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 How did it begin?  By onemadvagabond Chapter 10

   I was on my way to meet Amy per Ashley's orders.  I did not want to do
what she had told me to do, but what choice did I have?  I couldn't sit by
and watch my parents get thrown in prison could I?  I know it seemed a
little selfish at the time, but all day I had been wondering how they could
do something like that to me.  Despite those feelings, I was not ready to
let Ashley ruin my family.  My mother had asked me on several occasions
what was bothering me, but I just said nothing.  How could I tell her what
was bothering me?  Well mom, since you and dad fucked a teenage girl, I
have to do what my mortal enemy tells me and go give my virginity to my
boyfriend's friend or you and dad will end up in jail.

   I pulled my friend Becca aside before the movie to tell her that as far
as my mother was concerned I had spent the night at her house.  She wanted
to know what was going on, but I just asked her to please cover for me and
maybe I could tell her another time.  Becca reluctantly agreed and left it
at that.  It wouldn't be a problem with my mother as Becca was the only
friend that she trusted enough to not ask questions when I informed her of
the sleep over.  Of course, seeing as it was my birthday, she didn't feel
the need to ask any questions at all.

   I had seen Amy's car through the glass doors leading outside the mall
but I stayed inside as my friends' parents picked them up.  I didn't want
to take the chance that any of my friends' parents would have reason to ask
questions so I erred on the side of caution and hoped she would not leave
before all of my friends left.

   Amy was staring at me as I as I walked towards her car.  Neither of us
said anything as I climbed in and sat down and quickly buckled my seat
belt. I sat there nervously waiting for her to start the car and take me to
Mike's.  I could have snuck out of my house, but I didn't think that Ashley
was willing to take the chance that I couldn't do it without getting
caught. It seemed to me at the time as if she had been planning that day
for a while.  I found it very awkward sitting there with Amy staring at me
for what seemed like several minutes and knowing exactly why I was there.

   "So look Emily, I...I'm really sorry about this.  If I could fix this I
would, but Ashley told me that if I don't help her, well my parents are on
that video too." She said looking away for the first time.  "I know you
must hate me for this."

   Up to that point I had mostly been thinking of myself.  Was what I did
to Ashley so bad that she would threaten to turn her friend's parents into
the police if she didn't help in my blackmail?  It was at that point that I
realized just what kind of person Ashley really was.  She was a sick person
so bent on revenge for a prank that she would ruin so many lives without
hesitation.

   "Those things you did with our parents, did they make you?" I asked when
I finally found my voice.

   "No, no they didn't.  I found some of their home movies and I had never
seen anything so exciting, and I just knew I wanted to be a part of what
they were doing.  You probably think it's disgusting what I did with my mom
and dad, but I don't see it that way.  We love each other and just choose
to share that love in a different way than others.  I always tried to be
careful, but I love having sex with my dad, and well, Ashley saw us." Amy
paused for a moment and pulled a cigarette out, lit it and took a couple of
drags before continuing.  "The next day Ashley told me about the plan she
came up with to finally get proper payback for what you did, but what
she...look Emily, she's serious and seriously fucked up.  Please do what
she says.  I don't think she's joking when she says she'll turn the tape
over to the police."

   "Why didn't you stop her Amy, why did you help her get a video?  All you
did was make it worse for everyone." I said angrily.  "You didn't have to
help her."

   "I was scared.  She saw me having sex with my father.  She told me if I
didn't help she would tell everyone, our friends, her parents, the
principal and teachers at school.  I didn't have a choice.  She promised
that if I helped her get a video of your parents and me together that she
would leave my mom and dad out of it, but she fucking lied." She said
pausing again to take another drag off her cigarette.  "Please just do what
she wants.  Go have sex with Mike.  She'll tell your friends that you're a
slut that fucked Evan's best friend behind his back and she'll tell Evan
the same thing.  I'll help you explain things to Evan.  He's a good guy
Emily, he'll forgive you."

   "Yeah right.  Let's just fucking go already." I snapped at her. 
Surprising myself at the use of foul language, I almost never cursed.  I
was tired of her whining about herself and her parents and acting like
everything was going to be just fine.  Just fine?  I was being taken to
give my virginity away as payback for a prank I pulled a year ago.  Nothing
was fine.

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   Thirty minutes later we were pulling into Mike's driveway.  As soon as
the car came to a stop I reached for the door handle, and realized for the
first time how nervous I was.  Was I actually getting blackmailed into
having sex with someone?  Could I really do this?  Could I really have sex
with Mike?  I didn't even like him that much, and now I was being forced to
give him my virginity, but there was something else, something I couldn't
quite put my finger on at the time.

   "Will Ashley really give that tape to the police if I don't do this?" I
asked Amy hoping she would say no so I could just go home, but I knew that
she wouldn't.

   "Yes she will Emily.  I would take your place in a heartbeat if I could,
but you're the one she's after and you know that.  Look, losing your cherry
isn't that big a deal, and Evan isn't like his sister, in fact, he'll hate
her after this, so don't worry so much.  Here, let me give you my number.
You can call me tomorrow and we'll talk about it OK." She replied as she
pulled a pen and paper out of the glove box, handing me the paper when she
was done.  "Don't worry so much Emily.  Sleep with Mike, let Ashley get her
revenge and I'll help you deal with Evan." Offering me a little smile and
grasping my hand for apparent moral support.

   "You promise?" I asked.

   "I swear Emily.  Besides, Ashley has been carrying a grudge against me
too.  If you remember, I laughed my butt off when you did that to her," She
answered with a slight chuckle, "and if you also remember, she was really
mad at me and Julie for laughing instead of helping."

   I didn't say anything.  I just hoped she was being honest with me.  I
couldn't see why she wouldn't be seeing as she stood to lose her parents as
well if I didn't do what Ashley wanted.  None of what she had said to me
made things any easier.  I had always thought I would lose my virginity to
Evan.  We had only been dating officially for a little over a year at that
point, but really we had been together our entire lives.  We had been best
friends for fifteen years and I was about to betray him but it was either
betray him or lose my parents.  I just hoped that he would understand why I
had to make the choice that I did.

   One of the garage doors to Mike's house was open and his mom's car was
gone.  Mike usually hung out in his basement so I went into the garage and
knocked on the basement door.  I didn't hear anything and was about to
knock a second time when the door opened.  Mike stood there with his
typical stupid grin on his face, and wearing nothing but a pair of those
long jean shorts that were popular at the time.  Why did it have to be
Mike? Well, considering that Ashley knew that I didn't really care for Mike
that much anymore, of course it had to be him.  That would make what I was
about to do even more humiliating.

   It's not that I really hated him; it's just that he was always getting
in the way.  I didn't know if it was because Evan and I were dating and he
was jealous of the time we spent together or what, but the way he would
always invite himself along had been getting on my nerves for some time.

   "Let's get this over with." I said with disdain.

   "Drop the attitude Emily.  It won't make this shit any easier, so go
inside and have a seat while I finish rolling a couple of joints to get you
to fuckin' relax a little.  Fuckin' stuck up..." He paused, took a deep
breath, and placed his right hand on my back just below my shoulder.  I
flinched at his touch.  Mike pulled his hand away as if he were surprised
by my reaction.  "I'm sorry Emily.  Please just go inside and have a seat
OK."

   I hesitated a moment before resigning myself to my fate and moved past
him into the basement that I had been in many times before and took a seat
on the end of the sofa in the middle of the room.  "Where are your
parents?" I asked wondering how long they would be gone.

   "They went out and won't be back tonight so don't worry about them." He
replied as he finished rolling a joint and quickly lit it.  Mike took a
long drag before handing it to me.  I took it figuring I might as well get
high in the hopes that it would help me to get through this.  I had only
gotten stoned a couple of times before that and didn't care for it very
much.

   Mike was rolling a second joint as we passed the first one back and
forth without saying anything.  He was nudging me to take multiple drags
before taking another one himself.  I had hoped that when I arrived we
could just get it over with, but apparently that wasn't the case.  My head
was spinning by the time we finished the first one.

   He dropped the roach in the ashtray and stood up.  "I'm gonna' grab a
soda, do you want one?"

   "God yes, I am so thirsty." I said giggling.  I was so stoned that I had
almost forgotten why I was there.  Mike stomped up the stairs and left me
there giggling to myself.

   He came back a couple of minutes later with two cans of soda, a blanket
and a couple of pillows.  There it was.  Once again, what I had hoped
wouldn't happen was indeed going to happen.  Since he said his parents
would be gone all night, I had figured we would go to his room.  "Here you
go." He said handing me one of the cans.  I took it from him, opened it and
quickly downed almost half the can.  I was so thirsty.

   Mike laid the blanket in the middle of the room with the two pillows and
then proceeded to drink his own soda.  I set my half empty can on the end
table and just stared at the blanket.  That was where I would lose my
virginity, on an old blanket in the middle of a basement to a guy that I
did not love.  My giggling had faded now that my deflowering was about to
begin, but the fog from smoking most of the entire joint by myself was
clouding my vision and had left me in a comfortably numb state from head to
toe.

   I had been staring at the center of the room for some time when I
noticed lights being turned off, until the only light left was from a lamp
on the same end table where I placed my drink.  That one light was enough
to leave the area occupied by the blanket well lit.

   He walked over and stood next to that blanket.  "I know Ashley told you
to do everything I said, so I'm going to give you instructions and I want
you to follow them without giving me a problem." He stated in a calm voice.

   I heard him, but in my stoned state I hadn't quite understood what he
said.  "Huh?"

   "I said I know Ashley told you to do everything I said.  So I'm going to
give you instructions and I want you to follow them without giving me a
problem.  You understand?"

   "Yeah, I understand.  Can we just please get this over with so I can get
on with my life?" I answered him with rolling eyes.

   I saw his fists clench and immediately got a little worried.  I didn't
think he would hit me, but I wasn't all that confident that he wouldn't. 
"I really wish you wouldn't make this any harder than it is." He said with
slightly clenched teeth, he waited a moment before continuing.  "I've
wanted to fuck you for so long, and now I'm going to do it whether you like
it or not.  You need to understand that when this is all over with, when
Ashley is done getting her revenge on you, Evan is going to dump your ass.
I want you to know that I will still be here though." He walked over and
stood in front of me, looking down.

   "You are meant to be with me Emily.  Once Evan finds out that you let me
fuck you while he was visiting his poor sick grandpa, he's going to dump
your ass.  She's going to tell all of your friends that you are a cheating
slut that just wanted to get laid by a real man.  She's going to spread the
rumors that you fucked not just me but other guys too.  No guy will want to
date you Emily.  They will only want to fuck you.  I'll be here for you
though Em.  That's how it should be.  You might not see it yet, but I know
you will."

   Mike bent down and forcefully pressed his lips to mine and kissed me. 
The first thing I thought was that was not part of the agreement and pulled
back, but he just grabbed my head in both hands and forced his mouth back
onto mine for a few moments before breaking the kiss.  Holding my face
close to his, he stared into my eyes.  "You're going to kiss me back Em. 
You're not going to fight it when I grab your tits, your ass, your pussy or
anything else I want to grab.  We're going to fuck and you're going to join
in and not just lie there.  You may think you're being forced to do this,
but we both know that you had a choice.  If you really thought this was so
unthinkable, you wouldn't be here, so as far as I see it Em, you need to
stop acting like this wasn't your choice.  Now I'm going to kiss you again
and you're going to fuckin' kiss me back." He snarled.

   He pulled my face to his and kissed me again pushing his tongue against
my lips.  I hesitated a moment and he squeezed on my head with his hands
letting me know to stop resisting.  I opened my mouth and let his tongue
enter.  I couldn't believe I was kissing another boy besides Evan.  It
wasn't a good kiss.  He was being rough and forcing his tongue too far into
my mouth as if he were trying to stick it down my throat.  I just let him
do what he wanted.  I was becoming afraid that he would hurt me if I
resisted.

   Once I gave into the kiss he relaxed his grip on my head and dropped his
left hand to my right breast and began needing it roughly.  "Fuck Emily. 
I've wanted to feel these little titties for so fuckin' long." He said as
he broke the kiss and began focusing on my breasts.  Mike let go of my
breast and stood up straight.

   "Take your shirt and bra off.  I've got to see those tits." I hesitated
just long enough for him to think I was going to resist.  I let out a small
scream as the t-shirt I was wearing was ripped halfway down the front,
exposing my bra covered breasts to him.  "No more resisting.  Take the
fuckin' shirt and bra off now." He snapped.

   I quickly removed what was left of my shirt and removed my bra, tossing
it to the side.  For the first time in my life, a guy was looking at my
bare breasts.  I didn't bother covering them because I knew it would just
make him more upset.  He stared for a moment before grasping each of my
breasts with one of his hands and almost mauling them.  He squeezed them
roughly pinching each of my nipples with a fair amount of force, causing me
to gasp at the small amount of pain I felt from the rough treatment.  I
didn't know if he was being rough on purpose or he just didn't know a girl
would rather have her breasts caressed and not mauled.

   This went on for a couple of minutes when I felt a dampening between my
legs.  I hated what he was doing to me and at that moment I hated him, so
why was my vagina getting wet?  It wasn't right.  I shouldn't have been
feeling that way.  Why was my body betraying me?

   "Finish striping.  I have got to see your pussy." He said moving back
slightly as if it would give him a better overall view.

   I didn't hesitate that time.  Standing up, I undid my jeans and quickly
slid them down my slim legs and stepped out of them, leaving me in my plain
white bikini panties.  Putting my thumbs in the waistband, I paused just a
moment before slipping them down and off my legs.  That was it; I was
completely naked in front of someone other than another girl for the first
time.

   "Oh fuck Em, you are so God damn hot.  Evan doesn't deserve such a hot
fuckin' girlfriend." I hated him calling me that.  Em was supposed to be
reserved for Evan.  Not to mention the fact that he seemed to think he was
the one who deserved me.  The guy, who was all but raping me and betraying
my boyfriend at the same time, thought he deserved me more.  I almost
laughed in his face at that, but despite the fact that I found it amusing
he thought he deserved me over my boyfriend, my body was betraying me.  The
situation was too much.  As it had been that morning with the situation and
the way Ashley had spoken to me, my body was betraying me and my vagina was
soaked.  `What's wrong with me?' I thought as I realized how wet I had
become.

   Mike stared at me for a few moments before undoing his shorts, pushing
them down his legs and stepping out of them leaving us both naked.  I
couldn't help but look down at his already hard manhood.  It was the first
time I had seen a guy completely naked.  I had heard stories about the size
of the average guy, and he looked like he was average at best.  Everything
about him was average.  He grabbed my arm firmly and began pulling me
towards the blanket.  "Lie down." He told me and I complied without
argument.  Mike looked me over one last time before pushing my legs apart
and kneeling between them.  He grabbed his penis and began moving forward
towards my vagina.

   "Mike wait, you need to wear a condom." I said putting my hands on his
on his chest to stop him.

   "Sorry, no rubbers Emily.  I made a deal with Ashley to be your first,
and that deal did not include a raincoat, so get your hands off my chest.
It's time to pop that cherry babe." He said with an air of arrogance.

   "What?  You can't Mike!  I'm serious.  I'm not on birth control.  You
have to use a condom." I responded with alarm.

   He grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms above my head with his hands as
he lowered himself on top of me.  "No, please Mike, please don't do this."
I pleaded with him as panic began to set in.  I began to struggle to free
my arms, but he was too strong.  I felt his manhood reach the entrance of
my vagina, forcing my labia apart to push against my hymen.  "Please don't
do this." I said as my eyes began to water.  I had accepted the fact that I
had made the conscious choice to be there, but I didn't want it to be like
that.

   "Maybe you should have thought this through a little longer before
agreeing to it then." He told me just before his penis tore through my
virginity, sending half his length into me as I screamed out from the pain
it caused.  "Oh fuck yes Em!" He yelled as he pulled out slightly before
pushing further into me.

   "Ow, ow, ow, Mike please, you're hurting me."

   "Sorry babe, can't stop now.  Your cherries gone, but I gotta blow a
load inside you before its official.  You should be happy.  A real man made
you a woman instead of that pussy Evan." He said with a grunt as he pushed.

   I stopped pleading with him when he said that.  My body may have
betrayed me originally, but my mind knew the truth of how I felt about him
at that moment.  He actually thought I would be his when this was all over.
I had no idea if I was going to lose Evan over the decision I made, but I
would bet that Mike was going to find out that Evan was no pussy.

   A couple more thrusts had him buried fully inside me where he held still
with eyes clenched tight.  As he held himself still for what had to be more
than a minute, the pain became a dull ache.  His eyes opened and locked
with mine.  Tears flowed out of my eyes and I turned my head away from him.

   Mike reached up onto the small coffee table and grabbed the second joint
he had rolled and lit it.  "Here, smoke some of this, it'll calm you down."
He said putting the joint to my lips.

   I didn't argue with him, instead I just smoked more weed as instructed.
What did it matter now anyway?  My virginity was gone and Evan would soon
know that even though it was to protect my parents, I had cheated on him.
Much like the first joint, I smoked most of it as he took short strokes
inside me.  Once the second joint was nothing but another roach in the
ashtray, he gave a little smile then began to move inside me.  Slowly with
the first few strokes then as he picked up the pace he let go of my arms
and buried his head into my shoulder.

   "Oh fuck Em!  Fuck, you feel so fuckin' good on my dick!" He exclaimed
as thrust into me.  The pain was fading as my body betrayed me while Mike
used me for his own pleasure.  His grunts were becoming more erratic.  My
breathing was becoming heavier as the pleasure began to take over.  "Oh
fuck yeah!  Oh fuck, here it comes!  Ungh!" He grunted as he unleashed his
cum inside of me.  A few short strokes later and he collapsed on top of me.
It was all over well before I even got close to receiving enough pleasure
for my own orgasm.

   He lay on top of me for several moments before slipping out and rolling
over.  I didn't know what to do.  I was told by Ashley that I was to stay
the night, so did that mean I would have to endure sex with Mike as many
times as he wanted?

   Having smoked the majority of two thick joints in such a short period of
time had my head spinning.  I lay back on the blanket with my head propped
up on both pillows and closed my eyes to stop the room from spinning.  I no
longer had my virginity, but considering that it was over with so quick I
felt that I had not been made a woman.  The only real reason I even
remotely approached orgasm was purely from the situation.

   I still couldn't figure out why certain things turned me on.  First it
was watching my parents have sex with a minor, and then it was Ashley
cornering me and my subservience to her by agreeing to such a sick
perverted demand as giving my virginity away because she felt slighted by
what I had done a year before.  Then you had the leaking of my fluids when
Mike tore my shirt and the fact that even though I knew it had ultimately
been my decision, once in the situation I had been given no choice to back
out even though I wanted to.  Several moments had passed and I decided that
I did not want to be in that situation anymore.  I was going to put my
clothes on, go home and let the chips fall where they may.  I stood and
turned to see Mike's dad Bob standing there completely naked stroking a
cock that made Mike's look like a little boys.

   I reached for the blanket to cover my naked body.  "Don't you dare
little lady.  There won't be any covering up here.  Your tight little body
is too fuckin' nice to be covered up anyway.  Besides, I haven't got my
dick wet yet and Ashley promised me some tight teen pussy tonight." He
stated as he continued to stroke his large cock.

   What was he talking about?  I felt betrayed because Ashley told me it
would be just me and Mike.  I was angry and shaken by the turn of events,
but my juices were flowing like never before.  I was so confused.  I was so
repulsed by the idea that Bob Fawler, a man that was, well he was old, just
told me he was going to have sex with me and it was Ashley who had promised
me to him.  It wasn't that he was bad looking, because he wasn't.  He was
just like over two decades older than me.  One thing was for sure, he did
have a big dick.  A dick.  There was no doubt that I had looked at Mike as
having a penis, but Bob had a dick and I couldn't take my eyes off of it.
It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

   "You want this, I can tell." He said while waving his sizeable manhood
in my direction.  "You know how I can tell?  You haven't taken your eyes
off of it since you turned around.  Now you're going to be a good little
girl.  You're gonna' lie back down, spread your legs and we're going to get
to know one another very intimately.  Do you understand Emily?" He said
looking at me from head to toe.

   I just knew that I wasn't getting out of there without having sex with
him and said the only thing that came to mind.  "I'm not on the pill.  You
have to..."

   "I don't have to do shit little girl.  You tried that shit on my son and
you already fucked him without one, so I don't think one more load will
hurt, and I just can't pass up the opportunity to put a load in you myself.
Go on, lie down and spread those sweet thighs for me."

   I found myself excited by his big beautiful dick, but I didn't know what
to do so I hesitated.  Bob immediately grabbed me and forced me to the
floor.  He kissed me forcefully as he placed the head of that big dick to
the entrance of my vagina and pushed.  Despite how wet I was, which was
aided by the load of cum his son had deposited in me only moments before,
it still hurt and I whimpered in pain.

   "You have such a tight pussy there girl.  Your virginity should have
been mine, but I got tired of hearing Mike whine about it." He said as he
continued to force his large manhood into me.  My breathing was getting
heavier and my vagina was getting wetter despite the discomfort of having
such a large dick forcing its way into me and having just lost my
virginity. His comment must have upset Mike or he just didn't want to watch
his dad have sex with `his girl' since moments after his dad's comment I
heard him stomping up the stairs.

   "N-No.  Please MR.  Fawler.  Please don't do this." I said trying to
convince him to stop and attempting to convince myself that I did not want
what my body seemed to crave.

   "Mr.  Fawler.  You have always been so obedient, always calling adults
by their last names, or sir and ma'am.  Always doing what you're told by
your betters.  You know, Ashley and I had a little talk about how hot and
wet you got when she confronted you with that video.  How she could smell
your arousal when she had you backed into the wall.  How subservient you
were when she pressed you.  I know you better than you know yourself.  You
were meant to be treated like this.  You will never accept your true nature
on your own though, so you will have to be forced to accept the truth." He
paused as he bottomed out inside me.  I couldn't believe that I had taken
his entire length.  It felt as if he was stretching my insides.

   "Oh, um." I moaned at the full feeling and the excitement I felt for
taking such a large dick.  I kept saying no, but then my body would scream
yes.

   "So fuckin' wet.  Tell me how bad you want me to continue?" He said as
he kissed me on the forehead.  "It's OK to admit it little girl.  It's OK
to admit you like my big cock stretching your tight little cunt." He said
as he pulled out slightly and pushed back in.

   "Don't stop, please." I heard myself plead when he just stopped and held
himself inside me again.  Why wasn't he just fucking me like his son had?

   "Tell me what you want little girl.  Tell me you want my big cock to
make that pussy of yours feel good, to be fucked hard by a man.  You know
you want it, all you have to do is tell me." He said pulling out slightly
and pushing back in hard causing me to moan.  "Tell me girl.  Say please
Mr. Fawler; please fuck my tight cunt hard with your big cock."

   "Um." Another moan escaped me as he once again gave a very short stroke.
I didn't want that did I?  How could I want that?  How could I want someone
older than my father to have sex with me?  "Oh." I exclaimed as he gave yet
another short stroke inside me.

   He leaned down and whispered in my ear.  "Just ask little girl."

   "Please." I whispered back.

   "Please what?" He asked me.  I didn't want to say it.  "Please stop? 
Please pull out?  Or please fuck your tight cunt hard with my big cock?"

   "Please fu...make it feel good." I said softly.

   "Are you fucking kidding me girl?  You know what I want to hear and how
I want to hear it.  Tell me what you truly want.  Are you afraid of a few
curse words?  Afraid mommy will wash your mouth out with soap?" He said as
he gave me another impossibly short stroke.

   "Please Mr.  Fawler...please f-fuck my tight c-cunt hard with your big
beautiful cock." I said louder than I meant to as I was nearing an orgasm
without him hardly moving inside me.  I had never used language like that
and it turned me on even more.

   Mr.  Fawler pulled halfway out and pushed back in hard.  "Oh fuck, you
sexy little cunt.  You have the best fuckin' pussy ever.  Oh God damn, I am
going to enjoy every single time I dip my dick in this tight little pussy
of yours." He said as he held himself all the way inside me.  "Since you're
ready to get fucked little girl, it's time to fuck."

   With that said he slowly picked up the pace, pushing in harder and
pulling out a little farther with each stroke.  This went on for several
minutes before he buried himself inside me and stopped as he pushed his
lips into mine and kissed me hard.  I instinctively wrapped my arms around
his neck and kissed him back pushing my tongue into his mouth.  He reached
under me with both of his big hands and grabbed my ass cheeks squeezing
them tight as our tongues fought with one another.  The big man once again
began stroking his dick in and out in long fast strokes, abusing my tired,
sore vagina with his relentless pounding.

   The pain caused my building orgasm to initially subside slightly, but
with all the stimulation it was only a matter of time.  The heated kissing,
the big hands enveloping my tight butt cheeks, and the contact his body
made with my clit every time he bottomed out in me.  I was begging in my
mind for him to not cum too soon like Mike had.  Almost there, just a
little more.

   I broke the kiss.  "Oh God, yes Mr.  Fawler!  Yes, I'm cumming!" I
screamed out loud as the most intense orgasm of my young life overtook my
body.  One thing I didn't understand was why I was still calling him Mr. 
Fawler at that point.

   "That's it you little bitch.  Cum on my fucking cock.  Oh, so fuckin'
tight.  Almost there.  Gonna' fill you up you fuckin' slut." He grunted as
he continued to pound into me several more times before stopping fully
inside of me.  "Take, ungh, that, ungh, you, ungh, sexy, ungh, slut." He
said as he was buried himself fully inside me and unleashing spurt after
spurt of his seed into my unprotected teenage womb.  Just the thought of
something so depraved along with the names he called me caused me to cum a
second time as he finished his own orgasm.  He held still with his face
just inches away from mine as he stared into my eyes.

   Mr.  Fawler pulled his cock out of me and rolled over to his back,
putting his arm on his forehead.  I lay there in the afterglow of what I
could only describe as amazing sex when he broke the mood.  "Go get me a
fuckin' beer slut.  Once I drink that I'll be ready for you to start
learning how to give head."

   I knew I didn't have a choice so I stood up and immediately learned that
when a man leaves a large amount of sperm in a female it's going to start
draining out as soon as you stand up.  I instinctively placed a hand under
my vagina to keep it from dripping everywhere.

   "Just let it drain down your thighs little girl.  That's what dirty
sluts do, and if I know anything, it's how to tell when a young woman is a
dirty slut.  Now go get my beer slut." He stated as he leaned up and
smacked my ass with his big hand.  I squealed and glared at him.  "Don't
fuckin' look at me like that slut.  I said get me a fuckin' beer." Her
repeated again and began to stand up.  I didn't want to know what would
happen if I waited for him to get up so I quickly made my way upstairs.

   How could someone give you such pleasure yet be so mean at the same
time? I had to admit that the sex was amazing.  If sex was always that good
then I was glad to be rid of my virginity, but I just hoped that Evan could
forgive me and that sex with him would at least be somewhere close to how
good it had been with Mr.  Fawler.

   I was startled as I turned from the fridge by Mike standing just inside
the opposite entrance to the kitchen staring at my ass.  "Is my dad done
with you yet?" He asked as his eyes slowly moved up my body, stopping
momentarily at my breasts before meeting my eyes.  The way he asked the
question sounded as if he were hurt that his father had `taken' me from
him.

   "Um, well not exactly I guess.  Can I ask you something?" I asked him as
I spun the can of beer in my fingers, still feeling awkward being naked in
front of him.

   "What?"

   "Why are you a part of this?  Why would you help Ashley do something
like this to a friend?"

   "You mean we're still friends, because you haven't really treated me
like a friend since you and Evan started dating, so why not?"

   I couldn't believe what he just said.  He obviously felt jilted by the
fact that I chose Evan over him.  "Are you serious?  That's why you did it?
Because you are jealous that I am dating Evan and want to spend time alone
with him on occasion?  That's not it at all though, is it Mike?  All that
crap you said about me and Evan downstairs.  You're not his friend, and
what the hell makes you think I would choose you over him anyway?  You know
what, I don't care.  I'm going back downstairs to your father, at least he
gave me an orgasm!" I yelled at him, then turned and started down the
stairs.

   "You're just mad because I popped your cherry instead of your precious
little boyfriend, whore!  You better start being a lot nicer to me from now
on cunt!" He yelled after me.

   I was pissed.  He had betrayed me and Evan for the simple fact that he
thought he deserved to be my boyfriend instead of Evan.  Mr.  Fawler was
sitting on the couch using what was left of my t-shirt to sit on.  I handed
him his beer and sat down on the blanket with my legs crossed, which put my
vagina on full display.  What was the point of modesty at this point
anyway?

   Mr.  Fawler opened his beer and took a big drink.  "What was all of the
yelling about upstairs?"

   "It was nothing.  Just your son proving he's a complete jerk." I replied
with my head down staring at the mess of cum that had leaked out of me.

   "Well, my boy thinks he's in love with you."

   "He sure has a funny way of showing it considering that he is helping
Ashley blackmail me.  You're right though, he thinks he's in love with me,
but he is only jealous of the fact that he lost out to Evan, and it took a
blackmailing witch for him to have any chance at me.  I hate him." I
seethed.

   "Yeah, I can see that.  I'm sure you hate me as well, but that and the
fact that I'm willing to sit here and talk to you like two normal people
doesn't change anything.  You need to put all of that aside because things
are different now little girl.  Ashley is playing a serious game.  She used
her video as a means to blackmail me as well, even though all she had to do
was ask me if I wanted some of your fine young pussy." He said with a
chuckle as he paused to finish drinking his beer.

   I didn't understand what he was saying.  How could she have blackmailed
him with the video too?  Then it hit me.  Something I had noticed but not
really paid any attention to at the time.  The way the video jumped from
one spot to another.  She had cut part of it out.  The part that showed Mr.
and Mrs.  Fawler, which means there was another video.

   "As I was saying, things are different now, in more ways than one.  How
you ended up here doesn't matter.  There are two things I do know.  The
first is the fact that you chose to do this yourself.  I cannot tell you
whether that was the right choice or not, but it is the one that you made.
The second thing is that this situation is bringing out the real you
whether you want it to or not.  Females like you are something special
Emily.  You like to be dominated.  You have been dominated your whole life
by everyone you have ever dealt with.  The only time you truly made a
decision on your own is the one decision that ultimately got you into this
situation.  You were born to be led around by others little girl.  When
others are in control, it gets you excited.  To put it plainly, you are a
submissive.  The most submissive female I have ever seen.  You so easily
let others dictate what they want from you." He set his beer can on the
table.

   "I was originally in this because I couldn't pass up the opportunity to
get some pussy from one of the sexiest little girls I have ever seen, but
now you have presented me with another opportunity.  Come over here and
kneel between my legs little girl." He said as he patted his naked thigh.

   I just stared at him for a second.  I wanted to get up and run because
what he was saying was making me nervous, but against my better judgment I
did as I was told.

   "You see Emily, Ashley has provided both of us the opportunity to
experience what we both want and need most.  You are a natural submissive
who I believe will get more excited the more humiliated and used you are."

   "Look Mr.  Fawler..."

   "Do not interrupt me.  Mutual conversation time is over.  Ashley has a
plan for you that your conscious mind will likely not like and try to rebel
against, but your unconscious mind will revel in.  I will make you one
promise.  If I think she's going to take things too far I will help you to
stop her, but at the same time, I think you need this little girl.  It's
for the best really.  You could have spent your whole life feeling as if
something was missing, but now you won't have to.  What you need to realize
is that as soon as you saw me standing there, you could have grabbed your
clothes and left but you didn't.  Your subconscious mind overpowered your
conscious mind and you stared at this big dick as if your life depended on
it being inside you." He said as he grabbed his large manhood and hefted it
up for me to look at.  "Kiss the head little girl.  Kiss it all over and
then I want you to take it between your lips and suck on it.  Don't worry
too much about not knowing what you're doing, it'll come natural to you I'm
sure."

   That big dick was getting hard.  I could see clear fluid begin to pool
up at the tip.  His precum as we had learned in sex-ed class.  Once again I
couldn't look away.  I had never wanted to do anything like that until that
moment.  All of a sudden it seemed to be the only thing that mattered.  I
leaned forward and kissed the head of that big dick right on the tip where
the fluid was gathering and slurped it into my mouth, tasting it.  A shiver
ran through my entire body as the flavor teased my taste buds.  My tongue
slipped out and licked through the slit taking yet more of the viscous
fluid with it, only to be replaced by more almost instantly.

   "That's a good girl; now kiss down the shaft slut.  All the way down and
use your little tongue on my balls." He said in a calm yet demanding tone."

   I sucked the small pool of fluid through my lips once again before doing
as I was told.  Down his shaft my lips went, planting small light kisses
until I had reached that large sack that hung down low.  As I licked and
kissed him there, I looked up and our eyes met.  He had a placated look on
his face.  I just offered a shy nervous smile back as I continued to do as
he wished.  I was pleasing him and for some reason it felt good to know
that I was making him feel good.

   Mr.  Fawler reached out with his left hand and grabbed a handful of my
hair.  He pulled my head up by my hair and leaned down close to my face. 
"The most important thing to remember slut, is that you keep those fuckin'
teeth off my dick.  Other than that, there isn't much else you can do that
will be wrong.  Suck the tip, slide your lips down the shaft and use your
tongue everywhere.  Start sucking slut."

   With that said he pulled my mouth towards his dick.  I parted my lips
and took the large head into my mouth, licking it and sucking like it was a
lollipop.  I never in a million years would have thought that I would enjoy
something like that, but I did.  I enjoyed every bit of it.  The texture,
the taste and I couldn't believe it, but the scent as well.  I could only
get the first few inches into my mouth, but Mr.  Fawler didn't seem to
mind.

   "That's not bad slut.  You need to use a hand and stroke the shaft if
you want your prize at the end." He said, grabbing my right hand and
placing it on his shaft.  He held my hand and moved it up and down until I
was moving it on my own.

   What caught me off guard was his mention of the prize at the end.  I
hadn't thought that far ahead.  He obviously wanted to cum in my mouth.  I
wasn't so sure I could handle that.  I enjoyed the precum, but I wasn't so
sure about a mouth full of cum.  But what did I expect, that he would care
if I didn't want to have a mouth full of his cum?  He didn't care that I
wasn't on birth control when he came inside me.  So I did the only thing I
could, I continued to suck that big beautiful dick and waited for my prize.

   It went on much longer than I thought it would.  My jaw was getting
tired, and my saliva was getting everywhere but he seemed to be getting
closer.  I began taking it out of my mouth and licking around the head. 
His breathing would get heavier as I licked the underside so I concentrated
my effort there.  His hands moved to my head and he started pulling my
mouth onto his dick, trying to force me to take more.  I hadn't taken it to
the back of my mouth on my own and quickly found my gag reflex when he
began forcing me.  Mr.  Fawler would pull me down and hold me for ten,
twenty, thirty seconds before letting me pull back, gagging and coughing,
saliva spilling out of my mouth.  He would let me catch my breath and
repeat.  I hated how degrading it felt, but I hated how wet it was making
me even more.

   "Oh fuck slut!  Your mouth is almost as good as your pussy!  Almost
there you hot little bitch!  Don't fight it bitch!  Just accept what you
are and get ready to take your fuckin' prize!" He yelled as he held my head
firmly with about three inches inside my mouth and his cum blasted into the
back of my throat.  I coughed once and some of it shot out of my nose. 
"Swallow slut!  Drink it down!  Oh fuck yes!"

   I couldn't pull back so I did the only thing I could and began
swallowing as he ordered.  I knew it would be a lot from how much had
drained out of my vagina after he had fucked me, but it still didn't
prepare me for it.  Once he finished cumming and I had swallowed it all
down he told me to suck him clean, and when I was done to get a towel to
wipe up all my saliva.  Mr.  Fawler didn't say a word until I had finished.
He just watched me doing as I was told.

   "You did a good job little girl.  I think you are definitely going to be
a lot of fun." He said with a slight smile.

   To be continued...