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

***

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She answered, "I'm getting one."

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

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

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

But she didn't say anything else.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Doing what?!" I asked. 

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

I asked, "Are you doing something illegal?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was stunned. My best friend was a prostitute! 

I asked, "What kinds of gross things?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How often do you go over there?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said, "One hundred dollars?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you?" I asked.

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

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

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

I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I kissed her and said, "Liar!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like what?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I blushed and responded, "I almost did."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I quickly answered, "Yes sir!" 

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

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

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

I nodded, blushing more deeply again.

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

I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was going to taste it now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he hung up without even saying goodbye!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She replied, "Our lives have gotten bizarre."

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

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

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

I looked at her questioningly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She shook her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded and said, "Thank you sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then it was time to start.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled and said, "Thank you sir." 

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

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

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

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

I smiled and said, "Deal!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dale exclaimed, "Sara!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I didn't want to hear that.

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

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

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

I didn't like the sound of that.

I decided to change the subject. I said, "He gave me 
the website where he is posting our pictures. I want to 
see it. Do you know anyone that has internet access 
that you trust? I don't think it's a good idea to check 
it out at the library."

She smiled and said, "I know someone. But he won't do 
it for free. He probably already goes to that site 
though. He lives one block over from me and he came to 
one of Mr. Todd's parties to fuck me. So he must have 
found the site and offered to pay to fuck me. I'll ask 
him."

I shuddered and said, "It never occurred to me that 
someone in this town would be seeing those pictures! It 
must really suck that someone you know saw them!"

"I didn't know him," she said. "He just saw me around 
and recognized me. He didn't even know where I lived. 
But yeah, it was kinda creepy."

I asked, "Are you going to Mr. Todd's house tomorrow? 
He gave me the day off."

She shook her head and said, "I don't have to go back 
until Monday."

I smiled and said, "Me too!" Then I asked, "Would you 
mind going to the drug store with me after school 
tomorrow? I am kind of nervous about that. I've never 
gotten a prescription for anything before, much less 
birth control pills."

She smiled and said, "There's nothing to it. I'll be 
happy go with you."

I had one more question. "I passed Dale and Kevin on 
the way home. They saw the cum on my face. I told them 
that I would tell them about it tomorrow. I didn't know 
what to tell them. I was wondering what you thought of 
asking them if they wanted to go to work for Mr. Todd. 
They are nice kids. Kevin is only thirteen but he is 
big for his age."

She didn't seem too fond of the idea. She said, "I 
don't know. I don't know if he wants more boys. You 
better check with him first. I don't know him very 
well. Don't forget, I've only been going there for 
three weeks."

I had forgotten. She was so helpful to me and such a 
comfort that I had to keep reminding myself that she 
was new at this too.

We went back to my room so that she could change back 
into her school clothes. While I sat and watched her 
get dressed she said, "You know, I've been going there 
for three weeks and I've only made just a little under 
twelve hundred dollars. I was pretty proud of myself. I 
can't believe how much money you made today!"

I asked, "Are you upset with me?"

She grinned and said, "Hell no. I'm a little jealous. 
But I understand. I loved fucking you too."

I laughed and said, "I'll give you some of the money 
they gave me Stace."

She looked up at me and saw that I was serious. She was 
all dressed except for her blouse. She put her blouse 
down and walked over and pulled me to my feet. She took 
me in her arms and squeezed me so hard I could hardly 
breathe. She kissed me and said, "I guess what they say 
about blondes is true. You dumb cunt! I'm happy for 
you! Stop talking like retard. If I get mad at you I 
think you know me well enough to know that I'll let you 
know."

I put my arms around her neck and said, "I love you 
Stace. You're the best friend ever."

She pulled away and pushed me back down on my bed. I 
watched her put her blouse on. As I walked her to the 
front door I suddenly remembered something. I said, 
"The guy that bought my virginity, Stan. I gave him my 
phone number. He wants to call me. He said that he 
wants to see me again but he doesn't see any reason why 
Mr. Todd should get paid when he does. He is going to 
pay me. I don't know how much but I'm sure it will be 
more than Mr. Todd gives us. Would you be interested? I 
bet he would love to see us put on a little show."

She gave me a funny look. Then she said, "Yeah, I'd be 
interested. Just make sure that Mr. Todd doesn't find 
out. Even you must see that going behind his back would 
piss him off. Be careful."

I nodded and we kissed again before I held the door 
open for her. I said, "See you in the morning."

As she started out I said, "I like the way we are now. 
I like that we kiss. But what happens when we get 
boyfriends Stace? Will we be jealous?"

She chuckled and said, "No boy is ever going to eat 
your pussy like I can, bitch. You may fall in love and 
get married and live a long, normal life. But we are 
always going to love each other. I'm not worried."

I smiled and said, "I'm glad. See you tomorrow."

She left and I went in and started doing my homework. I 
had been out of it at school for two days and I really 
had some catching up to do.

It took me a couple of hours to read what I had missed 
in class and do my homework. It was eight thirty when I 
finally packed up my books. Then I had to figure out 
how to start giving money to my mother and how much to 
give her without raising suspicion. It was a hard 
decision because I wanted to give her enough to make a 
difference but not so much that it was totally 
implausible that I had made it selling magazines.

I went to my room and got in bed. Then I swore and got 
up and got my phone out of my book bag and put it on 
the charger. I got back in bed and then I remembered 
that I hadn't eaten anything since lunch. I couldn't 
stand the thought of another sandwich though so I said 
the hell with it and tried to go to sleep. 

The problem wasn't that I was hungry. The problem was 
that my mind kept replaying the day's events. It had 
all been exciting. But that first fuck with Stan, I 
couldn't wait to see the DVD of that. I doubt if 
anything in my life will ever be as wonderful as that 
first fuck. I love Stacy and the first time with her 
had been great. I couldn't wait to do it again. But 
that first fuck…that was the perfect sexual experience. 
I didn't think there was any way that he could top that 
the next time I saw him.

I think that I had probably been asleep for a little 
over an hour when I heard something. Being alone in the 
house so much I had become a pretty light sleeper. I 
woke up and heard my mom asking, "Sara, are you awake?"

I turned my head and saw her in my bedroom door. I sat 
up and asked, "What's wrong mom?"

She came in and sat on the side of my bed. She said, 
"I'm sorry I woke you. I just had to tell you what 
happened today."

She sounded excited and after the way I found her after 
work yesterday, just knowing she was feeling excited 
was enough to wake me up.

I turned my light on and I couldn't believe it when I 
saw her face. She looked years younger than she had 
when she came home yesterday. 

She took me in her arms and held me tight and in a 
voice overflowing with happiness she said, "It's over 
baby. This scrimping on food and going without. Living 
a life of hopelessness and despair, it's all over."

I said, "Hot damn! You've become a hit woman for the 
mob! We're gonna be rich!"

She sat back and shook me and said, "Smart ass! You're 
partly right. I won't be working at Wal-mart anymore. I 
start a new job in two weeks. A steady job with normal 
hours and paid vacations and a health plan. They even 
have a retirement plan! We won't be rich but we can 
move out of here and we can get a decent car and you 
can have a computer. We can call up and order a pizza 
once in a while. We can live like normal people!"

She saw the look on my face and she stopped talking. 

She said, "Baby! What's wrong? That's good news!"

I suddenly realized that I was crying. I threw my arms 
around her and hugged her and said, "That's great mom. 
I know how much you hated working there."

She pushed me away and held me at arm's length and 
stared at my face. 

She couldn't understand. I was afraid that when she 
heard what I was thinking she would think I was being a 
silly little girl. 

She said, "Sara, talk to me."

I looked down at my hands and the tears were pouring 
from my eyes. I whispered, "I don't want to move. I 
couldn't stand it if I moved away from Stacy." 

I couldn't say anymore. I started bawling like a baby. 
She pulled me close and hugged me and in a minute I 
realized that she was laughing. 

I asked, "What? Why are you laughing?! Because I love 
my best friend?"

She sat up and said, "Honey, it will be more than a 
year before we can afford to find a decent place. I'm 
sure that by then Mr. Weaver will have straightened out 
his disability and probably gotten a bucketful of back 
pay. Maybe we could arrange to move out of here and 
still live near your best friend. I know how much you 
two mean to each other. We'll work something out. I 
promise."

She handed me a tissue from the box on my nightstand. 
When I had used it I took a deep breath and said, 
"Okay, tell me all about it."

She said, "I applied for a great job a couple of months 
ago. It was assistant manager of an upscale boutique at 
the mall. I thought I had a lock on it. A friend of 
mine said that they really liked me for the job. But 
the corporate office sent someone down to fill the 
position and they had to accept her. It turns out she 
was a drunk and a thief and they finally got rid of 
her. They called me tonight and said that the job was 
mine if I still wanted it."

"I start in two weeks. But I promise that I'll start 
saving slowly. Maybe by the time we get enough money 
saved up to move you will have gone away to college."

I laughed and said, "Oh yeah, the colleges will be 
lined up to take me!"

She replied, "Honey, you aren't stupid. I know we make 
those dumb blonde jokes too often. But you know you 
aren't dumb."

I smiled and said, "No, I don't think I'm dumb. But I'm 
not a scholar either. I get passing grades by working 
my butt off. I just don't learn well. We both know it 
and it's just the way I am. I am not dyslexic. I don't 
have any disabilities. I'm just not a good student. It 
is hard for me to memorize things. I don't know why but 
we both know it is true. If you have been stashing away 
a college fund for me then now is the time to get it 
out and buy food. I'll go next door and wake up Mrs. 
Williams and call for a pizza on her phone."

Mom laughed and said, "We'll talk about this later. I 
just wanted you to know that things are going to change 
around here, and soon."

I smiled and thought, "They already have!"

Mom kissed me and went to bed. I guess she didn't want 
a sandwich either. Then I thought that now might be a 
good time to tell her that I had some money. I got up 
and got a hundred dollars out of my hidden stash. I 
went down the hall and knocked on her door. She came 
and opened it a crack and peeked out. That was strange. 
It wasn't like I never saw her naked.

I handed her a one hundred dollar bill through the 
crack and started to return to my room. There was 
silence for a few seconds and suddenly she cried out, 
"Where did you get this?!"

I turned back and the door to her room was wide open. 
She was naked and I smiled, not at the shock on her 
face but at the big black dildo that was lying in plain 
view on her bed.

I said, "I got paid today. I got a job selling 
magazines on commission in the neighborhood. It doesn't 
pay much but I thought it would help. That's two weeks 
commissions. I was going to surprise you with a steak 
dinner tomorrow night when you got home. But I guess 
it's better to let you handle the money."

She reached behind her door and grabbed her robe and 
pulled it on. She closed her door and led me back to my 
room. Inside she said, "Okay, let's talk. Tell me about 
this job."

I had clipped out the ad and I showed it to her. I had 
figured out what I was going to tell her. I hated lying 
to her. But I thought that for the next few weeks we 
could still use a little extra money. After that I 
would keep my money to myself.

After she looked at the ad I explained, or should I say 
I lied and said that we went out as a team, that we had 
adult supervision at all times, that we never entered a 
home. I tried to cover all the things that I thought 
would come to her mind to scare her. I told her that I 
only worked a couple of hours a day and that I was 
still getting all of my homework done and going to bed 
early.

She didn't like it but I could see that she was happy 
to have the money. Then she smiled and said, "I can't 
take your money. You have had nothing all of your life. 
Here, take it and blow it. I don't care if spend it all 
on candy."

I didn't take it of course. I hugged her and said, "I'm 
not that fond of candy. I'd rather we went out for a 
good meal. I'm sick to death of tuna fish and peanut 
butter. And a coke would be nice now and then. No, I 
don't want it mom. You take it. I'll work until you 
start your new job and then I'll quit. That was why I 
took this stupid job, so you wouldn't worry so much."

She kissed me and said, "I love you Sara. You are the 
best daughter a mother could have. Thank you. I promise 
to pay you back, soon."

She started to leave and I asked, "What was that you 
said about a computer?"

She smiled and said, "With my very first paycheck."

Just before I finally went to sleep I pictured that 
big, black dildo on her bed. I wonder where she got 
that.

On Friday morning I got up quietly and put some money 
and my prescription for birth control pills in my book 
bag and waited outside for Stacy. I was too nervous and 
excited to eat my cereal. 

We talked about my mom's new job all the way to school. 
She was as horrified as I was at the possibility that I 
might move away from her. She also noted the irony of 
my mother getting a new job two days after I started 
selling my ass to help out with the money.

I had to admit that, although that had been a 
consideration, I wasn't doing it for the money. Stacy 
got a kick out me catching my mom about to make use of 
that dildo we had been playing around with.

I was better able to concentrate in class today. I was 
somewhat surprised at myself. I hardly gave a thought 
to the fact that I was no longer a virgin. It was 
really a matter of little consequence once it was in 
the past. I had no regrets, only fond memories. It had 
been a very exciting afternoon. 

When school let out in the afternoon we walked a couple 
of blocks to the drug store. I was nervous about 
turning in my prescription but the druggist looked it 
over and accepted it without comment. No accusations, 
no recriminations, not even a dirty look for the young 
whore getting birth control pills.

Stacy and I looked around the store for a while. It was 
the first time I had ever been in a store with money to 
blow in my pocket and I didn't buy a thing. Now that I 
had money the things that were unaffordable two days 
ago were suddenly much less desirable.

When the druggist called my name I picked up my pills 
and we walked a block to a fast food restaurant. I had 
been craving a big, fat, greasy cheeseburger and a coke 
for months. We placed our order and sat outside and 
although I had eaten very little in the last few days I 
could only eat half of the burger. I guess my stomach 
was shrunk. Either that or my body had lost its 
tolerance for greasy junk food.

We stopped at a shop that sold computers and looked 
around. Neither one of us knew anything about them. We 
knew that having one would make school work easier. But 
we realized that we couldn't just walk in and buy a 
computer. We were going to have to get some advice from 
a geek. We did manage to get some idea of what a 
computer was going to cost though.

We left there and I stopped and bought a six pack of 
coke at a convenience store. Then we walked home. We 
went out of our way to avoid Mountain Street. We 
assumed that Mr. Todd would be busy molesting one or 
more of the other kids and wouldn't see us going past. 
But we didn't want to take any chances.

At my house I put the coke in the fridge and went into 
my room. Stacy sat on my bed while I got undressed. I 
was about to put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt but 
as I started to pull the sorts on she stopped me. She 
reached out and gently took the shorts from me. I 
looked in her eyes and I smiled at what I saw there. 
She wanted to play!

I did too. I said, "Let me take a shower first."

She stood up and said, "I liked the shower we took 
yesterday. Let's do that again."

That sounded like a plan.

I helped her undress and we went to the bathroom. I 
turned on the hot water in the tub and got out two 
clean towels. We spent the next twenty minutes or so 
shampooing and rinsing and soaping and getting better 
acquainted with each other's bodies.

After we dried off we hurried back to my room in the 
nude. As I entered my room I saw movement out of the 
corner of my eye and I screamed and stopped suddenly. 
Stacy ran into the back of me and cried out, "What? 
What is it?!"

I realized that it was Brian. He was standing in front 
of my dresser pawing through my underwear. I yelled, 
"God damn it Brian! You scared the shit out of me. I 
may have to fuck you, but god damn it you don't have 
the right to come into my house without permission any 
time you fucking want. Don't you ever do that again!"

He just stood there grinning and I went over and took a 
handful of my underwear away from him and shoved it 
back in my dresser and slammed the drawer. I was 
furious.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the throat 
and said, "You stupid cunt! Don't you ever yell at me 
again! And whoever gave you the idea that you could 
tell me what to do and what not to do was lying to you, 
bitch. Now listen up. I brought a couple of friends 
over and they are waiting for us out in the living 
room. They don't know about Todd so keep your fucking 
mouth shut and just do what you are told. Do you have 
any questions?"

I said, "I have to fuck you Brian. And I guess I have 
to fuck your friends. But if you don't want to end up 
in the emergency room having a bullet removed from your 
ass you had better not ever come into my home uninvited 
again. And I don't need anyone's permission to tell you 
that. I am not jerking you around you son of a bitch."

He was pissed but I think he finally got the message. 
He took his hand off of my throat and nodded his head 
in the direction of the door. I followed Stacy out into 
the hallway and to the living room. 

I didn't know who was going to be there. I wasn't real 
pleased with who I saw out there. They were both a 
couple of the losers that Brian hung out with. Walt was 
fifteen but I was pretty sure that Jimmy was almost 
seventeen. I knew he had been held back at least once. 
They were losers and bullies. They were the kind of 
guys that I always avoided. 

When they saw us their eyes lit up and they sat there 
staring at us with arrogant looks on their faces when 
we entered the room.

Brian pushed Stacy over to where they were sitting and 
said, "This slut is all yours guys. I'm going to take a 
ride on Sara. I haven't had a chance to fuck her yet."

I had just enough time to see them pull her down 
between them on the couch and start pawing her before 
Brian turned me around and started kissing me and 
groping me. 

I had been very excited when I got out of the shower a 
few minutes ago. My pussy was still wet but the 
excitement was gone now. I stood still and let him do 
what he wanted without bothering to struggle. I knew it 
would be futile.

Brian groped me for a few moments before he stepped 
back and started undressing rapidly. I waited for him 
to finish and tell me what he wanted me to do next. 
When he was naked he turned me so that I was facing 
Stacy and his two friends. He pushed me to my knees and 
got down behind me. 

I felt his cock entering me and while he fucked me I 
watched Jimmy force Stacy down between his legs. She 
struggled with his pants for a minute and then she 
started sucking his cock.

Walt stood up and his gaze went back and forth between 
me and Stacy as he undressed. I guess he was trying to 
decide who he wanted to put his cock in. He chose Stacy 
and he got down behind her and after he repositioned 
her he started working his cock into her from behind.

Our little mini orgy lasted for a couple of hours. All 
three boys fucked both of us and Stacy sucked off Jimmy 
and her brother. Walt and Jimmy both got a kick out of 
watching Brian have sex with his sister. He bragged 
about fucking her every day. Any time he wanted. They 
offered their assistance whenever he needed it. 

When all three boys were sated they made Stacy and I 
put on a little show for them. I was afraid that it 
would get them going again but after they watched us 
eat each other to an orgasm they got up and left 
without saying a word to us.

As soon as they left we took another shower. Then we 
went to my room and cuddled on my bed. I held her close 
and whispered, "I'm sorry Stace. That wasn't quite what 
I had in mind for the afternoon."

She kissed me and said, "Why are you apologizing? It 
was my asshole brother that ruined it."

I smiled and said, "I don't know. I just feel bad."

She grinned and said, "You have really changed lately. 
You are growing quite a set of balls. I was surprised 
when you told him off like that. I wanted to cheer you 
on but if I did I'd catch hell later in my room. And 
the way you stood up to Mr. Todd! You sure have changed 
in the last few days."

We just held each other for a while and enjoyed being 
close and naked. I was trying not to think about it 
getting late. I didn't want her to leave.

We had been lying together for fifteen minutes or so 
when Stacy asked, "Have you been practicing with your 
mother's dildo?"

I shuddered as I pictured that big black thing on her 
bed last night. It had been inside of her just last 
night! For some reason the idea of putting it in my 
body so soon after it had been in hers troubled me. 

It didn't trouble Stacy though. She chuckled and said, 
"I didn't think so. Get up on your hands and knees, 
bitch. Assume the position!"

I wanted to stop her. She didn't really give me a 
chance though. She was out of bed and gone from my room 
before I could think of a way to explain what I was 
feeling.

I sat up on the side of my bed. I intended to tell her 
that I really didn't want to do this. But she wasn't 
taking no for an answer. She came back in, sniffing the 
obscene thing as she walked. She smiled and said, "We 
put it away clean the day before yesterday. I smell 
pussy!"

Then she turned to me and said, "Come on Sara. It's for 
your own good. Get up!"

I groaned in frustration, mostly at my inability to say 
no to her. I got up and turned around and got on my 
hands and knees on the bed. When I was ready Stacy 
said, "You really have a beautiful ass Sara. I've never 
said that to another girl before. Sometimes I look at 
you or I touch you and I really wish I had a cock. You 
are so sexy!"

I wryly responded, "Yeah, and you'd make a great guy. 
Shut up and fuck my ass."

She laughed and a moment later I felt her fingers, 
coated with that cold lubricant, as they began to 
penetrate my tight little asshole.

I grunted as they first entered me. I thought about 
that big dildo and asked, "Stace is that thing going to 
fuck me up? I don't want my butt all stretched out."

She assured me that my body was extremely elastic and 
that the only effect would be that when Buster Butt, as 
the girls all called him, finally got around to fucking 
my ass it wouldn't hurt so much.

I guess I was all in favor of that. I put my head down 
and let her work that greasy crap into my ass and then 
add more with two fingers. Finally she started working 
the dildo into my ass again and I did notice that it 
went in easier this time. It was still very 
uncomfortable. But not as bad as the first time. 

She slowly worked it into me, deeper and deeper until 
once more the big rubber balls were pressed into the 
crack of my ass. She gave me a moment to adjust to 
being stretched like that and then she started slowly 
fucking my ass with it. 

She had been doing that for a minute or two when I felt 
her free hand reach under me and her fingers began to 
tickly my pussy. I noticed an immediate difference. I 
no longer concentrated so much on the pain and fear 
that I had to go to the bathroom.

I wouldn't go so far as to say that it became pleasant. 
But it became a lot less unpleasant.

She kept fucking me with that damned thing for a good 
five minutes. Just before she pulled it out she said, 
"There, that was a lot easier this time. Wasn't it 
Sara?"

I hated to admit it but I guess she was right. I nodded 
and then I said, "Yeah, a little I guess. Please take 
it out now. That's enough for today."

She slowly pulled it out and I sighed in relief as it 
finally was removed from my body. Stacy laughed and 
said, "Aw, come on! You didn't even pant this time!"

She ordered me to stay where I was and she rushed out 
of the room. I didn't know what she had in mind for me 
now. I also didn't know why I was following her orders. 
But I did.

She was gone for several minutes and she came back in 
with the dildo. She had just washed it off. She moved 
back over behind me and I exclaimed, "Stacy! Not 
again!"

She explained, "I can't put it back like this Sara. 
It's clean. Your mom used it last night and it was 
obvious. We need to put some pussy juice back on this 
thing."

Before I could say a word she was working that thing 
into my pussy from behind!

After she had it started she reached around and started 
tickling my clit again. Now this was more interesting! 
I relaxed and enjoyed it as she began to fuck me with 
that fat dildo. It was larger than any cock I had yet 
experienced and I was a little nervous. But it felt 
great. I knew that I was going to have to find out how 
to get one of those.

She was probably getting pretty tired but she kept it 
up until I reached orgasm. I think that there could be 
no doubt that Stacy was one of my better fucks! Not as 
good as Stan maybe, but for someone that didn't have a 
cock she was a damned good fuck.

She slowly pulled it out of me and set it on its end on 
my nightstand.

I waited until I got my breath back and then I said, 
"Damn! That was pretty fucking hot! We need to find out 
how to get one of those."

I got up carefully and said, "Get comfortable. I'll be 
right back. I have to clean all that grease off of my 
butt."

She sat down and I went and washed my butt off. I also 
wiped my drooling pussy. Then I went back to my room 
and pushed Stacy over on her back. I knelt on the floor 
between her legs and pushed them apart. 

She moaned as my fingertips moved gently over her and 
she said, "You know you don't have to do this."

I laughed and said, "You lying bitch! If I didn't do 
this now you'd be pissed and you know it."

She laughed and said, "Yeah, I'm pretty fucking horny 
right now."

I leaned down and started kissing and then licking all 
around her pussy. I was fascinated by her sex. I loved 
that bright red bush and the tight little slit that 
glistened with moisture. I loved the way she reacted 
when I touched it, or when I tasted it. It turned me on 
almost as much as it turned her on.

I kissed her for a long time and I blew gently against 
her moist opening. Then said, "Stace, I love you." And 
then I demonstrated just how much I loved her. I began 
licking and sucking and using my fingers. I did 
everything that I knew she liked. I loved the way her 
face and her neck and her chest turned dark red and her 
body twitched uncontrollably. Her breathing became loud 
and raspy. And those moans of pleasure affected me 
almost as much as my tongue affected her.

Her hands grasped my hair and her thighs closed around 
my head. She screamed loudly and had a massive orgasm. 
I wanted to keep going but she gasped and pushed my 
head away. She shook her head and begged me to stop. 
She said, "Please Sara, no more. I love you. I love 
what you do to me. But I'm exhausted. That was 
fantastic, but I can't do it again, not right away."

I giggled and said, "Serves you right! At least I'm not 
raping your ass, bitch."

She sat up and pulled me up on top of her. She put her 
arms around me and we kissed passionately. She stopped 
to lick my face clean and once more I was aware of her 
breasts against my own. It was such a sensuous feeling.

We kissed some more and then we just held each other 
for a few minutes. Just before I rolled off of her I 
asked, "Do you like that as much as I do? I mean the 
way your breasts feel against mine? It's different when 
you're naked, isn't it?"

She answered, "Yeah, I noticed that. You don't notice 
it so much when you hug another woman with your clothes 
on. But then, when we do that it's normally your mom or 
someone like that. I never paid much attention until 
the last few weeks."

She glanced at the clock and said, "I wish I could stay 
Sara. I hate leaving you alone here."

She sighed and said, "Actually, lately I hate going 
home. Brian is getting to be a real pain in the ass. 
But I love being with you, now more than ever."

We were quiet for a second while she got up and started 
looking around for her clothes. As she started dressing 
she said, "We better find us a couple of boyfriends 
fast or we are going to turn into lesbians. I can see 
where the guys are going to have a tough time competing 
with you when it comes to making love."

I laughed and said, "My mom won't let me have a 
boyfriend. I haven't asked her about a girlfriend. I 
guess she assumes that isn't a problem."

When she was finished dressing she took the dildo and 
the lubricant back into my mother's room and put them 
back the way she had found them. I walked her to the 
door and told her that I'd call her tomorrow. I didn't 
know what my mother had planned but I wanted to spend a 
little time with her. I hardly ever got to see her 
anymore.

Stacy understood. She gave me a hug and a big kiss and 
then she left.

I started working on my homework. It went much easier 
tonight. When I was half way through I decided to do 
something that I had never done before. I went next 
door and asked my neighbor if I could look something up 
in their phone book. Then I came home and called out 
for a pizza on my cell phone. 

It had been more than a year since I had a pizza. As 
soon as I hung up the phone my mouth started watering. 
I got the money from my room and sat at the table. I 
worked on my homework until the pizza arrived. 

The smell was driving me crazy. I slammed the door and 
rushed to the kitchen and put a couple of pieces on a 
plate. I got a cold coke out of the refrigerator and 
had a fucking feast! It was almost as good as sex!

I gulped them both down and I couldn't help myself, I 
had to have another. When I was finished I put the rest 
of the pizza in the fridge for my mother and went back 
to my homework.

I had only been working for a few minutes when my cell 
phone rang. I was afraid that it was Mr. Todd but it 
was Stan. 

I answered it and he apologized for calling so late. He 
asked if I could talk and I told him that I could. He 
thanked me again for the wonderful time that he had 
yesterday. He was very sweet and I thanked him for 
making my first time so much fun. 

We talked for several minutes before he got around to 
what I knew he really wanted. He asked when he could 
see me again. I told him that I didn't know my after 
school schedule in advance and I asked him if he could 
get away for a little while in the evening. 

He said that was not a problem and I asked what he told 
his wife when he went away for the evening like that. 
He sounded embarrassed. He said, "If you see Terry 
again I would appreciate it if you didn't say anything 
to him. My wife and I have been separated for months 
and it looks like we are going to get divorced. I don't 
want that getting out if I can help it. So in answer to 
your question, getting away in the evening is easier 
than during the day."

I said, "Well, I have to be honest, I would like to see 
you again. I really enjoyed being with you. I shouldn't 
tell you this, but my mom is working until midnight for 
at least the next two weeks. I know it's a long drive 
for you, but if you want to drive down and see me then 
just call and let me know you are coming. As long as 
you are out of here before she gets home we can enjoy 
some time together. It would be a good idea if you park 
down the street and walk to my house though."

I gave him my address and we agreed to try for Tuesday. 
I didn't know how long I would be at Mr. Todd's house 
after school on Monday. And I didn't know if he was 
going to punish me as he had promised. I might not be 
in any shape to entertain when he was finished with me.

I gave him my address, though not without a little 
discomfort in the back of my mind when I did it. We 
talked for a little longer and said goodnight. I found 
that I was excited about the prospect of spending some 
time alone with him. I should ask him when he called 
again though. He might enjoy it if I invited Stacy 
over. I'm pretty sure that she would like him.

I finally finished my homework and put my books up. I 
sat in my room for a few minutes then. It was getting 
late but I sat there and hated the silence for a while. 
I was so tired of being alone every evening. I used to 
have the television on all the time but it started 
getting on my nerves. I hardly ever watch it and it was 
just noise. It didn't really make me feel any less 
alone.

I went to bed at ten but I couldn't sleep. I was 
thinking about my mom's new job and the fact that I was 
finally going to get a computer like everyone else in 
my fucking class except for Stacy. But mostly I was 
wondering what my punishment was going to be and if I 
would find out on Monday and I wondered too what it 
would be like to have sex with Stan when it was just 
the two of us and we didn't have the other three 
waiting their turn and Brian sending our picture out on 
the internet.

It was after midnight when I realized what time it was 
and decided that since I didn't have to go to school 
tomorrow I'd get up and heat up the pizza for mom and 
we could sit and talk for a while.

Mom was so pleased with the prospect of pizza and coke 
that she didn't even ask about the money. I had another 
piece and we sat and talked for over an hour. We made 
plans for tomorrow and she talked about her plans once 
she started her new job. She was pretty excited.

That was understandable. She had worked at a job she 
hated for a company she despised for a very long time 
just so that we could get by. Her employer prospered by 
taking advantage of its employees and the poor people 
who were its suppliers. Only the family that owned the 
company prospered.

We ate and sipped coke and talked until we both started 
falling asleep. We went to bed and got up early 
Saturday, her one day off, to have a normal family day 
together. We even splurged and went out to a good 
restaurant for dinner. We ended the day with grocery 
shopping. And this time we bought food!

It wasn't steaks and lobster. But there was meat and 
some deli for sandwiches at lunch time. We bought bacon 
and eggs. We had to carry it home in bags so we 
couldn't go overboard. But it was so nice to have food 
in the house for a change.

Mom had to work on Sunday. We spent the day together 
until she left in the early afternoon. I was sitting in 
front of the television about an hour after she left 
when there was a knock on the door. 

I got up and answered it. It was Brian, standing there 
with a pissed off look on his face. He asked, "Is this 
better, bitch?"

I sighed and answered, "Yes Brian. Much better. That 
wasn't so hard was it?"

He glowered at me and asked, "Are you alone?"

I nodded and he pushed past me and said, "Get your 
clothes off."

This guy was getting to be a real pain in the ass!

I took my t-shirt and my shorts and underwear off and 
he watched me with an arrogant look on his face. He 
obviously loved having this much power over girls.

He undressed and started to sit on the couch. But then 
he changed his mind and took my hand. He pulled me down 
the hall to my bedroom and went in and stretched out on 
my bed on his stomach. 

I almost asked him if he was waiting for me to fuck him 
in his ass. I bit my tongue though. I figured he was 
already pissed off enough.

He ordered me to get up on the bed and lick his entire 
body from his neck to the bottoms of his feet.

I looked at him like he was crazy. He just smiled and 
said, "Mr. Todd is already pissed at you. Do you want 
me to tell him that you refused to do something I told 
you to do?"

I was actually considering it when he asked, "Have you 
seen the website yet?"

I shook my head. I was still waiting for Stacy to 
arrange for us to see it at her local pervert's house.

He smiled and said, "You should. I think you'll like 
the pictures. You'll especially like Sharon's 
punishment pictures. Have you ever seen a dog fuck a 
girl? Sharon didn't care for it but we all thought it 
was pretty amusing."

The sick bastard! Before I could stop myself I asked, 
"As amusing as you sucking a cock, Brian?"

That was a mistake. His face turned nearly purple with 
rage. He stared daggers at me for a moment and then he 
said, "I guess you'll find out for yourself, cunt. Now 
get to work. And when you get to my asshole, plan on 
spending a lot of time there. I like that."

Under my breath I said, "Fuck! Me and my big mouth!"

I sighed loudly and crawled up on the bed. I leaned 
over and started licking Brian's neck as ordered. I 
took my time and tried not to miss any places. It was 
demeaning and it was tiring but I had done many more 
disgusting things in the last few days.

I licked my way down his back until I got to his ass. I 
licked all the way around the cheeks of his ass and I 
was just about to spread them apart and lick the crack 
when he said, "Skip that for now. Lick down to the 
bottoms of my feet and then work your way back up to my 
ass. Then you can spend some time there."

I obeyed of course. That was what I did now.

I didn't enjoy it, but he was clean and it wasn't so 
unpleasant.

I started to brush off the bottoms of his feet when I 
got that far but he said, "Stop that! That's what your 
tongue is for you nasty cunt!"

I was grateful that I had just vacuumed. His feet were 
clean. It was just the idea of what I was doing that 
bothered me.

I worked my way back up to his skinny ass and spread 
the cheeks of his butt apart. I ran my tongue up and 
down through the crack a couple of times and then 
started licking his asshole. 

He shuddered in pleasure and even moaned a few times. I 
found that curious. I had never realized that it was an 
erogenous zone. I had certainly not been excited when 
Stacy had attacked my ass with that fat dildo. I wonder 
though if a tongue there might be more pleasant. I 
resolved to try that on Stacy the first chance that I 
got.

Brian made me spend a long time working between the 
cheeks of his ass. He ordered me to burrow my tongue 
inside as deep as I could. By the time he finally 
stopped me my jaw and my tongue were both exhausted.

But I wasn't finished.

He turned over and said, "Now it's time to do the 
front. Start at my forehead and work down to my toes. 
Save my cock for last. And don't skip my armpits, 
bitch."

If you haven't tried this, take my word for it. It is a 
lot harder than it sounds. It is much more tiring than 
simply nestling between someone's legs and licking and 
sucking on their sexual organs. This was hard work!

I licked my way back down Brian's body, detouring to 
get his armpits. It wasn't as bad as it sounds. As I 
said, he was clean. But he was sweaty and it was 
unpleasant.

I worked my way down to his toes and sucked on each of 
them before licking my way back up to his balls. I 
licked then and took them into my mouth and sucked on 
them gently. Then I started sucking his cock. Most of 
what I had just done, I'm sure, was more to humiliate 
me than to cause him pleasure. But now it was all about 
pleasing him. His cock wasn't that big and sucking it 
was no problem. Besides, all of the licking got him 
warmed up and it wasn't long before he filled my mouth 
with cum. 

I swallowed carefully and held his cock in my mouth 
until it was soft and he pushed me away. 

I sat up and rubbed my tired neck. He got out of my bed 
on the other side and went out to the living room. I 
followed him out and we both got dressed in silence. 
Just before he left he gave me an evil look and said, 
"I hope he makes you do a dog, bitch. You need to learn 
what you are good for. Maybe I should tell Mr. Todd 
what an awful mouth you have on you. Maybe he would 
make you suck off that mutt instead of letting him fuck 
your sorry ass."

With that pleasant picture planted in my head he turned 
and left.

I had only just gotten comfortable again when there was 
another knock at the door. I seemed to be getting 
popular all of a sudden! I got up, hoping it was Stacy. 
I opened the door and there were Dale and Kevin.

Dale said, "Hi Sara. You were going to explain to us 
how come you had cum all over your face on the way home 
on Thursday."

He was obviously embarrassed but I think he suspected 
that something was going on and he was hoping, maybe 
not to turn it to his advantage, but at the very least 
for a titillating story. I suppose that his mind wasn't 
working nearly as hard right now as his hormones. He 
was my age and I knew that there was only one thing on 
his mind.

I had forgotten all about them after talking them over 
with Stacy. I hadn't given any thought to an 
explanation for walking down a public sidewalk in the 
afternoon with streams of cum across my face.

I didn't want to let them in. But neither did I want 
them standing in my door and being spotted by my next 
door neighbor. There were enough strange boys coming to 
my house when my mother wasn't home.

I glanced next door and it didn't look like anyone was 
home. I stepped back and let the boys in and offered 
them a seat on the couch. The television was on but I 
wasn't watching anything so I turned it off and stood 
there, trying to think of something to say that could 
explain what they had seen.

Finally I just shrugged and said, "Guys, I don't know 
what to say. If I tell you what happened I will be 
breaking my word to someone else. To be honest, I was 
going to make up a story to tell you. But I forgot all 
about it and I can't think of any plausible excuse that 
I can give you. And I can't tell you the truth."

Dale looked more embarrassed than I was. He was 
blushing and trying hard to keep his eyes focused on my 
face. He said, "We talked about trying to blackmail 
you, threaten to tell your mom or something. Just so we 
could get you take your clothes off. We were hoping 
that we could get you to undress in front of us. We've 
never seen a girl naked. But I don't want to blackmail 
you."

He stood up and said, "I'm sorry we bothered you."

Then he turned and said, "Come on Kevin. Let's go."

I couldn't believe it! They were being nice! I wasn't 
used to that. They looked so disappointed. I suppose 
that at the very least they had hoped to hear a sexy 
story. I actually felt sorry for them!

Before I could stop myself I said, "Wait!"

They looked at me and the hope I saw in their faces was 
irresistible. I thought, "What the hell, thousands of 
men have seen me naked. What difference would it make 
if two guys my age had the opportunity?"

I smiled at them and asked, "That's all you want? You 
just want to see me get undressed?"

They both nodded vigorously. They both seemed more 
embarrassed than I was.

I said, "If I do this I want your word that you won't 
tell a soul. I mean it! I know how guys love to talk. I 
think it's kind of sweet that you didn't try to force 
me into anything. Maybe I could reward you for that. 
But I will never forgive you if this comes back to 
haunt me."

They both swore to keep it a secret. 

I stood in front of them for a moment, not so much to 
get my courage up but just wondering what in the hell 
had gotten into me that I could so easily undress in 
front of two boys who were no more than casual 
acquaintances. And all because they seemed pretty sweet 
and were just curious to see a girl naked.

I think what finally convinced me to do it was that 
desperate look on their faces. That, and the fact that 
I was pretty sure that they would keep their word. 
Besides, I was beginning to enjoy undressing in front 
of guys and getting them excited. And they seemed so 
harmless. 

They had returned to their seats on the couch. I stood 
in front of them and grasped the bottom of my t-shirt. 
I looked at them, a little nervous now that I knew that 
I was actually going to do this. But the excitement on 
their faces convinced me. 

I slowly lifted my shirt up, slowly at first, until my 
breasts were exposed. Then I whipped it off and tossed 
it on a chair.

There was a sudden and simultaneous gasp from the boys 
and their eyes became as big as saucers. They glanced 
quickly at each other. As if to say, "Do you see 
that?!"

But neither boy spoke. They stared in obvious awe at my 
breasts for a long time. Finally Dale said, "Jesus 
Sara! You're beautiful!"

I stood in front of them and rubbed my breasts and 
teased my nipples until they were fully erect. I felt 
much older than them, even though Dale was only a few 
months younger and Kevin not quite a year younger. 

They were both bigger than me. But it was obvious who 
was in charge here. I felt it too. It was nice to be in 
charge for once. I enjoyed their lustful stares. It 
seemed like a different kind of lust. They had no 
expectations. They didn't come here to have sex. They 
really just wanted to see a girl with her clothes off. 
That kind of turned me on.

I slid my shorts down and after posing nonchalantly in 
my modest little pink panty for a moment I slipped that 
off too. 

Both boys gaped at me and I had to struggle not to 
giggle at the looks on their faces. Besides, I still 
thought they were kind of sweet.


I moved a little closer, pressing my knees up against 
the couch cushion with one of my legs between each of 
theirs. I smiled down at them and asked, "Do you really 
think I'm pretty?"

I'm not sure that they even heard me. 

Kevin's hand started to reach out slowly to touch my 
skin. He suddenly realized what he was doing and jerked 
his hand back. He got even redder and whispered, 
"Sorry."

I said, "That's okay Kevin. You can touch me. I don't 
mind. Just remember your promise. If I start hearing 
about what we did here today when I get to school then 
I am going to hunt you down and kill you like dogs."

They both swore again that the only one they would talk 
to about this would be each other.

Kevin reached out again and his finger tips moved 
gently through my pubic hair. I thought it amusing that 
the younger boy was taking the lead. Dale still seemed 
to be frozen in place. 

He watched as Kevin moved his fingers through my little 
pubic patch and then trailed softly down over my 
exposed pussy. 

I felt an excited tingle when his fingertips moved over 
my clit and I gasped slightly. Kevin jerked his hand 
away but I took his wrist and pulled it back. I smiled 
and said, "It's okay Kevin. It felt nice."

Dale stared for a few more minutes and then he leaned 
forward and reached up to cup my breast. His hand was 
hot and sweaty and his touch was just as clumsy as you 
might expect from a boy who had never seen or felt a 
breast before. 

But the situation was really turning me on, though I 
suspect not nearly as much as it was exciting them. The 
look of wonder on their faces was irresistible.

I quietly asked, "What do you think, guys? Do you think 
I'm sexy?"

I didn't really need to ask. If ever a girl could read 
a guy's mind I could read their minds now.

I stepped back suddenly and the look of disappointment 
on their faces was hilarious. I smiled down at them and 
said, "I'm nervous about doing this out here in the 
living room. Someone might come to the door and see us. 
Let's go to my room and you can spend a little more 
time exploring, okay?"

They scrambled to their feet and were both embarrassed 
by their obvious erections. Kevin tried to hide his and 
I grabbed his hand and said, "That's okay Kevin. That's 
supposed to be there! If you didn't get a hard on 
looking at me naked I'd be upset."

He grinned self-consciously and I led them down the 
short hallway to my room. I stretched out on my back 
and the boys sat down on either side of me. They ran 
their hands over my body. They touched and squeezed and 
pulled and gently massaged. Dale was the first to have 
the nerve to put his finger inside of me. He slowly 
worked it into my pussy and he smiled at me and said, 
"It feels so hot!"

It felt pretty damned hot to me too. After that 
degrading hour with Brian I was having a good time now. 
It turned out that this had been just what I needed to 
make me feel better, much better. I was getting turned 
on too.

I knew that neither boy would be much of a lover but I 
didn't care. I asked Dale, "Would you like to put 
something else in there?"

He looked up at me with a look that was almost shock. 
Apparently that had been much too much to hope for. He 
asked breathlessly, "Really Sara? Can I?"

I didn't expect to get anything but a warm and fuzzy 
feeling out of this but I was getting turned on too. I 
nodded and said, "Sure Dale, get up and take your 
clothes off."

Kevin watched in amazement as Dale undressed and 
scrambled up on top of me. I reached down between us 
and guided his small cock to my pussy. Before I let him 
go I said, "Now take it easy Dale. This isn't a sprint. 
We aren't racing. You'll enjoy it more if you go slow, 
at least at first."

As Dale's small cock entered me and Kevin sat near us 
watching in eager anticipation of his turn I was struck 
by how immature these boys seemed, especially Dale, who 
was the same age as me. I'm not trying to say that I'm 
all that mature and sophisticated. I don't know if the 
difference was the time I spent at Mr. Todd's house and 
the things that had happened to me there. I didn't 
think that I had changed since then. But then, maybe 
after today Dale would seem more mature. What do I 
know?

Dale was just as quick as I knew he would be. I doubt 
if he lasted two minutes. But it wasn't unpleasant for 
me. I was in no danger of achieving orgasm but I was 
getting a kick out of what I was doing for them. They 
seemed to be in a constant state of awe. That can go to 
a girl's head.

Dale shuddered through his orgasm and slowly rolled 
away. I turned to Kevin who had never moved from the 
side of the bed. He was waiting for some indication 
that this wasn't a dream and he was actually going to 
lose his virginity.

I smiled and said, "Come on Kevin. Get your clothes 
off. It's your turn."

He stripped out of his clothes so fast my eyes almost 
couldn't follow him. He stood beside the bed then, not 
sure what to do next. 

I patted the bed beside me and he carefully climbed 
into bed with me. He moved over between my legs and 
clumsily stretched out on top of me. I had to tell him 
to rest is weight on his arms. Once he was in position 
I reached down and guided his little cock into me. I 
was watching his face as he slowly entered me and I had 
to bite my lower lip to keep from laughing. 

It was obvious that he loved the sensations he was 
experiencing. He had an excited, slightly insane look 
on his face. He surprised me a little. He still 
couldn't provide me with enough stimulation to get me 
going. But he lasted much longer than I thought he 
would, nearly twice as long as Dale had.

He started to get violent right at the end but he 
managed to keep his weight up off of me and I didn't 
mind. 

When he was finished he opened his eyes and stared down 
at me and whispered, "Thank you Sara! That was…I…Oh 
Jesus! Thank you!"

I smiled and said, "You are quite welcome Kevin. It's a 
lot of fun isn't it?"

He nodded vigorously. Then he finally got up on his 
knees and stared down at me for another minute or so. 
No one spoke after that for several minutes. Not until 
Dale said, "Could we do it again?"

I smiled and asked, "Now?"

He shrugged and said, "I could. But I mean some other 
time. There is more stuff I'd like to do. I'd like to 
try putting my mouth on you. And I'd like…" 

He hesitated and blushed again. Finally he said, "I'd 
like to get a blowjob. Would you do that?"

I thought about it and I realized that even if I wasn't 
going to have an orgasm, what we were doing was fun for 
me. I liked being naked with boys and being touched and 
causing them pleasure. It was still early. I said, "I 
could give you both a blowjob before you leave. And 
yes, you can come back some time when I am home alone. 
If I don't have plans then you can eat my pussy and we 
can have sex again. But not too often, I have a life 
you know."

They were both grinning from ear to ear. I was still 
having trouble believing that Dale was my age. He 
seemed so much younger.

I got up and instructed Dale to lie on the bed. When he 
was comfortable I knelt on the floor beside him and 
took his still hard cock in my hand.

He asked, "Don't you want me to wash first?"

I leaned down and kissed the head of his cock. He 
shivered in response and I said, "Most girls would. I 
don't mind. It's just cum."

Then I started sucking his cock. It was only about five 
inches long and very thin. It was the easiest blowjob I 
ever gave. I sucked his cock and teased his nearly 
hairless balls with my fingers and soon he was cumming 
in my mouth. 

He had the mildest tasting cum I had tasted yet. I 
don't know if it was his age or what, but it was almost 
pleasant. I held his cock in my mouth after I swallowed 
his cum. He was panting quietly as is heartbeat 
returned to normal. His hand reached out and caressed 
my hair and he said, "Sara, you are the most wonderful 
girl I ever met!"

I sat up and laughed quietly and said, "You mean the 
easiest don't you?"

He got the most sincere look on his face and said, "No! 
I think you are wonderful. I wish I was a year older so 
I could be your boyfriend."

I thought that was sweet. I didn't understand. We were 
the same age. But it was a sweet thing to say. I hoped 
that he was as considerate once he left here today.

I slapped his thigh and said, "Move over, it's Kevin's 
turn."

Kevin quickly took his place in front of me and I 
repeated the process. I suppose that most girls 
wouldn't have felt the same way I did. But I was having 
fun. I liked the looks of ecstasy on their faces. I 
enjoyed the expressions of awe when they looked at me. 
I even liked their small, clean, sexy little dicks.

When I had gotten Kevin off and given him time to 
recuperate I said, "You guys should get dressed and go 
now. It's starting to get late."

Dale asked, "What about you Sara? You didn't cum."

I smiled and said, "That's okay Dale. I had fun too. 
Maybe the next time I'll cum."

Dale smiled back and said, "I have an idea. Let's try 
something first. Get up and lie down in the middle of 
the bed."

I decided to see what he had in mind and I stretched 
out and got comfortable. 

Dale instructed Kevin to bend over and start sucking on 
my nipple. When Kevin was in place and had taken my 
nipple into his mouth, Dale did the same with my other 
nipple. While they were sucking gently on my nipples I 
felt their hands ease down over my stomach and their 
fingers began to tease my pussy. It felt good but they 
were clumsy and didn't really know what they were 
doing. Still, I thought that with a little guidance 
this could work. 

I asked Kevin to gently put two of his fingers inside 
me and start working them in and out. Then I asked Dale 
to wet his finger and gently rub my clit. They were 
happy to help out and once they had that worked out 
they went back to sucking on my nipples at the same 
time. It wasn't long at all before I realized that I 
was going to cum.

I felt my orgasm building quickly and near the end I 
started getting vocal. I encouraged them to go faster 
and harder and before long I was lifting my ass off of 
the bed and holding their faces pressed tightly to my 
chest and crying out as I had a very nice orgasm.

They dressed then and after I once more assured the 
boys that they were welcome to return I showed them 
out. Once they were gone, since I was already naked I 
decided to try using mom's dildo without Stacy's help. 
I was concerned that I might soon be taking a real live 
cock up my ass and I wasn't ready for that. I wasn't 
sure if I ever would be. But I had noticed a 
significant difference the second time that Stacy had 
fucked my ass and it was obvious that she had been 
right. Those sessions did help.

I opened my mother's drawer and carefully removed the 
dildo and the KY, being careful to note their positions 
in the drawer. I noticed that the dildo was clean this 
time. I wondered how often my mother used these things. 
It seemed like she must be using them every night. I 
smiled and thought that it was too bad she couldn't get 
into our little child molesting club. She might get a 
lot of relief.

I took the dildo to my bed and got comfortable. I 
greased it up and then struggled to find a comfortable 
position that permitted me a good angle of attack. It 
was harder than I anticipated. I didn't use my fingers 
first the way Stacy had when she used it on me. 

I forced myself to relax and began to gently work the 
head of the dildo into my ass. I'm not sure if it was 
because I was doing it myself or just that I was 
getting better at this, but it entered me with 
surprisingly little effort. 

I gave myself a moment to adjust to the full, stretched 
feeling and then started slowly working it inside of me 
a little more with each gently push. There was no pain! 
I was excited. It was a little uncomfortable. But I was 
starting to think that I was going to be able to handle 
it when someone finally fucked my ass for the first 
time.

I slowly slid the dildo in and out and remembering the 
last time with Stacy I began to rub my pussy with my 
free hand. It wasn't as nice as when Stacy had been 
doing it but I would have to remember to do this for 
myself when the time finally came.


I practiced with the dildo for close to five minutes 
but I wasn't going to reach orgasm this way. Not 
without help. I left the dildo inside my ass and 
straightened my legs out and tried to relax and just 
get used to that full feeling. I stared at the ceiling 
and wondered once more what my punishment would be. 

I tried to disregard Brian's threats about the dog. I 
hoped that he was just trying to scare me. If that was 
his intent it had worked. But then I thought about the 
changes in Sharon lately. Maybe she had been forced to 
do it with a dog! 

I shuddered in revulsion. I knew I couldn't handle 
that. Not with an animal, especially not a dog. I had 
never had a pet and I was afraid of dogs. 

I thought I had stretched myself out enough and I 
pulled the dildo out. I didn't feel that urgent need to 
rush to the bathroom this time. I got up and washed it 
off and cleaned myself up. I carefully replaced my 
mother's toy and the lubricant and got dressed. By then 
it was nearly six in the evening and I had a light 
supper. 

It was so nice to eat something that wasn't tuna or 
peanut butter! It wasn't a feast to most people, but 
some lean roast beef and fresh Swiss cheese was a big 
step up for me.

After dinner my phone rang. It was Stacy. She asked if 
I was in the mood for company and I replied, "YES!! 
Come on over. I always want you to come over."

Stacy was there in less than fifteen minutes. We split 
the last coke and I told her everything that had 
happened to me this afternoon. I also told her about 
Stan and the phone call. That made her nervous and she 
warned me not to let Mr. Todd find out about it. He 
wouldn't like it if I was freelancing on the side, 
especially with customers he had lined up.

I asked her about what Brian had said, about Sharon and 
the dog. 

She shrugged noncommittally and said, "I've heard that 
too. But Sharon won't talk about it. I don't know it 
for a fact. I think it's true though. That's why I'm so 
worried about all the stuff you are doing behind his 
back. He can make your life pretty miserable if you 
piss him off."

I shrugged and said, "I can always tell him to go piss 
up a rope and just stop going there. He wouldn't dare 
show those pictures around. He's the one that would go 
to prison if what we're doing got out, not us. I'm not 
going to say he doesn't scare me a little. I'm going to 
keep going back for the money, at least for a while. 
But I'm not afraid to quit when it gets to be too much. 
Right now my biggest problem seems to be your asshole 
brother."

She laughed and said, "Yeah, me too."

That reminded me. I told her about my practice session 
with the dildo and that it was getting much easier.

I asked her about her friend, the one with the internet 
access. She said that she had caught him on his way out 
of town and he wouldn't be back until Thursday. But he 
said that he would be happy to show us the web site. 
There would, of course, be a price to pay. He said that 
he had seen my pictures and he was anxious to meet me.

Stacy couldn't stay too late. Tomorrow was a school day 
and we were both to report to Mr. Todd's house after 
school. We sat around and talked, no sex this time. We 
talked about it though. 

I told her how immature I had thought that Dale was, 
though he was less than a year younger than me. 

Stacy laughed and said, "It's a guy thing. According to 
my mom that never changes. I noticed the same thing 
with Danny and Kirk. But I have noticed a change 
lately. I think the things that happen at Mr. Todd's 
age us a little faster than the other kids. I noticed 
something else though. The guys all seem to start out 
pretty normal. But then they start getting like Brian. 
I'm not sure why. It could be that they see the men 
treating us girls like pieces of meat and they pick up 
on it. Or it might be that the things that some of the 
men do to them make them…I don't know, different."

I thought about that. Then I asked, "I don't get it 
Stacy. I'm probably the least bright kid in our class. 
I know that I work harder than anyone else in class 
just to squeak by. I can't be the only one to figure 
out that Mr. Todd can't do anything with those 
pictures. He doesn't have any power over us that we 
don't give him. Why do the guys let them do that shit? 
And Sharon?! She is still going back there too! I don't 
understand."

Stacy blushed and got a silly look on her face. She 
said, "I didn't figure that out. I didn't think about 
him going to jail if those pictures got out. I've been 
thinking lately that he is going too far and I'd like 
to quit. But I was afraid. You know, he could give the 
guys nude pictures of just the person he is pissed at 
and have the guys circulate those at school. You know 
damn well that they would spread all over that school 
in about two hours. Our reputations would be shot 
without there ever being a picture of Mr. Todd passed 
around."

I nodded and said, "Yeah, but if he did that we 
wouldn't have any reason not to go to the cops. They'd 
go busting in to that house and take all his stuff. 
Once they looked on that computer he'd probably end up 
being some big guys bitch in prison somewhere."

Stacy looked at me and asked, "Are you going to quit?"

I responded, "In a few weeks, when my mother starts 
getting a paycheck from her new job."

Stacy grinned and said, "You have a lot of money 
stashed. Why wait?"

I smiled back at her and answered, "Because I'm not 
through having fun yet. So far there have been a lot 
more fun things than unpleasant things. Like what we do 
when we are together. I love that. I loved what 
happened when Stan was there. I even had a lot of fun 
with Dale and Kevin. And I only did that because of 
what happened at Mr. Todd's. To be honest, if it were 
not for your fucked up brother I might not quit in a 
few weeks. But I can't take much more of his shit."

We talked for a few more minutes and then Stacy had to 
go. I went to bed early. I was too tired to wait up for 
my mom to come home.

The next day was pretty normal. I was better able to 
concentrate in class. I guess I was getting used to 
being a part time whore. Stacy and I headed for Mr. 
Todd's house as soon as school got out. As we walked 
she asked me if I was nervous. I was surprised to 
realize that I wasn't. There were no specific threats 
hanging over my head and I figured I could handle 
anything that Mr. Todd could throw at me now, except 
the dog. And if it started looking like that was what 
he had in mind then I was out of there."

When we got there Mr. Todd let us in and said, "Have a 
seat. We have to wait for Brian." Brian went to the 
high school and it took him another ten minutes or so 
to arrive. 

When Brian arrived he put his books down and Mr. Todd 
said, "Give me a hand Brian." 

They left the room and came back with a heavy, padded 
bench. Brian picked up the camera and got it up on his 
shoulder. He turned it on and focused it on me. Mr. 
Todd went into the back again and came out about five 
minutes later. 

He ordered Stacy to undress me again. She moved behind 
me so that the camera and all of the perverts on the 
internet could watch her undress me and have a good 
view of my naked body as she uncovered it.

In a few minutes I was naked and Mr. Todd said, "Lay 
down on the bench on your back, cunt."

I gave him a suspicious look and asked what was going 
to happen. 

He moved so fast I couldn't believe it. He slapped my 
face so hard I saw stars. 

I yelled, "Fuck you! I'm out of here you bastard!"

I tried to reach for my clothes but he grabbed a 
handful of my hair and twisted my arm up behind my 
back. He held me with only my toes touching the floor 
and he whispered in my ear, "You stupid cunt. I warned 
you. You are going to learn your place today."

He twisted me around and threw me down on the bench so 
hard that it knocked the wind out of me. Before I could 
start to struggle again he had fastened a strap around 
my neck. He quickly restrained my wrists and my ankles 
and finished up with a strap around my midsection. I 
was totally helpless.

He placed a jar on a small table near my head. He 
reached into his pocket and dropped a nickel into it 
and said, "I'm going to be your first customer, bitch."

He moved between my legs and rammed his hard cock into 
my dry pussy. I screamed in pain and started demanding 
to be released. He didn't even slow down. While he 
fucked me he called Stacy over to where he was standing 
over me fucking my dry pussy. He asked, "Am I going to 
have a problem with you or do I need to tie your ass up 
too?"

I could see that she was scared and she was crying. She 
shook her head but she whispered, "Please Mr. Todd. 
Please don't hurt her."

He growled at her, "Strip bitch. Then go stand by the 
door. Your job is to let everyone in and out."

Brian had filmed his sister as she stripped and then as 
she walked over to take up her position by the door. He 
turned the camera back on me just in time to catch Mr. 
Todd speeding up and building towards an orgasm. 

Before he finished though, the door opened and three 
men entered. They came over and stood around and 
watched as Mr. Todd came in me. He pulled out and moved 
around to my head and forced his slimy cock into my 
mouth and throat. Then he said to the men, "She's all 
yours men. Just make sure to put your nickel in the jar 
before you fuck her. And you can fuck her mouth if you 
want, but remember the rules. You have to cum in her 
cunt."

I heard clothing rustling and I heard the sound of 
three coins dropping into the jar by my head. The first 
of the three men forced his cock into me and they began 
to discuss my body and my pussy. They talked about what 
was apparently a large number of pictures of me posted 
on the internet and the quality of the DVD that they 
had bought of my first two visits to Mr. Todd's home. 
One of the men urged him to make a movie with me and a 
dog, or better yet several dogs. Brian agreed eagerly.

Okay, so I was tied up and getting fucked. I still 
thought it was no big deal. I even got the insult of 
the nickel a fuck. Very cute. I still didn't have a 
problem with this. At least it was obvious from the 
conversation that I wasn't scheduled to co-star with 
Lassie.

It probably wasn't until close to forty minutes later 
that I started getting concerned. The room had begun to 
fill up with men of all ages, all descriptions. I was 
soon getting fucked by my first black customer. I 
actually kind of liked it. 

The coin jar was filling up and I assumed that my pussy 
must be an awful mess by now. But still they kept 
coming and they kept cumming. I held out for over an 
hour before I started begging Mr. Todd for a break. 

He leaned over and whispered, "The only thing that is 
going to break here today, bitch, is you. By the time 
you get off that bench, half the men in the county will 
have fucked your skanky ass. From now on you do what 
you are fucking told. And you do it for however much 
money I decide to give you. But just to show you my 
heart is in the right place, when you leave here this 
evening I'm going to let you have all the money that 
you make today. If you want you can take it home and 
count the nickels and figure out just how many men have 
fucked you."

It had started at three thirty in the afternoon. Men 
kept coming all afternoon and most of the evening. I 
saw several men that I recognized and they didn't seem 
at all concerned that I knew them or that their picture 
was being broadcast on the internet. 

I saw one of my teachers. The druggist that had filled 
my prescription for birth control pills came in. Two of 
the baggers at the small grocery store we used were 
there. And I was most shocked when a half a dozen kids 
from school came in. I gathered that Brian had invited 
them.

After about two hours the pain started to go away. The 
constant pounding was uncomfortable but my lower body 
was getting numb. My lips were getting numb too. I 
ended up sucking every one of those slimy cocks clean. 

I was surprised that the men coming in later would even 
want to put their cocks in me. I could feel the cum 
streaming out of me and running down between my thighs 
and the crack of my ass. I hoped that he wasn't going 
to make me clean up the mess that they must be making 
on the floor.

It was nine thirty before he finally called a halt to 
it. The coin jar was just about full. I cleaned off the 
last cock and waited for my restraints to be released. 
It turned out that the fucking was finished. There was 
still one last degrading act before I could go home.

Mr. Todd stuck a pole in the bench near my head and 
reached underneath the other end under my butt. He 
pulled out a canister about the size of a milk jug that 
held about two cups of liquid. I noticed that only the 
top layer was still cloudy and white. I smelled the 
strong odor of cum when he hung it on the pole near my 
head. 

I watched in horror while he attached a clear plastic 
hose to the bottom of the canister and as he worked he 
casually said, "You can go home as soon as this is 
empty Sara. So it's pretty much up to you what time you 
leave here. It's nine thirty now. Brian tells me that 
your mother won't be home until after midnight. So take 
your time. But Stacy is waiting to help you get home so 
if I were you I'd hurry. She is going to be in a lot of 
trouble."

He stuck the end of the hose into a rubber mouthpiece 
and forced the mouthpiece into my mouth. I watched him 
turn a little knob and the disgusting liquid inside 
began to quickly fill the clear plastic tubing. 

It wasn't long before my mouth filled up. I resisted 
swallowing that nasty mess for as long as I could. I 
gagged a little but he just stood over me and smiled. 
Brian was on the other side of me getting a close up of 
my face and I think I heard him gag too.

I finally swallowed a mouthful. It was horrible. It was 
nothing like getting a tablespoon or two from the end 
of a cock during orgasm. This was a mouthful of cool, 
stale cum. I felt my stomach rebelling but I forced 
myself to calm down. I knew that I'd be in trouble if I 
threw up with that thing in my mouth. I would probably 
drown.

I started forcing the disgusting liquid contents of my 
mouth down my throat. Every time I swallowed the force 
of gravity caused my mouth to fill again. I tried to 
force myself to just drink it down but I couldn't. My 
stomach wouldn't permit it. I had to force myself to 
keep it down after every swallow. 

A large number of the men had stayed on to watch the 
grand finale and they were making disgusting comments 
from off camera as I struggled to swallow their cum.

It took me more than half an hour to finally get it all 
down. When I was finally sucking air through the tube 
Brian turned the camera off and put it down. He 
stretched and moaned as if he had been the one being 
gang raped all afternoon and evening. Then he leaned 
over me and said, "God! You stink bitch! Did you learn 
anything?"

Thankfully the mouthpiece was still in my mouth and I 
couldn't respond.

He finally unfastened all of the straps holding me in 
place and it took him and Mr. Todd both to help me up. 
I was stiff and sore and on the verge of being 
violently ill.

Mr. Todd tossed me my clothes and Stacy came over and 
got dressed too. The men were leaving a few at a time 
but a large number of them were sitting around drinking 
beer with Mr. Todd when Stacy and I left.

The numbness that I had been so grateful for was 
evaporating. It was being replaced by terrible pain. My 
stomach and my pubic bone felt like they had been 
hammered. My pussy felt like it had been reamed out 
with a wire brush. If Stacy had not been there for me 
to lean on then I don't think that I could have made it 
home. 

We didn't say a word until we got to my house. When we 
got to my door I said, "I'm sorry Stacy. You are really 
going to catch hell."

She gave me a wry grin and said, "I had plenty of time 
to come up with a lame excuse. Come on, I'll help you 
get cleaned up and get to bed."

I squeezed her hand and said, "No, you go home. You are 
late enough already. I can make it from here. Thanks 
Stace. I couldn't have made it without you. See you in 
the morning."

She asked, "Are you sure?"

I nodded and she reluctantly left me at my door. As she 
started to leave I said, "Stace, would you do me a 
favor? Would you tell your brother that if he steps 
foot on my porch again I'm going to shoot him in the 
balls? And if any nude pictures of me turn up anywhere 
I'm going to the cops."

She looked scared, but she nodded and left.

I went inside, took some Tylenol and then limped to my 
bedroom. I undressed, threw my underwear away, and went 
to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet for a long time. 
Cum was still draining out of me! I stood up to take a 
shower and finally my stomach rebelled. I turned around 
and dropped to my knees and the contents of my stomach 
came up. I will spare you the details.

When my stomach was empty I went to the sink and 
brushed my teeth over and over until the terrible taste 
in my mouth was gone. Then I turned the water on as hot 
as I could stand it and took a shower. I stayed under 
the water until it got cold. 

As I dried off I realized that between walking it off 
on the walk home and soothing my sore muscles in the 
hot shower I wasn't in such bad shape. I was sore. But 
it was mostly from the constant friction on my thighs 
and my pussy. I looked between my legs with a hand 
mirror and I was red and swollen but apparently 
undamaged.

I took more Tylenol to replace the ones I had just 
flushed down the toilet. Then I sat at the kitchen 
table and tried to do some of my homework. It was 
almost eleven but there were some things that had to be 
turned in tomorrow. I was sore but I had not missed a 
day of school this year and I wasn't going to start 
now. 

I noticed the jar of nickels stuck in my book bag when 
I pulled my books out. I sat it on the table and stared 
at it. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to know how 
many men had fucked me tonight. But after setting the 
jar aside and trying to concentrate on my homework I 
realized that I wasn't going to be able to get it out 
of my mind until I counted those damned nickels.

Fifty-four! It had seemed like more than that. It had 
seemed like a lot more than that. Two dollars and 
seventy cents. Oh well, at least he let me keep all the 
money I made.

I had just started working on my algebra when the cell 
phone rang. I dug it out of the pocket in my book bag 
and answered it. It was Mr. Todd. In his typical 
arrogant voice he said, "Brian just called to give me 
your message. Do you really want me to ruin your life 
bitch? I want you over here tomorrow, as soon as school 
lets out."

I didn't feel the least bit intimidated by this 
asshole. I responded, "If you contact me again, if 
anyone of your friends or acquaintances attempts to 
intimidate me, and if my pictures are not removed from 
your web site, I am not the one that will spend decades 
as some big dude's bitch in prison. If you leave me 
alone, I will leave you alone. We are done. I would 
have kept coming back you jerk. I was actually having 
fun. You blew it tonight."

He was silent for a moment. Then he hung up without 
saying another word. Just to be on the safe side I went 
to my mother's room and dug out the little revolver 
that she kept hidden there. I kept it near me all 
night. I couldn't take it to school. But I wasn't 
worried about anything happening out in public.

On the way to school the next morning I felt much 
better. Well, I didn't hurt anywhere. I felt like there 
was a void in my life for some reason. I realized that 
I was going to miss the excitement of being a sex 
slave. It really had been exciting. If he had just not 
gone overboard!

As we started walking to school Stacy said, "I quit 
too. I told Brian that if he came into my room again I 
was going to tell our parents everything. He looked 
pissed but he just shrugged and walked away. Could it 
really be that easy?"

"Maybe," I answered. "I'm going to be watching my ass 
for a while. I don't feel like I owe Mr. Todd anything. 
He made a lot of money off of us. I'm more worried 
about Brian and his friends. I wasn't kidding about 
shooting his balls off. I am keeping my mother's pistol 
handy."

I saw both Dale and Kevin during the school day and 
they managed to act friendly without being too obvious. 
I wondered how hard it would be to train them. I might 
have to resort to them now that I had told Mr. Todd 
where to go.

On the way home from school we heard someone calling 
our names. We turned to find Didi and Tawney hurrying 
to catch up. They wanted to know if we were on our way 
to Mr. Todd's house. He had called both of them this 
morning and ordered them to come to his house after 
school. All three boys were supposed to be there too. 
They hadn't seen Sharon and didn't know about her.

Stacy told them what had happened and that we had quit. 

Didi exclaimed, "What do you mean you quit?! He let you 
quit?!"

I couldn't believe that I would have to explain to all 
these kids that he didn't have the power over them that 
they seemed to think he did. I thought I was the dumb 
one!

I told them that he was the one who would be in trouble 
if those pictures got out and that he had no hold over 
them. Didi and Tawney looked at each other funny for a 
minute and then Didi said, "But I like going there! I 
like the money too!"

Tawney grinned and said, "Me too."

I shrugged and said, "That's cool. As long as you are 
going because you want to, go for it!"

Tawney said, "It won't be as much fun now that I know I 
don't have to. But I'm still going."

Stacy and I looked at each other and laughed. But 
actually, I understood. It was kind of exciting. If he 
hadn't gone overboard last night I would still be 
going. I had found the experience to be exciting too. I 
was going to kind of miss it. But I didn't think I'd 
have too much trouble finding someone else to have sex 
with. Like Stan. He was coming tonight. And now I 
didn't have to worry about Mr. Todd finding out.

We parted company with Didi and Tawney at the foot of 
Mountain Street. Stacy and I went to my house. I had 
planned on stopping for another carton of coke on the 
way home but I forgot all about it. Back to drinking 
water I guess.

My cell phone rang shortly after we got to my house. It 
was Stan. He asked me if I could talk and I asked if he 
was still coming. 

He said he would be there at six thirty.

I asked him to hold for a second and I covered the 
mouthpiece. I asked Stacy if she wanted to meet my new 
boyfriend and maybe have a threesome. She didn't even 
hesitate. She nodded her head vigorously. 

I asked Stan if he had seen the pictures of the cute 
redhead on the website and he said that he had. I asked 
him if he would like to meet her tonight. In as much as 
he was a normal, healthy, horny male he said that he 
would be happy to meet her. We hung up and I got the 
cold cuts out and Stacy and I had a sandwich and tried 
to decide if Mr. Todd was going to be a problem.

Stan arrived a few minutes early. He parked a half a 
block away so that no one would see his car in our 
driveway. I let him in and gave him a big hug as soon 
as I had closed the door. I introduced him to Stacy and 
invited him to join us in my bedroom.

I guided him to my bed and once he was seated I pulled 
Stacy over to stand in front of him. I slowly undressed 
her as he watched. We were standing so close that 
Stacy's knees were almost touching his. I removed her 
blouse and her bra and then I got on my knees behind 
her and removed her skirt and panties while Stan teased 
her breasts.

While I undressed Stacy I told her about what a good 
kisser Stan was and how wonderful it had felt when he 
ate my pussy. I think that all three of us were much 
more relaxed now without the constant distraction of a 
cameraman moving around us, though to be honest I had 
to admit that I had enjoyed the idea of being watched 
by a large number of horny men. The idea of thousands 
of men out there lusting after me, wanting me, that was 
hot!

In some ways this was a first for me. I was about to 
have sex with someone who was a good lover and who I 
wanted to have sex with. And we were doing it in the 
comfort and privacy of my bedroom.

I stood up after I removed the rest of Stacy's clothes 
and we switched places. She undressed me in front of my 
new, adult lover. As Stacy bared my body, Stan caressed 
my exposed flesh lovingly. I was glad that I had asked 
her to stay. This was fun!

When I was naked we stood side by side in front of him 
and gave him an opportunity to examine us both. Then we 
pulled him to his feet and Stacy and I worked together 
to undress him. 

When he was naked I pushed him back onto my bed and 
repositioned him so that he was lying on his back with 
his head on my pillow. I said, "I told Stacy what a 
good kisser you were. She is going to start with that. 
I'm going to start down here and we'll meet in the 
middle."

I don't think he realized what I was talking about 
until I leaned down and took his toes into my mouth and 
started sucking on them like little cocks. We took our 
time, lots of kissing and licking, we covered every 
inch of his firm body before coming together at his 
cock. Then we worked on his cock with our faces 
touching, sometimes she was sucking his cock and I was 
licking his balls. Sometimes I was sucking and she was 
licking. And sometimes we were both licking his cock at 
the same time. 

Stan was breathing hard and swearing under his breath 
as we drove him crazy with our lips and tongues. We 
were having almost as much fun driving him crazy. Just 
before he came I took his cock into my throat a few 
times and then I pulled back and just held the head of 
his cock between my lips while Stacy finished him off 
with her hand. 

I waited until my mouth was full and finally sated he 
had collapsed on my bed. I got up on my knees and took 
Stacy in my arms and we kissed, sharing the large 
deposit of cum in my mouth while Stan stared in awe.

After we finally swallowed his cum he stood up and 
arranged us on our backs, side by side on my bed with 
our legs hanging off of the side. Stacy and I held 
hands and then turned our heads and started kissing 
passionately while Stan started moving back and forth 
between us, eating our pussies until we both came 
several times. 

He had finally had all of the foreplay he could stand 
and exclaimed, "I can't take this anymore! I have to 
fuck one of you!"

I smiled down at him and suggested, "Why don't you fuck 
both of us?"

We got up on our hands and knees with our knees planted 
on the edge of my mattress. Our hips were touching and 
our pussies were exposed and available. He grinned and 
said, "I have never seen a more beautiful sight in my 
life!"

He started with Stacy and then moved back and forth 
between us, fucking each of us for a couple of minutes 
before switching. He managed to last a long time but 
although I found this very exciting I couldn't cum this 
way. 

I smiled when I heard him cry out, "Oh god no! Not 
yet!"

But he couldn't hold it any longer and he came with his 
cock buried deep in my best friend's pussy.

I got up and went to my knees beside Stan and caressed 
his tight little butt and kissed his hip until he 
finally pulled his cock out of Stacy. Then I turned him 
and took his cock into my mouth and sucked him clean. 

He groaned as I sucked him gently and then he smiled 
down at me and said, "You girls are going to kill me! I 
love it!"

Stacy had dropped down and rolled over on her back and 
was watching me suck Stan's cock. When I finished she 
smiled and said, "If you want to get up here and put 
your nasty old cunt in my face I'll let you lick my 
pussy clean too."

I giggled and said, "You are so good to me, Stace!"

I climbed back up on the bed and straddled her head and 
began to lick and suck on her messy pussy. And I loved 
it as much as she did. 

While we did that, Stan sat down beside us and explored 
both of our sweaty bodies, doing his part to drive us 
both to a couple more nice orgasms. 

When it was finally over we lay on the bed and relaxed 
for a while with Stan between us. There was a lot of 
nice touching but all three of us were sated. We talked 
a little, about the website and about Mr. Todd. We also 
talked about doing this again. I pointed out that my 
mother's hours were going to change soon and I didn't 
know how much longer we could meet like this.

Stan said, "That shouldn't be a problem. I could come 
on a Saturday or Sunday and get a room in a motel 
nearby. We could spend the day together, if you want to 
that is."

Stacy and I smiled at each other and I said, "We'd love 
to."

Stan finally got dressed and prepared to drive back 
across the state to his home. Stacy and I stayed naked. 
We were going to have to take a shower before she went 
home. He sighed and said, "I wish I could stay for 
that. But it's a long drive and I have to work 
tomorrow."

Then he did something we didn't expect. He pulled out 
his wallet and gave us each five hundred dollars. 

I stood up on my toes and kissed him and then I tried 
to give him back the money. I said, "That's sweet of 
you Stan. But we didn't do this for the money. We 
didn't expect you to pay us. We had fun too."

He smiled and said, "Don't think of it as taking money 
for sex. Think of it as getting a present from a lousy 
shopper. I had a great time and it was worth every 
penny of that to me."

He looked around at my crummy old house and said, "And 
you aren't going to try to tell me you couldn't use the 
money are you?"

He bent down and kissed me and then Stacy and said, "I 
am half owner of a very successful business sweetheart. 
I can afford it and it pleases me to give it to you. It 
pleases me even more that you tried to give it back. 
You are a couple of very nice young ladies and I hope 
we can keep meeting for a long time. Now take the money 
and buy yourselves something nice."

Stan left and Stacy looked at the five one hundred 
dollar bills in her hand in amazement. She was 
ecstatic. But I had now accumulated close to twenty-
five hundred dollars and I was getting concerned about 
it. I couldn't give it to my mother. I couldn't spend 
it on any of the things that I really wanted. If he was 
going to keep paying me every time he came to town it 
was going to be a problem. 

It was getting late and Stacy had to go home. But we 
had to take a quick shower first. Usually taking a 
shower with Stacy was a lot of fun but we didn't have 
time to play. We made it quick and she went home.

I almost forgot to do my homework. Thankfully it was a 
light day. I hurried through it, doing the bare 
minimum. Then I went to bed. I was almost asleep when I 
remembered that I had left five hundred dollars lying 
on the kitchen table. I brought it in and put it with 
the rest of my stash and then minutes later I was 
asleep.

I had a bowl of cereal for breakfast in the morning and 
then I waited outside for Stacy. We made it through 
another day of school, easier for her than me. Then we 
headed home as usual. 

We were about half way home, far enough away from the 
school that the crowd had thinned out. We were talking 
like a couple of teenage girls and not paying any 
attention to the world around us when an old van pulled 
up to the curb just in front of us. 

We hardly noticed. Not until the side door slid open 
and four large high school aged boys jumped out. They 
grabbed us and pulled us into the van before we even 
had time to scream.

Once in the van they tied our wrists together behind 
our backs and stuffed rags in our mouths. The floor in 
the back of the van was covered with a dirty old 
mattress and crowded with eight large boys. There were 
two more in the front, the driver and Brian sitting in 
the passenger seat and grinning like an evil comic book 
villain.

Stacy and I stopped struggling as the van pulled away 
from the curb. Brian said, "Mr. Todd doesn't like to be 
fucked with bitch. You and my darling sister are going 
to spend the evening being shown the error of your 
ways. If this doesn't work we'll do it again tomorrow 
evening. We don't mind. It's important to us that you 
learn how to behave properly. It's for your own good."

While Brian was taunting us Stacy and I were pulled 
down into the laps of two of the boys in the back and 
mauled roughly as the truck hurried out of town. We had 
both been on the receiving end of a lot of rough 
treatment lately and we were more concerned by the 
direction of the van than the boys that were molesting 
us through our clothing.

I kept glancing out the windshield, there were no side 
windows. We were driving through an area of farmland 
with only a rare farmhouse or barn. I was totally 
unfamiliar with this area and the fact that there were 
so few other people around made me more nervous than 
the boy with his hands roughly groping my pussy at the 
moment or the vicious comments and threats of the other 
boys in the truck.

The van finally turned off of the narrow country road 
and drove down a long, tree lined dirt track. It wasn't 
a dirt road. Not even a driveway really. It was just a 
couple of ruts leading off through the fields. 

We went up over a hill and down the other side and in 
the small hidden valley there was a large, run down, 
but apparently still usable barn. We pulled up in front 
of the barn and the driver shut the van off. One of the 
boys slid the door open and as they piled out and 
pulled us out after them I saw a couple dozen more boys 
coming out of the barn door with excited looks on their 
faces. There were more than a dozen cars parked 
haphazardly all over the place.

We were dragged inside and the boys surrounded us. 
Brian stepped forward and said, "Ladies, meet the 
majority of the boys from the Senior Class at 
Springfield High. They jumped at the chance to fuck a 
couple of sluts from the town whose football team beat 
theirs in the playoffs last year. They saw some of your 
pictures and they are all looking forward to getting to 
know you a lot better."

He turned to the boys then and said, "Remember guys, 
don't tear their clothes, don't fuck up their faces, 
and no blood. Other than that you can do any damned 
thing you want to the dumb cunts."

Our hands were untied and the gags removed. Stacy 
started begging as soon as the gag was removed. I saw 
how much they enjoyed it, so I didn't bother. 

There was a loud, excited chorus of, "Strip the 
bitches!" and, "Skin, skin, skin! Let's see some skin!" 

I didn't struggle when they began to roughly remove my 
clothes either. What was the point? There were about 
two dozen large, horny boys surrounding us. We weren't 
going anywhere, not for a while.

It didn't take them a whole minute to strip us both 
completely. I'm not even sure how many boys took my 
clothes off. I had the impression that for every boy 
taking off an article of clothing there were two more 
just reaching in and groping me roughly.

Stacy was swearing at them and struggling still. 
Finally I yelled over at her, "STACY! Stop it! All 
you're doing is turning the bastards on! You can't win 
here. Stop fighting them. They'll just hurt you."

She looked at me with a blank look at first. Then it 
seemed like what I said started to sink in. I saw her 
stop fighting and the panicky look on her face was 
replaced with resignation. It was going to happen. 
Let's just get it over with.

Once we were naked they pushed us around the circle for 
a few minutes, giving everyone a chance to grope us. 
Most of them went out of their way to make it hurt. 
They squeezed our breasts and pinched and pulled our 
nipples. One particularly large boy seemed to be trying 
to pick us up off the ground by our nipples!

Once we had both been around the large circle someone 
yelled, "Let's get this show on the road! I'm fucking 
horny!"

There was crude laughter and a few more snide remarks. 
We were both forced down to our hands and knees in the 
thin layer of soft hay that covered the dirt floor and 
after a moment of jostling to see who would go first we 
both had boys fucking our pussies from behind and two 
more forcing their cocks into our mouths. 

I heard Brian call out, "Remember guys, they both take 
it down the throat and up the ass too. 

Suddenly I was grateful for the practice that Stacy had 
insisted that I get with my mother's dildo. I was 
worried about doing that without any lubricant though.

Most of the boys came very quickly, the first time. A 
few must have been nervous about performing before a 
large audience and they lasted much longer. But most of 
them finished quickly. 

I should have known better than to get my hopes up 
though. There was still plenty of time and they were 
all more than ready for seconds.

After every two or three rapes they would push either 
me or Stacy over onto our back and carry the other over 
and put us into a sixty-nine position. We were forced 
to clean each other up, but not allowed to do it long 
enough to make it pleasant. Once we were clean enough 
to fuck they separated us and put us back on our hands 
and knees and the rapes began again.

The second round took a lot longer. I was surprised at 
how few of them raped my ass. I heard Stacy cry out a 
few times and assumed she was receiving the same 
treatment. They were more painful than the regular 
rapes but I only remember three of them raping my ass. 
The first one was vicious, with only the cum in my 
pussy for lubricant and no warm up at all. But by then 
I was pretty much in a fog anyway. I hurt all over from 
the pinching, squeezing, grasping hands and the 
pounding cocks, and the constant pulling of my hair. 
Sometimes I thought that the hair pulling was the worst 
part. I was getting one hell of a headache.

Once everyone had gone around a second time they 
started just messing around. They tried to see how many 
cocks they could cram into us at one time and they were 
taking lots of pictures with their cell phones. At this 
point I wasn't that concerned with the pictures. These 
guys didn't even live in our town.

At one point I had a cock in my pussy, a cock in my 
ass, a cock in each hand and two in my mouth. They 
fucked me like that for a few minutes but they couldn't 
cum anymore. Or at least they couldn't cum like that. 

A couple of guys went around for thirds and then they 
just made us pose for pictures for a while. Mostly we 
just posed together but sometimes one or two of the 
guys would step in so that he could get a picture of us 
sucking his cock and balls at the same time, or with 
one of us sucking his cock and one of us eating his 
ass. 

They finally got dressed and started leaving a few at a 
time. We were pushed back into the rear of the van. We 
rode back to town with boys fucking us or getting 
sucked off. I don't think anyone had an orgasm though. 
They stopped up the street from my house and Brian 
ordered us to get dressed. While we were dressing he 
ordered us to go to Mr. Todd's house right after school 
tomorrow or we would do this again. 

He told his sister to get out with me and take a shower 
at my house before going home. I let Stacy out first 
and then I got out slowly. I turned to face Brian once 
I was out of the van and in a calm, quiet voice I said, 
"Brian, starting tomorrow I'll be carrying my mother's 
pistol in my purse. If you or any of your friends get 
within fifty feet of me I'm going to start shooting. 
Look in my eyes Brian. I'm dead serious."

Brian turned bright red with anger and started to get 
out of the van. As soon as his head was clear of the 
door I swung my book bag and hit him right in the nose. 
He fell to the ground by the curb and I kicked him in 
the side of the head. Then I took off before his 
friends could pile out of the van.

Stacy and I ran to my house and locked the door. I dug 
into the bag and pulled out the cell phone that Mr. 
Todd had given me. I called him and said, "Your toady 
has a broken nose Todd. I'll be looking for him next 
time. If he or anyone else that smells like you comes 
near me I'll be carrying my mother's pistol and I'd 
rather use it and explain to the cops why I shot the 
bastard than have another party in that fucking barn. 
If you want all the shit you are doing to come out then 
you just send someone else after me or Stacy. Oh, and 
if someone starts shooting at your house at night that 
will probably be me too."

He started to swear and threaten me but I hung up on 
him and he didn't call back.

Stacy was scared but I didn't give a damn. I told her 
that I would take care of her, and I would too. I got 
my mother's snub nose 22 pistol out and made sure that 
it was loaded. For the next month I carried it 
everywhere I went.

After our shower I held Stacy for a while. She was 
scared. She wasn't just scared of going back to Mr. 
Todd's. She was afraid of going home. She didn't know 
what Brian was going to do. I thought that I might be 
able to do something about that. We got dressed and I 
walked her home. Her folks were a little upset because 
it was so late. But they weren't as upset as they would 
have been if it was Brian because Stacy was always the 
perfect angel. Besides, apparently a gang of kids had 
ganged up on Brian and kicked the shit out of him. They 
were really concerned.

I went back to her room with her and while she was in 
her room I went to Brian's room. He had an icepack on 
his face. When I opened his door he saw me and jumped 
up. I couldn't tell if he was going to hide or attack 
me. I made up his mind for him when I pulled the pistol 
out of my pocket. His face turned white and he put his 
hands up as if to say that he wasn't going to do 
anything. 

I stepped into his room and said, "The first thing that 
I am going to ask Stacy every morning is whether or not 
you were fucking with her. If you so much as look at 
her funny I'm going to put a bullet in your balls. And 
you know what you son of a bitch? Once everything comes 
out I'm willing to bet that I'll get away with it. What 
do you think?"

He hissed, "You crazy bitch! I ain't gonna touch her 
again! And I already told Todd that I didn't want 
anything to do with your crazy ass!"

He kept his word. By the time my mother and I moved to 
a better neighborhood two months later Stacy was back 
to her old self. I continued to carry the gun until the 
end of the school year, just in case. But we never had 
another problem with Todd or any of his toadys.

Not long after I moved out of the area, Stacy's father 
got his disability approved. He got a big chunk of back 
pay and a small but steady income. Stacy and I worked 
together to steer them into a house not far from my new 
house. 

Stacy and I both have computers now and my grades have 
improved. I knew that a computer was a big help but not 
just because it is a good tool for research. My papers 
started getting better grades and I know that it was 
just because they were printed on my printer instead of 
handwritten. 

Don't misunderstand. My IQ didn't go up. Teachers just 
like neat. My biggest problem now is that I still don't 
know what to do with that money I have stashed. And the 
amount keeps growing. Stan comes to visit about once 
every two weeks. Sometimes Stacy joins us and he gives 
us five hundred apiece. Sometimes it is just me and I 
get the whole thousand. I've got over six thousand now. 
I guess I should open a savings account.

The End

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

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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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