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If Jordan Wants to Cheat, Let Her
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A good little high school girl pisses off a classmate 
and is blackmailed into serving her and her friends, 
and assorted others. (mf-teens, bi, youths, nc, 
blkmail, 1st, oral, huml)

***

I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business, 
finishing up my mid-term in Biology. I had been 
surprised at how easy it had been and I had flown right 
through it. I had just finished up my last question 
when I caught sight of Jordan, who was sitting in the 
row beside me, and obviously trying to copy from my 
paper.

Without thinking I snatched up my paper and in a loud 
whisper I said, "Hey!"

I had whispered a little too loud, apparently. Mr. 
Carson looked up and got to his feet and walked quickly 
up the aisle. He grabbed both of our papers and walked 
back to his desk.

The look that I was getting from Jordan was less than 
pleasant. I whispered that I was sorry, but I don't 
think she cared.

The bell rang, finally, and as everyone else rose to 
leave, Mr. Carson called Jordan and me to his desk.

He looked up at Jordan with a look of disgust on his 
face and said, "I don't even have to ask, do I Miss 
Stewart?"

Jordan just shrugged.

"Jordan," Mr. Carson said, in the voice you might 
expect from a long suffering parent, "I am going to 
give you another chance to take this test after school 
the day after tomorrow. If you don't get at least a 'B' 
on your retest and a 'B' on your final, you will be 
failing this course."

She just glowered at him. Today was Wednesday. She now 
had two days to learn all of the material she had been 
too busy thinking about cheerleading and jocks, and of 
course, fashion, to learn over the first half of the 
school year.

He looked up at me and smiled and said, "Your usual 
good job Sara, I wish all of my students were as hard 
working as you."

He dismissed us then and we hurried to our next class. 
As we were walking down the hall I could feel her 
behind me. I could feel her anger. I stopped and turned 
quickly and said to her, "I'm sorry. I didn't intend 
for that to happen. I was just reacting."

She glowered at me and said, "You're sorry?! Not yet 
you're not. But you are going to be, bitch!"

I did the only thing I could do; I rolled my eyes and 
hurried to my next class.

I forgot all about Jordan and concentrated on my 
History class. I like History, and the teacher, Mr. 
Edwards, is one of my favorite teachers. He really 
makes his class interesting.

By the time class was over I had forgotten all about 
Jordan. I went to my locker and grabbed my backpack and 
my books and headed home. I live about a half mile from 
the school and I enjoy the walk, most days anyway. I 
get a chance to relax and kind of wind down.

But not today, I hadn't even made it off the school 
grounds when Jordan and a group of her friends had me 
surrounded. Jordan lit into me and I thought for a 
minute that she was going to kick my ass, right then 
and there. And she could have, she is a lot bigger than 
I. 

She was all over me like a screaming banshee and her 
gang of sycophants was egging her on. I was surrounded 
and couldn't just walk away so I let her rant and rave 
for a while, what choice did I have?

Finally she told me that since it was my fault that she 
was in trouble, I was going to get her out of it. She 
informed me that I had this afternoon and tomorrow 
afternoon to tutor her so that she could get a 'B' on 
the test.

I told her she was full of shit. It wasn't my fault she 
didn't pay attention in class or do her homework and 
there was no way I could teach her everything she had 
ignored since the start of the school year.

She grinned at me and nodded towards one of her male 
friends, Chuck. Chuck stepped up and pulled his laptop 
open and turned it on. We all watched as he took a disk 
out of his pocket and loaded it. Then he turned it 
around and started showing me picture after picture of 
the most disgusting kiddy porn pictures. I was getting 
sick looking at them. I screamed at them and tried to 
slam his computer to the ground.

"What the fuck is wrong with you people?!" I exploded. 
"Why are you showing me that crap? I should have you 
arrested!"

Jordan said, "Nobody would find anything if they were 
to check that computer, or that disk. He already 
deleted all of it. But we know where there is more. In 
hidden files on your father's computer. Just waiting 
for someone to call the police and turn him in."

"Your nuts!" I yelled.

Jordan responded in a confident manner that let me know 
that she wasn't kidding. "You won't be able to find it. 
He won't be able to find it if you tell him it's there. 
But the cops will know where to look. I bet it will 
look good on his resume when he tries to find another 
job. Because you know he can't stay on as Principal 
over at the grade school if he likes sex with little 
girls and boys."

"Now, god damn it," Jordan threatened, "you go home and 
see if you can find them if you want. But you better 
have your ass at my house by four and ready to start 
coaching me on that fucking test we just took, or 
everyone in town is going to be shocked at what a 
pervert the new principal over at the elementary school 
is."

Jordan turned suddenly, and walked away before I could 
respond. I rushed home and I could tell as soon as I 
walked up onto the front porch that someone had been in 
our house. The front door was open about an inch.

We had just moved to this small town last summer when 
they hired my dad to be the new principal at the grade 
school. I suppose that in a small town like this, a lot 
of people don't bother locking their homes when they go 
out. But we had lived in a much larger town and we 
always lock up when we leave. It was a part of life. We 
did it without thinking. 

Someone had apparently been in our house. So it was 
possible that one of Jordan's slimy friends put 
something on my Dad's computer. I dropped my backpack 
inside the door and hurried to my Dad's den.

As soon as I entered I saw a Pepsi can sitting near the 
computer. Neither Dad nor I drink Pepsi. I sat down and 
moved the mouse and the screen came to life. I clicked 
on my Dad's name as the user and it went to his new 
desktop wallpaper. A picture of a young, preteen girl 
having sex with a fat old man!

I hurriedly deleted it, and then I did a search for 
JPGs. Dad keeps most of his pictures on the computer so 
I found hundreds. I could find no more like the 
horrible ones that Jordan had shown me at school. But I 
knew that the fact that I couldn't find them in a 
cursory search didn't mean that they weren't there.

I returned my Dad's computer to normal and picked up 
the Pepsi can and left the room. I threw the drink can 
in the recycle bin and left a note for Dad, explaining 
that I had gone to Jordan's house to help her with her 
Biology homework. 

The irony of that was not lost on me. Dad was always 
after me to get out more and meet people, make friends, 
hang around with people my own age. Now I was going to 
go out and "hang around" with the girl that was 
threatening to have him arrested for having kiddy porn 
on his computer.

I changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top and 
hurried over to Jordan's house. She lives just around 
the corner and down the block from me.

I knocked at her door and she let me in. She started 
all over again with the derogatory remarks and the 
threats and I said, "Alright! I'm here! What hell do 
you want from me! You know damn well it wasn't my 
fucking fault!"

We were standing just inside the door in the living 
room and several of her friends were sitting around 
watching and listening and I guess I should have known 
better and just kept my mouth shut. I should never have 
challenged her like that in front of her friends.

She glared at me for a moment and slammed the door 
behind me. Then she turned to me and said, "You better 
start watching the way you talk to me from now on, 
bitch! You belong to me now. If you piss me off, if you 
don't do everything I say from now on, one of my 
friends makes an anonymous phone call and Daddy goes to 
jail. Then what happens to you, bitch. You're what, 
sixteen? With your dad in jail, no mom, it's a foster 
home for you. So from now on you better do every 
fucking thing I tell you. And I don't want to hear 
anything but yes ma'am from you. DO YOU UNDERSTAND 
ME?!"

She had been hollering right in my face. I turned white 
with fear; because I had no doubt at all that she would 
do just exactly what she was threatening to do.

I could tell that had not been a rhetorical question. 
She was waiting for my response.

Reluctantly I said, "Yes ma'am." I heard the giggles 
from Jordan's buddies sitting around the living room. 
They obviously enjoyed my humiliation. And Jordan 
seemed to feed on it. 

"You didn't bring your book," she said accusingly. 

"I don't need the book," I answered. "I remember what 
was on the test. I can write it out and you can study 
it."

"OK," Jordan said, "As soon as you are ready you can 
start."

"I'm ready," I said.

"No, you aren't, bitch," she said. "I promised my 
friends that you would be tutoring me in the nude."

"What?!" I screamed at her. "I will not!"

"You stupid bitch!" she yelled back. "Were you not 
listening to me? Do you just not understand English, 
Miss National Merit Scholar? If you do not do anything 
and everything I tell you from now on, then I am going 
to drop the hammer. And I am getting fucking tired of 
arguing with you. So either get out of those clothes 
right now, or leave so I can do what I have to do."

I looked at the other people in the room, Chuck was 
here. Jordan's boyfriend Kevin was here. There was 
another boy whose name I did not know. Jordan's best 
friend Kelly was here too. They were all sitting up 
waiting eagerly for me to realize how hopeless my 
situation was and take off my clothes.

I looked at Jordan again and I tried to reason with 
her. She just glared at me impatiently and waited. I 
tried begging. Same result.

At last I just started crying and sobbed, "Jordan, I 
can't do that. I just can't. Nobody has ever seen 
me….like that before!"

"Then leave," she said, her voice as cold as ice.

I started for the door in tears. As I pulled the door 
open I heard Jordan say, "Chuck, call your friend and 
tell him to make the call."

I turned my head and saw Chuck pull out his cell phone 
and open it and I knew I didn't have any choice.

"Wait," I sobbed, almost hysterical now. "Wait, I'll do 
it. I'LL DO IT, ALRIGHT!!"

I saw the look of triumph on Jordan's face. She grabbed 
me and spun me back around to face her and her friends 
and said, "It's about damned time you realized I 
fucking own you, bitch. Now stop the crying. It's 
annoying!"

I tried. I took some deep breaths and tried to calm 
down. I did become calmer. I drew back from the edge of 
hysteria. But I couldn't stop crying completely. 

Jordan stepped back and then went to sit by Kevin. I 
stood in place, too terrified to think, too terrified 
to move.

Jordan pointed to a place in the middle of the small 
living room and ordered me to stand there. I moved to 
the place she indicated and looked at her. 

She smiled sweetly and said, "OK, bitch. Strip. Take as 
much time as you like. Kevin, Chuck and Gary are in no 
hurry. In fact, the longer that you take to undress the 
more they'll enjoy the show."

I looked down at the floor and slipped my sandals off. 
Then I grasped my tank top and, after first taking a 
deep breath, I slowly pulled it up and over my head. I 
dropped it on the nearby coffee table. I had never 
undressed in front of a boy before and I could feel how 
red my face and neck were. Hell, I got embarrassed when 
I had to undress with the other girls in gym class!

There were a few remarks from the audience. They were 
disappointed when they saw how plain my bra was. But I 
ignored them and slid my shorts down and stepped out of 
them. I glanced at Jordan, praying for a reprieve. But 
it was obvious that she was enjoying my humiliation as 
much as the boys were.

I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra and let it 
fall open. Then I shrugged my shoulders and let the 
straps slide down and off. I held the cups in front of 
my breasts for a long moment. I had nice breasts. I 
knew that they were attractive. I was wearing a B cup 
now and even if they weren't as large as the girls in 
Playboy Magazine, they were as shapely. But no boy had 
ever seen them and now I was being forced to undress in 
front of three boys I didn't like and really didn't 
know.

I finally dropped my arms and tossed my bra onto the 
table. I heard the comments start up again. The 
comments about my breasts, and my nipples, which were 
hardening in the cool air from the air conditioner.

I was left with only my plain, white panties. I hooked 
my thumbs under the waistband and slid them down 
quickly, anxious to get this humiliating strip show 
over with now.

I dropped my underwear on the table and stood and 
waited for Jordan to tell me what to do next.

I looked up at her, trying to avoid the eyes of the 
boys in the room. But something caught my eye and I 
looked over at the entrance to the hallway and saw 
another of Jordan's friends, Bryan, with a digital 
video camera recording my strip tease.

"NO!" I screamed. "Stop it! Put that down!"

Jordan got up suddenly and rushed over to me and 
slapped my face, very hard.

"You just don't get it yet, you stupid little cunt!" 
she yelled. "You do not tell anyone what to do here. 
You do what you are told. I can do anything I want to 
with you. Any fucking thing at all! Get used to it, 
cunt, because you are mine until I get that final 'B' 
at the end of the year."

"Oh my god no," I cried. "No, please Jordan. I can't."

"Don't worry, bitch," she said smugly. "It will get 
easier. In no time at all you'll be running around 
naked and following orders and thinking nothing of it."

"Now, let's get busy," she said. She handed me a pen 
and a pad and told me to kneel by the coffee table and 
start writing. 

I fell to my knees and put the pad down on the table 
near my clothing. I stared blankly at the paper, I 
couldn't think. I could hear the blood rushing through 
my veins and I could feel my heart beating rapidly. I 
could only think about the people, the boys, who were 
ogling my naked body. And the digital recording that 
god knows who was going to see.

They all just sat watching me, obviously enjoying my 
humiliation, and my nudity. I finally started to calm 
down. I realized that the only way that I was going to 
get out of here was to write out the questions and 
answers to today's Biology exam. 

There had only been twenty-five questions, and they had 
not been very hard. I forced myself to concentrate and 
started writing them out for her. It wouldn't have been 
that hard if I were alone and clothed. I could feel 
their eyes exploring my body, though, and hear the 
snide comments, and all the boys talking about what 
they wanted to do to me.

It probably didn't take me much more than twenty-five 
minutes, once I started to concentrate. I had to hope 
that Mr. Carson would give Jordan the same test when he 
retested her. I suspected that he was so sure that she 
would fail that he probably would.

I handed the pad to Jordan when I was finished and she 
said, "OK, while I start studying this, you keep the 
boys busy. When I'm ready, you can go over it with me 
and see what I need more help on."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "What do you mean about 
keeping the boys busy? Jordan, I'm a virgin. I have 
never done anything with a boy."

Jordan grinned, a very evil grin. Then she said, "Looks 
like we are both going to get an education, cunt. Next 
fucking time you'll let me copy off your fucking paper, 
bitch!"

Jordan started reading the questions and answers I had 
written out for her. Kevin reached over and pulled me 
to my feet and then down onto his lap.

Bryan moved around to get a better camera angle and 
Kevin started exploring my body. I felt hands on my 
breasts for the first time in my life. He squeezed them 
and molded them and just generally abused them. 

I sat in his lap, crying and softly begging him to 
stop. "Please," I begged. "Kevin, I have never done 
anything. I don't want to do this. I'm scared!"

Kevin chuckled and responded, "Stupid cunt. You aren't 
here to do what you want. You are here to do what we 
want. Because if you don't, your tight ass Dad goes to 
jail and loses his job, and probably never works again, 
anywhere, ever! So you have to do what you are told. 
Don't you?"

I nodded, reluctantly. 

His hand was moving down to my thigh and forcing my 
legs apart. I gasped when his finger's touched my 
virgin pussy. Even under these horrible circumstances, 
the touch of a boy's finger there was electric.

I moaned as he worked one of his fingers into my tight, 
dry pussy. I moaned in pain and embarrassment. But he 
probably thought it was something else.

He laughed and said, "There, see, you're starting to 
come around already. This won't be so bad."

He toyed with my body a little longer and soon my pussy 
started lubricating. We both knew it was not that I was 
getting aroused. I obviously was not. Well, I assumed 
he knew it was an involuntary reaction. He may have 
been stupid enough to think I was getting turned on. 

After a few minutes of fumbling around between my 
thighs he held up his moist finger and said, "Yeah 
baby, you're getting into it now. I am going to give 
you a choice now. You feel that hard lump under your 
pretty little ass?"

I nodded. I had felt his penis getting hard and 
shifting under me since he had pulled me into his lap. 

"Well," he continued, "we are going to have to do 
something about that. I am a pretty nice guy though, so 
I am going to give you a choice. Do you want to suck me 
off or do you want to fuck me?"

I shook my head urgently. 

"No, please Kevin. I've never done those things. 
Please, just leave me alone," I pleaded.

"Oh Sara, I can't do that. I can't do that for a lot of 
reasons. I can't do that because my friends and my 
girlfriend would think I was a pussy. You don't want 
that do you?"

What could I do, I shook my head.

"Good," he continued. "And I can't do that because you 
are a hot little bitch and I just really want to stick 
my dick in you. I'm sure you can understand that, can't 
you?"

I nodded. It was apparent that he was just playing with 
me for the amusement of his friends. But I was in no 
hurry to move on to the next step.

"And besides, Sara, I think I need to do this for you," 
he said sarcastically. "You are much too uptight, and 
you are missing out on too much of the fun in life. 
Hell Sara, I'm doing you a favor here!"

"But I can see how nervous you are," he said, his voice 
dripping with phony concern, "and I can understand if 
you want to start out slow. So why don't you get back 
down on your knees and start sucking my cock?"

I was horrified, but I knew I had to do it. I had not 
yet seen a man's sex organ in real life. I had seen 
pictures of a male organ in biology texts, but I had 
never seen one erect, or had any intention of seeing 
one until I was married. Or at the very least fell in 
love with someone. None of that mattered to these 
people though.

I slid off of Kevin's lap and knelt between his legs. I 
waited for him to pull out his penis, but he just 
watched me, him and the others, and the camera.

I reached out and struggled with his zipper as he 
watched in amused silence. I couldn't really see what I 
was doing; my eyes were so full of tears. I finally 
managed to get his zipper down, and then I paused to 
wipe my eyes and figure out what to do next.

My hands had been in contact with the hard, throbbing 
bulge I was struggling to unleash while I was pulling 
his zipper down. I realized I was never going to get it 
out through his zipper, the opening wasn't large 
enough. So I unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his 
jeans and spread them open. 

I saw his tight, white jockey shorts and the pulsing, 
snakelike beast inside of them. There was a large wet 
spot where the head of Kevin's penis waited impatiently 
to be released.

I pulled Kevin's jeans down to his knees, but they were 
in my way, so I slid them all the way down. I ended up 
taking his shoes off and taking his jeans all of the 
way off.

Then I gingerly reached into the waistband of his 
shorts and pulled them down. I had never undressed a 
boy before, and had to struggle to get them loose, they 
kept catching on his dick.

I stared in morbid fascination as I bared his hard 
dick. It was my first, though I think it was obvious 
from the excited faces around me that it would not be 
my last today.

I slid his shorts down as he lifted his butt off of the 
couch and when I had dropped them onto his jeans he 
spread his legs out to give me plenty of room. I 
honestly didn't know what to do. I opened my mouth and 
began to lower it over him, but he stopped me.

"Kiss it first," he ordered. "Kiss it, and then lick my 
balls and my cock. I like a little foreplay, cunt. 
After you have licked it all over, then you suck it."

I leaned down reluctantly. I was totally defeated, I 
would do whatever I was told now. But I hated it. I 
hated every minute of it.

I pursed my lips and touched them to the moist head of 
his cock. When my lips came into contact with him, his 
cock jumped and it startled me. I jumped back and 
everyone laughed.

I took another deep breath and steeled myself for what 
I had to do. I leaned down and kissed his cock again, 
but I was ready for his body's response this time and I 
ignored it. Then I kissed my way down his cock to his 
balls. I started licking. I could smell the sweat, the 
musky smell from a warm day spent in classrooms. But it 
wasn't too bad, I could stand it.

I licked for as long as I could, and finally he got 
impatient and told me that it was time to get on with 
it.

I opened my mouth wide and carefully engulfed the head 
of his hot, drooling cock. I was nervous; he had warned 
me that I had best not touch him with my teeth. I 
didn't know what he could do to make things worse, but 
I suspected that he could.

I closed my lips around his cock and knelt with perhaps 
two inches of him in my mouth and started sucking. He 
watched me for a moment and then exploded in laughter.

"You are one dumb fucking cunt!" he finally managed to 
gasp. 

I didn't know what was so funny. I had his cock in my 
mouth and I was sucking. He knew I had never done this 
before.

The worst thing though, was that he was making me feel 
stupid for not knowing how to suck his cock. And I was 
letting him.

He started instructing me. Telling me to move my mouth 
up and down on his cock, like my mouth was a pussy and 
we were fucking, and telling me how to use my tongue 
and my fingers.

I followed his instructions and before very long he 
started moaning and I was terrified of what was about 
to happen.

He was just about to cum in my mouth and I may be 
pretty uninformed about sex, but I knew what that 
meant. Jordan looked up from the pad she was studying 
to say, "Don't you dare spill a drop, you stupid bitch. 
If you do, you'll be even sorrier than you are now."

I was already terrified, that didn't help.

Kevin suddenly grabbed my head and held on tight and 
his hips jerked up and I felt my mouth filling with 
hot, slimy cum. The taste was awful. It was bleachy 
and, well, just awful. But I was too terrified to do 
anything but hold his slimy load in my mouth until he 
was finished.

He finally relaxed back onto the couch and released my 
head. I slowly pulled my head away from his softening 
cock and knelt upright again. He watched me for a few 
moments and then he said, "Okay cunt, you can swallow 
your reward now."

I wasn't able to do it without gagging, but I finally 
managed to get it all down and keep it down. When I had 
swallowed, everyone clapped, as if I had just 
accomplished something special. 

But I hadn't of course. I had just been raped and 
degraded and I knew that there was more to come.

Chuck had already removed his jeans and shorts while I 
was occupied with Kevin. He called me over and soon I 
was kneeling in front of him and practicing what I had 
learned from Kevin.

Chuck's cock was smaller than Kevin's. But it was 
definitely not small. I don't know if he was very 
turned on, or just one of those guys that can't last. 
Whatever the reason, he only lasted about two minutes 
before he filled my mouth with cum. 

It was getting easier though, the swallowing part. I 
only gagged a little this time.

Gary was next. He lasted longer, and his cum was very 
bitter. I had a real hard time swallowing his. 

At last it was Bryan's turn. All of the other guys were 
jocks. Bryan was apparently Jordan's pet computer nerd 
and gadget freak. He was probably the one that had 
hidden the incriminating pictures on my Dad's computer.

Bryan handed the camera to Chuck and he pulled off his 
pants and shorts and sat down beside Kevin on the 
couch. Bryan's was the largest cock, by far. And he was 
obviously very proud of it. He basked for a moment in 
the comments of the other guys before he waived me over 
to kneel at his feet.

We had to pause while Bryan showed Chuck how to use the 
camera, again. Then I was put back to work sucking 
cock. But before I started, Bryan said, "You are one 
hot piece of ass and I am horny as hell after watching 
you suck all these guys off. So I am going to cum 
pretty quick. I want you to just swallow and keep on 
sucking. Got that?"

I nodded. Then I started licking and sucking. It was 
getting much harder. My mouth, my jaw, was getting very 
tired. And Bryan's cock was so much fatter. But as 
promised, he came very quickly, I doubt if he lasted a 
whole minute. 

I swallowed his large load quickly and then I started 
all over again. He never went soft. His cock stayed 
hard and thick and I went back to sucking for about 
five minutes, when he finally filled my mouth with a 
fifth load of cum, which I promptly swallowed.

All in all, it was a very unpleasant experience. But 
the worst was Gary. The others hadn't been all that 
bitter. I could still taste the aftertaste of Gary's 
cum in my mouth, overpowering even the two large loads 
that Bryan had deposited there after him.

Jordan was ready to go over the exam now. I was ordered 
to my feet and stood in front of Kevin and took the pad 
from her. 

While I read the questions to Jordan, Kevin inserted 
his hand between my thighs and started rubbing my 
virgin slit again. 

It was hard to concentrate on Jordan's answers, but I 
made a note of her mistakes and when we were done I 
explained what she had gotten wrong and why. 

She took the pad back from me and told me that she 
would study it more tonight. Then she ordered me to 
come here again tomorrow, right after school. She also 
informed me that, until further notice I wouldn't be 
wearing underwear, or slacks, or shorts, or hosiery. 
She asked me if I had a problem with that and I folded 
instantly. 

I knew that she was enjoying the hell out of my 
suffering and was totally without sympathy for me. I 
was just glad to be leaving here with my hymen intact. 
I had thought for sure that I wouldn't. But of course, 
I was coming back tomorrow. 

I wrote down my email address for Jordan, at her 
insistence. Then I was finally allowed to leave. I was 
ordered to check my email every morning and I rushed 
out of her house and hurried home. 

I went to the bathroom and washed my face and brushed 
my teeth over and over. Then, finally, when I could no 
longer taste cum, I went to the kitchen to start 
supper.

I had supper ready when my Dad got home. We ate 
quickly. He noticed that I was quiet, but I was unable 
to tell him why. I should have. If I were half the 
brain everyone thought that I was, I would have told my 
Dad everything and I am sure he could have figured out 
something. 

But even if it had occurred to me, how do you tell your 
Dad that you just sucked off four guys that you hardly 
know, and that it is all on a digital recording, 
probably already being enjoyed by friends of Jordan's 
that couldn't be there for my unveiling.

I cleaned up the kitchen and went to my room. I still 
had a lot of homework to do, if I could take my mind 
off of what had happened to me this afternoon.

I struggled with my homework. Luckily, I had very 
little of it, things pretty much came to a stop during 
mid-terms. I finished up and got ready for school 
tomorrow. Before I went to bed I checked my email.

Somehow, I wasn't all that surprised when I received 
dozens of pictures of myself, undressing, sitting in 
Kevin's lap, and of course sucking off four different 
boys while two girls watched.

I stared at the pictures. I couldn't help it. I looked 
so helpless, kneeling in front of those large jocks and 
sucking on their cocks like a sex slave. But for some 
reason, as I looked at the pictures, I felt a stirring. 
Especially the first ones, when I was undressing in 
front of everyone. I had to admit that Bryan had been 
right. I did look hot. I had never seen myself like 
that before, as a sexual being. I looked at me, and I 
looked at the look of lust in the eyes of the boys. I 
hadn't been able to look them in the face at the time. 
I had been too embarrassed. Now that I saw the look in 
their eyes, it was kind of exciting.

That isn't to say that I was interested in repeating 
it, or taking it to the next step. I was terrified at 
the thought of going back to Jordan's house tomorrow. 
She no longer needed me to study for that test. I had 
given her the answers. The only reason to make me 
return was to torment me.

I finally closed down my email program. For some 
reason, I couldn't bring myself to delete those 
pictures.

I turned off my monitor and finally went to bed. But I 
didn't go to sleep. Not for a very long time. I kept 
reliving that horrible afternoon in my head. I even 
imagined that I could taste their hot, slimy cum again.

I have no idea what time I finally got to sleep. My 
alarm had been ringing for at least ten minutes when I 
finally heard it. I got up and took off my sleep shirt 
and panties and put my robe on. I started for the 
bathroom but stopped on the way and checked my email 
again. I had several more emails of pictures, just more 
of the same, except that this time, there were several 
extreme close-ups, close-ups of my intimate body parts, 
and more of my mouth sliding down cocks or my tongue 
licking their balls.

The last email, however, contained no pictures. It was 
from Jordan. The pictures had all been sent by Bryan, 
and I noticed that there were copies sent to everyone 
that had been there yesterday afternoon, plus several 
other people of both sexes.

Jordan's email instructed me to shave my pubic hair 
off, all of it. She also reminded me that I was not to 
wear underwear. She added that if my skirt was not 
short enough to suit her, she had scissors.

I closed my email program and headed for the bathroom. 
My Dad was on his way to the kitchen, already dressed 
for work. He always went in at seven. I didn't have to 
be at school until eight.

We exchanged good mornings and I went into the bathroom 
and started the hot water running to let it warm up. I 
put a new blade in my razor and got into the shower. I 
shampooed my hair and used my liquid body wash. Then I 
soaped up my pubic hair. It was soon obvious that it 
would have been easier if I had trimmed it first with 
scissors. It was my first time, what did I know. 

Still, it wasn't that bad. My pubic hair was as blonde 
as the hair on my head, and it was very fine and 
sparse. That was one of the reasons I was embarrassed 
about undressing in front of the other girls in gym 
class. They mostly had big, thick, adult looking pubic 
patches. I still looked like a little girl. I rinsed 
off the razor and watched the last of my pubic hair 
wash down the drain. 

I dried off and finished up in the bathroom, then went 
to find something to wear to please Jordan.

My usual style of dress was to please my conservative 
father and myself. I had only a couple of dresses that 
the skirt only reached to mid-thigh. I selected one, 
hoping it would be short enough to please Jordan. But 
before I could put it on I thought of something. I went 
into the back of my closet and pulled out a dress from 
last year. I had grown quite a bit; both up and out, in 
the last year. I had liked this dress and had not been 
able to part with it when I donated the rest of my 
outgrown clothing to charity.

I took it off of the hanger and held it up in front of 
me and stood in front of the mirror. It looked much too 
short. I tried it on and I found that I could get the 
zipper up in back, but only with great difficulty. Once 
zipped up, it stretched tightly across my breasts, 
really drawing the eye. Without a bra, my nipples were 
plainly discernable.

I looked down and then turned around and looked at the 
back in the mirror. There appeared to be less than an 
inch of material between the hemline and my butt. I 
couldn't possibly wear this. I hung it up and put my 
first selection on. While it wasn't nearly as tight, it 
still seemed obvious to me that I was not wearing a 
bra. And the skirt was short enough to make me feel 
very uncomfortable about not wearing underwear. I would 
have to be very careful. 

I was too nervous to eat breakfast. I had a glass of 
breakfast drink and took my vitamin. Then I stared at 
the clock until the very last minute. I grabbed my 
backpack and my purse and went out and locked the door, 
even though I knew how futile it was. If one of 
Jordan's gang of perverts wanted in, they obviously 
knew how to get in, even when the doors were locked.

I didn't enjoy my fifteen minute walk to school the way 
I normally would. I got to school and went to my locker 
and got out my notebook and my books for the first 
class of the day. I heard Jordan behind me as I was 
shutting my locker.

"Not good enough cunt!" she said in that nasty voice 
that I had already come to dread. "I warned you! You 
really are a stupid cunt aren't you?"

I could see people nearby, listening in astonishment to 
Jordan berating me. I turned slowly and said, "I'm 
sorry Jordan. This is my shortest dress. You didn't 
give me time to alter it."

"Not a problem," she said. "Follow me."

I followed her down the hall to the girl's room. The 
place was crowded and we had to wait for a stall. 
Finally, Jordan got tired of waiting and she ordered me 
to climb up onto the sink counter. 

I struggled up onto the counter to choruses of "What 
the fuck?" and "Hey! Watch what the hell your doing!"

Jordan reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of 
scissors and, right there in front of everyone, she 
trimmed nearly two inches from my skirt. I tried not to 
listen to their obscene comments and jokes. They could 
all see that I wasn't wearing underwear.

The few that knew me knew that this was totally out of 
character and kept trying to get me to explain. I could 
only shrug.

Jordan told them that she was working on improving my 
image.

The warning bell rang and I jumped down and grabbed my 
books and purse. I started for my first class but 
Jordan stopped me and said, "The next time I have to do 
it for you, it will be shorter, much shorter."

Then she rushed off to class.

I got to my first class just in time. I sat down 
carefully, trying to ignore the looks and comments from 
the boys nearby. I kept my purse in my lap during the 
entire period. I had to. If I didn't, the very top of 
the tight little crevice between my tightly clasped 
thighs was on display!

The bell finally rang for the next class and I 
struggled to get to my feet without putting on a show. 
It can be hard to get out of those damned student desks 
gracefully. And a lot of people were watching. I don't 
know how much they saw, but I saw a lot of bright 
smiling faces as I left the room.

I went to my locker and put my book away and got out 
the books for my next two classes, both of which are on 
the second floor. As I pulled the books out of my 
locker it occurred to me that I would have to climb the 
stairs in this dress. I could only imagine what I would 
look like from behind.

But it got worse. As I got to the foot of the stairs, 
Kevin appeared behind me. He was grinning and talking 
quietly to the boy he was with. As soon as I started up 
the stairs I heard Kevin. He was pointing out to 
everyone around that he could see the cheeks of my ass!

I could do nothing! I just bit my lip and kept walking. 
I couldn't even hurry; the steps in front of me were 
crowded with kids. As I moved up the stairs I felt 
something in back of me. Kevin was lifting the hem of 
my skirt even higher. The guys around him were going 
nuts and yelling and now everyone, it seemed like 
everyone in the damned school, was looking at my ass.

I even heard some of the girls egging him on! I didn't 
know how I could go on like this. I couldn't face these 
kids after this. It looked like I was going to have to 
quit school. 

I struggled to keep from crying and I rushed to my next 
class. Kevin left me alone at the top of the stairs and 
I struggled through the crowded hallway. But I wasn't 
left alone after Kevin took off. I felt other hands, 
lifting my skirt or sliding over the soft skin of my 
ass. 

This was already getting out of hand. I had thought 
that, with all of the teachers around, I would be more 
or less safe at school. It was obvious that wasn't the 
way it was working out. My skirt was far too short and 
now, everywhere I went, anonymous hands felt free to 
explore without fear of my reaction. For it had already 
been shown that I would not resist.

I struggled through my next two classes, forcing myself 
to concentrate and take notes. I was relieved when the 
next bell rang. I had study hall next period. I could 
relax for a few minutes and try to calm down.

I had to go back downstairs for study hall. Going 
downstairs wasn't as revealing, since I had a lot of 
kids in front of me and the people coming up the other 
way didn't really have an opportunity to see anything. 
Plus, Kevin wasn't around.

I hurried down the hall but Jordan appeared out of 
nowhere and pulled me into the girl's room again. I 
didn't know what more she could do to me. I started to 
panic when she brought her scissors out again. Surely 
she couldn't shorten this skirt anymore!

But that wasn't her intention. Instead, she cut off the 
top three buttons. She watched as the material fell 
away, and wasn't quite satisfied, so she cut off 
another button. 

I looked down and saw that there was enough cleavage on 
display now that it was obvious, if it hadn't been 
before, that I was not wearing a bra. 

Jordan stood back and smiled and said, "Beautiful, 
don't touch it." Then she left for her class. I finally 
made it to study hall and took my seat, carefully. I 
glanced up and saw Mr. Taylor staring at me, his mouth 
wide open. I glanced back down quickly and opened my 
notes and, as I normally did, I transcribed my notes 
from my first three classes so that they were legible 
and comprehensive. 

The bell rang for lunch and I went to my locker and got 
the books for my last two classes of the day. Then I 
went to my homeroom and sat down and opened a book and 
stared, unseeing, at the text. 

I was almost alone in the room. The teacher had gone to 
lunch in the teacher's lounge. There were a couple of 
girls in the corner talking quietly. There was another 
girl nearby, reading quietly. And me, staring blankly 
and thinking about all that had happened to me in less 
than twenty-four hours.

I had been sitting in my seat, trying to relax and 
forget about what was happening to me for nearly half 
an hour when I felt someone put their hands on my 
shoulders. I jumped, startled, but a whispered voice 
said, "Quiet, and don't move."

I sat still. I didn't recognize the voice. I didn't 
know if it was one of the guys from yesterday or not. I 
sat still as the boy slowly slid both of his hands into 
the gaping top of my dress and cradled my breasts 
gently. He just stood there, for a long time, just 
cupping my breasts and for that entire time I had my 
eyes closed. I could feel the heat from his hands 
radiating through my breasts, and straight to my pussy. 

When he finally started to move his hands his fingers 
grasped my nipples gently, but firmly, and he applied a 
gentle pressure. I swear to god I could feel it travel 
down and I felt the pressure on my clit as he squeezed. 
I don't have any idea how long this went on. I know 
that the warning bell sounded and my eyes opened and I 
saw the other solo girl in the room staring at us in 
amazement. 

I took a deep breath and closed my book and the hands 
withdrew. I stood up and turned around and saw that the 
hands on my breasts belonged to Eric, another of the 
school jocks and one of Kevin's friends. He smiled at 
me and left for his class.

I gathered my books and headed for my next class, 
Biology. On the way out I noticed the two girls that 
had been talking quietly in the corner when I came in. 
They, too, were staring at me in disbelief. There was 
nothing I could say. I turned and went to class.

I saw more disbelief on the face of Mr. Carson when I 
entered his class. He watched me walk to my seat and 
then he shook his head and went back to what he was 
doing. Jordan came in and sat down beside me again. I 
glanced at her, she was smiling and happy. She was 
really getting off on my suffering. The bitch!

I was asked to stay when class let out. I approached 
Mr. Carson's desk after the class had emptied and he 
looked at me and asked, "Miss. Kimble, is there 
anything you would like to tell me?"

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, but there was 
nothing that I could say. I just shook my head and 
turned and hurried from the room.

The next class was at least an interesting distraction 
from my problems. Mr. Edwards' class is always 
fascinating. And it always ends too soon.

At the last bell, I rose carefully from my seat. I 
started out the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder. 
I jumped, startled, and turned around. It was Mr. 
Edwards with a look of concern on his face.

The fact that he cared, and that he saw that something 
was wrong touched me. But still, I couldn't say 
anything. Nobody would believe me. I tried to smile at 
him, but I am sure that he saw the tears in my eyes as 
I hurried out.

I went to my locker and grabbed my backpack and hurried 
home. I dropped my backpack and went to the kitchen for 
a sandwich. I hadn't eaten anything today and my 
stomach was getting queasy. I made a sandwich and had a 
glass of ice water. 

When I had eaten I wrote another note out for Dad and 
left for Jordan's house. I thought about changing 
clothes, but she had already ruined this dress, so I 
figured I would wear this and maybe keep her from 
ruining something else too.

I arrived at her house at about 3:30 and knocked 
softly. The door was opened by Eric. He pulled me 
inside and put his arms around me and said, "I heard 
that I missed an interesting afternoon yesterday. I saw 
the pictures, but that just isn't the same, is it?"

I shook my head and waited for him to let me go. He 
finally released me and I went over to where Jordan was 
sitting. She looked up and smiled sweetly and said, "As 
soon as you're ready we can get started."

I looked around. There were more people today. The same 
ones that were here yesterday were here. In addition, 
Eric, Owen and Paige were here, all with excited looks 
on their faces.

I unfastened the remaining buttons on my dress and 
stepped out of it. Then I took the pad from Jordan and 
started asking her questions. The stupid bitch got more 
of them wrong than she had yesterday!

I went over them with her and she went back to studying 
while I was again tasked with entertaining the guys.

Kevin stood up and undressed and grabbed an afghan off 
of the end of the couch. He handed it to me and told me 
to open it up and spread it out in the middle of the 
floor.

I did as he instructed and then he helped me to lay 
down on it. I lay there, tense and scared as he 
stretched out beside me. He lay on his side facing me 
and started running his fingers over my body, gently, 
teasing me. 

Much to my dismay, it was having the desired effect. 
All yesterday afternoon I had felt nothing but fear and 
embarrassment. Today I noticed a difference. I was 
enjoying the attention he was paying to my body, 
although every time I looked up and saw his smug, 
arrogant expression it kind of killed the mood.

For a long time he traced my breasts, my nipples, then 
his fingers moved slowly down across my stomach to my 
tight, virgin slit. His touch was soft and erotic. I 
didn't want to feel those feelings he was causing, but 
I couldn't help it.

Just when I thought I could cope with the erotic 
sensations, Kevin dipped down and started teasing my 
nipple with his lips and tongue, first one, then the 
other, kissing and sucking and licking and even gently 
biting down on them. I could only close my eyes and 
track the electric shocks he was causing as they shot 
down those nerve pathways from my nipples, straight to 
my clit. I was pretty sure that if he were to insert 
his finger into my vagina this afternoon, it would not 
be dry.

Kevin began kissing his way down my stomach, over my 
flat belly, past where I used to keep my pubic hair, 
until his tongue began tracing lightly over my slit.

He had worked his body down as well and had insinuated 
it between my legs, spreading them widely. His tongue 
began working skillfully at my virgin pussy and the 
feelings were totally irresistible. I was putty in his 
hands now. Or perhaps, putty under his tongue?

As he worked at me with his tongue, his fingers 
continued to move lightly over my stomach and my thighs 
and I began to feel my hips lift and move of their own 
volition. I seemed to have no control over them. I was 
in the most horrible situation of my life, and I had 
never been more excited, or more aroused.

I had masturbated a few times. I did not do it often. I 
felt guilty when I did. And I suppose that I did not do 
it well, for I had never in my life experienced what I 
was experiencing now at Kevin's hands. I was reasonably 
sure that the next step would be for him to take my 
virginity. I am so very embarrassed to have to admit, I 
was ready. I wanted it. I had to bite my lip to keep 
from yelling at him to take me!

I felt my orgasm approaching. I was almost totally 
unaware of the camera now, and the large audience. As 
impossible as it seems, my entire focus was on my 
approaching orgasm. And when it came, it was wonderful!

I heard myself cry out and I was vaguely aware that I 
had wrapped my fingers in Kevin's hair and was holding 
his face tight to my body. But it wasn't until that 
waive of pure pleasure washed over me and I started to 
relax that I had the presence of mind to be 
embarrassed.

I released my grip on his hair and he looked up and 
smiled at me. Then he started kissing his way back up 
my stomach until he was over me and kissing my lips. 

I felt his cock throbbing against my stomach, touching 
occasionally on my wet slit and causing small shocks of 
pleasure to course through me. 

He stared down at me and when I looked up at him to see 
what he was waiting for he said, "Put it in. Take my 
cock in your hand and put the head of it in your hot 
cunt."

I obeyed without hesitation. I reached down and put my 
hand around his cock. It was amazing that it could be 
so hard, yet so soft at the same time. I felt the heat 
almost burning my hand as I guided him to me and lined 
him up.

I felt him enter me, slowly. Just a little at first. I 
felt my slit being spread and stretched open by his 
large cock. I felt him move a couple of inches of his 
cock in and out of me, slowly, teasingly. And I heard 
my animal cries for release. 

He continued that gentle motion, invading only the 
first couple of inches of my body with his hard cock. 
He stopped each time, just short of my hymen. I was 
going crazy. Finally I could stand it no more and I 
screamed at him, "GOD DAMN YOU, FUCK ME!!"

And he did. He dropped down, his entire weight behind 
his thrusting cock, and he tore me open. I screamed 
again, in pain this time. But he stopped, his hot, hard 
cock buried to the hilt in my body.

I had my arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him 
tight and I shivered as the wave of pain washed over me 
and then diminished. 

He bent down and kissed my lips, and I could almost 
taste the urgency in him. He waited for a moment, as my 
shock passed, and then he moved again, slowly, 
tentatively, as he judged my reaction. 

The first few movements were unpleasant. But even so, I 
was still highly aroused and I really needed him to 
fuck me. I felt the pain dying down and I started 
moving my hips up to meet him now. 

As I moved I was whispering, "Oh yeah, that's good. Now 
Kevin! It's okay. NOW! FUCK ME." At least I started out 
whispering, by the time I got to FUCK ME! I was yelling 
again.

I started having one orgasm after another, long before 
Kevin decided to join me. And I was having orgasms 
still as he finally filled my clasping pussy with my 
first load of male cum. 

He tensed up and put his head down and bit my shoulder, 
hard. And I loved it. He came, shivering, his cock 
throbbing in my no longer virgin channel, and then he 
rested over me on his arms for a moment with his eyes 
closed, breathing hard, almost panting.

I lay under him awash in a sea of sexual sensations, 
totally oblivious to what was going on around me. I was 
able to focus only on the incredible sensations my body 
was experiencing for the first time. 

Kevin finally pulled out of me and I continued to lay 
there with my eyes closed and my mind blank, until I 
felt someone else moving into position over me. 

I opened my eyes and saw Eric, smiling down at me. It 
was an evil little smile. He didn't talk to me, he 
didn't touch me, he didn't concern himself with how 
sore I might be, having just lost my virginity. All he 
cared about was that he missed out on using me 
yesterday; he was going to make up for it today. 

He moved his body around for a moment until he was 
lined up, and then he drove his cock into me violently. 
I groaned in pain, and he seemed to like the sound of 
it. He started stroking in and out of me, each stroke 
as violent as the last. Thankfully he was not much more 
blessed with stamina than chuck had been yesterday. He 
came very quickly, and very loudly, and alone. I didn't 
feel a thing. Or at least I didn't feel anything good.

After he had gotten his breath, Eric got up on his 
knees and straddled my body. He walked up on his knees 
until his soft cock was dangling at my lips. I saw the 
camera, less than two feet away as he made me open my 
mouth and suck his slimy cock clean. I gagged a little, 
but it didn't bother him in the least.

He slid his cock in and out of my mouth several times 
after I had sucked him clean. Then he said, "Once I get 
a little rest I want that blowjob I missed out on 
yesterday, cunt."

Are all jocks pricks?

I lay flat on my back after Eric got up. I felt the hot 
cum of two boys flowing out of my sore pussy. I knew 
that I still had four boys to go. 

Someone threw me a towel and I used it to wipe my messy 
crotch with. Then I set it aside, I knew I would need 
it again soon.

Owen, the other boy that had missed out on the fun 
yesterday was standing over me looking down now. He was 
naked already and he stood over me, an arrogant look on 
his face, and he used his toe to manipulate my sore 
pussy. 

He dropped to his knees between my legs. He lifted my 
legs and spread them and looked at my red, swollen 
pussy, and pronounced, "Looks like she might be able to 
handle one more."

Then he looked me in the eye and said, "How about it 
cunt, you got one more fuck left in you?"

I just lay there staring up at him. I didn't say 
anything, but I'm pretty sure he must have seen the 
expression of revulsion in my face. But if he cared at 
all it just made it that much more pleasant for him.

He pushed my legs up and forced them down against my 
breasts. I felt my pussy open up and I really felt like 
I was on display now. I saw that Eric had the camera 
now and he came in for a close-up of Owen slowly 
driving his hard cock into me.

It seemed to hurt more in this position. That's 
probably why he did it. The prick! I stared up at him 
as he fucked me every bit as violently as Eric had. And 
just like with Eric, I felt nothing but pain and 
discomfort.

He also made me clean him with my mouth, just like Eric 
had. 

Chuck, Gary and Bryan followed in rapid succession. I 
was pretty much just a limp dishrag for Chuck and Gary. 
Things started to pick up when Bryan fucked me with his 
fat cock. Even as sore as I was, if he had lasted a 
little longer I might have cum again. But he didn't. 

After all of the boys had fucked me, Jordan asked me if 
I was using birth control. I shook my head and said, "I 
didn't need to. I wasn't fucking anyone, and didn't 
plan to."

That seemed to make the guys nervous. Jordan said, 
"I'll take you to the clinic tomorrow and get you on 
the pill."

Then she told the guys that she needed to study for 
real and chased the guys out of the house.

I went over the test with her again and she did a 
little better this time, but she still was guessing 
more than anything else. I started all over with the 
things she didn't get, trying to make her understand. I 
seemed to be making progress when Paige said, "Jordan, 
it's after five."

Jordan looked over at Paige and said distractedly, 
"Yeah, alright. Go ahead. I'll read over this some 
more."

I was sitting on the coffee table in front of Jordan 
when this exchange took place. Paige stood up and slid 
her panties down and pulled her skirt up to her waist. 
She smiled at me and beckoned me closer with her 
finger.

I realized instantly what she had in mind and I froze. 
The smile was leaving her face and she said, "Got damn 
it, cunt, get over here and get on your knees, now!"

I started to shake my head when out of nowhere I felt a 
stinging slap to my face. I gasped in pain and turned 
to look at Jordan. 

"Don't you ever say no to my friends, you stupid cunt! 
You are so fucking stupid! I can't believe you are an 
'A' student! Don't stare at me like that! Get down on 
your god damn knees like Paige told you!"

I looked back at Paige and saw that the smile was back 
on her face. I saw Kelly sitting nearby with a look of 
awe on her face. I saw Jordan look up from her pad and 
I knew that I couldn't put it off any longer. I dropped 
to my knees and moved the short distance to where Paige 
sat with her legs spread wide.

I looked at her obviously wet pussy and then up at her 
face. I said, "I have never done this, I don't know 
what to do."

Paige got a look of exasperation on her face and said, 
"You really are a stupid cunt, aren't you? Just do what 
Kevin did to you! Now get busy."

I moved cautiously between her thighs. I noticed 
instantly the smell of her arousal. I noticed that it 
was different than the smell of the boys. It wasn't 
unpleasant; it was just the idea of what I was being 
ordered to do that was repugnant.

I finally steeled myself and began kissing her, kissing 
her stomach and her thighs, circling all around her 
pubic area. Then I started licking that same area, 
until there was no place else to go. 

I kissed her pussy lightly. She was very wet and I 
paused to lick my lips and taste her juices. I was 
relieved to find that it wasn't at all unpleasant. It 
was easier on the palette than the boy's cum that I had 
been forced to swallow these last two afternoons.

I began kissing her more enthusiastically, and then I 
started licking her slit. I licked all around, scooping 
up her juices and digging my tongue into her for more. 
I may not have known what I was doing, but she was 
certainly enjoying it. She came twice before I even 
started paying attention to her clit. 

That was when it started to get painful for me. Paige 
grabbed my hair and started pulling and thrusting her 
hips up and screaming loudly. I was sucking and licking 
her clit and the juices were simply pouring out of her. 

She finally couldn't take anymore and pushed me away. I 
rested between her legs for a moment and then started 
to move away. She stopped me before I could get up and 
instructed me to clean her just like I did for the 
boys, but to avoid her clit which was very sensitive.

So I licked up the juices that had run out of her and 
then she pushed me away again. I sat up on my heels and 
looked over to see Jordan watching in fascination. When 
I looked up she just shook her head and went back to 
studying for her exam.

I was finally allowed to dress and go home. But before 
I left I was reminded to check my email and Jordan 
suggested I prepare something to wear to school 
tomorrow. Her last words as I was leaving, though, were 
what sent shivers down my spine. 

"Tell your Dad you are going to stay over at my house 
tomorrow night. And bitch, you better pray I pull a 'B' 
on this fucking test tomorrow, or it will be the worst 
fucking night of your god damn life!"

"Oh," she said, "all you need to bring is a toothbrush 
and the dress you wear to school tomorrow."

I got home and walked into my house. I was terrified 
that my father would see me like this. But he was in 
the garage and didn't even know I was home until I had 
washed my face and my crotch and put on some shorts and 
a t-shirt.

I came back out and asked him if he wanted anything in 
particular for supper. He didn't, so I made a quick 
supper and we ate another quiet meal. He kept asking me 
how I was getting along with Jordan and I had to make 
things up. Which reminded me, and I asked him if I 
could stay at her house tomorrow night. I wanted him to 
say no, but I knew that if he did I would have to use 
my feminine wiles on him, so I guess I was relieved 
when he said sure. He even seemed happy that I was 
making a good friend, if he only knew.

I still had my homework to do, so I cleaned up the 
kitchen and went to my room. I didn't have much though, 
and it didn't take long. I had papers due in English 
Literature and History, but they weren't due for 
another week, and they were both already done and had 
been checked by Dad. 

I finished my homework and then, as I was getting ready 
for bed I eyed my computer nervously. I finally gave in 
to the curiosity and turned the monitor on and checked 
my email. 

On a busy day I may get three emails. I had two dozen 
today. Some of them were very large. As soon as they 
were downloaded I started opening them. They started 
out just like yesterday, with my strip show. But a lot 
of them were of me with Kevin, and they brought back 
some exciting memories.

Some of them were one large picture; some of them were 
as many as a half a dozen smaller pictures. Two of them 
were movies. It disturbed me to realize that, when I 
had finished viewing everything, I was really turned 
on. 

I couldn't believe it! I had just been gang raped, and 
the pictures of it were turning me on! I wasn't happy 
with what I was becoming. 

I was just about to get in bed when I remembered that I 
needed to pick out something to wear tomorrow. I 
thought I might save myself some wear and tear on my 
clothing if I wore a skirt and when I got to school I 
could roll it up to a compromise length, somewhere 
between what I had started out with yesterday and what 
I had ended up with after Jordan had taken her scissors 
to my dress.

I picked out a nice, Kelly green miniskirt and a blouse 
that was substantial enough to disguise the fact that I 
was not wearing a bra. Then I went to bed.

I got up on time the next morning and managed to take a 
shower before my dad left for work. He tapped at my 
door while I was dressing and said that he would see me 
tomorrow. I had already wiped the memory of my 
impending sleepover out of my mind. I shuddered at the 
thought, but tried to put a smile in my voice and said 
goodbye to my Dad. 

I had a light breakfast, water and yogurt. Then I 
watched the clock until it was time to leave. I used to 
go in early and talk to people and go to my homeroom 
and sit around and get ready for class. Now I delayed 
arrival until the last possible moment.

When the clock indicated that it was that 'last 
possible moment', I left the house and walked to 
school. I paused at the entrance to the school grounds 
and, as discretely as possible, I rolled the waistband 
of my skirt up several inches. It wasn't as short as 
what I had ended up with yesterday, but it was as short 
as I was willing to make it on my own.

As I walked toward the school I saw people around me 
watching and obviously talking about me. I guess word 
about my dress yesterday had spread. Either that, or 
word about what was happening to me after school was 
getting out. 

I tried to ignore it and I walked quickly to my locker. 
I got out the book for my first class and as I shut my 
locker I could almost feel Jordan standing behind me. I 
just knew she was there. It was like I had developed 
Jordan radar lately. I turned around slowly and waited 
for her to comment. 

She looked me over and said, "The skirt is a little 
long, but I'll let it go. I don't care for the granny 
blouse though.

She reached into her purse and handed me her scissors. 
"Give me two buttons," she said, "then let me see."

I sighed and put my books between my legs and held them 
tight. I took the scissors and cut off the two buttons 
she asked for. One of them, the second one, was below 
the level of my breasts. 

She reached up and puffed up my collar, spreading my 
blouse open, much to the amusement of the handful of 
guys standing around watching in disbelief.

I looked down and saw that the amount of cleavage was 
about the same as yesterday. Not that it mattered. I 
wouldn't have been able to complain if my nipples were 
on display.

I had to let her humiliate me in any way that amused 
her. The alternative was just not to be considered. I 
couldn't let them get my Dad in trouble.

Jordan went off down the hall and I checked to make 
sure that I had locked my locker and headed for my 
first class. As I moved down the packed hall I 
frequently felt hands groping my ass, some reaching 
down below my hemline and moving up to touch my bare 
flesh. I ignored them and walked as fast as the crowd 
in front of me would allow.

Except for all of the groping, the day seemed to go a 
little smoother than yesterday. I didn't have Kevin 
baring my ass on the stairs. And Eric didn't grope my 
breasts in front of the people in homeroom at lunch 
time.

After Biology class, as I was getting ready to leave, 
Jordan whispered, "Wait for me after school."

I went to my History class and then, when it was over, 
I got my backpack and waited out on the front steps. 
Kevin was waiting too. He sat down near me and put his 
hand on my bare thigh. While we were waiting Bryan came 
out and joined us and groped my other thigh. As they 
molested me they pulled my legs apart, displaying my 
pussy to the few remaining students who bothered to 
turn around for a second look at my legs on their way 
out of the school. More than one of them nearly went 
for a hard fall as they realized that they were looking 
at my naked, hairless pussy.

Jordan finally came out in about forty minutes. She was 
smiling and she hugged Kevin and turned to me and said, 
"You are one lucky bitch! I'm almost disappointed. I 
had some fun things planned for you if I didn't get a 
'B'.

She led and we followed to Kevin's car. I had forgotten 
that I was going to go to a clinic for birth control 
pills today. The car pulled up in the parking lot and 
Jordan said, "Come on, get out slut."

I got out but I said to Jordan, "Jordan, I don't know 
what to say to them. This is too embarrassing."

"Don't worry about it," she said, "I have it covered."

We went inside and approached the desk. Jordan asked to 
see a Mr. Irving and, after a short wait, we were 
called up and let to his office. We entered and the 
nurse shut the door. 

The young man behind the desk stood up and said, "Hey 
Jordan. How's it going?"

"Not so bad," she said. "This is Sara, the girl Kevin 
told you about."

Jordan ordered me to stand up and Mr. Irving looked at 
me and said, "Very nice."

Then he asked me, "You're only sixteen?"

I nodded.

Apparently those were the magic words. Jordan ordered 
me to take my clothes off and in thirty seconds I was 
on my knees sucking this guy's cock. He lasted only 
slightly longer than the teenage boys who had been my 
only experience so far. In only ten minutes or so he 
tensed up and grabbed my head and filled my mouth with 
cum.

I was allowed to stand and, after he handed Jordan my 
new prescription for birth control pills, I was told to 
dress and we left.

We got back in Kevin's car and he drove straight to 
Jordan's house. The whole process had taken only 
fifteen minutes. I wondered what time Jordan's parents 
came home from work. I was expecting to be molested and 
abused until then. It was still pretty early, only a 
few minutes after four.

Once we had gone inside and, at Jordan's insistence I 
had undressed, I asked her why I had to keep coming to 
her house. She had gotten her 'B'; there was nothing 
else that I could do for her now.

"Why, don't be silly Sara, you can amuse me!" she said. 
"I have really enjoyed your company over the last few 
days. I know that it didn't seem like I was paying much 
attention. I was though. I was enjoying it very much. I 
never realized how exciting it could be to own 
someone."

"Now," she continued, "while I go get out of these 
school clothes, why don't you give Kevin one of your 
special after school blowjobs."

Kevin saved me the trouble of struggling with his 
jeans. He slipped his jeans and shorts off and sat down 
with his legs spread and just waited patiently.

I took the few steps to stand in front of him and then 
I dropped to my knees. I still vividly remembered the 
last time I had sucked his cock. It had been my first 
time. I followed his instructions from the first time 
and soon his cock was rock hard and my head was 
bouncing up and down in his lap. 

But this time he wanted more. This time, as he guided 
my head up and down his shaft, he started talking to me 
in that calm, arrogant, in-charge voice he uses on me. 
"It's time to try something new again, Sara. That first 
blowjob was pretty good, for a first blowjob. But you 
have gotten a lot of practice now and it is time to add 
to your repertoire. I want you to try something on your 
down strokes. I am going to start applying a little 
pressure and you swallow and let's see if you can get 
that hard cock of mine down your throat. I'm not that 
big, you should be able to handle me."

Easy for him to say! I was scared, but I had long since 
given up resisting anything these people told me to do. 
I always lost. As long as they had that hold over me I 
would always lose.

I started trying to swallow as I moved my mouth down 
over his cock. That is harder than it sounds. It is 
difficult to swallow when you can't close your jaw. Try 
it!

But I made the effort and it actually seemed to affect 
my gag reflex. I was taking his cock all the way into 
the back of my mouth now without gagging. But I could 
not quite get those last few inches. I couldn't force 
his cock into my throat.

He saw that I wasn't going to be able to do it. So, 
gentleman that he is, he gave me a helping hand. On my 
next down stroke he pulled on my head, suddenly, 
forcing my mouth all the way down on his cock. 

I panicked at first but he yelled at me. "You can 
breathe, relax, you stupid cunt. Breathe through your 
nose."

I stopped fighting him and when I calmed down I 
realized that I wasn't going to die. It hurt though. It 
hurt a lot.

I got used to having his swollen cock in my throat and 
he told me to start doing that on every down stroke. 

I didn't think I could, but I tried again. The first 
time I couldn't. It still wouldn't go. But he helped me 
again on the next stroke and it went, and soon I was 
doing it on my own. I didn't like it. It hurt. But he 
must have liked it. He must have liked it a lot, 
because soon he grabbed my head and held on and shot 
his cum right down my throat.

I realized that if I could get over the pain there was 
a definite advantage to doing it this way. I didn't 
taste a thing!

I finally pulled my head away and sat up. I looked 
right up into the lens of the movie camera. Bryan and 
Chuck had come in and I had been so wrapped up in 
giving Kevin his blowjob that I hadn't even heard them.

They were both amazed at my newfound skill, and anxious 
to try me out. Fortunately I got to take Chuck first. I 
was definitely not looking forward to doing this with 
Bryan's big, fat cock.

Chuck slipped his pants off and sat down on the sofa. I 
edged over between his legs and soon I was providing 
him with the same service that I had just given Kevin. 
His cock was slightly smaller, but my throat was sore, 
so the difficulty factor was about the same.

Chuck still was not big on self control and didn't last 
very long at all. As soon as I sat up and swallowed the 
first couple of spurts of cum which had gone into my 
mouth instead of my throat, Bryan handed Chuck the 
camera and I went to work again.

It was noticeably more difficult with Bryan. And when I 
had finally managed to force his thicker cock painfully 
down into my throat it was more difficult to breath. 
But the actual process of taking it down my throat was 
getting easier. And even though my throat hurt, I 
preferred having the boy's cum go straight down without 
having to taste it.

When I had finished servicing the three boys, Jordan, 
who had been watching in fascination, said, "Guys, we 
need to get this cunt some new clothes. But I don't see 
any sense in spending any money on her skanky ass. So I 
was thinking, we should have her make some money for 
us, say $100, tonight, and tomorrow we can take her to 
Goodwill and buy her some outfits more appropriate to 
her present position in society. What do you think?"

The guys thought that was an interesting idea. But they 
wanted to know how I was going to earn $100 tonight. I 
did too.

Jordan smiled and said, "I was thinking we could take 
her over to that strip club on Madison in Bryan's van. 
Catch a half dozen guys coming out of the club horny 
and sell them a piece of her ass, or one of her new 
special blowjobs."

I felt the blood drain from my face and I squealed, 
"Jordan! Please, I'm doing everything you tell me to 
do. Please, god don't do that, I'm begging you!"

Jordan smiled and said, "Don't be silly, Sara. It isn't 
anything that you haven't already done. And don't 
worry; you won't have to do any of the sales work. 
We'll take care of the hard part. All you have to do is 
put out. Okay?"

"Jordan, please, no!!" I begged. But I already knew 
that it was going to happen. 

The boys had all gotten dressed again and we were all 
sitting around, with me the only one in the room naked. 
Kelly showed up a little after five and when she heard 
about the plans for the evening she thought it sounded 
exciting. 

I got a big shock at six when Jordan's parents came 
home. I heard a loud noise out front and then it got 
quiet. Everyone in the room was staring at me as if 
they were waiting for me to do something. I had a bad 
feeling about this.

The front door opened and in came a biker and a biker 
chick. They were dressed the part too. Jordan got up 
and went over and gave them a both a hug and then 
ordered me to stand up and come over and meet them.

Jordan introduced me proudly to her parents! They both 
looked me over and Jordan's father explored my body 
briefly with one rough hand. Neither one spoke to me 
directly. They seemed quite proud of Jordan though, and 
thought she had great taste in slaves.

I was so shocked that I couldn't speak. 

Jordan's mother went into the kitchen to start supper 
and her father stayed in the living room and asked 
Jordan what her plans for me were. She told them about 
her plans for tonight, selling my ass to buy some 
slutty new clothes.

He obviously approved. 

And when Jordan boasted to him that I had just learned 
to deepthroat he asked if he could try me out.

She hugged him and said, "Sure daddy! You can use her 
skanky ass any time you want!"

I thought I was shocked before. Mr. Stewart stood up 
and dropped his pants, right there in front of his 
daughter and everybody. Then he sat back down. I had a 
bad feeling about this. His soft cock was significantly 
larger than any of the other three I had forced down my 
throat so far.

Mrs. Stewart came back into the room and watched, 
smiling, as I forced myself to kneel between Mr. 
Stewart's thighs. Besides the size of his organ I 
noticed one other difference right away. I didn't know 
what he did for a living, but it was obviously a job 
that involved manual labor. I could smell the sweat 
from a day's work on him. 

I groaned in despair as I reached out and started 
stimulating him with my hand for a moment, giving him a 
chance to air out. Then, with everyone watching 
eagerly, I lowered my lips to his balls and started 
licking. 

I licked and sucked his balls clean, and then I licked 
my way up the shaft of his quickly hardening cock. It 
was nearly erect now, and it was scary. It was at least 
eight inches long and much thicker than even Bryan's 
cock.

I fit it into my mouth and started working my tongue 
along the underside as I dipped down and started taking 
him into my mouth a little at a time. I took it a 
little deeper with each stroke. I was pretty sure that 
I could do it, but I knew it was going to hurt. And I 
knew that I would not be able to breathe with that 
thing in my throat, like I could with Kevin.

He watched me working more and more of his cock into my 
mouth and Mrs. Stewart came over and knelt on the floor 
beside his chair and leaned on the arm of the chair and 
stared in amazement as I started taking his cock down 
my throat. 

I was right. It was painful. But at least he wasn't 
forcing me and I could time the strokes and my breaths. 

He began to caress my face and my hair and he was 
really getting into it. Mrs. Stewart reached down and 
put one of my hands on his balls and said, "Tickle 
them, he likes that."

Yeah, thanks for the help, bitch! But I did as she 
instructed and I guess it was to my benefit. He started 
moaning and he tensed up and pulled my head down tight 
into his crotch and I felt his cock throb as he sprayed 
his cum down my throat.

I was desperate for air by the time he finally let me 
go. I backed off and sat up on my heels and gasped for 
air. He looked at me, once he had gotten his breath and 
calmed down, and he said, "Girl, that was just about 
the best blowjob I ever had! How long has a cute little 
thing like you been sucking cock?"

I managed to croak out, "Since Wednesday. I was a 
virgin until Wednesday."

I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't that he 
would look at Jordan with a look of pride in his eyes 
and tell her what a good girl she was.

Mrs. Stewart stood up and asked Jordan if I had eaten 
her pussy yet. 

Jordan said, "No, I'm not really into that with girls. 
But she ate out Paige yesterday and Paige said she did 
a good job."

Jordan's mother said, "Oh honey, don't knock it if you 
haven't tried it. Since she is staying over tonight, 
you should give her a chance. Having another girl 
between your thighs is a pretty pleasant experience. I 
know you would enjoy it."

Jordan looked like she was thinking it over, and then 
she said, "OK Mom, I'll think about it. And any time 
you want to use her, feel free."


Mrs. Stewart smiled and said, "Thanks hon."

Jordan offered to show her Dad the movies of me that 
they had made the last two days. So that was what we 
did for the next half hour, until supper was ready. 
Then there was a pause while the Stewarts filled their 
plates and came back to the living room and sat down 
and they ate their evening meal while they watched me 
being taught to suck cocks for the first time and then 
getting fucked for the first time. 

By the time supper was over, all of the guys wanted to 
fuck me. But Jordan told them they would have to wait. 
She wanted me nice and fresh for the drunk, horny old 
men that she was going to sell me to at the strip club.

We waited until eight o'clock to leave. But Kevin and 
Jordan couldn't wait, so they went back to her bedroom 
and made love before we left. 

I could just imagine my father's reaction if I tried 
doing that at my house! Jordan has some strange home 
life!

A couple of the guys tried to talk Kelly into doing 
something, but she just smiled and said, "Yeah, you 
wish!"

Jordan came out and got me and pulled me back to her 
very messy bedroom before we left. She went through her 
clothes and made me put on a micro miniskirt and a tiny 
crop top that said, "All Aboard!" across the front.

When I was more or less dressed I was dragged back 
through the living room. I managed to slow her down 
long enough to slip my shoes back on, and then all six 
of us went out and piled into Bryan's van and he took 
off.

I ended up sitting with Chuck on the rear seat. He 
guided my hand to his cock, still safely tucked away in 
his pants, and then he put his arm around me and pulled 
my top up over my tits and played with them all the way 
to our destination.

Bryan parked not far from the door of the strip club. 
He climbed into the back and folded the seat that Chuck 
and I had been sitting on down into a bed. He covered 
it with an old blanket and said to Jordan, "Okay, 
ready."

I wasn't ready! I was scared to death.

We all got out of the van and stood in the light, not 
far from the door. I was ordered to stand by myself 
near the van. 

It wasn't long before someone came out of the club. I 
watched in horror as Jordan talked quietly to the man 
and pointed me out. They talked for a few minutes and 
Jordan led him over to me and lifted my top up to my 
neck. Then she lifted my skirt up to my waist.

I stood there, totally exposed before yet another 
stranger, in a public parking lot, and listened as 
Jordan sold me to him for sex.

He handed Jordan some money and I was ordered to finish 
undressing before taking him into the van and sucking 
his cock.

I handed Jordan my top and my skirt and then I opened 
the van door and climbed in. The stranger's hands were 
holding tightly onto my ass as he followed me inside.

He stood by the bed in the back and dropped his pants 
and his underwear. It didn't look like it would be so 
bad. His cock was no bigger than Kevin's, and he was 
not nearly as sweaty and smelly as Mr. Stewart had 
been.

The man sat down on the seat and leaned back on his 
elbows and watched. 

I moved between his legs and started kissing and 
licking. It seemed to take him a very long time to get 
hard. And then, even with my best deepthroat, it took 
him a very long time to cum. But finally it was over 
and he sat up and then got to his feet and pulled his 
pants back up. I followed him back outside, but this 
time Jordan didn't let me dress. 

She asked me what the hell took me so long. I didn't 
know what to say but Bryan explained that alcohol can 
make guys take a long time to reach orgasm. 

Great, just what I needed!

It wasn't long before the door opened again and two men 
came out this time. These guys were younger, early 
twenties, and they were only a little drunk. They let 
Jordan give them the sales pitch, and all the time they 
were all over me with their rough hands. 

They kept mauling my breasts and fingering my pussy and 
even sticking a finger up my ass until they finally had 
to admit to Jordan that they were broke.

Jordan swore at them and they laughed all the way to 
their cars.

Not long after, another man came out. He was older, 
perhaps early fifties. He was wearing a suit, and 
didn't seem as drunk as the others had been. He 
listened to Jordan's sales pitch for a few minutes and 
looked me over closely. 

He made Jordan a counter offer. He would give her $200 
if we would give him a ride to his hotel room and let 
him have me in his room for two hours.

Jordan didn't even think about it! "Done!" she 
exclaimed.

We all piled into the van and Bryan drove us to the 
hotel. This time I was sitting in back, naked, with my 
new customer. He was looking me over closely, but 
surprisingly, he didn't touch me.

Bryan parked the van right in front of the room and, 
after looking around to make sure that no one was 
around, I was led naked to the man's room.

I sat on the bed and while he slowly undressed he asked 
me about myself. He wanted to know my name, and I was 
dumb enough to tell him my real name. And my real age, 
which really put a light in his eyes.

He was slightly overweight, but not fat. He looked like 
he had once been very muscular, but didn't exercise any 
longer. His cock was nearly as large as Mr. Stewart's 
had been. 

He stretched out on his side on the bed and he pulled 
me down beside him. He explored my body with his hands 
while he kissed me, gently at first, a nice kiss, or at 
least it would have been if he were not forty years too 
old! 

Soon the kiss was getting more passionate and the hands 
more invasive. I was surprised when I realized that my 
pussy was wet. When he worked his fingers into my pussy 
they slid in easily, and I realized that I was starting 
to enjoy these feelings. I hated this situation, but 
still, being forced to be naked in front of people, 
lots of people, and being forced to submit to strange 
men, to let them have access to the most intimate part 
of my body, it was starting to get to me. I guess 
Jordan was starting to warp my brain.

As we kissed I reached down and began playing with his 
now hard cock. He groaned as I gripped it and then he 
rolled over onto his back and asked me to suck it for 
him. 

I got up on my knees and did my new trick, and he 
really liked it. He groaned in pleasure and said, "Holy 
shit, baby, I was just going to let you suck it for a 
few minutes, but damn that feels good! Go ahead, 
darling, go for it!"

I reached my fingers up the way Mrs. Steward had shown 
me and I tickled his balls while I took the stranger's 
cock down my throat. He was getting louder and his body 
was tossing around so much I was having trouble 
following his cock around with my mouth. 

But finally he tensed up and grabbed my head and shot 
his hot cum down my throat. He relaxed his grip on my 
head after a moment and I got a chance to rest for a 
few minutes.

I pulled back and got some air, but left the tip of his 
cock in my mouth and licked up the last few drops of 
cum.

I knew that he still had the use of my body for another 
hour and a half, so I just waited for whatever he would 
order me to do next. 

It turned out to be something that I wasn't prepared 
for. Something I never even considered. He rolled over 
onto his stomach and ordered me to lick my tongue up 
and down the crack of his ass!

I'm sorry, but I had never even heard of anyone doing 
this to someone else. It just sounded so gross! But he 
had paid Jordan for me and I had to do what I was told. 
I knelt between his legs and stared at his butt for a 
moment, trying to work up the nerve. 

He must have gotten impatient though, because he 
started giving me instructions. He ordered me to place 
my hands on the cheeks of his ass and spread them. Then 
I was ordered to stick out my tongue and lick the 
entire crack of his ass from bottom to top, and then 
lick back down. 

I repeated this several times and then he ordered me to 
concentrate on his asshole. He ordered me to lick it 
and then stiffen my tongue and fuck him with it.

It was horrible. I mean, he was clean and all, but 
still, it was the grossest thing I could ever imagine. 
But I managed to do it well enough to satisfy him. He 
must have really liked it because, after I had done it 
for so long that my jaw hurt he turned over and made me 
take his cock back into my mouth again.

But he only wanted a few minutes of that before he 
pulled me up and crawled over me and ordered me to 
guide his cock to my pussy.

I lined the head of his cock up with my surprisingly 
wet hole and felt him enter me slowly. I was really 
enjoying it too. He didn't just plunge in and out like 
the boys did. He had this little move he made every 
time he buried his cock in me that stimulated my clit 
and I was embarrassed to find myself on the verge of an 
orgasm in no time at all!

I bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming and 
somehow I found my arms wrapped around his back and my 
legs wrapped around his legs, and I was humping back at 
him like a sex crazed nympho! 

It felt so fucking good. And he lasted so long. I came 
three more times before he finally shot my pussy full 
of cum and collapsed on top of me.

He rolled off of me and I turned on my side and kissed 
him and thanked him. Then we talked quietly for a 
while.

Before I left he let me clean up in his bathroom, then 
I offered to suck him off again, but he smiled and said 
that it had been years since he had come twice in one 
night. It was highly unlikely that he could do it three 
times.

Just before I left he pulled a $100 bill out of his 
wallet and tried to tip me. I smiled at him; it was 
really quite a compliment, if you think about it. I 
thanked him but I explained that I wouldn't be allowed 
to keep it. It was probably the first time a hooker had 
turned down a large tip and he was really surprised.

I kissed him goodbye and he checked to see that the 
coast was clear. I ran out to the van and got in and we 
drove off. I hoped that they were satisfied. I had made 
over $200 tonight. I didn't know how much the first guy 
had paid them for the blowjob. I was relieved when 
Bryan drove us back to Jordan's house. I had to tell 
them everything that I had done while Bryan drove us 
home. Chuck was eagerly exploring my body and now his 
fingers felt pretty good as they moved in and out of 
me.

We all went inside and I had to service the boys again. 
But they did it differently this time. In the past, 
when they raped me, it had always been one at a time. 
This time I was put on my hands and knees and Kevin 
took me from behind while I sucked Chuck off and Bryan 
had the camera going again.

After chuck came in my mouth, Kevin came in my pussy 
and made me clean him with my tongue. Then Chuck took 
the camera from Bryan and I was forced to suck Bryan 
off. 

Chuck had just started filming when Mr. Stewart came 
out to see what was going on. He asked, "I see an open 
hole there, does anyone mind if I plug it?"

Jordan laughed and said, "Oh Dad, I told you! Any time 
you want her skanky ass you are welcome to it."

Mr. Stewart knelt between my feet and I felt him 
rubbing his still soft cock up and down the crack of my 
ass. I could feel it getting harder, but I was forced 
to concentrate more on taking Bryan's fat cock down my 
throat. 

Still, when I felt Mr. Stewart's large cock sliding 
slowly into my wet pussy it felt pretty damned good. 

I shuddered with pleasure and groaned around Bryan's 
cock, which he really liked. I had already had three or 
four orgasms this evening, much to my dismay. I was 
quickly building to yet another. And it felt like it 
was going to be a big one!

Soon I was losing concentration. Bryan was fucking my 
face now; I no longer had to work to take him down my 
throat. That left me free to enjoy the overpowering 
sensations I was receiving when Mr. Stewart pounded his 
large cock into me from behind. 

To make things even nicer, Kevin reached under me and 
started fingering my clit. That was all it took. I 
started screaming around Bryan's cock and cumming 
violently. 

That set Bryan off and I had quickly swallowed all of 
his cum. Then I was free to concentrate on the large 
cock that was fucking me violently and the fingers that 
were making it that much hotter. I started to cum 
again, only this time there was no cock in my mouth and 
I screamed out loud. 

I was aware of everyone standing around watching and 
enjoying the show, and that made it just that much 
hotter for me. I felt Jordan's father grip my butt and 
slam into me several more times with all of his 
strength and I felt him tense up and fill me with 
another load of hot cum.

He stayed there, inside me, until he was soft. I wanted 
to collapse to the floor. I had no strength left. But 
he held me up and when he finally slid his soft, wet 
cock out of me he pulled me around and made me clean 
him. He was a mess too. His cock and his balls and his 
thighs were all covered in cum and my juices. It took 
me several minutes to clean it all up.

Mr. Stewart watched me work on his slimy crotch and 
when he was satisfied he kissed Jordan and thanked her 
and went back to bed.

The boys left soon after, and Jordan, Kelly and I went 
to Jordan's bedroom. I stopped in the bathroom on the 
way and let all of the accumulated cum drain out of me 
and then cleaned myself up.

At first, not much happened. Jordan and Kelly were 
talking between themselves. I was just a piece of 
property, after all.

I could hear them though. Jordan asked Kelly if she had 
ever done anything with another girl. Neither of them 
had. But Jordan's mother had recommended it highly, and 
they were both pretty turned on after the events of the 
evening. They apparently decided to give it a try. 

It was obvious that they were both embarrassed about 
doing it in front of the other, but finally Jordan 
undressed and stretched out on her bed with her legs 
spread wide and called me over.

It would not be my first pussy, of course. I had been 
forced to eat Paige yesterday. And I have decided that 
it wasn't all that bad. So I wasn't looking forward to 
it, but I wasn't all that put out either.

I knew what she wanted in the broadest sense, of 
course, but I didn't know what exactly she wanted. Did 
she want to be kissed and touched, a little foreplay 
first, or did she just want me to eat her pussy?

I moved over to the foot of the bed and Jordan just 
waited for me to do something. So, I chose the course 
that seemed easiest to me. Eat her pussy. Get it over 
with quickly. And that seemed to be just what she 
wanted. 

I licked all around her pussy, taking my time and doing 
it right. It was obvious that she was very turned on. 
Her pussy was red and swollen and there was a very 
distinct aroma of sexual arousal. It wasn't unpleasant 
at all.

I was all too aware that I was the sex slave here, but 
I was getting a real sense of power, watching her 
reactions to my tongue and lips. She was really 
enjoying it, starting to lose control quickly, in fact.

I started burrowing my tongue into her very wet pussy 
and when it seemed like she couldn't take it any more I 
concentrated on her clit, licking and sucking it and 
burying two of my fingers in her hot, steamy pussy.

When she started cumming she clamped her legs down on 
me and grabbed my hair and pulled. Hard! I found myself 
screaming in pain, right into her cumming pussy, until 
she finally let go of my hair.

I finally removed my fingers from her pussy and raised 
my head and waited to see what was next.

Jordan lay panting on the bed for several minutes 
before she finally sat up, unsteadily, and looked at 
Kelly. She seemed a little uncomfortable; embarrassed 
that she had had such a great orgasm at the hands, and 
lips, of another girl.

She said to Kelly, "Not bad, do you want to try it?"

Kelly smiled and said, "It looked a hell of a lot 
better than not bad. Hell yes I want to try it!"

Jordan got to her feet and moved over to sit down in 
the chair that Kelly had occupied. Kelly came over and 
sat down on the bed. She looked at me and asked, 
"Yesterday, when you did this with Paige, was that 
really your first time?"

I nodded.

"Do you like it? Do you enjoy eating a girl's pussy?" 
she asked.

"It isn't as bad as I thought it would be," I answered 
as truthfully as I could. "I am having mixed feelings 
about a lot of the things you guys are forcing me to 
do. I wouldn't be doing them if Jordan wasn't 
blackmailing me. But I would be lying if I said that I 
don't get excited sometimes. I came a half a dozen 
times tonight."

She wouldn't accept that. She said, "You didn't answer 
the question. Do you enjoy it, eating out another 
girl?"

"You were watching Jordan just now. You saw the effect 
that I had on her. It is pretty amazing to be able to 
have that effect on someone. It excites me. It would 
excite me more if it was voluntary." I had answered as 
honestly as I could.

Kelly seemed to accept that. She started to lie back on 
the bed, but then she moved over and told me to lie 
down beside her. 

I stretched out beside her and waited to see what she 
would want next. 

She pulled me a little closer and our breasts were 
touching gently. I had never felt another set of 
breasts against me like that before. It was 
surprisingly erotic. She looked at me and said softly, 
"I want you to make love to me. Kiss me all over, like 
a guy, or a lesbian or something. You know what I 
mean."

I thought I did. I touched my lips to hers and kissed 
her softly. She returned the kiss and soon we were 
holding each other close and kissing like lovers. 

Conscious of her request, I began moving my free hand 
over her body, caressing her breast, her back, her 
thighs, her ass. Then back up to run my fingers through 
her hair and pull her closer. 

I finally broke the kiss and gently rolled her onto her 
back. I started kissing her face, her cheeks, her ears, 
her eyes. I could tell that she was enjoying it. I 
hated to admit it, but so was I.

I moved down to her neck and kissed her there, then her 
shoulders and finally her chest. I kissed all around 
her breasts, using my hand too, teasing her, making her 
really want to be touched there. 

Just having this much effect on her was like an 
aphrodisiac. I was extremely turned on just from 
turning her on. 

Finally, as she strained her breasts up to meet my 
hands, I began caressing one breast with my hand and 
licking and sucking and finally biting the other. She 
was going nuts as I nipped and pinched her nipples. 
Each time I would apply pressure to one or both of her 
nipples, her hips would rise from the bed as if her 
hot, swollen pussy were seeking desperately to be 
touched.

I moved my hand softly down over her flat stomach, 
nearing her pussy, but not touching her, teasing her 
instead, torturing her. I began following that same 
path with my lips and soon she was making a soft 
whining noise, almost animal like.

I kissed all around her pubic area for a short while; I 
didn't think she would last much longer. I also teased 
her taught stomach with my finger tips. I could tell 
she was about to explode. I gently wedged myself 
between her thighs and kissed my way up her thighs to 
her pussy.

This was only the third pussy I had eaten, so I can't 
say I am an expert. But the amount of moisture flowing 
out of her tight, pulsing slit was unbelievable. There 
was a large wet spot on the bed that was going to piss 
Jordan off.

I finally started to concentrate on Kelly's pussy. I 
licked it thoroughly and she couldn't lay still. She 
was getting louder and louder and when I took her whole 
pussy into my mouth and massaged her clit with my 
tongue she screamed. I mean she screamed her head off! 

I heard a noise and Mr. Stewart had thrown the bedroom 
door open to see who was being murdered. He looked in, 
smiled, then closed the door and went back to bed.

Kelly had stopped screaming, but I was still sucking 
her pussy and she was still having orgasms. But at last 
she was winding down and I started just kissing her 
lightly, all around her slit.

For at least the next two minutes, she just lay there 
saying, "Oh my god!" over and over.

The worst thing about it was that I was pretty turned 
on right now myself. But I didn't think anyone would be 
interested in doing anything about that.

Jordan came over and sat on the side of the bed with a 
look of astonishment on her face. She put her hand on 
Kelly's forehead and said, "Are you alright?"

"God no!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "I'm most 
definitely not alright! I think I can fly! Jesus H. 
Christ, Jordan! I have never had an orgasm like that in 
my life! This girl is good!"

I was wiping the juices from my face and watching from 
the foot of the bed. Jordan kept looking at Kelly, then 
at me like I was a witch or something. 

Just as I expected, the next move was for them to go to 
sleep in the two twin beds and me on the floor, with no 
relief. Jordan took the bed without the wet spot.

Well, that was Jordan's plan anyway. Not long after the 
lights were out and I could hear Jordan's heavy 
breathing, Kelly got out of bed and came over to the 
corner where I had been generously allowed to curl up 
on a couple of blankets. 

She reached out and took my hand and pulled me to my 
feet. She led me to her bed and we lay there and kissed 
and cuddled for a little while. Then, much to my 
amazement, she started kissing me the way I had her, 
and working her way down my body. 

You have to remember that my total sexual experience 
had been with Jordan's friends, or the dirty old men 
she sold me to tonight. I may not have been kicking or 
screaming, but each time it had been rape. Not one of 
them had ever made love to me. Well, Kevin had come 
pretty close, but still, it had been for his pleasure, 
not mine.

The touch of Kelly's soft lips and the sensuous touch 
of her fingertips on my very excited body were 
pleasurable beyond my power to describe to you. As she 
explored my body I fought with all of my might to keep 
silent. I bit my lip, hard. I gasped and panted, I 
fought mightily to keep from screaming out her name. 

When I finally came, and it didn't take long, it was 
almost enough to make up for everything that I had gone 
through in the last four days. Now I knew what it was 
people liked about sex, about making love.

When I had come to the end of my earthshaking orgasm, 
Kelly had worked her way back up my body, kissing me 
lightly, until our faces met again. I kissed her and 
smiled and whispered "Thanks," softly in her ear. Then 
I licked her lips clean and we hugged like lovers. 

I was startled when I looked over and saw Jordan, 
laying there with her eyes wide open, watching us. I 
met her gaze for a moment, but it was too dark. I 
couldn't see her face to tell what she was thinking.

I started to get up and return to my corner to sleep, 
but Kelly held me and said, "No, sleep here." Then she 
kissed me again and turned over. I took her in my arms 
and held her and we cuddled together until Jordan woke 
us up in the morning.

I was afraid of what she was going to say, or do. But 
she just smiled and said, "Hmm, looks like someone got 
little more than their share last night."

I didn't know if she meant me or Kelly.

We took turns cycling through the shower, I was last of 
course. Then they dressed, I wasn't allowed to, and we 
went out to the kitchen. Jordan's parents weren't up 
yet. I was relieved. It made me more uncomfortable to 
have adults around to enjoy my humiliation, especially 
those two. 

We all pitched in and made breakfast and by the time 
the Stewarts got up it was ready. They even let me eat 
this time! 

As we sat at the kitchen table eating and drinking 
coffee I found that I was receiving a lot of attention 
from Jordan's parents. It was making me nervous.

Mrs. Stewart turned to me and said, "My husband tells 
me you are quite a talented young lady."

I wasn't the only one blushing at that. Kelly turned 
bright red too.

I didn't know what to say. "Thank you," and "Yes, Mrs. 
Stewart, I am a fantastic cunt eater," both seemed 
inappropriate.

But I didn't have to say anything. I had paused long 
enough for Mr. Stewart to join the conversation. "I'm 
sorry to embarrass you like that Kelly, but let's be 
honest. You were about as close to heaven as you are 
ever going to get when I opened that door last night."

Kelly giggled, still blushing furiously, and said, "I 
must admit, no guy ever made me feel like that before. 
You don't suppose I'm gay do you?"

Jordan said, "You looked pretty gay for a while there, 
but I think Gregg will probably be able to talk you out 
of it."

So! Kelly does have a boyfriend! I was beginning to 
wonder. I never saw her with anyone and she never 
mentioned a guy. 

Mr. Stewart turned to Jordan and asked, "Did you guys 
make enough selling her ass last night to buy her some 
slut clothes?"

Jordan told the Stewarts all about my evening, which 
thanks to the generosity of one traveling executive, 
was not nearly as long and arduous as any of us had 
anticipated.

I finally found out that I had been paid $50 for my 
first blowjob at the strip joint. Well, they had been 
paid $50. So I had earned $250 last night. I now had to 
wonder what kinds of clothing that was going to 
translate into. I had never been to the Goodwill store. 
I didn't feel comfortable with the idea of buying 
second hand clothes. I didn't want someone else's 
clothes next to my body. I guess it isn't so important 
any more. I am becoming a lot more tolerant than I was 
a few days ago.

Mr. and Mrs. Stewart were both anxious to hear how I 
felt about my night as a prostitute. I was quite happy 
to tell them just how horrible it had been and how 
degraded I felt. I really had to restrain myself. I 
wanted to tell them what I thought of their daughter 
for making me do it. They were actually proud of their 
daughter who was a blackmailer, and now a pimp! They 
really needed to address their parenting skills, not to 
mention their apparent total lack of morals.

But I kept all of that to myself. I knew it would only 
make things worse if I pissed them off.

Everyone sat back after breakfast and enjoyed watching 
me move around in the nude as I cleaned up the kitchen 
and did the dishes. When I was finished, Jordan stood 
up and told me to follow her. She was going to find me 
something to wear to go shopping in. 

Mrs. Stewart said, "Honey, I have some pretty slutty 
stuff, much sluttier than you. Let's go to my room and 
see what we can find."

Jordan smiled and said, "Sure Mom. Thanks."

Jordan led the way and Mrs. Stewart put her arm around 
my shoulder and said, "Come on Sara, this will be fun!"

I was starting to realize what an airhead she was. So I 
suppose Jordan had come by it honestly.

The Stewart's bedroom was nearly as messy as Jordan's. 
Not dirty, just messy. There were clothes everywhere, 
and most of them did indeed look pretty slutty.

It was obvious that Mrs. Stewart already had a top in 
mind. She went to a drawer and dug down and pulled out 
a crocheted top and held it up. There was a lot more 
air than crotchet. She held the top up and I could see 
her through it plainly. Surely that thing would be 
illegal. It might be fine for a motorcycle rally, but 
around town! I didn't think so.

Jordan, however, loved it. She took it from her mother 
and while her mother started looking for a skirt she 
remembered owning but never having the nerve to wear, I 
was told to put the top on. 

I couldn't imagine a skirt that was so revealing that 
her mother wouldn't wear it! That was terrifying.

I put on my new top, such as it was, and looked down. 
It was obviously not made to be worn alone. It might 
have looked nice over a chemise, a slip, even a pretty 
bra if you were the Madonna type. From a distance it 
might look like I was wearing a top. But within twenty 
or thirty feet my breasts were plainly visible. My 
nipples both jutted out through the large holes in the 
crocheted pattern. 

Mrs. Stewart finally found the skirt she was looking 
for. She held it up and Jordan squealed in delight when 
she saw it. I didn't realize what was so special about 
it, except that it was incredibly short, until Jordan 
took it from her mother and handed it to me.

I held it up and realized it was more of a loincloth 
than a skirt! There was a two inch wide elastic waist 
band holding the front and rear panels together. I 
stepped into it and pulled it up over my hips and there 
was a three inch gap on both sides. I couldn't keep the 
waist of the skirt around my waist, the skirt was too 
short. I had to slide it down lower on my hips so that 
it my stomach was almost uncovered, but it would cover 
my pussy. I reached around the back and discovered that 
nearly an inch of the crack of my butt was exposed!

Jordan's mother pulled me over in front of her mirror 
and turned me around slowly. It was excruciating to 
look at. I looked very much like a streetwalker. I 
could see my breasts plainly, and every move I made 
seemed to cause those small flaps on my new loincloth 
to swing around and flip up, especially the rear flap. 
From the side I could see the swell of the cheek of my 
butt when I took a step!

Jordan and Mrs. Stewart both loved the look. Jordan 
said, "Come on slut, lets go show Dad."

Before I reached the door, though, Mrs. Stewart grabbed 
my hand and held me. She smiled at Jordan and said, 
"Sweetheart, could you give us a few minutes alone?"

Jordan grinned and said, "I told you Mom, anytime you 
want her, just say so."

Jordan went out and closed the door. Mrs. Stewart 
dropped her shorts and sat on the side of the bed and 
pulled me over to stand between her legs. She ran her 
hands over my nearly naked body and said, "I understand 
that you are new at this sweetie, but I hear that you 
have a real talent for it. I heard Kelly last night. So 
loud that she woke us up! I want to feel what Kelly 
felt last night."

I looked up at her. She was a brassy, bleached blonde. 
She looked and acted like a biker chick. She was a 
biker chick. She was about thirty-five years old and 
she had a good body. And as I said, she was an airhead. 

I could have just gotten down on my knees and eaten her 
to a pretty good orgasm, but that wasn't what she 
wanted. While I had no particular desire to make love 
to her, I realized what the difference had been last 
night between sex with Jordan and sex with Kelly. I 
figured the best thing to do would be to do this right. 
It wouldn't hurt to get on her good side.

I stepped back from her and took off my new slut 
outfit. Then I leaned over her and pulled her top off 
and invited her to stretch out on the bed. When she was 
ready I stretched out beside her and began making love 
to her, just like I had to Kelly last night. 

She enjoyed it just as much as Kelly had. And just as 
vocally. And I kind of enjoyed it too. I had the same 
reaction as I had last night to seeing the power I had 
to bring pleasure.

As we lay together, hugging while Mrs. Stewart relaxed 
and got her breath back, the door opened a few inches 
and I looked up to see Mr. Stewart peeking in. 

Mrs. Stewart waived him in and as soon as he was inside 
she said, "Oh god! Jay, she was fucking fantastic! I 
think I am going to leave you for her."

Mr. Stewart smiled and said, "Okay, but if you leave me 
now you can't go on the poker run today. Before you go, 
though, I think I want another little piece of her 
sweet young ass."

Mrs. Stewart smiled at him and moved over a little. She 
positioned me on my back and held me close. She moved 
her hand down my stomach and explored my pussy for a 
moment. Then she looked up at her husband and said, "It 
feels like she might enjoy that, baby."

Then she looked down at me, kissed my cheek and asked 
me, "You could use a good fuck right now, couldn't you 
Hon?"

I was a little surprised when I realized that, yes; a 
good fuck right now would be very nice.

Mr. Stewart was staring down at me as he stripped 
quickly. He smiled at his wife and said, "No offense 
baby, but I love this 'young stuff.' This little bitch 
is hot. I get hard every time I look at her."

Mrs. Stewart said, "As long as I get most of those 
hardons, I got no problem with you fucking a little 
'young stuff' now and then. Hell, I like her too."

Mrs. Stewart started kissing me and toying with my 
breasts while her husband moved between my legs and 
started slowly filling my pussy with his long, fat, 
hard cock. And it felt very, very good. 

It had only been four days since I had been forced to 
become sexually active. Only three days since I had 
lost my virginity against my will. I had yet to have 
sex with anyone of my own free will. But I had enjoyed 
some things. And I was enjoying this now. Only a statue 
could have resisted the overload of sexual stimulation 
to nearly every part of my body. 

I soon found myself with one arm around Mrs. Stewart's 
neck, and kissing her passionately, and my other arm 
around Mr. Stewart's neck, holding him tightly and 
grinding my groin against him with all of my might.

I screamed my way through several very nice orgasms, 
but my screams were muffled by Mrs. Stewart's mouth. 

Mr. Stewart finally sped up and then tensed and I felt 
his cock throb as he filled me with his cum. He stayed 
over me, resting on his arms and looking down at his 
wife and I. He leaned down and kissed us both several 
times before he pulled his soft cock out of my very 
satisfied pussy.

He stood up and moved up beside my head and his wife 
encouraged me to take him into my mouth and clean his 
cock and balls while she kissed my shoulders and back 
and caressed my breasts gently. 

I was starting to get used to doing this, cleaning up 
the guys that had just fucked me. But I had to admit, 
the extra stimulation really helped.

The Stewarts got up and got dressed and Mrs. Stewart 
suggested that I take a quick shower. They live in a 
small house, two bedrooms, and one bath. No master 
bathroom. So I went out into the hall with my thighs 
dripping with my juices and Mr. Stewart's cum.

I could see into the living room and I noticed that 
more people had arrived. I could see Kevin and Eric and 
Bryan. I didn't know who else was here. 

I hurried into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I 
dried off and as I was drying myself I saw that someone 
had brought my new outfit in and set it on the sink 
counter.

I put on my new holey top and loincloth and brushed my 
hair. I had to go into Jordan's bedroom and dig out my 
toothbrush and hairbrush. I used both, in the 
appropriate areas, and then I went out to the living 
room. 

In addition to the guys I had already seen, I saw that 
Gary, Owen and Paige were here. There was another guy 
that I didn't know. I had seen him around school, but 
he wasn't in any of my classes. I had never met him. 

Jordan was polite enough to introduce me to Kyle. I 
would find out later that he was eighteen. That he was 
older was obvious. He had stayed back several times and 
was still just a junior. He was also very large, all 
over. And because of my status as a young girl serving 
in sexual servitude, I couldn't help wondering if he 
was really that big all over.

As I entered the room there were several whistles and a 
lot of comments. Kyle came over and looked me over 
closely. He smiled and said, "Bryan sent me a 
collection of your pictures over the last few days. I 
was very impressed. It is a pleasure to meet you in 
person, and you are just as beautiful as your 
pictures."

I thanked him, not in the least impressed by the fact 
that he liked naked pictures of me. That only proved 
that he was a male and he was straight. 

"It sure sounded like you guys were having a great time 
back there," he continued. He seemed to think that it 
was still possible to embarrass me. It was of course, 
just not so much any more, and not so much here, around 
Jordan's house. This was every bit a den of iniquity. 
The things that happened here were starting to lose the 
ability to humiliate me. That isn't to say that I was 
starting to enjoy it. It just didn't embarrass me, as 
much.

He asked, "What were you doing back there?"

Without blinking an eye I said, "I ate out Mrs. 
Stewart, and them Mr. Stewart fucked me for a while."

Kyle seemed a little disappointed in my lack of 
reaction to his embarrassing questions. I probably 
should have kept my mouth shut, but I found myself 
saying, "If you were going to embarrass me with 
questions like that Kyle, you needed to be here a day 
or two ago."

I heard several of the kids gathered in the living room 
chuckle. But Kyle didn't react. He just said, "Well, 
maybe I can't embarrass you, but that doesn't mean I 
can't enjoy you." As he spoke he lifted my holey top 
and bared my breasts. He bent down and kissed my 
nipples, and then he pulled me close and said, "I don't 
have time to fuck your sweet ass right now. But I am 
really looking forward to it. I got something for you, 
and it's really going to make your day, sweetheart."

I wanted to ask him if he was saying that he had a big 
dick, or he was a big dick. But I had a feeling I was 
already going to pay for my earlier remark. So I shut 
up and let him play.

Jordan interrupted Kyle and said, "Alright guys, we're 
going over to the Goodwill store now and pick up some 
slutty clothes for my pet cunt. Are all of you guys 
going? Kevin, I know how much you like to go clothes 
shopping." 

I assumed that was sarcasm, but Kevin said, "I think I 
am going to enjoy it today. I am looking forward to 
watching her showing her ass off in town."

There were now ten of us. We would attract a lot of 
attention wherever we went, just because of the size of 
our group. Still, none of this was my problem. I let 
them decide who was going to do what to whom and where.

They decided that, as long as all of the guys stayed 
cool, they could tag along and watch, and help pick out 
clothes for me. And Bryan would continue with his video 
record of my public humiliation.

They all piled into Bryan's van, but it was very 
crowded. I was pulled into the very back seat, the 
place where I had performed my first act of 
prostitution. I was pulled down onto the laps of the 
three boys that were sitting there, Gary, Owen and 
Kyle. 

The van wasn't even moving when I had my top up around 
my neck and my skirt around my waist and three sets of 
hands groping and invading my body. I just lay back and 
relaxed and closed my eyes and it was actually kind of 
pleasant. They weren't being rough, for a change, and 
it was a lot of stimulation. By the time we got to the 
store I was on the verge of a pleasant little orgasm.

Kyle wanted to finish me off, but Jordan told him to 
let me suffer. I didn't say anything, but I figured 
this would work in my favor. I knew that this was going 
to be as humiliating as they could make it. It could 
only be easier to handle if I was starting out aroused.

The worst part was that, when I pulled my top back 
down, my nipples were standing up and hard as rocks and 
they both stuck out through the holes in my top. Way 
out, at least a quarter inch of nipple was exposed on 
each side of my chest.

I was gently placed on my feet and my skirt, such as it 
is, slipped back into place. I stepped out of the van 
in the center of the crowd of kids and looked around. 
There were only four or five other vehicles in the 
parking lot, so hopefully it wouldn't be too bad.

Jordan reminded everyone to keep it quiet and be cool. 
We walked into the surprisingly large store and Jordan 
led the way to the racks of women's clothing. There 
seemed to be two people working in the store. They were 
obviously concerned with a large gang of teenagers 
invading their store.

Jordan told everyone to stay still and stay quiet. She 
walked over to the male clerk, who turned out to be the 
Assistant Manager, and smiled, and proceeded to charm 
the pants right off the guy. She explained that this 
was a school project. They were actually going to buy 
some clothing, and if he didn't mind they would be 
filming their shopping experience. 

The Assistant Manager smiled and was obviously 
completely set at ease by Jordan's phony story. He and 
the female clerk huddled together for a quick 
conversation and everything was cool.

Jordan came back over and as Bryan began filming, 
people started picking up items of clothing in my size 
and discussing the merits of any pieces under 
consideration. The favorites were see-through tops and 
miniscule skirts. But they also chose a selection of 
obscenely short shorts, tops with obscene slogans, a 
couple of tiny slips, and several camisoles.

They had selected close to fifty items all together. 
Some of them were as cheap as a dollar. Jordan called a 
temporary halt to the hunt and we started to look for a 
fitting room. There were only two, and there were two 
people waiting for them to open up. Two couples 
actually. 

Jordan decided she didn't want to wait. She ordered 
everyone to hang loose and she took off to find the 
manager. She came back with him in tow. He looked very 
nervous, which made me nervous.

Jordan said, "Guys, Mr. Jeffries, the Assistant 
Manager, has generously agreed to let us use an area in 
the back for Sara to try on all of these new clothes."

We all followed Mr. Jeffries through the store into the 
large area in the back where the donated items were 
sorted and prepared for sale out front. 

It was pretty quiet back here, I didn't see anyone 
working. But as we crossed the large warehouse like 
room we passed a little break area where four men were 
eating their lunch and talking quietly.

Mr. Jeffries approached them and said, "Guys, there was 
a line for the changing rooms and this group of kids 
has picked up a huge amount of clothing and that would 
really back things up. So I agreed to let them use one 
of the storage wings back here. Is there an empty one 
we can use?"

Jordan looked around and asked, "Do you guys have 
security cameras back here?"

The question made the guy nervous, but he said, "No, it 
isn't cost effective, since all of this stuff is 
donated anyway."

Jordan smiled sweetly and suggested, "Listen, we all 
want to see how well the new clothes fit, and we want 
to film it too. So if you guys don't mind, we would 
like to do it right here. You are all welcome to watch 
if you want."

I wasn't even surprised. And what the hell, just five 
more guys seeing me naked. I was surprised at how 
quickly I was accepting being used this way. 

Mr. Jeffries looked startled. His first reaction was to 
say that he couldn't possibly allow that. But he was 
shaky, and his four employees obviously liked the idea. 
Jordan sidled up to him and smiled and suggested that 
if he would relax a little and enjoy the show, she 
could see to it that I made it worth his while. 

The man looked at her, then at me, then back at her, 
still trying to make up his mind. But Jordan had read 
him like a book. She asked quietly, "Mr. Jeffries, have 
you ever had your cock sucked by a sixteen year old 
girl that can deepthroat?"

I watched as he turned bright red. Jordan had 
apparently hit all of the right buttons. He swallowed 
with difficulty and said, "Alright, just a minute. I'll 
be right back."

He rushed back out front; I suppose to tell his female 
clerk that he had something important to do in the 
back. Then he was back. 

While he was gone, the kids had laid out the clothing 
they had picked out and sorted the items out by type.

They were all lounging around now, and as soon as the 
Assistant Manager returned, Jordan took over. She 
ordered me to take off my outfit and I took off my see 
through top and my skirt and handed them to her.

The guys all enjoyed the show, but the kids had seen it 
all before. It was much more interesting for the five 
men. They were all in their late thirties and early 
forties and when they came to work this morning I don't 
imagine it occurred to them that they would be watching 
a sexy sixteen year old girl put on a strip show.

I started dressing and undressing in the clothes that 
Jordan handed me. There were a handful of dresses, but 
mostly it was separates. And as I tried on the various 
tops and bottoms, I seldom tried both on at the same 
time, so that I would either be topless or bottomless 
as I modeled the clothing.

A few of the items didn't fit and were discarded. And 
some of them were not slutty enough and were also not 
acceptable. Most of this stuff, the things that they 
liked and were planning on having me wear for the next 
four months or so, including, no, especially to school, 
were indecent. I don't know how they expected me to get 
past my father with all of these clothes. I know that 
he would never let me wear, any of this stuff. Not 
outside, not to school, not to sit in the living room 
and watch TV!

The fashion show was finally drawing to a close and the 
huge pile of clothing they had deemed acceptable was 
set aside. I was now naked and the Assistant manager 
and his four employees were about to get their reward 
for being so nice and letting me put on a strip show 
for them. 

Mr. Jeffries refused to perform for the camera, and 
took me into a side room full of boxes of items waiting 
to be taken out front. He moved away from the door and 
opened his pants and pulled them and his shorts down. I 
stepped up to him and he took a minute to grope me and 
then pushed me to my knees. 

His cock was just average and he was clean. It was no 
big deal. I took him into my mouth and shortly after 
his cock entered my throat he grabbed my head and 
groaned loudly and I felt him tense up and cum down my 
throat. 

I waited until he finished and then I slowly pulled 
back. I licked the head of his cock clean and kissed it 
and helped him put his pants back together.

He looked at me, he was obviously embarrassed at being 
unable to resist having sex with a girl my age, but he 
was also extremely grateful and thanked me very much 
for making his year.

I followed him back out to the break area where the 
show had taken place. The clothing I had selected had 
all been piled on a cart. Mr. Jeffries said, "I'll take 
these up front and get them totaled up. When you kids 
are ready you can pick them up at the cash register."

Jordan turned to the four guys and said, "Gentlemen, 
start your engines. She is yours to do with as you 
wish. Except for her butt, you can't fuck her ass, yet, 
but maybe next time."

I saw Bryan filming from the side as two of the men 
stood up and started kissing and touching me. They were 
both talking to me, and about me, under their breath. 
Talking about how hot I was and what they were going to 
do to my hot ass. 

I was about to have one new experience. Two of the men 
were black. One of them was kissing me now. The other 
was sitting down watching, and waiting his turn. Soon, 
one urban legend was debunked. The black man took a 
step back and while the white man continued pulling and 
squeezing on my breasts, the black man slipped his 
pants and shorts down and then he pushed me to my 
knees. 

He didn't have to worry about people laughing and 
pointing at him, but he wasn't any more blessed than 
several of the kids I had been having sex with in the 
last few days. I easily took him into my throat and 
very quickly I felt him holding my face tight to his 
stomach and he was cumming down my throat. 

When he was finished I licked and sucked him clean, 
just like I had for Mr. Jeffries and it occurred to me 
that if I had been blindfolded I would have had no idea 
that I had just sucked off a black man. Black cocks 
taste just like white cocks!

I expected the white man, who was still fooling around 
behind me to come around front, or pull me around to 
face him. Instead, he pushed me down onto all fours and 
I felt him fumble around for a moment and then I felt 
his cock enter me from behind. 

He had only just started fucking me when the other 
white man came over and dropped his pants and got on 
his knees near my face. I was starting to enjoy what 
was happening behind me, and would have much preferred 
to be allowed to relax and enjoy it, but no such luck. 

The man in front of me lifted my head by my hair and 
painted my face for a moment with the head of his cock 
before forcing it into my mouth. His cock was on the 
small side of average and it didn't distract me all 
that much. Unfortunately, before I could get that good 
feeling going again the guy fucking me came.

The second black man took his place almost immediately 
though, and he was very good at it. His cock did feel 
pretty long, and it was definitely thick. I was 
distracted briefly when the man I was sucking off came 
in my mouth and I had to swallow his load. But then I 
just held his cock in my mouth and nursed on it gently 
while the black man really fucked the hell out of me. I 
ended up cumming twice before he filled my pussy with 
another load of cum.

Both men started to get dressed again, but Jordan 
pointed out to the man who had just fucked me that I 
was available to clean up that mess that I had made of 
his cock. 

Yeah, it was my fault. I held a gun to his head and 
made him rape me.

He grinned and came around to my face and I did a quick 
clean up. I did notice that his cock was pretty big. 
Maybe even bigger than Mr. Stewart's, but it was soft 
now, so I couldn't be sure.

Jordan made me sit on my ass on the floor and spread my 
legs so that Bryan could get a good shot of my pussy. 
It was swollen and red, but I looked down and it didn't 
look much different that it had four days ago, 
although, to be honest, four days ago I didn't pay that 
much attention to it.

Someone tossed me a towel and I wiped my crotch up with 
it. I stood up and Jordan handed me the outfit I had 
worn in. When I had dressed, if you want to call 
wearing those two tiny pieces of cloth dressed, we all 
went out to the register. 

I saw Mr. Jeffries blush as he saw us heading for the 
register. You don't suppose he has a guilty conscience?

Jordan stepped up and asked what the total was. It came 
to $210 and change. I wondered what she would do with 
the other forty dollars. I hoped she would spend it on 
herself. I hadn't really enjoyed this little shopping 
trip. I had two orgasm, of course, but I would rather 
have been home spending the day with my father and 
living my real life.

It had taken longer than you might think to select and 
try on all of these clothes. More than four hours had 
passed by the time we all got back to Jordan's house. 
We unloaded the clothes and piled them in a chair in 
the living room. 

Then the orgy started. The guys were all horny after 
everything they had witnessed today. I thought Kyle 
would take the lead, but instead, he took a seat out of 
the way and watched as, two at a time, four of the guys 
had sex with me. That left Bryan, holding the camera, 
and Kyle. 

Kyle stood up and took over the camera from Bryan and 
let him go next. I glanced up as Bryan fucked me doggy 
style in the center of the living room and I saw a very 
large bulge in Kyle's pants. I wondered if he was 
waiting for last because he didn't want to stretch me 
out too much for the other guys.

Bryan was stretching me out enough. He was getting 
better at this, at least lasting longer. I guess that 
having me four days in a row was taking the edge off. 
Raping me just wasn't as exciting as it was yesterday.

I had a small orgasm when Kevin had fucked me a few 
minutes ago. Owen had fucked me next, and it was 
pleasant, but I didn't cum. Now, with Bryan, I was 
starting to get into it again. I leaned down and rested 
my head on my arms. I closed my eyes, and I reached 
down and started rubbing my clit, and in very little 
time I was moaning and groaning and cumming and the 
rude, crude remarks from the audience were only egging 
me on. I came several times before Bryan did. Then, 
just like all the others now, I cleaned him. 

I now had loads of cum from three kids and two men 
pooling in my pussy and draining slowly down my thighs. 
I new I still had to get fucked by Kyle, but I was a 
mess and I asked Jordan if I could go clean up. 

She smiled and said, "It isn't up to me. I'm not going 
to fuck your skanky ass. Ask Kyle."

I looked at Kyle, who had handed the camera back to 
Bryan and was undressing now. He leered at me and said, 
"No. She's just a nasty whore. I like her that way. 
Look at her, hand prints all over her, cum running out 
of her cunt, her lips swollen from sucking one cock 
after another, a real tramp."

Just then he lowered his pants and shorts together and 
I saw his cock. I was obviously not the only one seeing 
it for the first time. The distressing comments from 
the others were deserved. His cock was huge! It was fat 
and long and still not hard. Not completely.

He moved in front of me and I started licking his 
balls, which were as oversized as his large cock. He 
smiled down at me, a smug, arrogant smile. All of these 
guys seem arrogant. They are all, especially Jordan, 
bullies. 

Kyle watched as I stretched my lips wide around his 
cock and took as much of it as I could into my mouth. 

It seemed that I had finally met my match. I was sure 
that I would not be able to take him into my throat, 
absolutely positive.

The sad thing is that he wasn't so sure. He had seen me 
do it for everyone else and by god; he was going to get 
some of that deep throat if it killed me!

I started to struggle as he grabbed my head and started 
forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I was having 
trouble breathing, I was gagging, and it was obvious 
that the opening to my throat was simply too small. It 
was obvious to me anyway.

I was pushing against his stomach and thighs and 
punching him, trying to make him stop. He called Eric 
over and Eric knelt behind me and grabbed my arms and 
held them behind my back.

That left Kyle free to rape my throat, even kill me if 
it worked out that way. He became very violent and some 
of the kids watching were telling him to cool it and 
trying to talk him into taking it easy. But he ignored 
them. 

He finally forced that fat cock into my throat and the 
pain was so bad that I passed out. Apparently he didn't 
care. I was unaware of the mechanics of it until I 
watched the movie later, but Eric had held me up by my 
arms and Kyle had continued to fuck my unconscious 
throat until he started to cum. Then he backed out and 
came all over my face. When he was finally finished he 
grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my face up and 
spit in it. 

Then he stepped back and Eric finally let me fall to 
the floor, none too softly.

I started coming around just in time to hear Jordan 
ordering both Kyle and Eric to get dressed and get out, 
and not to come back. I listened as they tried to calm 
her down and apologize. They didn't think that they had 
done anything out of the ordinary. They had just raped 
me, just like Jordan wanted.

Jordan didn't even respond. She just waited for them to 
dress and leave. Everyone was silent as Jordan got up 
and, with Kelly's help, picked me up and half carried 
me to the bathroom. I was given a long hot shower and 
Jordan sprayed my throat with some pain killing throat 
spray. 

I was more or less back to normal by the time I had 
dried off and we all went back out to the living room. 

At first it was quiet, an uncomfortable quiet. But 
gradually things started returning to normal, for them 
anyway. I was still naked and available.

It was not long after they got me cleaned up that we 
heard the unmistakable roar of a Harley coming down the 
street and pulling into the driveway. Well, that was 
what I thought that I heard. What I actually heard was 
three Harleys.

There was a commotion at the door and it opened and the 
Stewarts came in, followed by another couple and then a 
single guy. I suppose that the Stewarts had mentioned 
my status as a sexual servant to their friends when 
they invited them over. I could tell from the 
expressions on their faces, especially the men. They 
were expecting to walk in and see me here naked. Maybe 
they were expecting some skanky whore, or something. 
They were obviously pleased when they saw me.

I didn't get the impression that the new additions to 
the party had met Jordan's friends. Both groups ignored 
each other, or at least they didn't interact. I was the 
only one in the room that was introduced. That was when 
I found out that I had helped to raise a lot of money 
for charity today.

It seems that, during the poker run the Stewarts had 
just returned from, a discrete raffle had been held. 
Tickets were sold and the winner was awarded the grand 
prize of a teenage girl's virgin asshole. That was 
apparently something that bikers treasure, because Mrs. 
Stewart was raving about the huge number of tickets 
that they had sold.

The couple that had come in behind the Stewarts just 
now were just friends of the Stewarts. They were just 
here to check me out, and maybe get a little, later.

The big, hairy biker that had been the last to come 
through the door was the grand prize winner. I doubt 
that he would have been any happier if he had won the 
state lottery. He was standing a couple of feet away 
from me with a huge grin on his face. 

I looked over at Jordan and she just shrugged. But I 
could tell from her grin that she had known about this. 
I suddenly remembered hearing her admonish the workers 
at Goodwill that they couldn't have my ass, this time.

Jordan got up from her seat in Kevin's lap and came 
over and pulled her mother aside. She whispered 
something in her mother's ear and then returned to 
Kevin's lap.

Mrs. Stewart turned back to where I was standing, 
waiting to be pounced on by her biker buddy. She moved 
closer and put her arm around my shoulder and asked, 
"Are you alright?"

I guess Jordan had told her about Kyle and Eric. I 
shrugged and said, "I guess." It was obvious from my 
voice that I hadn't fully recovered.

Mrs. Stewart turned back to the lucky winner and said, 
"The kids were partying earlier and one of them got 
pretty rough on Sara's throat, so cut her a little 
slack there, okay Jerry?"

Jerry nodded eagerly. After all, he wasn't here for a 
blowjob. He had won my virgin ass. But everyone 
suddenly got a big disappointment. Jerry had no 
intention of performing for a large crowd of strangers. 
The Stewarts were forced to offer him their bedroom.

He took my hand and pulled me down the short hall. As 
we left the room Mr. Stewart yelled after us, "The KY 
is on my nightstand!"

The biker pulled me down the hall and into the bedroom. 
He closed the door and undressed quickly. I was 
relieved to see that, despite his body size, his cock 
was no larger than the guys I had already been raped 
by. Not anything near like what Kyle had attacked me 
with. I was still scared. I didn't want to do this. But 
if I had to do it, I would rather that it be with a man 
with a normal sized penis. Like Jerry.

Jerry pushed me onto the bed and jumped into the bed 
beside me. His hands were all over me and he started 
kissing me. His breath smelled and tasted of beer and 
cigarettes. Gross!

He was rough, but not cruel. He didn't try to hurt me. 
But I might as well have been an inanimate object. In 
the entire time that he was there, he only spoke to me 
once. 

He kissed me. He made me suck his cock, though he 
didn't force it down my throat, thank god. He groped me 
and stuck his fingers roughly in every orifice. At last 
he was ready to claim his prize. 

He put me on my hands and knees and licked and sucked 
my ass. Now I knew why that businessman had wanted me 
to do this to him after Jordan sold me to him last 
night. It felt pretty damned good. If I wasn't so 
scared I would have enjoyed it.

He reached over and picked up the tube of KY from the 
nightstand and squeezed some out onto his finger. He 
rested the tube on my back as he started working his 
greased finger into my asshole. I was scared and tense 
and he really had to apply a lot of pressure. 

That was when he spoke the only words that he said to 
me. "Relax, you stupid cunt!" Don't just love it when 
they sweet talk you?

I wasn't stupid. I knew it would be better for me if I 
could relax. But it is pretty hard to relax when you 
are naked, bent over on a bed with a big, naked, hairy, 
old biker who you have just met, and he is sticking his 
fingers in your ass. Go ahead, try it. See if you could 
relax!

I lowered my head to my arms and tried to take slow, 
deep breaths and force myself to relax. While I was 
doing that the biker seemed to slow down a little. He 
seemed to become less frantic. Maybe it was just my 
imagination. But it seemed like once he relaxed a 
little, became a little less anxious, that helped me a 
little.

He took his time. He really stretched me out good. By 
the time he finally got up behind me and started to 
slowly force his cock into me I had, indeed, begun to 
relax a little.

It still hurt. It hurt a lot. I cried out at first, and 
then I groaned in pain with every move he made. But he 
went slow and gave me time to get used to it and by the 
time that he had started to stroke in and out of my ass 
it was at least bearable. Not pleasant in the least. I 
felt like I had to go to the bathroom, urgently. But I 
no longer felt that my guts were being torn apart.

He lasted quite a while, I am sorry to say. I had hoped 
that the excitement of fucking a virgin, teenage ass 
would get him off quickly. He lasted for eighteen 
minutes. I know because I was staring at the alarm 
clock on Mr. Stewart's nightstand for the entire time.

He finally shot his hot, slimy load into my ass and for 
a long time he held onto my hips tightly, holding 
himself pressed tightly to my ass, his softening cock 
still buried in me. He stayed like that for another 
four long, slow minutes. I know because I was still 
staring at the alarm clock.

He finally pulled his nasty cock free and apparently he 
wasn't aware that a part of my job had become cleaning 
cocks. Because he got dressed and put his nasty cock 
back in his pants, still slimy and smelly. Then he 
patted my ass and left me alone. 

I wanted to collapse on the bed and cry for a while. 
But I could feel the biker's cum starting to drain out 
of my ass and I forced myself to my feet. I constricted 
the muscles of my butt as I hurried to the bathroom and 
collapsed onto the toilet. I sat there for a long time, 
draining my ass and crying quietly.

I don't know how long I sat like that, crying into my 
hands and desperately wanting my old life back. But 
after some period of time there was a quiet tap on the 
door and it opened slowly. 

I looked up, through blurry, tear filled eyes to see 
Kelly peeking in. She slipped in and shut the door and 
dropped down beside me. She put her arms around me and 
held me close. It felt good, but she was one of them. 
She was the nicest one of them, but she was one of 
them.

"Are you alright?" she asked, and I heard the genuine 
concern in her voice.

"No," I whispered through my tears. "No, I'm not 
alright! I can't take anymore of this. I just can't." 
Then I sank down onto the floor beside her and I was no 
longer crying quietly. I was sobbing loudly, nearly 
hysterical. All of the pain, the humiliation, the 
abuse, it was all too much. I couldn't take it anymore.

Kelly held me and comforted me and let me cry. I 
finally ran out of tears. I have no idea how long it 
went on. She kissed my face, my red, blotchy, swollen 
face, and helped me up. Then she got undressed and 
helped me take a shower. 

She dried me, and she even brushed my hair. I stood 
staring at myself in the mirror while she dressed. I 
was shocked to see that I looked just like I had before 
this all started, except for that look in my eyes. That 
look scared me.

Kelly opened the door and then she gently guided me 
back out to the living room. I was surprised to see 
that everyone had left. Only Jordan and her parents 
remained. I was also surprised to see that they all 
looked guilty. The satisfaction I got from that wasn't 
enough to make me feel better. But it helped.

Jordan finally spoke. "I was going to make you model 
your new clothes for my parents. But since you have had 
such a hard day, Kelly convinced me to let you have the 
rest of the day off. She tossed me the clothes that I 
had been wearing when I left home Friday and told me to 
get dressed. 

While I was getting dressed she went through the six 
large bags of clothes from Goodwill and pulled out a 
lacy chemise and a short skirt. She tossed them to me 
and told me to spend tomorrow with my father, and be 
wearing the new clothes on Monday when I went to 
school.

I looked around and found my purse, I grabbed four of 
the bags, they were heavy, I would have to come later 
for the other two, and I started walking home. Kelly 
stayed behind, but after a minute or two she caught up 
to me, carrying the last two bags, and walked me home. 
We didn't talk, but it was nice to have her there. I 
could feel her compassion and it helped, a little.

When we got to my house I had to use my key. Dad had 
left a note saying that he was at the Library. He was 
doing some research and might be late. I was grateful. 
I didn't think I could act normal for him right now. I 
knew that I couldn't.

I thanked Kelly for walking me home, and for helping. 
She smiled and said, "Please, let me stay with you for 
a while."

I was surprised. Surprised that she would ask, and 
surprised at how much it pleased me that she wanted to.

I smiled and nodded and I led her to my bedroom, where 
we finally dropped the heavy bags of clothing.

We somehow ended up lying on my bed, fully clothed. She 
was behind me, holding me against her. She was very 
comforting, just quietly holding me and letting me calm 
down.

After a very long, comfortable time, I felt her lips 
brush lightly against my neck. I shivered, but for a 
change it was a shiver of pleasure, not revulsion.

We hadn't spoken since she had asked to be allowed to 
stay. But it wasn't an uncomfortable quiet. It was, in 
fact, very comfortable.

She kissed and nuzzled at my neck for a while. It was 
pleasant, not demanding, not taking or using. I 
straightened out and turned around to face her. I was 
shocked when I saw that she had tears in her eyes!

"What's wrong?!" I asked. I couldn't imagine what she 
could be crying about!

She hugged me close and said, "I am so embarrassed, so 
ashamed."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because of what they are doing to you," she said. 
"Because I am a part of it, I feel like a total shit 
for taking part in Jordan's stupid game."

I smiled and said, "But you have been the only bright 
spot! You have been so sweet to me. Thank you."

"I'm sorry I was a part of this. I didn't know. Jordan 
never said anything, to me at least, about what she was 
going to do to you. I knew she was a bit of a bully, 
but I just never realized how ugly she could be. I have 
just been sitting there and watching and not saying 
anything, even when I knew it was wrong, very wrong. 
Please forgive me."

"I don't blame you," I said, and I honestly didn't. I 
only blamed Jordan. I didn't think much of the guys for 
taking advantage of me when they were given the 
opportunity, but the devil in my life was Jordan. I 
knew enough about guys with hardons to know that if 
they had a chance to put them in a pretty girl, they 
would take it.

"What we did last night," I said, "that was wonderful. 
But what you did this afternoon, I am so glad you were 
there. And I am glad that you're here. Thanks for 
helping me."

"But it isn't just that I went a long, Sara. Even after 
I realized Jordan was going too far. Even after I saw 
how terrible the things that she was doing to you were, 
I couldn't stop watching, and I couldn't stop getting 
excited."

"When I watched her make you strip in front of everyone 
I got turned on. When I watched you being raped, right 
there on the rug in front of me, I got so excited I 
almost came. When Jordan sold you to those guys outside 
of that strip club I almost had an orgasm just watching 
it happen. Nearly everything I have watched has turned 
me the fuck on. Well, everything except Kyle. That 
asshole! But I don't know why! I'm not a bad person. 
I'm not a cruel person. It really disturbs me that I 
didn't do anything to help you."

I smiled and said, "Don't feel so bad. A lot of it kind 
of turned me on too, but mostly the parts with you."

I kissed her this time, on the lips. It was gentle, 
soft, and affectionate. We closed our eyes and kissed 
like that for a few minutes. I was crying softly again, 
and I didn't even know why.

Kelly stopped kissing me and licked the tears from my 
cheek. I smiled and wiped my eyes and kissed her again. 
Then I sat up and pulled her to a sitting position and 
reached for her t-shirt. 

"Do you mind?" I asked. 

She smiled and shook her head and I pulled her t-shirt 
off. Her bra had a front closure, which I quickly 
unfastened. I gently pushed her pack down and I kissed 
her lips. Then I started kissing her face, her eyes and 
her ears and her cheeks, just like last night. 

She interrupted me to pull my top off, so that our 
breasts were touching now as we kissed. Our nipples 
rubbed gently as I moved back over her and returned to 
making love to her. I started to kiss my way down to 
her breasts. I kissed her long, slender neck and I 
could see the flush of arousal moving down her body.

I paused to whisper, "Last night was special. You were 
nice to me and I needed that." Then I returned to 
kissing my way down to Kelly's beautiful breasts.

She brought her hand up and caressed my head and ran 
her hand down over my back and I could just feel the 
real affection in her touch. I made love to her warm, 
soft breasts for a very long time before I finally felt 
the real need to do more.

I kissed my way down her stomach, enjoying the way that 
her stomach muscles fluttered in arousal at my touch. I 
unbuttoned her skirt and slowly pushed it down her 
long, slender legs. She kicked it off and I started 
kissing and licking her through her lacy little panty. 

Kelly was going crazy with lust as I kissed all around 
the wet spot that was growing rapidly over her tight 
little slit. 

I eagerly touched my tongue to that wet spot, enjoying 
just the hint of her delightful taste. I placed my 
mouth over her mound and let my warm breath heat her, 
stoking the fires of her arousal.

I began to lick her moist slit through her underwear, 
harder now, applying pressure over the most sensitive 
area of her beautiful, sexy body. As I did, her hips 
lifted off of my bed, as if to kiss me back.

I was tired of teasing though, I wanted my tongue 
inside of her just as much as she did. I rose to my 
knees and pulled her panties off. I stood up quickly 
and dropped my skirt too. Then I moved back between her 
legs and resumed making love to her. 

She cried out when I touched my lips to her naked sex. 
I heard her exhale loudly. The air seemed to be forced 
from her, as if she had been hit in the stomach. Her 
entire body was reacting to my tongue on her sweet 
pussy now. I glanced up and saw the flush, now reaching 
down and enveloping her breasts, which were actually 
heaving. Just like the heroine in a Harlequin Novel. 

Kelly's hands were gripping my bedspread and her 
knuckles were white and all of this, every reaction of 
hers to the way I was making love to her, it was 
effecting me like a drug. And I wanted more. 

I remembered an experience, one of the things that had 
been done to me recently, that I had found particularly 
arousing. I wanted Kelly to feel that too. I gently 
lifted her legs and started to lick around the pink 
little orifice nestled between the cheeks of her 
beautiful little butt, something that I had only just 
learned could be so incredibly erotic. 

She groaned and put her hand down and tried to stop me. 
But she didn't try very hard. And when she felt the 
touch of my tongue there, she suddenly ceased her 
efforts to make me stop. Her embarrassment at being 
touched there disappeared with the first touch of my 
tongue. 

I gently explored her there with my tongue for several 
minutes before I let her legs return to the bed and I 
turned my attention back to her sweet pussy. 

Kelly couldn't stand it any longer. She started having 
orgasms, huge, overpowering, earthshaking orgasms. Just 
one mind blowing orgasm right after the other. She was 
screaming and pulling at my hair and her hips were 
dancing around the bed uncontrollably. 

My own pubic mound was rubbing against the mattress as 
I made love to Kelly and I was very near to an orgasm 
myself, but not yet, not until Kelly was totally 
satisfied. Not until I had licked and sucked the last 
orgasm out of her. 

After several intense minutes she locked her thighs 
around my head and squeezed, locking me in place. Her 
head was lolling back and she was panting and gasping 
in ecstasy. But this time I didn't have that feeling of 
power so much as a feeling of affection, almost love. 

I'm not gay. I don't have a problem with those that 
are, more power to them. But I am not one of them. All 
of my crushes have been on boys. But right this very 
moment, I felt very, very close to Kelly. Maybe not 
love, but a hell of a lot more than like. It was a kind 
of love I suppose.

She finally relaxed her thighs and I lifted my head 
away form her slit. I smiled and thought, "I should 
have learned my lesson last night. I should have put a 
towel down."

There was a huge wet spot on my bedspread. But I didn't 
really care. 

I leaned back down and kissed around Kelly's stomach, 
down her thighs, all around her pussy without actually 
touching it.

She finally unwound and relaxed and held her arms out 
to me. I moved up and we hugged and kissed for a while. 

She started to make love to me, to return the favor I 
suppose. But I stopped her. "No," I said, "Not now. 
Relax, enjoy the glow."

She hugged me tight to her body and whispered, "Jesus 
Sara! I think I love you!"

"What about Gregg?" I asked. But I was teasing, I knew 
what she meant. She loved me right now, but 
differently, the way I loved her. Not like a boyfriend.

She laughed and said, "We need to let Gregg watch us 
together. He could learn a lot!"

She started kissing me again and I told her again that 
she didn't have to; she should wait and just enjoy the 
warm fuzzy feeling. 

But she pushed me onto my back and said, "No, now. I 
want to. I really want to."

She was getting as good at is as I seemed to be. It 
occurred to me that it was too bad Bryan wasn't here 
with his camera. This would have made one hot fucking 
movie. I would have watched it, a lot!

I had just enough presence of mind to be happy that my 
father wasn't home as Kelly kissed and licked her way 
around my body expertly. I felt totally relaxed and 
safe for a change. And it seemed to make a difference. 
I was hearing loud noises, moans and groans and cries 
of pleasure, and they were all coming from me!

It was not pure lust though, I really felt something 
for Kelly, and she for me. That made it better, hotter. 

She had obviously enjoyed what I had done for her, to 
her, because she repeated it with me. I was self 
conscious about having her see or touch my ass, since 
it hadn't been that many hours since it was raped. 

But apparently I was not horribly disfigured. She 
didn't scream and drop my legs and run from the room. 
And what she did felt very, very nice. 

I have no idea how many orgasms I had. I wasn't 
counting, I didn't care. It was just one long stretch 
of pure, unadulterated bliss. And when it was finally 
over, when I was finally able to move, I reached down 
and pulled her up beside me and held her so tight. And 
I whispered, "Thank you. I think I love you too."

We both giggled a little. I happened to notice the time 
and started worrying about how I could explain this to 
my father.

After a few more minutes I reluctantly said, "I think 
we better take a quick shower. I don't know what time 
my father is coming home this evening, but I wouldn't 
know how to explain the fact that I smell like pussy."

I thought about that for a moment and then I said, "On 
the other hand, I don't think my father has gotten laid 
since my Mom died. He might not recognize the smell of 
pussy. He must be almost a virgin again!"

"How long ago was that?" Kelly asked.

I had to stop and think. I used to think about it all 
of the time. She died when I was eight. It almost 
killed Dad. He had to watch her waste away and suffer 
because they wouldn't give her enough pain medication. 
Too afraid she would get addicted in her last days of 
life! 

I don't think my Dad would have survived if I hadn't 
been there, requiring his attention. He had to shield 
me from my mother's death, and then raise me as 
normally as possible. And he did a great job, if I do 
say so myself. 

"It was eight years ago," I finally answered. "She died 
of cancer."

"I'm sorry," Kelly said.

We got up and took a quick shower and got dressed. Then 
she had to go home. She had been away from home since 
Friday morning, same as me. I escorted her to the door 
and told her that I would see her on Monday. 

I watched her walk down the sidewalk for a few minutes. 
I hated to see her leave. But I had a lot of new 
clothes to wash. I started doing laundry and catching 
up on the housework. 

Dad does half of the housework, half of the cooking, 
and we take turns doing the laundry. So it isn't like I 
am being put upon. But sometimes I really hate being a 
sixteen year old housewife.

I ended up having soup for dinner. Dad didn't get home 
until after eight. We sat and talked for a while. We 
hadn't been seeing much of each other lately. I had to 
make up a lot of nice things to say about my sleepover. 
I also had to avoid telling him some nice things that 
would have turned his hair white.

By the time we went to bed that evening all of the 
housework and the laundry were done. So we had Sunday 
free. Well, I did. Dad had to mow the lawn.

I found myself spending a large part of the day 
thinking about Kelly. It was a nice change from 
thinking about Jordan all of the time. But still, I 
think it's time I got another boyfriend. That might be 
difficult now that I am becoming the school slut 
though.

I waited until my father left for work Monday morning 
to get dressed. I had already tried on the two little 
pieces of clothing that I was forced to wear. But I had 
not worn them in public. I hadn't worn them at school. 

I put the skirt on and it was no more revealing than 
the one that I wore on Friday, after I had rolled it up 
at the waist to shorten it. Actually, the new one fit 
pretty well. My father would have a fit if he saw me in 
it, it was very short. But it fit well and looked 
pretty good on me.

The problem was the chemise I would be wearing for a 
top. It was thin and silky and very pretty. If I had a 
boyfriend I would want him to see me in it. The cups 
were lacy, but they covered me, although they gave the 
impression that they didn't. But it was so thin that my 
nipples were obvious. The straps were loose and the 
cups sagged enough that, under the right conditions, a 
large portion of my breast was displayed from the side.

Our school did not have a clear dress code. It only 
specified that a student could be sent home if their 
manner of dress were deemed outrageous or indecent or 
offensive. This outfit was skirting pretty close to all 
three. 

As I had been doing since the beginning of this mess, I 
waited until the last minute and then rushed to school. 
The warning bell was ringing as I entered the building. 
I was able to make it to class on time because my 
locker is not far from the front door of the school and 
because my first class is not far from my locker.

I got a lot of looks because of my racy outfit. But it 
wasn't as bad as that first day when Jordan had 
shortened my dress with scissors in the girl's 
restroom. Actually, I believe it was harder on Rusty 
Maher, who sat beside me and stared at my left breast 
for the entire period. He had better hope that we 
aren't tested on anything was said in class today.

I went to my locker after class and traded out books 
for my two upstairs classes. Jordan came by and looked 
at me, but didn't say anything. I headed for the stairs 
and it wasn't until I was half way up the stairs that I 
got groped for the first time. I didn't even look to 
see who it was.

When I got to the second floor though, I heard Kyle's 
voice making cracks behind me. Kyle was going to be as 
big a problem as Jordan was if I didn't do something. I 
was in a hurry though and I tried to ignore him, until 
he grabbed my arm and pulled me into an alcove and 
tried to stick his hand up my skirt.

I slapped him and stepped back and as he looked at me 
with a look of pure hate I told him loudly that if he 
ever touched me again I would file rape charges against 
him.

He smirked and said, "Yeah, right bitch. It's your word 
against mine. Since you're the school slut and all, 
which one of us do you think they are going to 
believe?"

"I think they'll believe me." 

I spun around and saw Mr. Carson standing there with 
his arms crossed and a look of near fury on his face.

Kyle was instantly contrite. 

Mr. Carson said, "I suggest that you offer Miss Kimble 
your apology, Kyle. Whether or not she accepts it is up 
to her. For my part, I cannot tolerate someone who 
sexually harasses a woman and I shall spend the day 
determining whether or not to have you expelled."

There was a huge crowd gathered and Kyle was not very 
good at eating crow. But he knew he was on thin ice. He 
should recognize it; he had spent a lot of time on it 
during his school career. 

"Sara," he said, "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

I brushed by him without a word and stopped to say 
thank you to Mr. Carson before hurrying to my class. He 
nodded, but he lifted his eyebrows at my outfit.

I rushed off to my class, wondering what the odds were 
of Kyle catching me outside of school and causing me 
serious pain.

Nothing happened the rest of the morning. Not until I 
got cornered in homeroom where I usually went to relax 
during my lunch period.

Gary came in and stood behind me for a moment. He 
didn't touch me. Not yet. But I could feel someone 
standing there. I didn't know who it was until he said, 
"I'm glad Jordan picked that top. I like that one. You 
know why?"

I said, "No Gary. Why, because it's so thin?"

As far as I knew there was only one other student in 
the room this afternoon, Doug, from my History class. I 
hoped that he wasn't paying any attention, because I 
had a bad feeling about this.

"No," Gary said. "Because all I have to do is slide 
these little straps down and I can look at your tits." 

And he did.

And about ten seconds later Doug slugged him and he was 
lying on the floor, holding what appeared to be a 
broken nose.

I hurriedly covered my breasts and stood up. I tried to 
push Doug out. I didn't want him getting into trouble 
over me. But he didn't even seem to notice. His face 
was bright red and he looked furious.

"Doug," I said, in one of those loud whispers. You know 
the ones, when you want someone to listen, but don't 
want anyone to notice. Yeah, they never work.

Finally I punched his shoulder and he looked at me. 

"Thank you Doug. I very much appreciate that. But I am 
not worth getting in trouble over. Not anymore. You may 
be the only one in this building that hasn't noticed. 
Please, get out of here before someone comes in."

"Not again, Miss Kimble!"

I spun around and there in the door was Mr. Carson. 

"Oh shit!" I muttered.

"Mr. Carson, please, I can explain," I pleaded with 
him. It wasn't Doug's fault. He was defending me."

"You seem to be in need of a lot of that lately," he 
said sarcastically. "You don't suppose it has anything 
to do with the way you have begun dressing do you?"

He looked down at Gary, who was just now starting to 
struggle to his feet, and he said, "Young man, I 
suggest you report to the school nurse and have her 
look at that nose you injured when you stumbled into 
the door."

"Yes sir," Gary mumbled and rushed out.

Mr. Carson shut the door and ordered Doug and I to sit 
down. He turned the desk in front of us around and sat 
down with a look that plainly said he was losing his 
patience. It killed me that I was becoming a 
disappointment to one of my two favorite teachers. Well 
lately I guess I have been letting them all down.

"Miss Kimble, Sara, you said you could explain. I think 
that it is long past time that you did just that. 
Something, something bad, is obviously going on here 
and this meeting isn't over until I find out what it 
is. I might add that your father is an old friend of 
mine from college, one call from me and he can be here 
in ten minutes."

I collapsed. There was no way out of this. I was 
cooked, no matter what I did or didn't say. All I knew 
for sure was that I couldn't keep this up. One more 
week under Jordan's thumb and I would slit my wrists.

"OK, I will tell you everything. But please let Doug 
go. I don't want him to hear this. It is bad enough 
that I have to tell you."

"I will let him go when I know what his involvement 
is," Mr. Carson said.

"Gary dropped my top and Doug decked him," I said. 
"Doug was just defending me."

I reached out my hand and put it on Doug's shoulder and 
said, "Thanks Doug, I really do appreciate it."

Doug smiled and said, "That's OK, he's needed that for 
a while."

"Sara," Mr. Carson said, "What in the world is going on 
with you?"

He was like a damned bulldog!

"I am being blackmailed! Okay! Jordan got mad at me 
when you caught her cheating and she had one of her 
nerd friends, Bryan Hunt I assume, hide some kiddy porn 
on my dad's home computer and they said that if I 
didn't do everything they said that they will call the 
cops and my father will go to jail and lose his job. 
Jordan has been making me dress like a slut, no, that 
isn't right, she has made me act like a slut, since 
last Wednesday when she got caught cheating. I couldn't 
even tell you the disgusting things that she had made 
me do."

Mr. Carson stood up with a look on his face that scared 
the hell out of me.

"Doug," he said quietly, "go get ready for your next 
class. Please don't say anything about this. I'm going 
to take care of it."

Doug winked at me and picked up his books and left. Mr. 
Carson put his arm around my shoulder and led me out of 
the room. As we walked he said, "I am so sad that you 
didn't trust me enough to come to me with this Sara. I 
thought we were close."

"Mr. Carson! Don't say that! You are one of my two 
favorite teachers. Ever! But I was scared. Jordan is 
crazy. She'll do it. How do you defend against 
something like that?"

"By letting the people who know what they are doing 
handle it. Come on young lady."

I was led to the principal's office and that is where I 
spent most of the rest of the day. I told my story a 
half a dozen times. I told it once to the Principal, 
twice more when two different sets of cops came. I had 
to tell it again when my father arrived. I had to write 
it out and have it notarized.

By the end of the day Jordan, Kevin, Chuck, Gary, 
Bryan, Eric, Owen, Paige, and Kyle had all been 
arrested. They were still making up their minds about 
Kelly because I said that she didn't make me do 
anything and had tried to help me on several occasions. 
And besides, she was backing up everything that I was 
saying.

The cops picked up the Stewarts and they were locked 
up. They were looking for Jerry, the biker that won the 
raffle. I also heard that the Goodwill store was closed 
until the investigation was complete. More arrests were 
pending.

I have my life back, mostly. I don't get to be a virgin 
again. But after the first day or so I wasn't really 
that upset. Besides, I have started dating Doug, and on 
our third date he found out how much I learned in those 
four days that I was Jordan's sex slave. He really 
appreciates it too. I was afraid that the more he heard 
about what happened the less he would want to have 
anything to do with me. 

But it didn't work out that way. He has a lot going for 
him. He is handsome, smart, easy going, open minded, 
not a jock, and he is an excellent lover, very 
considerate too.

They decided not to prosecute Kelly. I was relieved 
that she wasn't mad at me for telling. It turns out 
that she was glad. She hated what was happening and she 
was thinking of telling. We still get together, a lot. 
Sometimes we keep our clothes on, but if the 
opportunity presents itself we get naked and go crazy. 
Well, a little crazy anyway.

The gang of nine were expelled and as soon as they got 
out on bail the Stewarts and their darling daughter 
skipped town in the middle of the night. That pretty 
much took the backbone out of the rest of them. 

They did find kiddy porn hidden on my Dad's computer. 
They also found the identical pictures on Bryan's 
computer, along with thousands more. He finally 
admitted planting it on Dad's computer after school 
while Jordan and her friends were delaying me.

I finally met Kelly's boyfriend, Gregg. It turns out 
that I hadn't met him because he doesn't go to our 
school. He is in the Army Reserves and he was away on 
active duty when all of this happened. He joined the 
Reserves to get help with college tuition. Kelly and 
Gregg and Doug and I do things together a lot.

I went through all of the clothing that I had gotten 
from Goodwill. I kept some of the nicer things, but 
most of it is waiting in bags to go back to them when 
they reopen.

I learned a lot about my Dad during all of this. He is 
a lot more open minded than I thought that he was, and 
a lot less judgmental. We finally sat down and did some 
real talking, actual communication. I found out that 
those late night research sessions had actually been 
dates with a single mom that he had met. I finally met 
dad's new girlfriend a couple of days ago and she is 
very nice. I might be getting a younger brother soon!

Dad took me to our doctor and had me examined and 
tested and without comment got me an honest 
prescription for birth control.

I think that's it. If you have any questions, email me.

THE END

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have 
enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank 
you.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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