. 
Her description of what it was like flashed through my 
mind and it was dead on. I could smell and taste the 
slightly unpleasant bleachy flavor. 

I swallowed the first few drops easily and then I 
scooped out a large dollop of it and let it rest on my 
tongue while I tried to decide how I felt about it. I 
found that I agreed with Stacy. It was not a very 
pleasant taste, but it was an extremely exciting thing 
to do, to take a man's cum in your mouth. The stuff 
that comes out of the hole in the end of his cock! 
Gross! But very exciting. 

When I could finally get no more of Mr. Todd's juices 
out of her pussy I let my head fall back and come to 
rest on the carpet. I was exhausted. 

He got up and helped us to our feet. Then he sat in his 
chair and said, "Would you girls like a beer?"

I answered without thinking, "No thank you. I'm too 
young to drink."

He got a big laugh out of that and I realized as soon 
as I said it that it was an incredibly stupid thing to 
say. I smiled at him, embarrassed at having said 
something so stupid, and I rephrased it. "Thank you, 
but I don't drink."

He told Stacy to go get him a beer and while she was 
gone he opened a drawer beside his chair and took out a 
small pad. He asked me for my full name and address and 
he wrote them down. Then he pulled out another small 
pad and wrote my name and address down and tore off the 
top sheet and handed it to me. 

It was a prescription and I looked at him curiously. He 
said, "Birth control pills. I don't want you girls 
getting knocked up."

He reached into the drawer again and handed me a cell 
phone and a charger for it. He showed me how to use it 
and said, "Most of the time you will know when I want 
you back here before I let you leave. But sometimes 
something comes up and I'm going to have to call you. 
You are going to have to find some way to sneak out of 
your house when I call you. I try not to do that often. 
I don't want to ruin a good thing so it's in my best 
interest that you girls don't get in trouble. But it 
can happen. It happened with Stacy already. If I do 
call you though, I won't accept any excuses. When you 
are called you come."

I nodded. I wanted to tell him that I would have to be 
home at midnight when my mother got home. But I didn't 
want him to know that I was home alone most evenings so 
I didn't say anything.

The last thing he pulled out of the drawer was a wad of 
cash. He handed us both fifty dollars and said, "I'm 
giving you an extra ten bucks apiece because you did 
such a good job. Sara, I think you are going to work 
out just fine."

He told us that we could get dressed and leave. While 
he watched us put our clothes on and sipped his beer, 
Stacy said, "Mr. Todd, Bryan is really getting to be a 
pain in the ass. He comes into my room every night and 
fucks me or makes me suck him off. Can you do anything 
about that?"

He grinned and said, "I already did something about 
that sweetie. I gave him permission. Anytime he wants 
some ass you give it to him. I told him he could let 
his friends fuck you too if they wanted to."

He looked at me and said, "That's going to apply to you 
too, once I bust your cherry. I'll let you and Bryan 
both know when he can have you."

I should have been really upset by that news. Stacy 
was. Instead I felt a shiver of anticipation run 
through my body like an electric shock. And I didn't 
even like Bryan. He was a real shit. So were his 
friends.

Mr. Todd said, "Okay, get out of here. I have work to 
do. I want you back here tomorrow Sara, right after 
school."

I said, "Yes sir." We grabbed our book bags and I 
followed Stacy outside.

We hurried out to the sidewalk and as soon as we were 
away from the house Stacy turned to me and exclaimed, 
"You fucking slut! You're a bigger slut than I am!"

I grabbed her hand and squeezed. It took every bit of 
my self control to keep from squealing in excitement. I 
groaned and said, "I want to take you in my arms and 
hold you so tight that you can't breathe and I want to 
kiss you and bite your neck until you bleed. Oh Jesus 
Stacy! I've never been so…I…oh god! I can't even talk! 
I was so pissed that he didn't fuck me. You said he 
wouldn't but I wanted to. I wanted it so bad! Oh Jesus! 
I am a slut! I didn't even know it! Right now I just 
want to go running all over town fucking every boy that 
I see!"

She laughed and said, "Come on slut. Let's go to your 
house."

As we walked the three blocks to my house I raved 
quietly about how much I loved eating pussy and how 
much I loved sucking cock. I went on about how exciting 
it had been when she undressed me and touched me and 
what his cock looked like and felt like and tasted 
like. She just smiled and kept walking.

When we got to my house she followed me inside and as 
soon as I closed the door we dropped out bags and 
hugged like lovers. But then, I guess that we are 
lovers now. She held me tight for a moment and then she 
pushed me away and said, "Okay slut. You have to settle 
down now. What do you have to drink around here?"

There were two choices. Cold water from the tap or cold 
water from the tap with ice cubes.

I made us both a glass of ice water and we went to my 
room. She sat on my bed and watched while I undressed 
and put my shorts and t-shirt on. She got serious then. 
She said, "Sara, I can't believe that I never really 
noticed how beautiful you are before, or how sexy."

I blushed and said, "I'm not as hot as you are. Stacy, 
you have a perfect body and that flaming red hair is so 
beautiful."

She smiled and said, "Yeah, I'm kinda hot. But I've 
always flaunted it. You were the quiet little girl in 
the background all this time. I can't believe I was 
worried about you!"

She was quiet for a minute and then she said, "You are 
going to be alone tomorrow. At least I guess you are. I 
won't be there. There could be other men there or one 
or more of the other kids. When some of his friends 
come over he isn't so nice. He gets a little rougher on 
us. I think he is trying to impress them. It isn't that 
he is going to beat you or anything. But he'll grab 
your hair and jerk you around by it or squeeze your 
tits real hard, shit like that. And they talk down to 
you, treat you like trash. It's like they are trying to 
make you cry or something. And his friends are rough 
too, especially the guy that's likes to fuck young 
girls in the ass. He is a real prick."

She continued, "If you want some good advice, find 
something and start fucking yourself in the ass with it 
for a little while every afternoon. Stretch your ass 
out before he does it with his cock. His dick isn't 
that fat. Not like Mr. Todd's. But it still hurts when 
he does it."

I shuddered and replied, "I don't have anything to put 
in my butt!"

She smiled and said, "You don't have a butt. Sluts have 
asses. Come on, let's go look in your room. Do you have 
some Vaseline?"

I shook my head and she said, "Let's look in your mom's 
room. She might have some."

We went to my mom's room and looked on her dresser and 
her nightstand. No Vaseline. Stacy started opening 
drawers and I said, "Stacy! Don't do that! It isn't 
right. That's snooping."

Stacy grinned and reached down pulled up a long black 
dildo shaped just like a man's cock. It even had a pair 
of big, lifelike rubber balls. I almost wet my pants! I 
would have bet the fifty dollars I had just been given 
that my mom didn't have anything like that in the 
house. I would have bet she didn't even know what they 
were.

Stacy brought it to her face and sniffed it. I 
exclaimed, "Stacy! What are you doing?!"

She pulled me over to where she was standing and 
pointed down. There were a half dozen penis shaped toys 
of various descriptions in the drawer. 

Stacy reached in and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. She 
said, "Come on slut," and took me by the hand and 
pulled me back to my room. She made me take off my 
shorts and kneel on my bed. 

Nothing happened for a minute and then I felt her 
finger worming in between my ass cheeks and pushing 
against my asshole. I jumped slightly when she touched 
me there. I was surprised at how good it felt. She 
started working her finger inside of me. It was cold at 
first because of the lubricant. But it warmed up 
quickly. 

She pushed her finger in and out of my ass very slowly 
for a minute or so and then she repeated the process. 
This time she greased up two fingers and began fucking 
my ass with them.

After a few minutes she pulled her fingers out and a 
minute later I felt the tip of that black rubber cock 
pressing against me. I tensed up but she slapped my ass 
and said, "Relax cunt! Push back against it like you 
are trying to go to the bathroom. That relaxes the 
muscles and it will go in easier."

I couldn't do it at first. I was just too nervous. But 
finally I concentrated and forced myself to relax. 
Suddenly the big knob on the end of that thing popped 
inside of me and I came right up off of the bed.

I exclaimed, "Fuck me! Shit! That hurts! Stop it 
Stacy!"

She stopped pushing but she didn't pull it out. She 
said, "Put your head down on your arms again Sara. Just 
relax. Honey, trust me. You are going to be glad I did 
this. This thing is thicker than that asshole's cock. 
If you get used to this you'll be able to handle him 
with no problems."

I grunted and gasped, "I don't think I can do it."

She left it in me though and then, after several 
minutes she slowly slid it in a little further. She 
paused again and then she pulled it back. I thought she 
was taking it out but to my dismay she pulled it back a 
couple of inches and then slowly pushed it back in. It 
went in a little further this time. I was grunting and 
gasping in pain. I found that it was difficult to 
breathe. I also found that I had the embarrassing 
feeling that I had to go to the bathroom.

I finally told her that she would have to stop because 
I had to go to the bathroom. She informed me that it 
always felt that way.

She pulled it almost all the way out and put some more 
KY on it and then started pushing it back in. This time 
I felt it bottom out. I had that entire ten inch long 
rubber cock inside of me! I felt the fake rubber balls 
pressing against my ass.

She held it in place for a few minutes and gradually I 
started to relax and I even got to where I could stand 
it. It didn't feel good. It just didn't hurt so much. I 
was starting to breathe instead of pant.

She began to slowly draw it out and then push it back 
inside of me in slow, short strokes. I was gradually 
getting used to it. After a few minutes she said, "You 
look pretty sexy with a black cock sticking into your 
ass. I wonder if Mr. Todd has any black friends."

I didn't know if she was teasing or not but I found 
myself wondering what it would be like to be fucked by 
a black man. Not in the ass. I wasn't fond of this at 
all. But maybe later it might be interesting to have 
sex with a black man.

After a few minutes I exclaimed, "Jesus Stace! Are you 
going to fuck me until you cum?"

She laughed and slowly pulled it out of me. I put my 
feet on the floor and stood up carefully. I felt like I 
had been punched in the gut. I still felt like I had to 
go to the bathroom too. 

She handed my mother's black cock to me. That's a 
sentence a girl doesn't use every day. She said, "Here, 
go wash this with soap and water and then we'll put it 
back."

I held it up and looked at it. It looked huge. I said, 
"I wonder where she got this?"

Stacy laughed and said, "I doubt if she picked it up at 
Wal-mart!"

I went to the bathroom and washed the dildo. Then I 
washed my hands and my ass. I sat on the toilet for a 
few minutes but nothing happened and I realized that I 
didn't have to go. It really was just the dildo.

Stacy was waiting for me in the hallway when I came out 
of the bathroom and we went back to my mother's room. 
She showed me where it was positioned in the drawer and 
put the KY jelly back the way she had found it. She 
closed the drawer and said, "I know you didn't like 
that Sara. But I'm serious. The more you get used to 
that big ass dildo the easier it will be on you when 
old Buster Ass comes over to take you for a ride. He 
gets all the girls eventually. And ass fucking is his 
favorite sport."

We went back to my room and I put my shorts back on. I 
slipped my sandals on and then I suddenly started 
laughing hysterically.

I finally collapsed on my bed and when I could finally 
talk I said, "I've just been fucked in the ass by my 
best girlfriend! That's something I never thought I'd 
say!"

She giggled and said, "By the end of next week I 
imagine you will be able to say a lot of things that 
you didn't expect you'd ever say. I bet you never 
thought you'd eat my pussy or suck the cum out of it 
either. Did you?"

I shook my head and said, "No, but I loved it. What 
time to you have to get home?"

"Jesus Sara! Instant nymphomaniac! I need to get home. 
But I'll give you my cell number and I want you to call 
me when you get home tomorrow. I want to hear all about 
it."

We exchanged cell numbers and she checked the ringer 
volume on my phone. Then she hugged me and went home. I 
looked at a clock for the first time since school let 
out and I was shocked to see that it was almost six 
o'clock.

I went out to the kitchen and ate a can of soup. I was 
sick to death of a diet of soup and sandwiches and 
cereal for breakfast. I promised myself that soon that 
would change.

I cleaned up the kitchen and put everything away. All 
the while my brain was spinning madly as the events of 
this afternoon whirled through my brain. I pictured the 
things that I had done and the pictures were very 
vivid. I was amazed that I had no regrets. I didn't 
feel bad about what I had done and I didn't have a low 
opinion of myself for having done them. 

The biggest problem I had was forcing myself to stop 
thinking about what I had done long enough to 
concentrate on my homework.

I finished my homework finally. I usually go back over 
my work and check it but I didn't see the point. I 
simply could not concentrate tonight. I couldn't get my 
mind off of sex.

I put my books in the bag and got them ready for 
tomorrow. I looked at the clock. It was only a quarter 
to nine but I hadn't slept much last night and I had an 
eventful day today. I was pretty tired. 

I took a shower and got ready for bed. I was holding my 
cell phone in my hand and trying to decide on a 
discreet place to charge it when it started ringing. It 
almost gave me a heart attack!

I answered it frantically, though there was no one in 
the house but me to hear the quiet ringing. It was Mr. 
Todd. He said, "Just checking slut. I wanted to make 
sure that you would answer it. If you ever need to call 
me my number is in your phone's directory."

Then he hung up without even saying goodbye!

I finally ended up plugging the charger in at the 
receptacle by the head of my bed. I slid the phone 
under my bed so that if my mother came in she wouldn't 
see it. I prayed that I would remember to take it with 
me in the morning. I wasn't used to having a phone to 
remember.

My brain was still in turmoil but I was exhausted and I 
was asleep by ten. I had one erotic dream after another 
but I slept through the night. The next morning my 
alarm played soft music for a good ten minutes before I 
heard it. I guess sex really wears a girl out.

I hadn't thought to pick out what I was going to wear 
today. I didn't have a large wardrobe to choose from 
but it was a special day. This was the day I was going 
to lose my virginity. I felt a twinge in my gut at the 
thought but I wasn't sure how much of that was fear and 
how much was excitement.

I picked out my second nicest bra and panty and then 
selected a nice, simple, slightly sexy print dress 
that, like all of my other clothes had been picked up 
cheap at the thrift shop. 

The dress only reached half way down my thighs and the 
pleated skirt was flirty. I liked it. It was one of my 
favorite dresses. It buttoned down the front and was 
easy to get in and out of. That was something I had 
never taken into consideration when getting dressed 
before.

I put on my sandals and started to go out to the 
kitchen for my cereal when I remembered the phone. I 
got a sinking feeling when I realized that I had almost 
forgotten it. 

I went to the kitchen and quickly made a sandwich for 
lunch and then had a small bowl of cereal. I cleaned up 
the kitchen after I ate and hurriedly brushed my teeth 
and my hair. When I got outside Stacy was on her way up 
the sidewalk to get me.

I smiled at her and said, "Sorry. I haven't slept well 
the last two days. Too much excitement. I think I need 
a scarier alarm clock."

She shook her head and said, "Come on slut."

As soon as we were away from my house she asked, "Any 
second thoughts?"

I shook my head and said, "Not one. A lot of exciting 
things happened to me yesterday. I can't think of one 
that I wouldn't want to repeat. Well, maybe what 
happened afterwards with that rubber dick up my ass. 
That wasn't the most fun I ever had with my pants off."

She laughed and then said, "Damn! I kind of enjoyed 
fucking you. I was hoping to do it again!"

I smiled and said, "Sweetheart you can fuck me any time 
you want. I'd just really appreciate it if you did it 
in a different hole or with a smaller cock. I didn't 
realize you had such a big cock."

She chuckled and said, "You are forgetting Sara, I 
fucked you with your mother's cock."

I responded, "Yeah, but I bet she doesn't stick that 
big thing up her ass."

Stacy said, "I told you, it's for your own good. You 
don't have to do it if you don't want to. But if you 
keep it up you'll thank me in the end, so to speak."

We were quiet for a moment and then she asked, "Are you 
scared?"

I shrugged and said, "Yeah, a little. But I'm excited 
too. I know that fourteen is a little young to start 
being sexually active. I doubt if there will be much 
difference in my mind or body a year or two from now 
though. I'm almost fully grown. I think my body is 
ready. And I bet that a lot of girls in our class 
aren't virgins anymore."

We had to change the subject then. We were running into 
other kids on their way to school. I noticed that since 
our kinky sexual activities had become such an 
important part of our lives we didn't talk as much 
about the more mundane topics that used to occupy us. 
We didn't gossip about the other kids as much or talk 
about our schoolwork or our parents. Not quite as much 
anyway.

As we neared school we were walking close together and 
talking quietly when Danny came up behind us and put an 
arm around each of our shoulders and wedged himself 
between us. Danny was in the eighth grade with us and 
we had gone to school with him since the first grade. 
We knew him but we only had one class with him this 
year and we didn't hang out him or his friends. He 
smiled and quietly said, "Brian called me last night 
with the good news. I hear I'm going to get to fuck you 
Sara. That's hot. The two prettiest girls in school and 
I get to fuck them both."

I smiled sweetly at him and said, "Danny! I didn't know 
you cared! If you wanted to fuck me, how come you never 
asked?"

He grinned and said, "I did once, remember? You said 
your mother wouldn't let you."

I chuckled and replied, "No. You asked me for a date. 
My mother doesn't let me date. You never asked me for a 
fuck."

He laughed and said, "You should have told me that I 
was asking the wrong question when I asked you for a 
date."

I smiled and said, "But Danny, that wouldn't be playing 
the game!"

He leaned over and said, "It's a new game now. Any day 
now I am going to see you naked. I am going to touch 
you and I'm going to taste you and I am going to fuck 
you. I can't fucking wait!"

In a sweet, innocent voice I asked, "Are you a good 
fuck Danny?"

He wasn't expecting that question I guess. He paused 
and said, "You're the first person to ask! I guess I'm 
getting better. I'm enjoying the lessons."

Stacy leaned forward and I looked at her. She smiled 
and said, "He isn't bad Sara. He has a nice cock for a 
kid and he is very enthusiastic. I've fucked him 
several times and I don't mind. At least with him you 
aren't just a piece of ass. He likes the whole package. 
He is better when he has calmed down a little. I think 
you'll enjoy him."

Danny seemed stunned at her endorsement. He didn't even 
have the presence of mind to make one of his standard 
smart-ass comments. He said, "Thank you Stacy."

She said, "You're welcome, now get your clammy hands 
off of us and go to school."

He put his arms down and said, "I really do think you 
are the two hottest girls in school."

I stopped walking and turned to face him and he wasn't 
just screwing around. I leaned forward and kissed him 
lightly on the lips and said, "Thank you Danny. I think 
you are pretty nice too."

I fought the impulse to laugh when he blushed. I said, 
"I'm looking forward to it too Danny."

I turned and Stacy and I continued on. Danny stood 
stunned for a moment before wandering off. 

Stacy waited until we were away from him and said, "He 
really isn't that bad, once he calms down. He's cute 
and he's nice and he has a nice cock."

I laughed quietly and responded, "Our conversations the 
last couple of days have gotten really bizarre."

She replied, "Our lives have gotten bizarre."

We went to our lockers and got ready for our first 
class. I struggled to get through another day of school 
when my whole life was focused on a split second moment 
that was going to occur shortly after school got out 
this afternoon, that moment when a cock was going to 
tear through that thin membrane inside my vagina and my 
whole life was changed forever.

At lunch we were quiet. I asked for some reassurance 
from Stacy that it wouldn't be so bad and she smiled 
and said, "It really isn't. The problem is that society 
places so much importance on that tiny little thing. 
That is all you have been thinking about all day. If 
you just relax and forget about it then it's no big 
deal. What you did yesterday was harder. Taking that 
pervert's cock into your throat was much harder than 
losing your virginity. There is a little pinch and it's 
all over. As long as you aren't all caught up in that 
'Oh god, I'm a ruined woman' crap it really is no big 
deal."

She paused and said, "I was glad to be rid of it. Now 
it seems that you are not the girl that I thought you 
were all these years. I think that you will be glad to 
be rid of it too. But there is a down side."

I looked at her questioningly.

She smiled and said, "After Mr. Todd is through with 
you, Brian has permission to fuck you any time he 
wants. I think that is to make up for the nasty things 
he makes Brian do. He knows that Brian hates it."

I was too embarrassed to admit it to Stacy but I wasn't 
sure that was a bad thing. It's kind of weird because I 
don't like Brian. But the idea of being made available 
to a boy that way kind of turned me on.

I changed the subject rather than comment on that. 
"Doesn't it seem strange to call the man that takes 
your virginity and is in charge of your sex life 
mister?"

She shrugged and replied, "It isn't like we're lovers. 
Hell, I don't think any of us even like him. We are all 
doing it for the money. And I don't think anyone knows 
his first name."

I asked, "Did you ever think you would be a whore?"

She shook her head and said, "I don't think I ever 
really connected the word with the actual idea of doing 
it. I know that what we do fits the definition. But I 
don't think of myself as a whore. I'm more of a sex 
slave with an allowance. I would hate for my friends or 
my parents to find out what I'm doing. But it isn't 
like we are street walkers or call girls. I think it is 
best not to think about what we do too much. Not if you 
have a conscience that nags. That is apparently not a 
problem for me. I like a lot of what I do there. Not 
all of it of course, but I had a very good time 
yesterday."

I smiled and said, "I did too. You are a pretty good 
fuck Stace!"

She smiled sweetly and said, "Cunt! All this time I 
thought you were such a fucking stick! I thought that 
if you went to that house you would end up a brain dead 
basket case. Well, I was half right, but you certainly 
aren't a basket case."

I smiled and said, "I love you too."

The bell rang then and after we stood up and got ready 
to go in for our last two classes she said, quietly and 
sincerely, "I love you too Sara. I hope you don't 
change."

I turned to look at her and she got embarrassed when 
she saw the love in my face. She blushed and said, 
"Stop looking at me like that! Everyone is going to 
think we are a couple of lezzies."

I laughed and said, "Just because I'd eat your cunt, 
don't think I'm going to marry your skanky ass, bitch!"

She put her arm through mine and we walked back to 
class. As we walked she quietly replied, "I'm too young 
to get married."

Stacy had managed to make me a little less nervous 
about what was going to happen this afternoon. But it 
was still a momentous moment for me and once more I had 
a terrible time concentrating in class. But at least 
today I didn't get so carried away in history class 
that I all but masturbated.

When school was out we started walking to Mountain 
Street. We were quiet until the crowd thinned out. She 
could see that I was nervous. She smiled and said, 
"You're going to be okay Sara. Keep reminding yourself 
that it's just sex. If that doesn't work, keep 
reminding yourself why you are kidding yourself into 
thinking you are doing it, for the money."

I replied indignantly, "What do you mean? You know why 
I'm doing this!"

She smiled and said, "I know why you are doing this. I 
also know what you are trying to make yourself believe 
is the reason you are doing this. I'll give you credit 
for wanting to help your mom. But you aren't kidding me 
any longer slut. I was there yesterday. I saw you cut 
loose. I saw how pissed you were when you didn't get 
fucked. I saw you take that bastard's fat cock into 
your throat without being forced. You were pure slut 
once the door closed and you were in that house to have 
sex. You get off on being a sex slave and being told 
what to do. And I know that you can't stand Brian, but 
you can't wait until he rapes your horny ass."

She took a deep breath and said, "I thought I knew you 
before. I was wrong. But I know you now because you are 
just like me. Isn't it weird that since yesterday I 
feel closer to you than I ever have? Now we REALLY have 
no secrets from each other. I even know what your cunt 
tastes like. I doubt if a lot of our friends can say 
that about their best friends."

I reached out and squeezed her hand and said, "Don't 
take this the wrong way Stace, but I love you. And I 
love eating your cunt, slut."

We were about to turn onto Mountain Street when I 
asked, "Do you have to go home right away?"

She shook her head.

I asked, "Would you mind waiting for me at my house? I 
don't know what's going to happen or how long it's 
going to take. But when I leave here I know that I am 
going to want to talk to you."

She smiled and said, "I would be happy to. That way I 
don't have to worry about Brian barging into my room 
and ordering me to suck his cock when he gets home. 
He's getting to be a real pain in the ass."

I gave her my key and she took my book bag and kept 
walking. I turned and walked through the gate and went 
to Mr. Todd's door.

I knocked lightly and stood there with my heart in my 
throat. The moment was finally here. This was not the 
way that I had imagined I would lose my virginity. I 
was scared. But I was also excited.

The door opened and I was surprised to see Brian 
standing there. He stepped back and let me in. As I 
brushed past him he said, "Are you excited, cunt? After 
this your ass is mine any time I want it."

I ignored him and went over to stand in front of Mr. 
Todd. He smiled up at me and asked, "Answer the 
question Sara. Are you excited?"

I quietly replied, "I'm scared. But yes, I'm excited."

He said, "Good. We aren't going to start until three-
thirty. Sit down in Brian's lap and let him warm you up 
a little."

Brian had taken a seat at the other end of the couch 
and I went over and sat on his lap. His hands instantly 
moved to my body. One of them cupped my breast and the 
other slid up my thigh and began to rub the crotch of 
my underwear. 

While Brian groped me, Mr. Todd said, "I'm not going to 
pop your cherry Sara. Another man is going to do that. 
He is driving all the way from the other side of the 
state just to fuck you. After he fucks you another man 
gets a shot at you. Then I get to go third. Brian is 
going to be holding the camera and the entire event is 
going to be broadcast on the internet to a thoroughly 
screened private audience who have paid for the 
privilege of watching a fourteen year old beauty lose 
her virginity. In exchanged for his services I suppose 
that it is only fair that he gets to fuck you too. So 
four men, or three men and a boy, are going to fuck you 
this afternoon. Several thousand are going to be 
watching. How do you feel about that?"

I didn't know what to say! I thought I was going to 
come here and Mr. Todd was going to fuck me. Then I 
would go home and talk to Stacy about it. This was a 
little overwhelming.

I finally said, "I don't know what to say. I wasn't 
expecting any of that. I guess it's kind of scary. But 
I'll do what I'm told."

I didn't think much of Brian's skills as a lover. He 
was rough and much of what he was doing with his hands 
was bordering on painful. But I had to admit that I was 
getting turned on. I couldn't help it. I was getting 
felt up by a boy. I was listening to the schedule and 
finding out that I was going to be fucked while 
thousands of horny men watched and enjoyed the show. As 
horrifying as that sounds I was getting excited as the 
time neared.

Mr. Todd smiled and said, "That's what I wanted to 
hear. You'll do just fine. When the man who is going to 
fuck you gets here I want you to answer the door. The 
nervous look that's on your face right now is just what 
he'll want to see."

As if on cue there was a knock on the door just then. 
Brian pushed me out of his lap and I went to the door 
and opened it.

There were two men in casual clothes standing there and 
when they saw me their faces lit up. The taller of the 
men smiled and said, "Lovely! You are even prettier 
than your pictures!"

I stepped back and opened the door and shuddered when I 
realized that Mr. Todd must have posted my pictures on 
the internet. I also realized where he was getting the 
money to pay us kids. He was taking money from men who 
saw us on the internet and wanted to come and fuck us. 
He was probably charging them to watch the live 
broadcast of these men fucking me today too. 

The men stepped inside but they stayed by the door and 
watched me as I closed it and waited for them to enter 
the living room. The taller of the two men put his arm 
around my shoulder and asked, "Are you nervous Sara?"

I shivered and quietly responded, "Yes sir. I was 
nervous anyway. But this is all a bit much. I wasn't 
expecting people to drive from all over and I wasn't 
aware that there was going to be a large audience. It's 
all pretty scary."

He leaned down and whispered, "I'm nervous too. I've 
never fucked a virgin and I've never fucked a girl with 
an audience. But when I saw your picture on the 
internet I knew I had to have you. You are beautiful 
and sexy and I couldn't pass this chance up. I'll try 
not to hurt you though. Okay?"

I nodded and said, "Thank you sir."

Mr. Todd came over to where we were standing and shook 
hands with the man that was about to fuck me. They 
talked for a couple of minutes but it was almost time 
for the broadcast to start. 

Mr. Todd said, "I have to go in the back and make sure 
everything is hooked up and working. That blanket in 
the middle of the room is where this is going to 
happen. The boy there is Brian, the cameraman. I'll be 
right out."

He left and we went into the living room. Brian had the 
large camera resting on his shoulder. It was a huge, 
professional looking camera with cables coming out of 
it and running through the room and into the back of 
the house, to his computer I suppose.

While he was gone from the room the man who was going 
to fuck me moved his hand up and down my back gently. 
He spoke soothingly as his hand caressed my back. He 
said, "My name is Stan. I'm thirty-four, married and I 
have a daughter your age. She is constantly driving me 
crazy. I am afraid that while I am fucking you today I 
am going to be fucking her in my mind. I hope that 
doesn't upset you."

I didn't give a fuck! Shit! It wasn't like we had been 
out on a date and I was going to have sex with him 
because I liked him. He bought my ass!

I shook my head and said, "I don't mind."

He smiled and said, "The man with me is my business 
partner, Terry. We pooled our money to pay for the 
opportunity to be your first, and second as it turns 
out. It was expensive, but I know it will be worth it."

I glanced back and saw that Mr. Todd was still out of 
the room. I whispered, "Can I ask how much you paid? 
I'm just curious."

He whispered back, "The high bid was three thousand and 
before it could go any higher, Terry and I talked it 
over and sent in a joint bid of six thousand, with the 
stipulation that we both got to fuck you. No one else 
put in a bid."

I thought to myself, "I'm going to have to have a talk 
with Mr. Todd. I'm the one getting fucked. I'm going to 
want more than a hundred dollars if he is getting that 
much from these two guys plus whatever he makes from 
the internet broadcast."

Mr. Todd came back into the room and asked, "Is 
everyone ready?"

I glanced at the small clock on the table and saw that 
we had a couple more minutes and I nervously said, "Mr. 
Todd, I think we need to talk."

He gave me a curious look and I quietly continued, "I 
don't think our deal is entirely fair."

He saw where this was going and smiled. He said, "You 
are right Sara. And I am willing to increase your 
payment. I will give you a thousand dollars. But I am 
also going to punish you for questioning me. Does that 
sound fair?"

I nervously answered, "No, but I accept. I need the 
money."

Then it was time to start.

Bryan started looking through the viewfinder and Mr. 
Todd nodded and said, "Go!"

Mr. Todd and Terry moved out of the way and Stan took 
me into his arms. He started kissing me and his hands 
began to move over my body. He was a good kisser and 
much to my surprise I started getting into it. I was 
aware of Brian and the camera but I found that the idea 
that of thousands of men out there that didn't know me 
watching and getting excited, maybe even playing with 
themselves while they watched, that was really turning 
me on. 

I forgot all about what Mr. Todd said about punishing 
me.

After a few minutes of making out, Stan turned me to 
face the camera and ordered me to undress. He stepped 
out of the shot and watched while he took his clothes 
off too.

I was nervous but I noticed the large bulge in the 
front of Brian's pants and for some reason that amused 
me and calmed me down a little. I loved it that he was 
so turned on. On the other hand, I also think that I 
was more embarrassed to be undressing in front of him 
than anyone else. I can't explain it. I guess it was 
just because I knew Brian.

I quickly unbuttoned the buttons on the front of my 
dress and slipped it off. I tossed it into a nearby 
chair and reached behind my back to struggle with the 
clasp on my bra. I guess I wasn't as calm as I thought. 
My fingers were shaking and I took a long time to 
unhook it. I let it slide down my arms and I felt the 
cool room air on my tits as the cups fell away. 

My nipples were already pretty hard from the situation 
and from the attention that Stan had paid to them 
earlier, but when the cool air came into contact with 
them they became hard as pebbles. 

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I 
kicked my sandals off and then I took a deep breath and 
slid my underwear down off of my hips and down my legs. 

Now I was naked in front of three men, Brian, and 
thousands of men watching on the internet. It was just 
as scary as I thought it would be.

I glanced over at Stan. He was naked now too. He had a 
nice slender body, not too hairy, and a nice hard cock 
that didn't look scary big. It looked like it might be 
a little over six inches long and it wasn't overly 
thick. It was smooth and, I don't know, youthful 
looking? I liked the way it looked.

He stepped back onto the blanket with me and his hands 
explored my body for a moment before he said, "I want 
you to suck my cock for just a minute. I saw those 
pictures of you with that big, fat cock in your throat 
and I have to see what that feels like."

I smiled nervously and went to my knees in front of 
him. Brian came in for a close up as I kissed and then 
licked Stan's cock. He had to drive for a couple of 
hours to get here but he smelled clean. That was 
important to me, not that I could have refused him if 
he had stunk up the room.

I took his cock in my mouth and as soon as my lips 
closed around it and my tongue began to caress it I 
experienced again the excitement I had felt yesterday. 
I was amazed at how much I liked sucking cocks. I was 
curious about that. I am pretty sure that most girls 
don't feel that way. I wonder why I do.

I remembered the advice that Stacy had given me 
yesterday and in no time at all I had Stan's cock in my 
throat. It was much easier than it had been with Mr. 
Todd yesterday. I had no trouble at all breathing with 
his cock in my throat. I sucked him like that for a 
couple of minutes and I was actually disappointed when 
he pulled his cock out of my mouth. 

I looked up at him and he was smiling down at me. He 
said, "Damn girl! If I hadn't paid so much to bust your 
cherry I'd sure love to finish that. That was the best 
head I ever had! That can't have been the first time 
you did it in those pictures from yesterday!"

I smiled and said, "Yes sir. I never even saw a cock 
before yesterday afternoon. Honest!"

He shook his head and said, "Fuck me! I need to send my 
wife over here some day so you can give her lessons. 
She's been doing it for decades and she can't suck cock 
worth a shit!"

I giggled and said, "I wouldn't mind."

He smiled back and said, "Okay girl, lie down on your 
back and spread your legs. The camera has to get 
another shot of your hymen for the perverts out there. 
They need to know that they are actually seeing a girl 
lose her virginity. So spread your pussy open like you 
did in those pictures."

Brian got down between my legs with that huge camera 
and I nervously spread my legs and started to pull my 
pussy open as far as I could with my fingers.

I saw Mr. Todd standing off camera with a flashlight. 
He shined it right up inside of me and after Brian got 
a good, long, detailed picture of my insides he got 
back on his feet and Stan took his place between my 
legs.

I took my hands away and Stan leaned down and kissed 
and licked my pussy for a few minutes. I had been 
pretty highly stimulated anyway and when his hot, wet 
tongue moved through my slit my ass came up off of the 
blanket and I cried out and had an instant orgasm.

He ate me to two more orgasms before he climbed up over 
me and said, "Put your hand around my cock and guide it 
into your pussy Sara. I am dying to feel your hot cunt 
around my cock."

I reached down and gripped his cock and moved the head 
of it up and down my wet slit until I found the 
opening. He pushed it into me very slowly until just 
the head was inside of me.

I moaned in pleasure and almost came again just from 
the idea that finally I had a man's cock inside of me. 
He pushed it in just a little bit at a time and while 
he entered me we stared into each other's eyes. It was 
very sexy.

I winced when the head of his cock touched my hymen. It 
hadn't actually hurt though. I was just nervous.

He pulled back and started slowly fucking a couple of 
inches of his cock into me, stopping each time before 
he touched my hymen. I loved the feeling of fullness as 
his cock stretched my pussy open. It was very exciting 
and I was starting to get frustrated that he was 
teasing me like this. I was ready and then some!

I lifted my head up and kissed his chest and my hands 
teased his nipples as if working independently of my 
brain. He moaned in pleasure as I started losing 
control under him and finally I started going a little 
nuts. I started pleading with him to do it. I begged 
him to fuck me and get it over with. 

He whispered back, asking me if I was ready and if I 
was certain that this was what I wanted. He was 
taunting me and I was getting frantic. I put my arms 
around his back and tried to pull him down on top of me 
but he ignored my efforts until finally I screamed, 
"GOD DAMN YOU!! FUCK ME! I NEED YOUR COCK INSIDE OF ME! 
FUCK ME GOD DAMN IT!!"

And he did. I didn't even realize at first that it had 
happened. His cock was suddenly in me all the way and 
his pubic bone was pressing against mine.

I screamed. Not in pain. I screamed in pleasure. I 
screamed in ecstasy. I had never felt anything so 
fucking wonderful in my life. I loved it! I loved his 
cock and I loved having his cock in me. I felt so full, 
so stretched, so taken. I wanted this moment to never 
end.

I didn't even realize at first that there had been no 
pain. Or at least there had been no pain that I was 
aware of. If there had been any it was more than 
overcome by the pleasure I had experienced. 

He left his cock buried inside of me for a moment and 
when I opened my eyes he was smiling down at me. I 
smiled back and he whispered, "You are the hottest 
fucking slut I have ever seen in my life! Give me your 
number when he isn't listening. I have to see you 
again. I have to fuck you again. I can't go the rest of 
my life without having you again."

I winked at him and then I said, "If you don't stop 
talking and fuck me I'll never speak to you again."

He said, "Let me know if it hurts."

He started slowly moving his cock in and out of me and 
I moaned in pleasure. It was wonderful! I started 
lifting my hips off of the floor to meet his thrusts 
and I found myself muttering almost constantly. I was 
telling him over and over how much I loved what he was 
doing and that I never wanted it to end and begging him 
to fuck me and never stop.

He fucked me with a nice regular rhythm for several 
minutes and I started losing it. I lifted my head and 
started kissing his chest again. Then I started licking 
the sweat from his chest and kissing and sucking on his 
manly nipples. 

He seemed to like what I was doing, though I wasn't 
doing it for him so much as I was doing it because I 
was all but out of control and going crazy with lust 
under his body.

He started fucking me harder and faster and I started 
cumming and screaming at him to fuck me harder over and 
over.

I must have cum a dozen times before he reached his 
arms around me and his weight came down on top of my 
smaller body. His cock began to pound into me and my 
arms went around him to keep him just where he was. 

I was murmuring, "Fuck me," over and over and I was 
totally out of control as he held me close and pounded 
his cock into me furiously until finally his body 
stiffened and he groaned loudly. I knew that for the 
first time in my life a man was cumming in my pussy. 
The first of many times to come.

His sweaty body finally relaxed on top of me but I held 
him tight. I didn't let him go. I loved the feeling of 
his body on top of mine. He was heavy and I was having 
trouble breathing but I loved it. I loved being taken 
by a big, strong man. I loved being overpowered and I 
loved being fucked!

I covered his neck and his chest and his shoulders with 
passionate little kisses until he lowered his face to 
mine and we kissed for a long time. When he finally 
broke the kiss I said, "Thank you Stan. That was 
wonderful!"

He smiled and lifted his weight off of me. He said, "I 
had my first fuck when I was fifteen and I have been 
fucking ever since. I have been fucking for nearly 
twenty years now. I have never fucked a woman as 
exciting as you and I have never enjoyed a fuck as much 
as I just enjoyed fucking you."

I pulled his head down. I turned it gently and kissed 
his ear. Then I whispered my phone number into his ear.

He got up then and I looked down at his cock. There was 
a tiny trace of blood around the base of his now soft 
cock. The only sign that I was no longer a virgin, 
well, that and my sweaty, highly aroused body.

As soon as Stan moved out of the way, Terry was there. 
Terry was shorter than Stan. He was a little chubby. He 
was kind of cute though. He hadn't talked to me when he 
came in and I didn't know anything about him. I noticed 
that he had a wedding band on his finger. I didn't care 
though.

His cock was nearly identical to the one that had just 
taken my virginity. It was hard and the top of it was 
covered in the clear lube that had been oozing out of 
the end while he watched his partner take my virginity.

He smiled down at me and asked, "Are you sore?"

I smiled back and shook my head. I held out my arms and 
said, "I'm ready Terry. Fuck me. Or as they say in the 
old movies, take me I'm yours."

He grinned and leaned down over me. He kissed me and 
then he quietly said, "I wish I had been able to go 
first. I would sure love to eat that sweet pussy of 
yours. That's the prettiest pussy I ever saw. But I 
can't do it now. That would be too much like sucking 
Stan's cock and I'd never live that down."

I smiled and said, "Maybe some other time. I'm sure 
that now that I'm damaged goods he won't charge as much 
for me."

He kissed me again and whispered, "Oh sweetheart! You 
are definitely not damaged goods. You are just about 
the hottest little piece of ass I have ever seen in 
real life."

I reached down between us and teased his hard cock for 
a moment before guiding it to my pussy. As he started 
to slowly push his cock into me I asked, "Oh really? 
And who is hotter?"

He chuckled and answered, "Now that I think about it, 
no one I can think of. I can't think of single 
centerfold in Playboy that I would trade for you."

I thought that was a sweet lie and I smiled and said, 
"Good answer. You're a fucking liar but it was a good 
answer."

He moaned in pleasure and said, "Sweetheart, I wasn't 
lying." 

Then he started concentrating on what he was here for. 
I was quickly climbing back up onto my sexual high as 
the excitement of getting fucked by yet another man, 
another cock, began to build. As my next orgasm 
approached quickly I suddenly realized that all joking 
aside, I loved this. I was a slut! 

That realization kind of set me free and I started 
going nuts again. I put my arms around Terry's neck and 
began lifting my ass up off of the rug. I ground my 
pussy against him and my cries of passion got louder 
and louder until I was over the edge again. I was 
sobbing and making noises that I didn't even recognize 
as coming from me. And I was having one incredible 
orgasm after another.

In only a few minutes I heard Terry moan and cry out, 
"Oh fuck! No! Not yet!" 

But it was too late. He tensed up and soon there was a 
second load of cum in my pussy.

I laughed, almost hysterically, and I don't even know 
why. I held him close and whispered, "Damn I love that! 
Your cock feels so good inside of me. I love fucking!"

His muscles unclenched and he lifted his weight off of 
me. He smiled down at me and said, "That is probably 
why you are so damn good at it."

He got up slowly and Mr. Todd was standing over me and 
staring down at me. He smiled and said, "Jesus! You are 
the biggest fucking slut I have ever seen. I think I 
love you! Now get up on your hands and knees. I'm going 
to fuck you like the bitch you are."

I was afraid that he intended to fuck my ass and I knew 
I wasn't ready for that, especially not with that fat 
cock of his. But he got to his knees behind me and 
pushed down on my back. When I was in the right 
position he gripped his cock and moved the head of it 
through my slit a few times and then rammed it inside 
of my pussy in one violent but very exciting stroke.

He grabbed my hips and held on tight while he fucked me 
fast and violent, just like a couple of dogs. And I 
loved it! 

I saw Brian circling around us, getting a good shot of 
my tits bouncing violently and then the look of lust on 
my face. He moved back and got a close-up of Mr. Todd's 
fat cock pounding into my pussy and then he stepped 
back and filmed us from the side as I started losing 
control again. 

Just before I started to cum, Brian moved in front of 
me and the camera was right in my face as I began to 
once more scream and cry out in unbridled pleasure as 
orgasms ripped through my body leaving me totally out 
of control. 

Mr. Todd just kept pounding into me and eventually I 
just dropped my head onto my crossed arms on the floor 
and waited for it to end. I was fucked out. It was 
several long minutes before he sped up, becoming even 
more violent, and then deposited yet one more load of 
hot male cum inside of me.

He left his cock inside of me for a long moment before 
he finally pulled it free. He sat back on his heels and 
slapped my ass and said, "Turn around bitch. Clean this 
mess up!"

I reacted without even thinking. I rose back up and 
turned around. His slimy cock was right in my face. It 
looked disgusting, but I thought back to yesterday and 
eating his cum out of my best friend and I reasoned 
that this couldn't be as gross as that had been. And I 
had enjoyed that!

I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth while 
Brian once more came in for a close-up. I sucked Mr. 
Todd's cock clean and then I licked his balls until all 
of our fluids were gone.

He patted me on the head when he was satisfied and he 
stood up. He took the camera from Brian and said, 
"She's all yours kid."

Brian hesitated and asked, "Do I have to fuck her? Her 
cunts a fucking mess! I'd rather have her suck me off."

Mr. Todd said, "I don't give a shit kid. She's all 
yours."

Brian found a dry place on the blanket and after 
pulling his pants and shorts off he sat down and then 
stretched out on his back. I didn't need to be told. I 
moved between his legs and started licking his cock and 
balls. I don't know how long the sex show had lasted 
but it had been long enough for Brian's cock and balls 
to be covered in slime. He was a fucking mess.

But ours is not to reason why. I slowly licked him 
clean and then I started sucking his cock, something I 
was starting to get very good at very quickly, so good 
that he came almost immediately. I could sense his 
disappointment that it was over so soon. I was 
disappointed too.

I swallowed his cum and held his cock in my mouth for a 
minute while he caught his breath. Then I started 
sucking again. His cock never got soft and soon he was 
nearing orgasm for the second time. I sucked on his 
cock eagerly and I heard the three men who were 
watching making nasty but complimentary comments about 
my cocksucking skills. I was honestly flattered.

I had only been sucking on his cock for five or six 
minutes the second time around when he grabbed a 
handful of my hair and lifted my head off of his cock 
just before he came. He held my face in place and used 
his hand to finish himself off. His cum shot out and I 
felt the hot streamers covering my face. 

His eyes were closed when he came. When his orgasm had 
passed he lifted his head and looked at his handiwork 
and said, "Perfect! Suck my cock clean, bitch. And 
leave that cum on your face. I like the way it looks."

I stayed on my knees and waited for someone to tell me 
what to do. I felt the three streamers of cum cooling 
on my face. He had missed my eyes but one of the trails 
of cum spanned my lips and I used my tongue to lick 
them clean. I saw Mr. Todd put the camera down and he 
said, "That's it men, shows over. That was hot. I'll 
send you the DVDs when they are ready."

He finally told me to get up and I struggle to my feet. 
I was surprised at how tired I was. When I was lost in 
the throes of passion I hadn't been so aware of it. I 
asked for permission to go to the bathroom and clean 
up. Instead, he got his digital camera out and took 
some shots of my nasty body, especially my pussy and my 
thighs which were covered in cum, and he said, "Put 
your panties on."

I went over to the chair where my clothes had ended up 
and pulled my panties on over all of that cum. As I 
pulled them up and into place he took pictures as fast 
as he could push the button.

He took some pictures of me in my panties and the 
dampness soaking through. Then he said, "Alright, get 
dressed now."

They were all watching me put my clothes back on. When 
I was dressed, Mr. Todd handed me a wad of cash and 
said, "Okay, you can go now. Leave the cum on your face 
until you get to your house. You can have tomorrow off. 
I want you back here on Monday."

I asked, "Can I get a copy of that DVD?"

He was amused at that. He said, "Sure, I guess I can 
spare one. Will there be anything else, your majesty?"

I guess he was still mad because I hit him up for more 
money.

I said, "Yes sir, I'd like to see the web site where 
you are posting those pictures. I'm curious."

He picked up his pad and wrote out the web address and 
a password I could use to get in. I thanked him and 
started to leave. Then I turned back and said, "I'm 
sorry sir. I have one more request. Stacy is waiting 
for me at my house. Can I have her hundred dollars?"

He reached into his pocket and peeled off two fifties 
and said, "Are you leaving now or are you moving in?"

I smiled and said, "Thank you sir." 

I turned and headed for the door. I knew that it was 
inevitable that at some point between here and the two 
blocks to my house someone was going to see me like 
this. But I was determined to leave those streamers of 
cum on my face. Those were my orders.

I was half way to the gate when the door opened behind 
me. I turned to see Stan hurrying to catch up to me. I 
stopped to see what he wanted and he said, "You are 
something special Sara. Do you mind if I call you?"

I smiled and said, "I gave you my number."

He said, "You were worth every penny. But next time I'd 
rather give the money directly to you. Don't tell Todd 
though."

I smiled and said, "Deal!"

He took my hand and shook it and I felt him press 
something into it. He smiled and said, "A little 
something extra for you. Take care of yourself."

I thanked him and left then. As I was closing the gate 
behind me I glanced down and saw that he had pressed 
more money into my hand. I was afraid to look to see 
how much it was until I was out of sight of the house.

I went down to the end of the street and then turned 
toward my house. When I was sure that I was out of 
sight of the house I counted the money that Stan had 
put in my hand. It was five hundred dollars! I almost 
screamed in excitement.

I started to put it with the wad of money that Mr. Todd 
had given me. Before I could combine the money I 
realized that he had given me more than a thousand 
dollars. I noticed a post-it note stuck to the top bill 
when I unfolded the money. It said, "You were pretty 
fucking hot! Here's a little extra, you earned it. But 
you are still going to be punished. I like punishing my 
bitches."

I counted out the wad of cash and there were fifteen 
crisp one hundred dollar bills. He had paid me fifteen 
hundred dollars for two hours of sex! Fuck! Maybe I 
should move in with him!

I was walking down my street in a daze when I passed 
the two brothers that lived two doors down from me. 
Dale had just turned fourteen and Kevin had recently 
turned thirteen. They said hi as we passed each other 
and then I heard them stop. 

They hurriedly caught up with me and came to a stop in 
front of me. I suddenly remembered that I had three 
thick ropes of cum across my face and dripping down 
onto my dress.

Dale exclaimed, "Sara!" 

He sniffed and said, "Sara, are you alright? Did you 
get raped?"

I saw the concern in their faces and I was touched by 
it. We weren't all that close but they had lived two 
doors down for a couple of years and we saw each other 
all the time. 

I responded, "No Dale. I'm fine. Thanks for being 
concerned though."

I started to move around them but he asked, "I don't 
get it Sara. Why do you have cum on your face?"

I wasn't sure what to say. But then I had an idea. I 
said, "I can't tell you right now. But if you keep this 
quiet and come and see me tomorrow after school I'll 
try to explain. Okay?"

Dale and Kevin looked at each other and then turned 
back to me and shrugged. Dale said, "I guess. Are you 
sure you're alright?"

I nodded and thanked him for caring. Then I hurried the 
rest of the way down the block to my house. I had one 
close call when Mrs. Livingston walked out of her house 
to check the mail but I hid behind a tree until she 
went back inside. After that I made a beeline for the 
house and got inside before anyone else saw me.

Stacy was watching television in the living room. She 
jumped up when she saw me. She chuckled and said, "I 
see that you had to give Brian a blowjob."

I smiled and asked, "You mean this is his trademark? Or 
is he just marking his territory?"

She laughed and said, "A little of both I guess."

I handed her the money that Mr. Todd had given me for 
her and said, "I am going to have to take a quick 
shower. I'll be right out."

I hurried to my room and hid my two thousand dollars 
with the forty that I had been given yesterday. Christ! 
Two thousand dollars! That was almost half a year's pay 
for my mother!

I undressed and left my clothes on the floor. I was 
going to have to wash them before my mother got home.

I ran to the bathroom in the nude and stepped under the 
hot water. I started to wash my hair and after I rinsed 
the first time I felt Stacy behind me. She put her arms 
around me and took the shampoo from my hands. She said, 
"Let me."

I relaxed and let her wash my hair and then massage in 
some conditioner.

While the conditioner soaked in she picked up my body 
wash and gently soaped up my entire body, paying 
particular attention to the area between my legs. She 
was gentle, fearing I suppose that I was in pain. But I 
wasn't and it felt very nice. 

When she was done she helped me rinse off and rinsed my 
hair. Then I took great pleasure in returning the 
favor.

I washed her hair and then, after I put the conditioner 
in, I reached around her and lovingly washed her front. 
I loved the way my soapy hands slid over her perfect 
tits, and apparently so did she. She leaned back 
against me and moaned in pleasure as I washed and then 
rinsed her body. 

Once the soap was gone I kissed and licked her slender, 
sexy neck and said, "Jesus Stace! It was fucking 
fantastic! I wish you had been there."

She chuckled and said, "Girl! I can't be there every 
time you get laid."

I sighed and said, "You could if it was up to me."

We rinsed off again and then I shut the water off. I 
reached into the cabinet and handed her a clean towel 
and we dried off while standing face to face on the 
small bath mat and staring into each other's eyes.

After we were dry I brushed my teeth and then we went 
to my room and I loaned her a pair of shorts and a t-
shirt. We got dressed and went out to the kitchen. I 
got us both a glass of the house specialty, ice water. 
Then we went into the living room. We sat on the couch 
and she pulled me over onto my back with my head in her 
lap and said, "I want to hear every detail."

I told her every detail that I could remember, 
including what I knew of the amount of money he was 
making off of us. She had been aware that he was making 
money from letting men fuck us and watch us on the 
internet, but like me she was shocked at the amount. 
And we still had no idea how much he was making from 
the internet site.

As I told her all about my afternoon, one of her hands 
moved gently over my face and hair while the other 
cupped and caressed my tit. After a few minutes she 
worked my t-shirt up over my tits and toyed with my 
soft flesh and my hard nipple as I told her every 
detail of my little gangbang. 

I remembered nearly everything about my first fuck and 
she was as amazed as I was when I described it and told 
her how wonderful it had been. But then I told her how 
much money I had left there with.

Her hands stopped moving and she whispered, "You're 
shitting me! You fucking cunt! You made two thousand 
dollars today?!"

I assured her that I had and then I asked, "He said I'm 
going to be punished for asking for more money. What 
does he do to punish us?"

She stopped what she was doing and said, "Sit up," in a 
voice that was suddenly very serious, very concerned. 

I didn't want to hear that.

I sat up and pulled my shirt down over my tits. The 
look on her face was not reassuring. She stared at me 
for a long moment and said, "I don't know what he does. 
Was he really mad?"

I shrugged and said, "I don't know. He didn't seem to 
be. His voice was perfectly calm when he said that he 
was going to punish me. Why?"

Stacy looked very concerned and it was scaring me. She 
finally said, "He punished Sharon once. She threw up 
after he came in her mouth the first time. Nobody saw 
her for a week after that. She was real quiet when she 
started showing up again and she still refuses to talk 
about it. Whatever he did it changed her."

I didn't like the sound of that.

I decided to change the subject. I said, "He gave me 
the website where he is posting our pictures. I want to 
see it. Do you k