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Vicky Ch. 01

By: oly12oly56



He saw the headlights reflected off the living room wall as he sat on the couch waiting. They moved along the wall as the car came down the driveway and came to a stop. The light reflecting off the family photos hanging on the entry wall. It was several minutes before he heard a car door opening and knew she was coming up the walkway.

It was three in the morning and his stepdaughter should have been home hours ago. Vicky was 19 and home on spring break. It was her second year at the university and she had arrived four days ago. Since then she had acted like her mom and step dad didn't exist and hardly bothered to tell them her plans before disappearing out the door each afternoon.

She had barely made it home by the agreed upon time of midnight every evening before tonight. Sometimes he thought she had been drinking but she always displayed enough control that he did not challenge her. She would come in and look dismissively at him while he was waiting to make sure she arrived home safely. 

"Hi Paul." she would say. "Why are you still up? Do you think I can't get to bed by myself?"

He always gave a similar reply. "I just wanted to make sure you got home safe. Your mom, brother and you are the most important people in my life."

"Well lucky us." and she would go off to her bedroom without saying anything else.

He could understand her bitterness towards him. Her dad had left the family when she was only five and other than the random child support check had not been a part of her life since. Her mother had gone through a string of emotionally unavailable men before he met her six years ago. None of those other men in her life had ever bothered to pay much attention to her and she was obviously starved for male attention.

When he had arrived in the picture she was thirteen and pissed off at all men in general. He had tried to go easy on her and get her to accept that he was not leaving the family but she didn't seem to believe it. They had eventually arrived at an unwritten truce after two years and she seemed to accept he was staying but never tried to get closer to him then was necessary to make her mother happy. She always made it crystal clear that he was not her father and she only followed his rules to keep the peace in the family.

Her mother had been a lot of fun in the beginning of the relationship. She was 38 and he was 27 when they met. At first he had been surprised by her energy but in the last couple of years she was in bed by 9:30 each night. He had always been a night person and found it hard to go to sleep that early. If he attempted to make love with her more then once a week she seemed to be shocked that he had the energy.

It had reached the point where he spent more time masturbating while watching porn on the Internet then trying to make love to his wife. He knew their relationship was in a rut but hadn't been able, or willing, to do anything that might help. It was his first marriage and he figured this was just what happened to most couples after the initial passion burned away. He thought she was still his best friend but the romance was definitely missing.

As he sat on the couch waiting for Vicky to get home all of the pent up frustration he held inside began to slowly simmer. He watched as the hour hand on the clock makes it's slow crawl around the face. He had meant to talk with her about her attitude during the day but knew he would have to bring it up tonight instead. This blatant disregard for his rules was too much for him to let slide.

As she walked in the door he could tell she was surprised he was still awake. She almost lost her footing on the entry steps when she turned on the light and saw him sitting there on the couch.

"What the hell are you still doing up?"

"Waiting for you Vicky." He calmly replied.

"I'm not a fucking child anymore Paul." She said sarcastically. "I don't need to be tucked into bed."

"I know you're not a child anymore. But you had a deal with your mom and I. You're supposed to be home at midnight while you're staying in our house."

"I don't have to do anything you tell me to Paul." And as she said it she stepped closer to stand right in front of him. "I'm not your daughter Paul."

Watching her stand there unleashed a barrage of thoughts and images that whirled through his head. The way she reminded him of her mother when he first met her. The way he had watched her blossom from a gawky teenager into a beautiful, and he had to admit, sexy young woman. But most of all, watching her standing there defiantly in front of him, made him realize how much she was lacking a strong male figure in her life.

And he realized at that instant he was going to help her make up for that deficiency, starting tonight......

End of part 1

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Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. I have never written something like this before and I'm sure I could use some pointers. The two most obvious areas being grammar and punctuation. I have a general idea of where I want this to go but will gladly accept any suggestions.

Vicky Ch. 01



"Dear Sir, We recognize you as a person of discerning taste. We would therefore would like to invite you to a display we believe you would find most enjoyable."

What followed was an address and a date, one week away. My name and address were correct, but I didn't have a clue what they where talking about. I sat in my small apartment rereading the letter over and over again. Discerning tastes? I was just an average guy. At 22 years old, I had just finished college and was trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.

I tossed the letter aside and went about my day, still wondering. I had just moved into a new apartment in a new town. How could anyone even know I was here yet, let alone what I might be interested in? The only thing I was extremely interested in was cars. But I had a feeling this wasn't a car show.

Putting the letter out of my mind wasn't easy, but unpacking my stuff was a consuming task. Before I realized it, the sun had gone down. I made a quick run to a burger joint down the road and returned with my sandwich. As I was eating, I spotted the letter again.

But no matter how much I thought, I couldn't put it together. Could it be music? I was open to lots of different kinds of music. Maybe some type of cooking? After much thought, I decided to go to bed. I wasn't going to figure this mystery tonight.

As I was crawling under the sheets my cock began to stir. It had been awhile since I'd gotten laid. I'd been more concerned with graduating, and then moving. Soon enough I'd get settled enough to go looking for someone, but tonight I would have to help myself.

I quickly opened a favorite porn of mine. It started with a strong well-muscled girl. The camera circled her oiled body as it glistened in the light. My cock was already getting very hard. I had watched this video many times and knew what was coming up.

The camera panned out, finally giving a full shot of the girl. As she turned to display her front, there was suddenly a surprise. Standing out proudly from her body was a cock! A nice thick cock, that seemed perfectly matched for her perfect body.

Now I'm not gay, at least not by my terms. I'm not into guys at all. But something about a girl with a cock, whether real or fake, turned me on like nothing else. My cock was at full attention now. I often watched pornos about girls with strap-on dildos fucking men, but a girl with a real cock was something else.

The video was getting down to business. A petite man was ushered out. Despite his long hair, skimpy school girl outfit, and cute face it was clearly a man. The muscled girl grabbed him and kissed him roughly while rubbing underneath the skirt. My hand trailed down to my cock and slowly began stroking.

In short order the girly boy was on his knees sucking cock for all he was worth. The muscled girl moaned in a sultry voice and forced the girly boy to deep throat her. Drool leaked down his chin, covering her cock. While the girly boy was sucking, the muscled girl kept calling him a slut, a dirty whore, and a cocksucker. My cock oozed precum.

After a good cock sucking the muscled girl bent the girly boy over a couch, ass up. Without saying a word the girly boy's cotton white panties where torn away, exposing his cock and ass to the camera. The muscled girl poured a generous amount of lube down the girly boy's crack and started working fingers into his asshole. My hand moved faster on my cock.

The muscled girl put her big cock against girly boy's asshole, and commanded him to beg for it. Girly boy promptly begged to be fucked like the slut he was. The muscled girl began pushing her fat cock into the girly boy, causing him to moan loudly. Once her fat cock was buried in his asshole, she roughly picked him up by his legs and faced the camera.

Girly boy's face was a mask of mixed pleasure and pain. The muscled girl started pounding his asshole, causing his cock to bounce erratically. Their moans built and built, along with mine. My hand was a blur on my cock. Suddenly girly boy screamed, and cum started flying from his cock. The muscle girl buried her cock in his ass and moaned loudly. My cock erupted all over my stomach.

After a moment the muscle girl pulled girly boy off her cock and set him down. The camera zoomed in on his freshly fucked asshole, which dripped cum. I must have been more tired than I thought. I managed to get my shorts over my cock, and then I fell asleep.

The next few days passed quickly, and without interest. Until the day identified in the letter arrived. I had written it on my things-to-remember board, not entirely sure what to do about it. When I woke up, I decided not to go. It was probably a mistake, or a practical joke. Whatever it was, it wasn't meant for me. My mind was made up.

As the day wore on though, my mind wasn't so sure. What would the harm in showing up be? If it turned out to not be for me, or something I didn't like, I could leave.

"What's the worst it could be?" I asked myself.

It could be a bunch of perverts, or maybe a cult. What if they started sacrificing animals? What if they started killing people? I started to get so worked up that my heart was pounding. Then I started laughing. I was being silly about this. It was probably nothing, and if it wasn't, I would decide what to do from there. Satisfied with my answer, I put it out of my mind.

As I got ready for whatever it was, I dressed moderately. A button-up black shirt with a loose pair of khaki pants seemed nice enough but not too nice. I checked my appearance in the mirror. My close cropped hair and well shaven face made me seem like a young business man in my opinion. Just the look I was going for.

I drove to the address I was given with butterflies in my stomach. What was I so nervous for? Because I wasn't entirely sure what was going on, I answered myself. But that made life exciting, right? Right! Trying new things, meeting new people. Maybe I'd even find a job here tonight.

When I arrived at the address, the sun had been down for an hour. The building I pulled up to was demure and completely black. The building was a decent size, but the darkness made it hard to judge. It reminded me of a strip club, only the building was obviously well maintained. I was nervous about this, but I continued on. Around back was a fair sized parking lot, with only one empty spot.

I walked up to the door, not knowing what to expect. A large bouncer politely stopped me and asked if I had an invitation. I handed him the letter, which I had stuffed in my pocket. He glanced at it and ushered me in. I was guided in to what looked like a strip club floor room, with a main stage, lots of seats, and doors leading to other rooms.

Confused wasn't the word. I suddenly felt very silly for worrying so much, but I was also slightly put off. Why would someone go through all the trouble of that letter to get me to come to a strip club? Maybe it was a special promotion, where thousands of people had been mailed letters, trying to promote a new strip club. That made sense.

I was here, so I figured I might as well enjoy it. I sat down at an empty table and looked around the room. The tables where dark, making it hard to see any faces. But it seemed like a pretty normal strip club. A few young guys, a few older gentlemen, and people of all ages in between.

The DJ announced the next dancer. Some cheesy rap song start playing, and a spotlight hit the stage. A buxom black girl came out. She had nice bouncy tits, and a bubble butt. Oddly enough, she wore a tight bikini top that barely contained her tits, and a small pair of gym shorts. It was attractive, but it seemed odd.

People clapped and applauded as she danced around the stage, offering glimpses of her tits. The crowd wanted more though, and kept yelling for her to take off the shorts. I wasn't too turned on by this, having spent more money than I like to admit in strip clubs.

She leaned over and hooked her thumbs into the elastic waist of her shorts. The crowd cheered, and the lights slowly dimmed as the shorts slid off her ass. The crowded boo'd good naturedly. I was interested now, and despite myself leaned forward in my seat.

As the dancer slowly turned, the lights came back up. I nearly fell out of my chair. Hanging between her legs was a cock! It was only semi-erect, but it was a cock. The crowd went wild at this. Was I seeing things? I finally understood the letter, but nothing else made sense.

I watched as an older man came up, and put a dollar on the stage. The dancer came over and knelt down with her legs on either side of his head. Slowly she worked her cock around his lips, gently probing his mouth. Her cock was obviously growing, much to the crowd's pleasure.

She stood up and danced away. The older man sat down, looking immensely pleased, getting slapped on the back by some friends near him. I was shocked. My mind was reeling from this latest development, and I just didn't know what to make of it. The dancer sat down and started stroking her cock.

It was obvious she was getting close to cumming already. She wiggled a finger, beckoning someone from the crowd. A middle aged man timidly crept on the stage, and walked over to the dancer. She pulled his legs out from under him, and quickly pinned his shoulders with her knees. Her cock was positioned perfectly at his face, and after a few more strokes cum started spurting out.

The man seemed to recover quickly and lapped at the cum hungrily. I sat back in my chair dumbfounded. My cock was rock hard, and I was hornier than I could ever remember being. But something felt wrong. I suddenly wanted to leave.

I didn't run, but I walked quickly. In my panic to leave, though, I went to the first door I saw. As I closed the door behind me I shut my eyes and rested against its cool surface, trying to catch my spinning thoughts. I very quickly noticed I wasn't outside though.

"Well what do we have here? A young peeping tom," came a deep sultry voice from behind my eye lids.

My eyes shot open, and I don't know if that was the best thing to do. I was surrounded by gorgeous big cocked girls! Every where I looked, there were girls of every size and type, all unified by the pleasant pieces of meat hanging between their legs. My head swiveled side to side, seeking an escape.

Then my eyes locked on her, and I could see nothing else. Her well-oiled muscles made her unique, even in this group. How many times had I seen her at night in my room? It was the well-muscled girl from the porn flick that I enjoyed watching so much. She walked forward, full of grace and power, her cock swaying almost disgustingly.

"Well mister, are you gonna answer me?" She said as she loomed closer.

"I...I....I..." Was all I could stutter.

"Awww, a newbie!" a voice from outside my vision squealed.

"Is that true? Is this your first time with our little club?" The well-muscled girl asked, putting her face close enough to mine that I could have kissed her.

"There's some sort of mistake. I'm trying to leave." I said weakly.

"Oh there's no mistake mister. We hand pick all our members. I bet you have a certain file on your computer starring me, don't you?" She said in a knowing voice.

How could she know?

"We have a special little extra code in that file. If it doesn't get deleted after 30 days, or gets watched 30 times it sends us the information of the person watching it. You had a month to remedy this little 'mistake', but you didn't."

I was caught like a deer in the headlights. Her presence was overpowering, her demeanor overriding my urge to run. She looked me up and down, and I got the feeling she knew every detail about me.

"What's your name?" She asked, but her eyes made it more a demand.

"Victor." I blurted.

"Not any more. Your name is now Vicky." She replied.

This caused me to find a little bit of my spine.

"Hey what makes you think you can just tell me what my own name is?" I said trying to stand up straight.

Suddenly her hand snatched mine and pulled it to her cock. My hand grabbed it instinctively. I froze all over again. She started my hand pumping.

"I know exactly what you want Vicky, even if you don't. You love watching girls like me, with big hard cocks fucking other girls and boys. And your dirty little secret is you want to be that little boy I fuck. You know it, even if you won't admit it yet. But you'll come around."

Her cock was so hot and big, it filled my hand. I had never touched another cock before in my life. Precum oozed from the tip. Could it be true what she was saying? Is this what I wanted?

"NO." I yelped and pulled my hand away like I had been burned.

But she just smiled a knowing smile. It reminded me of a shark, knowing it was going to get the kill, maybe just not as soon as it wanted.

"NO!" I yelled again. Finally recovering my wits, I opened the door and was out in a flash.

Maybe I ran out of the building, maybe I walked. I don't remember. My heart was pounding out of my chest, and my mind was racing faster than I could drive. I made it back to my apartment and slammed the door behind me. My hands where shaking as I paced the room, trying to make sense of what just happened.

As my mind wandered, I failed to notice that on occasion my hand curved back to the exact fit of her cock.

The next few days were a blur that seemed to drag on interminably. I couldn't concentrate on anything. When I tried to fill out job applications, I would forget things, mess up and have to start over. From the moment I woke up until I fell into a restless sleep, my mind raced. I kept replaying that scene in my mind.

I was horny almost constantly. My cock ached for release, but I refused to give in. I knew the moment I started stroking myself I would be thinking about her. I wanted to watch that video so badly, but I wouldn't let myself. The effect was maddening. 

Two days after the fated night I got another letter. I tore it up without even opening it. The next day another arrived. It went in the trash unopened as well.

I kept thinking about her words though. What if she was right? What if deep down inside that's what I wanted? I wouldn't go so far as to say I had never been happy with my sex life, but sometimes I got a nagging feeling that something was missing.

Wasn't that normal though? Every guy wished he was a few inches longer, and that he was fucking models. But even as I tried to tell myself this, I knew there was something more.

Everyday more letters came. A week had passed since that night, and six letters had been trashed, unopened. The seventh sat on the counter, and I thought about opening it. Maybe I should write them back, tell them to stop writing me these letters. Did I want them to stop sending me letters?

Finally I opened the letter. It apologized that I hadn't enjoyed the show, but invited me to attend again. That night I didn't sleep. I tossed and turned in bed all night, trying to find peace. Images kept flashing in my mind of those beautiful girls with their hard cocks.

My arm crept down my body, like it had a mind of its own. My cock was rock hard, and ached for my touch. It felt like my cock was on fire, and the slow strokes of my hand made that fire burn higher. I tried to stop myself, but my body wanted release, it needed it.

I could picture her naked, standing over me. So confident and sure of herself. And I was her little toy. My mouth wrapped around her cock, as my hand sped up on my own. As I imagined myself sucking that glorious cock, I felt my orgasm building. When I could hold back no longer, she pulled her cock out of my mouth and sprayed my face with her hot spunk.

I was drained, physically, mentally, and emotionally. My mind was made up, I would go back. What was I going back to, though?

The next week sped by so fast I didn't have a chance to change my mind. That night I wore a pair of carpenter pants and a grey shirt. I went and got a haircut before I went, wanting to look my best for some reason.

When I arrived my heart was pounding. As I walked to the door my mind suddenly went blank. The door guard ushered me in, not even checking my letter. I was in autopilot mode.

It was the exact same of course. I vaguely noticed a few people point at me. I must have caused a scene last time when I was running away. But I couldn't focus on them. I couldn't seem to focus on anything. There where plenty of open seats, but I headed for that fateful door.

I entered without knocking, it seemed silly to. As I entered I could feel all the eyes in both rooms focus on me. As the door shut behind me, it felt as if the staring increased. As I looked around that dressing room, I was once again assaulted with girls of every description. Some lounged around naked, their cocks proudly displayed. Some seemed to be getting ready, putting on costumes for the next performance.

Then she spotted me. She was on the far side of the room, but suddenly I couldn't see anything else. Everything else ceased to be. I watched her walk towards me. It was like staring down a lioness moving in for the kill.

She walked up until she was nose to nose with me.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. What can I help you with Vicky?" She said in my ear.

Words refused to form. I stood there, frozen. What did I want? Could I even bring myself to say it? How could I say what I wanted, when I wasn't even sure what I wanted myself. She looked into my eyes and must have seen this. Her demeanour softened slightly.

"I'll tell you what Vicky. You go back out to the floor and come see us after everyone leaves. You won't be disappointed," she said.

It sounded like as good a choice as any. I nodded my head dumbly. She opened the door for me, and I scooted out. Everyone turned and looked at me, much to the disappointment of the girl on stage. I sat down at a table by myself and waited.

The night passed quickly. Girls came and went on the main stage. All around me men, and to my surprise a fair number of normal women, paid for lapdances. On occasion they went into private booths. I ordered a drink and made it last the night. For some reason I wanted my wits about me.

Suddenly, everyone was gone. How could I have zoned out for that long? The bouncer poked his head in, saw me, but said nothing. Apparently I was expected now. As I stood up, my legs felt like lead. But I forced them to move forward, carrying me back into that room. I would have my answers, whatever my question was.

This time I did knock. I heard the chitter of voices suddenly stop. The door cracked open, and then I was being pulled in. I was dragged to the center of the room, and I heard the door slam behind me. My heart beat faster.

I stood there, feeling like a freak on display. What did I expect? Once again I saw her. She smiled when she saw me. It was still a predatory smile, but it seemed warm at the same time. How was that possible?

"You came back. I'm very impressed," she said as she walked up to me.

I trembled slightly as she walked around me, inspecting every inch of my body.

"I had some doubts as to whether you would come back, but we couldn't stop the whole club for this." She said as she gently touched my back, stomach, and legs.

She faced me.

"But before we go any further, my name is Lindsey. And you have to tell me why you want to be here," she said as she looked me dead in the eye.

"I..." the words stopped. Why did I want to be here?

The whole room tensed. Would I bolt again? Would I say the right thing? What if I said the wrong thing? But I had to press on, I couldn't stop now.

"I want to know...if what you told me is true," I said in a rush.

Lindsey smiled again, more warmly this time.

"That's good enough for me. Ladies, shall we?" she said.

I was led to a chair, but as I crossed the room, hands pulled at my clothes. My shirt was torn away and was gone. Someone worked my pants off, my shoes disappeared. By the time I sat down I was naked, and very conscious of the fact.




Vicky Ch. 01



"First we need to get rid of all that hair," I heard Lindsey say from behind me.

The chair suddenly reclined and a foot rest extended out. Hands covered my body. I felt something being poured all over me and being spread around. It tingled, and I heard many giggles as a hand worked the strange substance between my legs and up onto my balls.

"Make no doubt about it Vicky, you're undergoing a transformation right now. By the time this night is up, you'll have gone from a confused man to a confident girl. Or as close to it as you can," Lindsey said as the hands rubbed my body.

"But, I like girls. I'm not into guys at all," I said, feeling oddly comfortable.

"Well, more specifically, you like girls with cocks. But that doesn't matter."

Then the hands were gone, and I was oddly disappointed.

"We have to wait a few minutes before we take this stuff off so I hope you're comfortable."

"Lindsey are um..." I started to say, not really sure how to finish my sentence.

"Some of us are born this way, honest to god hermaphrodites. Like me. Others are transsexuals and cross dressers. Girly boys. I started all this. I figured there had to be a pretty good market for gals like ourselves. So I started recruiting girls, and I started this club and a few other ones," Lindsey explained.

"Which are..."

"That's their secret. If they want to tell you, they will. But right now you need to be more worried about yourself Vicky."

There was a silence that seemed to stretch on until finally Lindsey announced it was time to wipe me off. Once again hands descended on me. I looked down and figured I'd been covered in something like Nair. As towels gently wiped me clean, smooth skin was left behind. It was strange seeing my chest, arms and legs without hair.

I was told to roll over, which I did. The process was repeated on my back. As my butt was being covered, a few errant fingers brushed my asshole. One even slipped in a little. I tensed as a reaction, and heard someone giggle. Was that what Lindsey was talking about?

Lindsey made small chat with the girls overseeing my transformation. Whenever I asked a question, I was always answered, but otherwise verbally ignored. I was wiped clean again, and someone smacked my butt before I could roll back over. Someone else made a joke about what a fine ass I had and I blushed.

"Now, for your outfit," Lindsey said as I was pulled to a dressing room, the door shut behind me.

The other girls hadn't been idle while I was getting cleaned up. A school girl's outfit was already laid out for me. In a flurry, girls pulled clothes on me. As I was trying to pull up the white cotton panties though, I was stopped. Bent over, with my ass out to the world, I felt very exposed.

Suddenly I felt something warm and wet caressing my ass crack. I glanced back to see a pretty Asian cleaning me with a wet wipe. She pushed into my asshole and twisted her fingers around. After a few more swipes she was apparently satisfied and told me to finish getting dressed.

No sooner than I had I finished pulling the tight panties up, hands began fixing a wig to my head. They seemed to know what they were doing, and in short order I was ushered on to a chair. I sat down conscious of how my little plaid skirt didn't cover me very well. How did girls deal with this? I crossed my legs, but still felt exposed. It was making me horny.

Girls buzzed about me, expertly applying make up to my face. They briefly discussed skin tones and eye liners and finally agreed on something. It felt strange having makeup on my face. What did I look like? I had a sinking feeling I was getting done up for a fool so they could laugh and then kick me out to the street.

I heard Lindsey's voice behind me, shooing the girls out. The door closed again, and I suddenly had the impression we were alone together. Why did that make me so...nervous?

"Come with me," Lindsey said softly and held out her hand.

I took it and allowed her to lead me over to a mirror. When I saw my reflection, I stopped dead in my tracks. Starring back at me was a petite, lightly tanned schoolgirl. Her face had some slightly masculine features, but she still seemed very sensual. She was beautiful. Was that me?

"That's you alright. My girls are good, and you were a great place to start anyway," Lindsey whispered in my ear.

Her strong hands turned me to face her, and she took my hands in hers.

"This is your last chance to stop. But if you stop now, you'll never be able to come back, never be able to find out...what if.... Look at yourself though. You came in here a non-descript, nobody male. Now you're a beautiful young woman."

It occurred to me that she was right. As a male, I didn't stand out at all. Maybe that's why my becoming a woman hadn't been so hard. But I had spent my whole life as a man. Could I even adjust to becoming a woman?

"You're still here, so that means you want to finish this. I want to tell you one more thing. You're my girl now. I brought you into this. For now, I'm in control of you. But I'll never treat you harshly, only roughly during sex. But I'll never really hurt you, and I'll never embarrass you in public." Suddenly she smiled like a predator again. "In private, with a few friends, is something else. But it's just sex."

I nodded my head, unsure of what to say. Lindsey put her strong hands on either side of my face and pulled me in for a kiss. Once more I was shocked. I was used to kissing people, not being kissed. She dominated my mouth, gently but firmly dancing her tongue across mine. I realized she had been dominating me from the moment we met.

"Let's go break you in, slut," she whispered in my ear.

Lindsey led me back into the main break room and I could feel the silence.

"Listen up girls. This is our new girl Vicky. Have some fun with her, but no one, and I mean no one, fucks her before me. Fingers are fine, but keep those cocks out of her ass for now."

Suddenly the room erupted in cat calls. It seemed like the girls had been waiting for this since I walked in. Everywhere I looked girls were stripping off clothes and stroking cocks to full hardness. No one was forcing me, so I guess I had to pick where I started. I spied a petite Asian girl sitting on a couch stroking a medium size cock. I would start there.

I walked over and knelt in front of her. She smiled at me, and I could hear several people complain that they should get first crack at me. My hand snaked across her thigh to her cock and she grabbed my wrist. She held me in place, looking deep into my eyes. Now I understood.

"May I please suck your cock?" I asked in my meekest voice, which made me sound like a girl. Already I was getting the hang of this.

She nodded, and released my hand. Again my body trembled as I gently wrapped my fingers around her cock. I heard her gasp a little, but I was immersed in my own world. Her cock felt similar to my own, but different in a way I couldn't quite put my finger on. I slowly started stroking, just as I would with my own cock. Her hands gently grabbed the back of my head urging me towards her cock.

I tried to think of exactly what I liked girls doing for me in this situation. I ran my tongue up the length of her cock. The taste of salty sweat greeted my tongue, but I found it rather pleasant. My tongue worked all over her cock, covering it in spit. Again her hands pressured the back of my head, and I knew exactly what she wanted.

I angled her cock down and shifted my position, trying to better align myself with her cock. My lips kissed the head of her cock, and tasted the precum oozing from it. I licked at it greedily. Then I slowly slid my mouth down around that hot throbbing cock. About half of her cock fit in my mouth before I felt a slight gag in my throat. I stopped and savored it for a moment. I could feel it pulse in my mouth, feel it swell as I pushed it as deep down my throat as I could.

After that it was easy to figure out what to do. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, keeping my teeth away from that glorious piece of cock invading my mouth. My tongue swirled around the head, tickling the opening at the very tip. The Asian girl moaned approvingly, and made a comment that I was a natural born cocksucker.

My head started bobbing almost of its own accord. I had seen this done, and had it done on me often enough that it almost was natural. The precum and sweat made a salty taste in my mouth that was strangely addicting. I found I liked it. The Asian girl urged me on, forcing my head up down quicker and quicker.

"You're such a good slut. Such a good cocksucking whore," she moaned.

I realized how horny I was getting throughout all of this. My cock strained against my cotton panties. Hearing myself being called a slut made me even hornier. I wanted to prove how good I could be.

While this was running through my head, the Asian girl started jerking sporadically. Suddenly I felt a hot thick liquid shooting into my mouth. This hot Asian girl was coming in my mouth. She forced her cock as far down my throat as she could, spraying cum deep into me. I nearly came myself.

I dutifully swallowed every drop. It was even saltier than the precum, and slightly bitter. But not as horrible as some girls had told me it was. As her cum landed in my stomach, it seemed to ignite a hunger for more.

My mouth released her semi hard cock and I turned, looking for my next cock. Apparently some girls just couldn't wait for me to pick. The plump black girl I had seen my first night walked up, her large cock swaying. I reached up to grab her cock but she smacked my hands away.

"Put your hands down slut. I'm gonna fuck your little whore mouth until I cum. So keep your hands at your side while I'm treating you like the fucking slut you are," she commanded me.

I knelt as straight as I could, my hands rigid at my side. My mouth opened as far as I could. The plump black girl slapped her fat cock against my face, calling me a whore and a slut. I eagerly tried to catch her cock with my mouth, but she kept moving it, taunting me.

But she didn't taunt me for long. She grabbed my head and forced her cock into my mouth. She pushed past my gag reflex so fast I didn't even have time to choke. Suddenly my nose was pressed against her stomach, and I couldn't breathe. I worked my tongue as much as I could but kept my hands at my sides.

She pulled her cock almost all the way out, and then made good on fucking my mouth. Drool leaked down my chin as she slammed her cock in and out of my wet orifice. On occasion I would gag slightly, but this just seemed to encourage her. She was obviously very worked up.

Soon I felt her whole body go rigid. Tears streamed down my face and mixed with the drool on my chin. Once again I felt cum start to pour into my mouth. I tried to swallow it, but she was cumming so much. Some leaked out with my drool and her cock was covered with the slick mixture.

When she pulled her cock out of my mouth I slumped down. Despite the tears in my eyes I was more turned on than I ever had been in my life. Being used like that made me horny in ways I never would have imagined. I felt hands tilt my chin up. The plump black girl kissed me roughly, but it was still a kiss.

She stepped back and I was given a moment to wipe my eyes. But my lust for cocks and for cum had only increased. I looked around. Some girls had left, not wanting to wait for their chance to use me. Others were using each other, while still intently watching me. I saw a white girl sitting in a chair practically lost in her pleasure. Her huge tits bounced and jiggled as she stroked her long cock. It was thinner then the one I had just finished.

I started to stand when suddenly her eyes opened and locked on mine.

"If you want this cock, slut, then crawl over here and get it," she said in a husky voice.

I obeyed immediately, dropping to my hands and knees. As I crawled, I begged.

"Please let me suck that wonderful cock of yours. I'm so horny, and I want more cum inside me. Use my mouth to please your cock. Just please pump all your hot cum down my throat," I whimpered.

When I reached her, I dove immediately into the task. My mouth engulfed her cock, quickly coating it with spit. I felt hands on my ass, pulling my skirt up and my panties down. Part of me wanted to look back, but I desperately wanted to make this big titted cock girl cum in my mouth.

A gelled up finger probed around my asshole, gently teasing it. I moaned, and wiggled my hips, hoping to entice them. It was shocking to think that I wanted to be fucked more than I wanted to fuck something else. My mouth drooled even more and I sped up my pace.

I felt the finger push into my asshole. I tried to remain as loose as possible, but it was hard not to tense a little. The invading finger was so well lubed though, that even when I clenched they managed to twist it around, making me moan more.

"That's right, moan on my cock you little slut. Such a dirty slut, wanting me to cum in her mouth," the white girl said.

Her hands pulled my mouth off her cock with a slight pop.

"I don't think you deserve my cum," she said, sounding vaguely disgusted.

"Oh god, please cum in my mouth. I'm just a little cock slut, I need to be cummed inside. I live to make your cock feel good. Please, please use my mouth to cum inside," I begged.

As she forced her cock back into my mouth I felt another finger enter my ass. Slowly the fingers worked in and out of my asshole, spreading me slightly. I tried to match that pace but couldn't control myself. My head bobbed as fast as I could on the long white cock, sucking for all I was worth.

I felt her body tense beneath me, and I knew now what was about to happen. I was more than ready for the third finger sliding into my ass as the first spurt cum of hit my mouth. I trembled on the ragged edge of cumming myself while swallowing all the cum flooding my mouth.

My head was spinning. I let her cock fall from my mouth but had to rest my head on her lap for a moment. The big tittied white girl stroked my head and shoulders, telling me what a good cock sucking slut I was. Still the fingers worked my asshole, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I wanted to tell them to stop, but I wasn't sure how to, or even why I would want to.

Suddenly the fingers stopped and withdrew from my asshole. I groaned and pushed my ass back. I heard someone laugh a deep sultry laugh and I looked back. Standing over me, her big cock fully erect, was Lindsey.

"I can't wait to fuck you any more," she said, sounding very confident yet looking like a shark again.

She grabbed my hips and easily picked me up. With no more care than if I was a doll, she set me down in the middle of the room, ass up. I heard the girls gather around. The thing I was most aware of, though, was Lindsey behind me. I heard a faint slick-slick as she poured lube all over her massive cock. It must have been at least 9 inches long, and properly thick to match. 

I was terrified this was going to hurt, but I couldn't stop now. I wanted to get fucked, I realized. The pain would be worth it if I could just finally get fucked. My cock throbbed, eager for release. Her strong hands tore away my panties and skirt, exposing me completely. 

I felt a cool gel being poured down my ass crack. Gentle fingers worked it into my asshole and a finger quickly slid completely into me. In rapid succession a second and a third joined it, stretching my asshole, preparing me. A fourth digit pushed against my asshole and slowly worked its way in. My cock twitched madly, jerking almost as if it were cuming.

A groan escaped my lips. I felt like I was being stretched to my limit, but I loved feeling so full. It was a wonderful feeling. My mind drifted in the pleasure of it all. After slowly working those four fingers in and out of my ass, I felt them with draw.

"Now Vicky, get ready for this cock to fuck your tight virgin asshole," Lindsey whispered in my ear.

Lindsey pressed the head of her cock against my asshole, and I truly understood just how big it was. I tried to remain limp as it was being pushed into me. At first there was pressure, then the head slid in. It stretched me as much as the fingers had, and I knew there was more coming.

Slowly but surely Lindsey pushed her cock deeper. My asshole gripped the invader tightly. It hurt, but intertwined with the pain was small bits of pleasure. It was a strange mixture. Finally I felt her hips press against my ass. My asshole felt like it was on fire, but the pain was slowly subsiding.

Lindsey grunted and slowly started pulling her cock back out. I moaned, and tried to work my fingers into the carpet. She worked herself almost all the way out, just to start slowly back in. My ass seemed to quickly accommodate this fat cock, and I was soon feeling pleasure from the deep strokes.

Evidently Lindsey knew I was ready too. Suddenly her cock slammed in my asshole. I screamed, but barely had time to breath before she started jack hammering me. Pain and pleasure mixed again, this time with more pleasure than pain. My cock swelled to bursting.

I felt Lindsey's strong hands grab the underside of my thighs and hoisted me up, exactly like in the porn movie. She bounced me on her cock, moaning my ear. The pleasure was incredible, more than I've ever felt in my life. I was hooked, I realized. I loved getting fucked and sucking girl cocks. Maybe even guys cocks too.

"Why don't you say something, slut?" Lindsey whispered harshly in my ear.

My mind failed to understand, but my mouth seemed to already know what to say.

"My name is Vicky and I love cocks! I'm a slut, a dirty whore, and I love getting fucked! I want to be fucked, and to suck cocks until they cum down my throat!" I screamed.

The girls surrounding me cheered. Lindsey plunged her cock into my ass one final time, and I felt her pumping loads of hot cum into my asshole. This sent me over the edge. My cum furiously shot out from my cock. Every time Lindsey sprayed another jet into my ass, my own cock spurted again.

Finally Lindsey stopped filling my ass with cum. She gently pulled me off her cock and placed me face down on the floor. My ass stuck up, and I could feel a cool breeze brush my gaping asshole. Cum leaked down and tickled my balls. I gingerly reached back and felt my asshole trying to close back up. I clenched and it obeyed. It hurt, but my asshole was shut again. If I stopped clenching, more cum would dribble out of me, and I didn't want that.

Lindsey bent over me and gently rubbed my empty balls.

"You're mine now, baby. I took your anal virginity. Suck a few more cocks, and then let's leave."

I sat up, conscious of the soreness in my ass. Eagerly girls came forward, their cocks leading the way. I was still riding the wave of post-orgasm happiness. My mouth made short work of the cocks thrust into my mouth. Things seemed to blur, but then Lindsey was helping me up and helping me put on another pair of panties.

She pulled me in and kissed me deeply. I melted into her arms. I had enjoyed tonight for more reasons than just the great sex, but I was also troubled. How could I live? Was I Victor, or Vicky? Could I still pretend to be Victor, or was I pretending to be Vicky? Lindsey somehow sensed my thoughts.

"You'll have to decide how you want to live. You can either be Victor, Vicky, or a mixture of the two. Which ever works for you. You do make a beautiful woman. Whatever you choose though, I'll be here to help you through. I did make you the woman you are, after all," she said, smiling warmly.

She kissed me again and we left. I followed her home, not wanting to be alone for some reason. We fucked again that night, but it was gentler, more like love making. Did I love her? I didn't know. It was just another question I would have to answer. As I drifted to sleep, her cock still buried in my ass, I was suddenly very thankful for that letter.



Vicky Ch. 01



Man this girl is dumb. I wouldn't have read 500 pages if I knew she'd pick the wrong guy. He doesn't respect her. What girl would have her choice of two men and would pick the one who will dump her as soon as her tits and ass start to sag? The other guy respects and loves her! So what, he has a kid, big deal. Kids are cute. Girls can be so dumb sometimes! Ugh!

I slammed the book shut. One more terrible novel to add to the pile. That's the problem with reading all the time, you run out of books that are sure things. I shut my eyes and listened to the quiet evening. My foot hung over the side of the hammock, resting on a low branch I use to rock myself back and forth, pushing off gently every time the hammock slowed. It's a beautiful May. Even as the sun sets, the air is warm.

Isn't this the life? I think to myself.

The sun warms my skin, the breeze is passing through the treetops, and I can hear the chirps and whistles of forest life. I think of how the forest reminds me of a city. The chirps and whistles are the car horns, the breeze passing through the treetops are like the sounds of traffic passing by, the trees are the skyscrapers, and the sun is the city's bright lights. Then I realize how lame I am for even thinking that.

You're such a boring old lady, I remind myself. You've spent too much time in this tree.

Why don't I get out of it and go to the mall or out somewhere you're wondering? I've tried that and since I'm still in this tree obviously that crashed and burned. Isn't this the life? Is it? I don't think so? I'm nineteen. This is lame.

Where are other girls my age right now? By a lake with friends? Parked on some lookout, kissing a guy? Drinking? Partying? Laughing. Flirting. Living. Yeah, probably exactly those things. This is my divided mind, in love with books and writing, yet indescribably curious about the life I'm not living. This forest city and my hammock vantage point fill my every summer weekend. My winter weekends are spent by the fire with hot tea, reading and definitely not kissing anyone, in case you hadn't made that assumption yet.

My aunts and uncles tell me I'll be a great author someday. They see me always reading and think I'm a studious, brilliant young woman. They're certain that someday I'll write a best-selling novel and they'll all be able to tell everyone they know that they're related the author; she's my granddaughter, my niece, my cousin. They'll never get to brag about me though. It's not that I'm not smart. I think I'm pretty sharp. I'm smart enough to realize that my favorite books are about people's interesting lives. My favorite authors fill their books with characters who are full of life and eccentricities that are inspired by people they met. They write about achievements, funny situations, love, adventures gone wrong, sex gone wrong, and this all takes place in some city the author lived in while broke and desperate. None of this reflects my life. No great authors write about hammocks, forest cities, fireside reading, and their conversation-less high school careers. If only my family knew how much time my mind spends in the gutter, thinking of boys, wondering about sex, reading trashy novels, occasionally even watching a porn, and always waking up with the help of my best friend the vibrator.

I hear the screen door slam and glance back towards the house. My mother's setting the table with my father. I throw both legs over the side of the hammock and start climbing down the few branches.

"Vicky, dinner!" my mother yells, as if I weren't already walking toward her.

As I get halfway across the back lawn I get the full view of tonight's outfit.

She's without shame, I think to myself.

Her bottom is a wrap but it's practically sheer. The woman has more sheer clothing than not. Of course underneath she's only slipped on a g-string for a bathing suit. Typical but still not something I can ignore. Winter after winter goes by and as soon as the warm weather hits she's in tiny bikinis showing off to every Dick and Tom that her body apparently did not age at all this year either. Genes I should be thankful for but her sexy clothing just annoys me.

It's dumb to act so jealous because I have the same wide hips, tiny waist, and big boobs as her. But whereas the world seems to bend to her will, it generally meets my dreams with a big "hell to the no". My hourglass figure will probably be gone by the time I'm 25, 30 at best. I'm just being realistic, my mother is a freak of nature, most curvy, hourglass bodies eventually take on a beach ball shape that wouldn't even get a second look from a sixteen year old kid with no internet to satisfy his "curiosity".

I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you've now realized that I have a hot body and yet am not popular and you're thinking that this doesn't make any sense. Here enters "Frank", my Dad. He's a dork. He's the most lovable dork in the world, which is why my Mom and I put up with his being a giant dork. The poor guy always says the wrong thing, he mumbles when he's nervous, he dances like he's in the 70s, and to top it all off he makes awkward, dorky comments in public. Still, we love him. Point being, I'm not cool because I get my looks from miss teenie-bikini but get my social skills from Frank the wank.

We sat down at the table. My mother's breasts were as on display as her ass.

"What'd you do today Vicky?" A question asked with plenty of attitude without even the courtesy of veiled attitude.

"You know what I did."

"You graduate next month Vicky. I know we've talked about this before but maybe you could put down the books and try to socialize a bit."

"Yeah Vick, your Mom and I think you're really cool, you just need to show everyone how cool you are," my Dad chimes in.

He's such a boob. Can't he tell that she's just on a tear? She wants to convince me to not be an introvert, as if it's a switch I can flick.

"You know Vick, you chose a college with 13,000 students and you start next fall. Don't you think you should practice for college? Maybe this summer could be different."

"I chose colleges based on writing programs, not the size of the student body. I'll be one of them and I can ignore the other 12,999 if I want to. And what do you mean practice? Practice talking? I'm talking right now."

"Talking... and other things."

"Oh, like what Mom? Sex?"

God, everything with her is about having fun, partying, clothes, and sex. I must have been adopted.

"Is it so bad that I want you to have sex Vicky? My god, it's just sex. You're probably the only virgin in your grade and you're about to go to college. You'll be the virgin with no friends, who doesn't go to parties and just reads. I won't be there to push you and soon enough you'll have nothing in your life but books and cats. Is that what you want?"

"Great. Thanks Mom. We're two minutes into dinner and we're diving into the 'Vicky's a prude' comments."

"So what. Sue me! I want you to live a little. Go to a club, a party, something! Jesus, is getting out really so terrible Vicky."

"How about I just skip the foreplay and find some guys on craigslist to gang-bang me?!?! Would that get you to leave me alone about it!"

"Go to a gang-bang for all I care! No ones dies at a gang-bang Vicky. Satan doesn't pop out of someone's ass and damn them all to hell! I wouldn't sign up for a gang-bang on Craigslist but there's safe ways to do it. It's just a bunch of people having sex."

OMG. She's talking like she knows. She's probably speaking from experience! I don't to ask, or even think about it. An image pops into my head of my Mom in the middle of our living room floor, surrounded by nude men. Gross.

Just ignore it, and move on. I tell myself.

She keeps going on her rant, "and I'm not saying get gang-banged anyway. You're such a drama queen. I'm saying go out. Get drunk. Make a mistake or two. Don't do anything too dangerous but its a summer night, your classmates are out somewhere having fun and you're here. You're on the verge on being boring Vicky. I don't want my daughter to become the cat lady who at the worst, grows old with her cats and, at best, gets married to some boring accountant who is just as boring."

It was a long pause. I wanted to tell her to shut up and leave me alone about it. The boring thing hit home though. We'd had to answer a yearbook questionnaire last week. It asked to choose just one word I'd use to describe myself. The first word that popped into my head was 'boring'. Negativity wasn't really my style so I didn't write that. I prefer to protect my self-image with witty, sarcastic emotional walls. I wrote 'long winded'. It popped into my head and I found it funny. Evasive. Yearning. Dreaming. Stunted. Other words I won't write but know to be true.

"Vicky, I work in an office all day. Most of the people in it are beyond boring. They're practically dead. I just don't want you to grow up to be like them. Live a little sweetie, you'll never regret it."

I couldn't bring myself to lie and tell her I disagreed. "Fine. I get it Mom. I'll try." If there's one thing that annoys me more than anything, it's my mother being right. Saying those few words out loud were difficult, but felt really good. I'd never agreed with her about this before, outwardly at least.

"Will you try, or are you just saying that?"

"I said I'll try. What do you need, a white flag?"

The rest of dinner went by without incident. I spent most of the time staring at her practically bare breasts. I keep asking myself what it means to try. I've watched the girls in my class get attention for years. It's not just a friendly attitude and winning smile. It's the way they dress and put themselves out there. They look older and sexier and the boys chase them. The more in demand you are, the more popular you are. I know the question. Can I put myself on display? How embarrassing will it be if I do and still no one notices me?

Deep down, I know the truth. I've been reserved and every attempt to reach out and change has been half hearted.

I try to be honest with myself. You're scared. If you keep doing this half-hearted, nothing will change and you might as well not try. God dammit, I said it. I'm scared to put myself out there. Fuck it, it's now or never. I grabbed my plate and a few other dishes, excused myself, and brought the dishes into the kitchen. I yelled to my Mom through the window.

"I'm taking your car to run a few errands". I was out the door before she could answer.

I drove to the mall and found my way to trashiest lingerie store in the whole place. I went to the skimpy lingerie section and found a few bras that look like they would be a size too small. They'd do the job. One was even sheer and you could see the nipples of the girl on the cover. I smiled knowing my breasts was bigger than hers. I wanted my tits to fall out of my shirt, miss teenie-bikini style. I grabbed skimpy panties to match.

I went to the dressing room and stripped down. Looking at my big, perky tits in the mirror gave me a moment of confidence. I took a deep breath, bent down and slipped the panties on. Looking at my reflection, the thin material really did compliment my hips. Somehow, my tits even looked better.

Hats off to the folks designing skimpy panties.

I turned and looked over my shoulder into the mirror to see my ass cheeks swallowing the thin material. Wow. Even sexier was the side profile of my breasts. If only I could just walk around school naked, I thought. I squeezed my tits into one of the skimpy bras. They looked amazing. The bra covered only up to about my nipple, everything above was bare and busting out begging for attention. Sexy. I felt like a character in one of my sex novels.

You could totally fuck an older, handsome dot com billionaire with a Yacht, who is also a spy, and knees-weak charming. Honestly, not kidding, in this outfit that's not even an exaggeration. In this outfit, that's pretty much where I belong. Or in an MTV video.

Then it struck me. The internet. That's a thing. I could post these! In my head, I knew I wouldn't. Still, I grabbed my phone and started posing in the mirror. I snapped a few shots of full frontal, then squeezed my hands into the cups of my bra and pulled my tits out just a little, until my nipples were barely showing. I took a few more shots. Then I turned around and bent over, pulling my underwear to the side. I took a few more.

Hash-tag, curves for days. I smiled thinking that actually sounded catchy.

I swiped through the images and my eyes went wide. I looked even better on screen! My breasts and hips and stomach actually looked hot. My stomach actually looked pretty fit. Who needs the gym, if I were a guy and I saw me in this outfit, I'd even fuck me.

I took tried on the other bras and panties. One bra pushed my tits up too far and made them look fake. A few of the panties didn't really do much. Three bras and four pairs of panties were amazing. One of the bras was a little transparent. I had no idea how that would come in hand, but it literally made me wet seeing what a slut I looked like wearing it. I put it in the keep pile. I took more pictures with each outfit.

After, I put my clothes back on, grabbed everything, and walked out to the register. I walked out with a big bag full of clothes I probably could have borrowed from my mother. Never in my life have I felt more like a hypocrite than walking out of the mall.

When I got home I headed straight for my room. My mom was sitting living room but didn't ask where went so I didn't tell her. I sat in my bed and pulled out the new items and then went to my closet and picked my outfit for the next day. If it didn't get guys giving me second looks, I knew I would crawl into a hole and die. I remembered my reflection in the dressing room mirror and told myself they'd give me third and fourth looks.

I laid back on my bed and suddenly realized how horny I'd gotten. I could feel the heat coming from my pussy. I reached under the mattress, grabbed my vibrator, shoved my hand under my waistband, and flicked the switch to on with my index finger. Laying on my bed, eyes closed, it only took me maybe thirty seconds before I was biting my lower lip. Ten seconds later I was squirming. I reached my other hand into my shirt and massaged my tits. Literally five seconds later I was cumming. I spent the next half hour with my vibrator in one hand while massing my tits with the other.



Vicky Ch. 02



Vicky stood in front of Paul trying to project the image of a tough Amazonian. She had always seemed to think she was bigger than her 5'-5" frame. Her tight, lacy top was barely covering the tops of her breasts and her short jean skirt was riding up her thighs slightly as she stood with her legs slightly apart. Defying Paul to try doing anything to her. 

Standing up quickly, Paul grabbed Vicky by her wrist. He pulled her close to him and glared back into her eyes, sensing her uncertainty at his actions. He placed his face inches from hers and could smell alcohol on her breath. Making him even more infuriated then he already was.

"You need to learn some things tonight." He said with a level voice. "And we're going to start with a little respect for me."

Turning away from her he began to stride down the hallway towards her bedroom, towing her behind him with ease. 

At 130 pounds her small frame had no chance to resist his actions. Her medium length, sandy-brown hair swirled around her head as Paul began to pull her down the hall. She didn't know if it was the three margaritas she had drank that evening or the shock of Paul's actions, but she didn't make a sound as he dragged her along. Her feet feeling like they were barely able to touch the ground at the speed he was moving.

Paul stood well over 6'-2" and at 210 pounds had not begun to put on the beer gut that a lot of his other friends were well on their way to developing. The lack of regular sex in his life had given him a reason to maintain a regular exercise regimen that kept him in pretty good shape. His frustration was spent on the treadmill and bowflex that they kept in the basement exercise room. Sometimes he found himself going well beyond his normal 2 hour workout after a particularly long stretch without sex with his wife.

Paul was surprised Vicky hadn't fought back yet but he realized that wouldn't last for long. He figured she was a little tipsy and couldn't believe what he was doing. The truth was he was shocked himself. He thought she would break his grip and run to her bedroom locking herself in for the night. He wasn't sure what he would have done then but so far things seemed to be going his way.

Paul's wife had performed her normal routine of drinking a full bottle of wine and then falling asleep on the couch watching tv. He had woken her up enough to get her into bed on the upper floor. He knew that nothing short of an earthquake was going to wake her up in the master bedroom at the opposite end of the house.

After he got his wife in bed he had spent most of the evening on the internet cruising the chat rooms and searching for new porn sites he hadn't seen before. Something always made him search out the sites featuring 18 to 25 year olds and the implication of this fact was just beginning to dawn on him as he pulled Vicky down the hall.

When they reached her bedroom he opened the door and pushed her through. She almost fell but caught herself and spun around to face him.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing asshole?" She said as she brought herself upright again. "All I have to do is scream for mom and she will kick you out for treating me like this."

"Really?" Said Paul, surprised at how calm his voice sounded. "And when I tell her you're just making this up because you've been drinking, what do you think she would do then Vicky?"

He saw the realization in her eyes then.

"Did you think I couldn't smell the alcohol? Do you think I don't know how much trouble I can get you in with your mom? She would be furious to find out you were drinking and staying out until 3 am. And I'm willing to bet your ride home had some drinks too. What do you think she would say about that Vicky?"

Vicky just stared at Paul. He was right. Her mom would absolutely flip if she knew about the drinks. She knew her mom couldn't help her now and that thought made her tremble a little as she looked up at Paul towering over her. Not sure what he intended to do.

"That still doesn't give you a right to treat me like a child." She said, trying to sound defiant again. 

"I'm an adult now and you have no right to treat me this way. Now get the fuck out of my room!" She reached out to push him toward the door, hoping her actions would surprise him and let her get the door closed and locked behind him, but she never had a chance.

As her hand came close to him Paul grabbed her by the wrist again and pulled her tight against his body.

"Not so fast Vicky. You still need to learn some things this evening. And the lessons start now."

He pushed her onto her bed on her back and climbed on top of her, straddling her hips. He grabbed both of her arms and pulled them up over her head, holding them down with one of his hands. He could feel her legs flailing over the edge of the mattress and knew she could not get any purchase with her feet to push herself away from him.

He looked down at her and smiled to see the absolute look of horror on her face as she began to get an idea of what he might be planning to do to her. He could tell she was about to scream for her mom and he quickly grabbed a small stuffed teddy bear from her pillow and shoved it into her mouth with his free hand.

"Don't even think of trying to scream. You're mom is passed out drunk and won't be awake for hours. And I'm just getting started with you."

He took a moment then as he held her down to consider the ramifications of his actions. He knew this could ruin his marriage if his wife ever found out about it. He would be back out on his own, and as much as he thought his life needed improvement, he wasn't sure it was worth leaving his wife for this.

But then he looked down at Vicky struggling on the bed. He saw the way her breasts were pushing against the fabric that had become tightly wrapped around her torso. And he was surprised to see that her nipples appeared to be getting harder as he watched them.

"Could this be arousing her?" He thought to himself.

He glanced over his shoulder to see that her skirt had ridden up around her hips when he had straddled her. He could clearly see the red lacy panties she was wearing. They were pushed slightly into her labia and he stared at the outline of her lips. Wondering if the panties had been pushed there by her ride home before she got out of the car.

Seeing her like this was beginning to distract him from his first goal. He looked back at her face. He could tell she knew he had been staring at her body. Her cheeks were flushed and red and she was breathing rapidly.

Vicky laid on her bed not believing what was happening. Paul was really pissed off at her and she was getting scared. She had never been treated like this and didn't know how to react. In her mind she was furious at him for daring to hold her down but she was also getting conflicting signals from her body. Her nipples had reacted to the fabric of her blouse rubbing against them when he moved her around. And she knew she was blushing when he looked at her, aware of the sexual tension in the air.

He lifted himself up slightly on his knees and reached down with his hand to grab her side and roll her onto her stomach. She barely had time to react and begin to struggle again before he had her hands behind her back. He moved his body off to her side and looked down at her smooth, young ass with the skirt bunched up around her lower back.

"You've been treating me like shit ever since I started dating your mom. I've tried to be patient with you for her sake but you have never shown me any respect. So tonight I'm going to treat you like the bratty, little, immature teenager you seem to be."

She felt Paul grab her side and his hand felt hot on her bare skin as he grabbed her below the fabric of her blouse. She was roughly turned onto her stomach and felt her hands wrenched behind her back as she was turned over. She felt Paul get off of her and kneel beside her. She was totally exposed to him and was feeling a mixture of fear and excitement running through her.

Paul saw those red panties tightly hugging her upper thighs and disappearing into the crack of her behind. "Those make a nice target." He thought to himself, right before he raised his free hand and brought it down hard on her ass. 

She began to try to spit the doll out of her mouth to beg Paul to stop when she felt a sharp pain on her bottom and heard the crack of his hand hitting her ass. When the blow landed it was like she had been hit by lightning. She jerked up under his hold and tried to kick herself free. Paul just pushed up on her arms a little to apply some pressure until she settled down again.

"There's no use fighting me Vicky. I can hold you down like this all night long. You're going to be taught to respect me and you can fight it or you can accept it. It doesn't really matter to me either way."

He raised his hand again and brought it down harder this time. She jumped at the impact but did not try to struggle against him. He smiled to himself and proceeded to spank her until the red of her panties was matched by the red of her exposed flesh. At some point she had begun to sob uncontrollably into the blanket covering her bed. Her head settling down as she stopped reacting to the impacts.

Paul stopped after about twenty strokes. He had waited until she stopped reacting and he knew she was close to being broken. He was surprised to realize that her crying didn't bother him. After all the years of quietly taking her shit he was beginning to enjoy the payback and wasn't about to stop because of a few tears.

He reached down and lifted her head up, removing the stuffed bear from her mouth.

"Are you going to treat me better now Vicky?" He asked her.

She turned her head slowly to look at him.

"Yes Paul." She said between sobs. "I won't ever disrespect you again."

"Good."

He leaned back on his knees, watching her as he did, and he let go of her arms.

"Do I still need to hold you down then?" He asked.

"No Paul. I'll be good now. I promise."

"Good Vicky. Then why don't you get up and get ready for bed now? I'll tuck you in when you are ready."

Vicky rolled over onto her back and scooted to the edge of the bed. She sat on the edge and looked at him.

"It's okay Paul. I can tuck myself in." She said quietly. Not sure if she wanted him to go now or not, and confused by those feelings.

"I thought we just decided you were going to be good now Vicky? And being good means doing what I tell you to do. Do you understand me?"

She sat there thinking to herself. This man she had barely been able to tolerate had just changed all the rules between them. She thought about what he had asked her and how to respond. 

All of the times he had been there to help her out even when she resented him for it passed through her mind. The times he gave her rides to school when she missed the bus just to make him late for work, claiming she hadn't noticed how late it was. The way he always treated her mom with respect and love even though she suspected their romantic life was not that great. She sat and looked at him and felt a whole new feeling spread through her body. A feeling she had never really felt before.

"Yes Paul." She said quietly. " I will do whatever you tell me to do."

Paul smiled at her. He knew that this night was just beginning....

End of Part II

Thanks for the feedback on the first part of this story. I have tried to make the second installment longer as most people requested and I agreed with. However it is still working as a slow burn type of story so sorry if some of you don't like that style. I enjoy the stories in Lit with a slow build up and then some furious, erotic action. I promise there will be some of that in part 3.

I only write on weekends so those of you thinking I should post a new chapter every day may want to read something else and come bback to this story in a monthh or so.

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Vicky Ch. 02



My life as Vicky was going well. It was a lot of work, but I enjoyed it. It seemed like for the first time in a long time, I was happy. As Victor my life had been so-so. Never bad, but never great either. I had been completely, uninterestingly normal. Only now, looking back, can I see that.

All that changed when I graduated from college. I moved to a new town, determined to make my way in life. The trouble was I didn't even know what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Then, just as I was settling into my new apartment, I got a letter that would change my life.

I was invited to a club for those with 'Special Tastes'. Confused, but intrigued, I went. Imagine my surprise when I found it was a club for she-males! A wide array of people went to the club, from strapping young men, to retired older gentlemen, and even a good number of women.

I panicked when I realized what was going on and tried to run away. In my haste though, I escaped right into the dressing room. I found myself surrounded by beautiful she-males. Lindsey, the most dominant and outgoing of the 'girls', saw something in me. She looked straight into my soul and told me that I secretly wanted to be like her. After a brief moment between us I ran again, out the proper doors this time.

But I had been hooked. Although I tried to deny it to myself, I knew that Lindsey's accusation was true. After only a week of fighting my desires, I went back. When the club closed that night, the girls went to work on me. I was Naired, dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, and fitted with a wig. Then I was fucked senseless.

That was two monthsago. From then on, I lived as Vicky. I had to constantly keep my entire body free of hair, with the exception of the hair on my head, which I was trying to grow out. Becoming Vicky was surprisingly easy for me. In no time I learned how to do my own make up and to buy clothes that made me look more feminine.

And, of course, I got fucked. A lot. Mostly by Lindsey, but she had no problem sharing me with the other girls. It was easy to see why she was so imposing. She was tall, with muscles like a body builder, and a nice fat cock. Her attitude cowed those whom her body didn't.

Lindsey taught me to how keep my asshole tight with kegels and other exercises. I was a popular fuck, and I loved being sought after like that. It made me feel special... something Victor had never felt before in his life.

I made my living by dancing at the club. Some of the patrons liked me even more knowing I had just a short time ago been a boy. Others hated me because it ruined their fantasy about some of the girls who danced with me. Some of the girls were like me, boys-gone-girl. Others where born that way, or had doctors make them that way. I couldn't tell the difference unless I asked.

Lindsey and I had a relationship, of sorts. It was obvious that she was in control, and I was subject to her whims. I was happy enough with this for awhile. She wasn't cruel to me. Oh, sometimes she would spank me until I cried, or fuck me in front of the other girls, telling me what a slut I was. But that was just sex, and the girls didn't treat me any differently for being a slut.

But then things started to change. As much as I loved being Vicky, there was still a part of me that was Victor. Vicky loved getting fucked, but Victor missed fucking things. Even though I would cum from being fucked in my ass, I still wanted to fuck something. I brought this up one night to Lindsey.

"Hmm, I'll think about it." She said, and then she kissed me.

One thing led to another, and soon we were in the bedroom. Lindsey said she had something new she wanted to try with me. I trusted her completely, so I said yes. She brought out a triangular shaped pillow with a hole in it and told me to lie on it.

As I draped myself over the pillow, Lindsey skillfully maneuvered my cock into the opening. It was wonderfully soft, and I groaned as I slid into its depths. I leaned forward, resting my head on the bed for a moment when I felt Lindsey grab my hands.

Before I could even ask what was going on she bound my hands to my knees, so that I was basically holding myself in the shape of the triangle pillow I was laying on. I started to get nervous and asked Lindsey what she was doing.

The only answer I received was a paddle across my ass. I cried out and it came again...and again and again and again.

"You stupid fucking slut! You'd be nothing without me! You should be thankful I don't throw you out right now you filthy whore. One word from me and none of the girls would even THINK about fucking you again," she screamed at me while paddling my ass.


No matter how I cried and struggled I couldn't get free. And still the paddle landed on my burning ass. When it finally stopped, I realized I was crying. I couldn't stop myself. It hurt so badly. Lindsey leaned down next to me.

"If you never use that miserable little cock of yours again, you'll still thank me for it," she hissed in my ear.

I didn't know what was going on. This wasn't like her at all. I tried to apologize, but I was crying too hard. Lindsey moved out of my view, and I heard her doing something behind me. Oh god, please not more paddling.

Then I felt a slightly lubed up butt plug being forced into me. I say "slightly lubed" because it hurt like hell. It popped in, but I still felt uncomfortably full. Suddenly it started vibrating. Even through my pain, it sent waves of pleasure through my body. Was this some sort of make up for the spanking?

Then the pillow started vibrating. My cock felt so good, I couldn't help but moan loudly.

"See if you still have any urge to fuck anything after this, you fucking slut," Lindsey spat at me.

She left the room, turning out the lights as she left. I vibrated on in the darkness. Soon I was pushed over the edge, and I came screaming into the pillow. I was a fool to think that was the end of it. Both the plug in my ass and the pillow continued to vibrate. After awhile I was turned on again, and once again I was pushed over the edge.

I don't know how long she left me there, but it felt like forever. It was taking me longer and longer to get aroused and even longer to cum. It was more pain than pleasure at this point. Once again tears streamed down my face. I just wanted it to stop. Again I came, my balls contracting painfully.

As my last orgasm subsided, Lindsey came back in. The sudden light hurt my eyes, but I couldn't cry any harder than I already was. Then the vibrating stopped. I had become almost used to it, now it felt weird not having it. Lindsey gently removed the plug from my butt and undid the straps holding my hands.

I curled into a ball and cried. Lindsey smoothed my hair and tenderly comforted me. Could this be the same person who had just beaten me, and then forced me to cum until it hurt? I cried harder. I fled home to my apartment and cried all night.

The next day Lindsey called me as if nothing were wrong. She didn't even mention the previous night. I was afraid to. If I lost the support of the girls, I would be alone in the world. For now, I needed support.

I tried to defend Lindsey in my mind. Really, I had been ungrateful. She had worked so hard to make me Vicky, and I was trying to slide back into Victor. Even in my mind, it sounded hollow and fake, but I clung to it.

Shortly after that, my job problem solved itself. I was sitting on an older gentlemen's lap in the club, having just given him a lap dance. I loved talking to the people I danced for, because they listened to me, and it made me feel nice. He owned a business and needed a secretary. I mentioned that I might be interested.

After some teasing, and then some serious negotiating, I accepted the position. It paid well enough and would cover my bills. I would work as Vicky, and I would work directly for him. He might ask me to dance for him on occasion, but he wasn't interested in fucking me. He claimed he was too old. I really liked him; he was such a sweet old man.

After the club closed I ran to tell Lindsey the good news. She said she was happy for me, but she looked anything but. She pulled me in close and asked if I wanted to have some fun tonight with the rest of the girls. I smiled and shyly said yes.

She took me out to the main break area, where twelve or so girls where chatting. It was a nice break room, with several couches and cushions. Lindsey paraded me out, and announced that they where going to have some fun with me. She slipped a pair of fluff cuffs around my wrists and cuffed my hands behind my back.

This seemed to be a signal for the other girls who all quickly stroked themselves to full hardness. I wish I could have watched, because they where all so beautiful with their lovely cocks, but Lindsey forced me onto my knees. She sat down on one of the couches and pulled her cock out. Without further ado, she grabbed my head and pushed her cock in my mouth.

I normally loved sucking her cock, but I got the feeling something was wrong this time. The other girls quickly lined up behind me and pulled my pants down. My cock throbbed, and my asshole was ready to be fucked. The first girl spit on my asshole and then pressed her cock into me. I tried to moan, but it was hard with a mouthful of cock.

The girl fucking my ass grabbed the links between the handcuffs, and mercilessly fucked me. I was in pure heaven as the girl's cock slammed my asshole. Lindsey continued to force my head down on her cock. My misgivings melted away with those two cocks inside me.

Just before the girl fucking me came though, she pulled out. I sighed and wiggled my ass. I wanted to feel her cum inside me. But I wasn't too let down, as a different cock soon replaced it. With even more energy than the first one, the new person set about fucking me. My asshole gripped her cock, trying to pull it in.

Lindsey kept my mouth on her cock, occasionally gagging me. Drool leaked from my mouth, spilling over her cock and running down my chin. I felt my orgasm quickly approaching. I was helpless as my body started spasming, and cum shot out of my cock.

Again before the cock in my ass came, though, it pulled out, and was replaced with another cock. I came three more times while several more cocks cycled through fucking my asshole. When the last one pulled out, I could feel cool air tickling my sphincter. Slowly my asshole contracted. I was the tightest fuck for a reason.

Suddenly, my clothes were torn from my body. I was stripped naked and someone flipped me onto my back. All twelve girls gathered around me jerking their cocks. I watched as the first one erupted, showering me with cum. Another joined it. Soon all twelve cocks were spraying me with cum covering my face and chest. 

Lindsey then straddled my chest and roughly grabbed my head. She forced her cock right in front of my face. I opened my mouth, hoping to catch as much cum as possible. When she sprayed my face, she aimed away from my open mouth, hitting my hair (My natural hair!), my chin, and everything but my mouth.

When she finished I was hoisted up. The cuffs where undone. I didn't wanted to open my eyes all the way because of all the cum on my face. I allowed myself to be led. Then I saw a door leading outside, and I was pushed through it. My pants and purse followed, hitting me in the head. Cruel laughter followed me, and then the door slammed shut.

I quickly put on my pants and wiped as much cum from my face as I could. Suddenly I felt dirty. Dirtier than I had ever felt before. Lindsey had just made a clear point to me. I was just a whore to them, and she decided how I was treated. On the drive back to my apartment I didn't even cry, but when I stepped into the shower, the tears came. I couldn't go on like this.

For the next few weeks I avoided the club. I started my secretary job and things seemed to be going alright. On occasion my boss would call me in on his lunch break and I would dance for him. He'd always give me a little tip and thank me with a big smile on his face.

In the office I was Vicky. I wore modest female business suits and acted very restrained. My hair was long enough that I could style it to be spiky in the back. In short, I was the very image of a fresh-out-of-college girl doing her best to look professional.

Lindsey called often, asking why I hadn't been to the club lately. I told her I had simply been too busy with my new job. This wasn't altogether a lie, but I didn't tell her I was purposely finding work to do. I think she knew I wasn't being completely honest with her, but she offered to take me shopping Saturday to celebrate my new job.

My heart jumped. As badly as she had been treating me, Lindsey was still special to me. She had made me into Vicky after all. I hoped that whatever had caused her to be so mean to me would go away. When you're in a bad relationship, it's all too easy to lie to yourself about how things are going.

When Saturday came, I dressed up. I put on my favorite plaid skirt that went half way down my thighs, and a loose long sleeved black shirt. My hair was perfect, cut short for a girl, and it framed my face. A light rose lipstick accentuated my pale skin, and I wore just a touch of blush. Yes, I liked being Vicky alright.

I arrived at the mall on time and found Lindsey waiting for me. She kissed me, but she seemed distracted. I felt nervous, but I wasn't sure why. I asked if something was wrong.

"Nothing wrong at all, hun," Lindsey replied, but I wasn't convinced.

Not wanting to ruin the day so quickly, I dropped the matter. We shopped around for about an hour. I didn't buy much; I was still a man in the fact that I didn't see much need in having so many clothes. After a while Lindsey suggested we go get lunch. Things had been going well, so I happily agreed.

Lindsey offered to go order for us, so I told her what I wanted. I sat at one of the tables, thinking about how things had been going today. It seemed like Lindsey really had turned over a new leaf. I was so happy, I decided to not even ask why she had been so mean to me.

When I saw Lindsey walking towards me, she didn't have any food. But she was talking to a middle aged man. He had a slight gut and obviously wasn't in the best shape. They where discussing something quietly between the two of them. The man nodded his head and passed Lindsey something.

"Vicky, Mike here wants to show you something," Lindsey said sweetly, smiling at me.

I suddenly had a very bad impression about this.

"I don't want Mike to show me anything," I said looking at him.

He was bald and his gut was a little larger than I had figured from a distance. There was something in his eyes, a...hunger. It scared me. Suddenly Lindsey hauled me up by my arm and pulled me face to face with her.

"Listen you worthless good-for-nothing fucking slut. Mike here just paid me good money to fuck you, and that's what's going to happen. So you can either go along willingly, or I can drag you back there myself. Or maybe I'll just let him fuck you out here in front of everybody," she spat at me.

I was too shocked to respond. They took this as submission, which it might as well have been. Mike grabbed my head and led me away. My mind was numb. This whole day had been a lie. Had she known Mike would be here? Or had she just found him randomly? I felt like crying.

Then I snapped back to reality. Mike pulled me into a male bathroom and I knew this was for real. Before I could even protest, Mike pulled me into the handicapped stall at the end of the row.

I stood there, unsure exactly what to do. Maybe I should scream? Mike decided for me.

"I don't give a fuck what's going on between you and that dyke out there. But I paid good money for a blow job and then fucking you up the ass. I'll get it one way or another," he said in a gravely voice.

It dawned on me that even though Mike wasn't in good shape, he was still larger than me. He could probably very easily do what he threatened. It was either go along or get raped. I knelt down.

Mike chuckled and unzipped his pants. I was shocked when a huge cock came out and slapped me in the face. It wasn't totally hard yet, but when it was it would be nearly 9 inches long. Slowly I trailed my hand across it. It was so long and thick. How could such a wonder-cock be attached to such a disgusting man?

I could feel it growing hard in my hand. As amazed as I was with that cock, I wanted to get this over with. I quickly enveloped it with my mouth, taking over half of it down my throat on the first go. Mike moaned and put his hands on the back of my head. I started bobbing up and down, working my tongue furiously over the head of that huge cock.

Even as I was sucking I could still feel it swelling in my mouth. Mike forced more and more of his cock down my throat until my nose was buried in his pubes. He groaned and then set about fucking my mouth for all he was worth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could.

I hated to admit it, but this was making me extremely horny. A gorgeous cock was being rammed down my throat, in the bathroom of a mall. It was all so naughty. I had never thought I would enjoy being with a real man, but at that moment in time, Vicky was getting into it.

My hand cupped his balls, and gently massaged them. I don't exactly when it happened, but at some point my focus shifted from making him cum to get this over with, to making him cum because I wanted to taste it. Mike kept pumping his cock down my throat, grunting and groaning.

Before he came though, Mike pulled his cock out of my mouth. I lusted for it, but Mike had other plans. He pulled me up and spun me so I faced away from him. I bent over, giving him access to exactly what he wanted. I gripped the cold metal bar in front of me and braced myself in anticipation of what was about to happen.

Mike lifted my skirt up and pulled my panties down just enough to expose my rose bud. He spit on my ass crack, and worked a finger into me. It was my turn to moan. Another one joined it, and then another one. I groaned, slightly in pain. I wasn't used to being stretched this fast. But Mike had only just begun.

The fingers pulled out and I knew what was coming. I relaxed my body as well as I could. Mike lined has fat cock up with my asshole and slowly forced it in. The feeling was incredible. Even Lindsey wasn't this big! My hole stretched and there were only small twinges of pain.

When Mike bottomed out in me, I could feel his gut on my ass cheeks. He started thrusting into me viciously. Long fast strokes rocked my entire body. I bit my lip, trying not to moan. It felt so good, and part of me hated that. My cock ached for release, but I knew that would come soon.

Mike's breathing was becoming short. I knew he was getting close too. I flexed my asshole, savoring the way his fat cock reamed me. It nailed my prostate just right, sending volts of pure electric pleasure pulsing throughout my body. Precum leaked from my cock, liberally soaking my panties.

"You fucking slut, you love getting fucked like this, don't you?" Mike grunted in my ear.

Part of me did love it. Mike didn't care about me as anything more than a receptacle for his cum. His cock fucked my asshole for pure animal pleasure. When he dumped his cum into me that would be the end of his interest in me.

"I love getting fucked like a slut," I moaned back.

That seemed to push Mike over the edge. I felt his entire body stiffen, and suddenly huge amounts of hot cum were being shot into my ass. I began cumming along with him. My cock twitched and sent spurt after spurt of cum into my panties. I'd never cum so hard in my life.

After a minute, Mike pulled his still half erect cock out of my mouth. I turned and dropped to my knees. I sucked that wonderful cock into my mouth, tasting his tangy cum. Mike moaned in appreciation. I felt his cum starting to leak out of my ass, and on instinct flexed my asshole to keep it inside me.




Vicky Ch. 02



My hole hurt. It has just been stretched more in a few minutes than it had in a few months. I let Mike's cock fall out of my mouth, and stood to straighten myself. As I was pulling my panties up, Mike nonchalantly walked out of the stall, leaving me alone. I blushed like the setting sun and quickly made my way out of the bathroom.

As I walked back to the food court, the full realization hit me. I had just been whored out. Lindsey had shown absolute contempt for me. First she had left me covered in cum, naked outside the club. Then she let some random person use me for sex. Tears leaked down my face.

Lindsey was sitting at the table, our food waiting. She stood up, all smiles. She opened her arms, beckoning me in for a comforting hug. Part of me so desperately wanted to go to those arms. But I knew that if I did, it would only be the beginning. Before long she would degrade me so badly, I wouldn't have the heart to fight back. I slapped her hard across the face.

Lindsey blinked and her head snapped back, but her eyes were full of fury. I wasn't scared. She had already hurt me worse than mere fists ever could. She grabbed my arm in a vice like grip, and pulled me close.

"You dirty slut. You are nothing without me. You can still be nothing. I can humiliate you, tell all your family about this little secret of yours. You'll be another cross-dressing freak," she hissed to me.

She could do it. And probably would. But I didn't care. I was who I was. Hopefully my family would accept it. I could live without being Vicky again, or having to deal with my family. What I couldn't live with was the knowledge that I was nothing to Lindsey. Then I realized that Lindsey was treating me like Vicky, the slightly timid and shy girl. Victor was still inside me somewhere, though.

I pulled my arms away and squared my shoulders. Lindsey saw the change in my eyes and wasn't sure what to do.

"It's over Lindsey. You can try to blackmail me, but you won't get anything out of me. You gotten everything you're ever going to get." Victor said, speaking for what felt like the first time in a long time.

Like quicksilver, Lindsey changed tactics.

"Baby, I didn't mean that. I get angry sometimes. You know what," she said, her voice pure honey, "We don't need to fight like this."

Again she opened her arms. I struggled with myself. Vicky desperately wanted to go to into those arms. Surely this little spat would pass. Then we'd be happy again and everything would be fine. But Victor knew that it would only get worse. I had to walk away, no matter how badly it hurt.

"No Lindsey, what I don't need is you," I said.

As I walked away I half heard Lindsey screaming at me. The entire food court was paying attention now as Lindsey screamed that I was actually a man. Some men looked shocked, some appalled, some interested. Some girls giggled, but more than one looked at me approvingly.

Most of it was lost on me, though. I was burying Vicky deep down inside me. It had hurt so badly to let her take control of my personae; I swore I'd never do it again.

I quit my job the following Monday. I broke my lease and had moved within a week. Not down the road, not to another town, but to a whole new state. I needed a fresh start from my fresh start, oddly enough. It hurt to leave, but I knew I would never have peace in my life with Lindsey anywhere near me.

As I was settling into my new apartment, I applied for any job I thought I could get. I applied as Victor. As much as I had loved being Vicky, I also enjoyed being Victor. It was good to be a guy again.

I got a job at a local office as a computer tech. I wasn't exactly thrilled with it, but it was a paycheck. I kept looking for something better. I quietly blended in and acted normal. It wasn't hard, since all in all, I was pretty normal.

After a month of working at my new job, I was starting to feel alright. This really was a good thing for me. The job was actually pretty decent, and the people were friendly. Then one day I saw her.

First I noticed the luxurious brown hair that flowed past her shoulders. It practically glistened, even in the office. I figured she was about 5'4" or so. She had a beautiful smile and wonderful deep blue eyes. Everyone who interacted with her felt the energy that was all but bubbling from her.

Her hips swayed in the most enticing manner, and when she wanted to she could stop a man's heart with the most sultry voice. I could tell her body was as great as her face. She was tight and toned. Perky tits stood out proudly from her chest, and she perfectly balanced a nice firm ass. She somehow managed to hover perfectly between drop dead sexy temptress and upbeat friendly girl.

The first day I met her I was hooked. I'd only been working there for two weeks, so I still didn't know many people. I was sitting at my desk, waiting for something to do. She seemed to appear out of nowhere, and I jumped slightly when I noticed her.

"Jumpy. I like that in a guy," she said, flashing that brilliant smile at me.

"Sorry, I was really paying attention," I said, and I blushed. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Ooh, all professional. Well I do need some help with my computer, but first off, welcome to the office. My name's Jessica," she said and held out her hand.

I took it and felt the velvet softness of her touch. The second our hands met, I felt like I had been shocked. Something ran through my body, and I was left feeling slightly dazed. Jessica shook her head slightly, but smiled again.

"Whoa, that was a little weird. Are you going to tell me your name or just sit there and hold my hand?" she asked. Her eyebrow was arched inquisitively, but she was still smiling.

I snatched my hand away like it had been burned.

"I'm Victor, the new computer tech. I wish I could help you, but I'm really busy right now," I said jokingly as I gestured to my still-empty desk.

"Please, Victor," she said jokingly pleading. "I'd hate to drag you away from all this important work, but I need your help." 

Without hesitation I agreed to come help her. I would have tried to stop myself from breathing if she had asked me seriously enough. Again that arched eyebrow made me blush. She showed me the way to her cubicle, and we were engaged in an animated conversation by the time we got there.

Oh yes, being Victor was turning out to be much better than being Vicky.



Vicky Ch. 02



I woke up before the alarm went off. Lying on my side, I kept my eyes closed. I'd expected to wake up horny and, instead, I woke up nervous. I peered out from under the blankets at the outfit I'd laid out for myself.

I'd never worn anything revealing in public, except a bathing suit but there it is. A T-shirt with hardly any fabric to it and a bra that will push my tits into cleavage that no guy could ignore, especially since I'd cut the T-shirt's neck to have a deep V. The jeans my Mom had bought me for Christmas. I'd tried them on and, when I saw how the cut made my ass and butt look, I'd immediately bitched her out. They left no curve to the imagination. The G-string I figured was a nice finishing touch. Every time I've ever noticed a girl's thong or G-string slip out of the top of her pants I've seen every male classmate practically stop in his tracks to look. They're like apes and today every ape's eyes are going to be on me.

There's no question, the other girls are going to make comments. That is probably an understatement. They'll probably be outright jealous bitches. The guys won't be assholes though... right? They won't just say "nice tits Jenna Jameson" and laugh as they walk by? They'll be interested, turned on, and actually talk to me... right? I hate this. I hate change.

Shit, you're doing it again, thinking of excuses and scaring yourself out of who you want to be. You're ruminating on the worst-case scenarios. Find courage. Think of the best case scenarios.

I conjured up a mental image of myself at the prom, in a red-carpet-worthy dress, walking in with Holden Stonesbey. Even in my heels he'd still be at least six inches taller than me. He'd almost certainly be in a bow-tie. He's a classy dude.

I don't know how to shake my ass or grind, so I skipped to thinking about us slow dancing and all the other girls looking on wondering how the hell this happened. I pictured his old girlfriend, Becka, watching and pissed. She's a total bitch and doesn't deserve him.

Holden is handsome and popular and has always been really nice to everyone. I know he has a reputation for partying but in school he's always a gentleman. I like that. I pictured him pulling up my dress and him slowly humping me against a wall in a nice hotel suite, my prom dress around my waist and his hands running all over my body. Fuck Becka, smart girls have pussies too.

That was the gusto I needed. I switched off the alarm so it wouldn't go off while I was in the shower and headed for the bathroom, in just my panties and no top. Fuck it, I'm a new woman... and my Dad is always gone by 5am and Mom will already be dressed and downstairs, on her phone answering emails. Whatever, it's a start.

Still, I feel like I'm already a different person as I walk down the hall to the bathroom and feel my big tits jiggling freely with each step. I flip the light switch and check my naked breasts out in the mirror. I can't imagine how different my confidence would be if I had small or misshaped tits. I always let myself feel a little pleasure in knowing that I probably look better topless than most of the 'popular' girls.

I slip off my panties and look at my pussy. I need to shave. The shower knobs stick, as usual, but I twist hard and the shower head comes to life. A few minutes later I'm under the warm water, rubbing soap over my arms, stomach, legs, tits, ass, and pussy. After I soap off I detach the head of the handheld showerhead and lean against the shower wall.

With the end of the hose against my clit, I shut my eyes tight, and let the orgasm build. I grab my tit with my free hand and pinch. I love the feeling of playing with my tits. I love squeezing my nipples. Within seconds I'm humping the air, making sure to hold the end of the hose tight against my clit still. I have vibrators, dildos, and even a vibrating dildo. Nothing, though, beats the intense spray of the shower hose. My heart pounds. An orgasm always makes my heartbeat sky rocket and leaves me fighting to catch my breath.

Again? Well, I did wake up early... But who am I kidding? When don't I do it at least twice? Maybe this morning I'll get myself off three times. It's supposed to be my big day, right?!

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The bell rang; I grabbed my books, and headed out of the classroom and down the hall towards the C-Wing exit. The sunlight hit me and a wave of pride and achievement came over me. That was amazing. I never thought it would be that exhilarating!

Walking down a hall and looking over your shoulder to see a group of guys all checking out your ass, amazing. I feel like I should be on the cover of a magazine. Every single guy that I walked by, that I'm attracted to, was either looking at my boobs, my ass, or smiling right at me. Every - Single - Guy. I should make a poster! Maybe I could try out for Playboy. That's probably not the mindless life I want to live, but it would definitely give me something to write about!! That was the best day of school I've ever had. No wonder all the girls are complaining about graduating.

An arm sent me reeling around and I was suddenly face to face with Jake.

"Hey Vicky, what's going on?"

That one caught me off guard. Uh, you're a popular football jock who just spun me around and you're asking me what's going on?

"Um, just walking home. You know, the usual I guess." Brilliant Vicky; if Mom was here she'd never let you live that down. That was 100% cat lady boring.

"Oh, walking home? Don't you have a car... or any play sports after school... or plans or anything?"

Be smarter. "Yeah, I'm meeting a friend back at my house, just to hang out and stuff. My parents aren't home, so we'll probably just tan and sneak a few beers." Please don't ask me who! Just move on, please!

"Oh, that sounds cool. I just wanted to see if you wanted to leave together for lunch tomorrow. We can take my car."

"Lunch? Tomorrow? Yeah, let's do it." I cut myself short, trying to hide the disbelief in my voice. Lunch!?

"Cool, well I've got lacrosse practice that I'm going to be late for if I don't hurry up. Meet me by my car at lunch then? I always park by the sports shed."

"Yeah, I'll meet you at your car. Thanks!" His face immediately went to a confused look. Ugh Vicky, you're an idiot. Thanks? Nice.

"Ahhh, alright. Cool, see you tomorrow."

Annnnnddd I can breathe again. I can't believe that he just asked me to lunch. If this is a prank, I'll climb into my tree with a hundreds books and never leave it again.

Then I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket and pulled it out.

Eric. OMG. I didn't see him today but I wonder if someone told him! How am I going to explain this!

"Hey!"

"Vick, you didn't even tell me. How could you come in dressed like some Hollywood hottie and not even talk to me about it?"

"Eric, I know. I know. It's not like me at all but it was totally on a whim. Last night a switched just flipped."

"So it's true, you did it on purpose and came into school with your boobs out?"

"Not totally out! It's not like I was walking around topless. I just wore a different bra. You know, like the push-up ones? People aren't saying that I came in topless, are they?"

"Not quite but why would you do that?!?! That's not you Vick!"

My Mom may see straight through me and I may think about being popular all the time, but I've never mentioned any of it to Eric. That's actually really not cool of me, because he's kind of my closest friend. Really, he's like my BFF. I don't call him that because I think it's lame but if there's anyone I know that I want to be friends with after high school, it's Eric.

"I know it doesn't seem like it's me, but it kind of is. I mean, I did it Eric. No one made me. Look, come over. I'll explain and maybe we can swim or something, it's like 90 out."

"Fine, see you in a bit."

I hung up and started my walk home. I know what you're thinking. How the hell am I 18 and without a car? I think the same thing every day. My parents are wacked. Really, my Dad is wacked. He makes boatloads. We live in a big house, with a pool, and a three car garage. Yet, for some reason that I still don't get, he refuses to pay for my college or a car. He says he will help with college, but he won't tell me what that means.

He is so old fashioned and lame. And to make it worse, he says I have to work and save every penny for college, or he won't help me at all. So I walk, because he certainly won't buy me a car and I would be voiding our stupid little contract if I bought one. He thinks because he rode a bike everywhere when he was a kid, I should too. He's 'out to lunch' but that's not news.

I wasn't more than a few hundred feet into my 'through the woods' shortcut before I realized what was going to happen tomorrow. I'd heard a rumor that Jake and his old girlfriend used to go park somewhere during lunch and she'd give him head. I'd even heard that they did it almost every day. Suddenly I couldn't breathe again.

Is he going to try to get me to blow him tomorrow!? Do I want to blow him? Would he really make a move the first time we ever hang out? As I realized that the answers to all those questions were probably 'yes', a different question popped into my head. How do you give head?

That question sent me into an even bigger panic. It's one thing to have to decide to do it or not to do it. It's a totally different thing to be in a situation where he's making a move and I want to do it but don't know how and do a terrible job.

I thought of the porn I'd watched. Some girls just took it into their mouth and bobbed their head up and down. It looked really boring. But were they doing something inside their mouth? Were they actually sucking in? Were they using their tongues? And what about the girls that take it really deep or do that 'face-fucking' stuff where they do it really hard and fast? Which is better? How do you know if a guy likes one over the other?

This is not good. This could be my first real interaction with a popular guy who plays lots of sports. I can't give him head and then have him talking in the locker room, telling every guy how terrible I am at giving blowjobs. My fifteen minutes of fame would last five minutes. Jesus! Speaking of lasting five minutes, what if I can't even get him off! What if I can't even make him cum at all! He'd have to tell everyone about that. I'd have to get home schooled after that. They'd put my face on one of those 'epic fail' bulletins. 

Something popped into my head with a degree of certainly I could never have imagined I'd have; I have to suck Eric's dick. I can practice on him and make him tell me if I'm good or not and coach me on what to do and not to do. That's it; that has to happen. I can't go into this not having done it before.

Eric's my best friend anyways, it's only fair that if I'm going to start giving out head to people I've never talked to, that he should get at least one blowjob from me. So that's it. It's fair and necessary and I'm doing it.

I know he'll want to because when we're horsing around in the pool, he's felt my tits. I know teenage guys are horny and I always let him get away with it. After though, I always notice a pretty good size tent under water or even pushing against my ass if we're wrestling. Still, I should make this fun...

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When he got to my house I answered the door in a lacy bra and a short skirt I'd borrowed from my Mom's closet.

"Wow, is that what you wore today?" He had a big smile on his face. He had seen me in a bra a handful of times and always stared. I couldn't blame him then and certainly can't now.

"Not quite, but my outfit was pretty busty." I just took his hand and pulled him up to my room.

"Shit... that's crazy Vicky. Why'd you do it?" He asked on the way up the stairs.

"Well I'm tired of guys not being interested in me because they think I'm a prude. I want to live a little. How am I ever supposed to be a writer if I haven't done a single interesting thing?"

"Vick, you're kidding me right? You went to school dressed slutty to make life more interesting? That's a bit crazy don't you think?"

"No, actually I don't."

"Okay. Well why'd you change into a different slutty outfit after school?"

"Because guess what?"

"What?"

"I'm going to suck your dick." I said with a smile on my face. "I think I'm probably going to end up messing around with some guys from school soon and I think it's only fair that I do to my best friend first what I might do to them... right? Anyway, I need to practice and who better to practice on than my best friend?"

"You're going to suck my dick?"

"Yeah, right now. Take it out."

He looked at me, right in the eyes. I stared back, keeping a slutty little smile on my face. He was shocked but not stupid. Two seconds later he dropped his pants and I had the pleasure of looking down at my best friend's big, hard cock.

"Oh my god! Eric, look at that thing! It's huge. I can't believe my best friend just happens to be endowed like a mammoth!"

"I always wondered if you knew that you aren't the only one of us with really big assets!" He leaned in and started to kiss my neck. "Your tits look so sexy right now,"

"If you're lucky I'll let you suck them," I said, dodging his kiss and dropping to my knees. 

His heavy, meaty, hanging dick was hitting me in the face as I looked up at him and slipped my hands around his ass. I opened my mouth and pulled his fat cock right into my mouth. His thick thing filled my entire mouth and stretched my lips. Eric just fell onto the bed, leaned back and watched me blow his huge penis.

"You look sexy as hell with me in your mouth," he said as he watched.

I just kept sucking... and sucking. First I kept my mouth locked around the head of his penis and sucked so hard my cheeks sucked in. Then I let up and used my tongue to encircle his head, and tease his slit with the tip of my tongue. I was getting into a rhythm, suck hard then tease, repeat. Way easier than I thought.

As I sucked with everything I had, I was pulling his penis further into my mouth. I can't even begin to describe how hot it felt to have such a large penis in your mouth; it was such a turn on. With light pressure, I ran my hands up and down his thighs. Then I clamped down onto his hips and thrust my head toward his balls until his penis hit my throat. This may be a natural talent... I wonder if giving good head is genetic...

"Mmmm," I moaned. I let a few inches slide from my mouth and then lightly bit down on his huge head, smiling up at him as I did so. "You taste good," I said softly, then lowered my head down to his balls. I licked them ever so lightly and it made him squirm. Then I took his sack into my mouth and sucked lightly, still using my tongue to lick at them. His hips started to squirm again and I started getting really wet. Sucking a man's balls was amazing. It feels like it is the essence of him and his masculinity. The only way I can describe it, is that I felt like a goddess pleasuring the biggest, meanest bull in a pack.

I let his balls slide from my lips. Again, I pleasured his shaft. My lips slid over his protruding veins and felt the warmth of his hard, meaty limb. Here I was, my best friend with his pants around his ankles and his dick in my mouth. I was drooling all over the massive cock of the kid I had grown up with. My hands were again under his ass, pulling his hips into me, forcing his entire shaft into my mouth and down my throat. I couldn't have dreamt of something that I would find more arousing. As I shifted my legs I could feel the warmth and wetness of my soaking pussy on my leg. I was dripping I was so wet. I could feel juices run down my calves.

I was drooling and my chin dripped too; I was leaking with arousal. I was sucking his cock for all I was worth. I kept trying to take his entire dick but it was thick as hell and long. The head of his it almost filled my mouth by itself; it took a lot of force to push it into my throat so that my mouth was filled with his shaft instead. Even when I started to get his shaft down my throat, there was so much more to go. I tried again and again though. Like a slut I tried to swallow his shaft down. In between attempts I kept teasing the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue.

I decided I'd try to get balls deep one more time. I took a deep breath and tried to keep my throat clear and open. I slip my lips lower and lower, his huge head choking me as I pushed it further and further down my throat. I felt like another inch and it would be in my chest! Then all of the sudden I heard my door open.

I couldn't turn my head to see who it was yet; I had to lift my head, letting his dick slide out of my mouth and throat. As his baseball bat of a dick slid out of my lips I could feel the gazing eyes of whoever had caught us but I could only make out the shadow of a figure in my door. Finally his dick flopped free of my mouth. The big sloppy thing now pushed against the side of my cheek as I turned to see my mother a few feet away, standing in shock.

"Vicky... how did you just... and Eric you're...?" She must have realized what she was about to say and suddenly turned and walked out, not even closing the door.

His wet dick was still pushing against my cheek as I looked at him and we both started laughing. She hadn't even said anything to me, just starred at Eric's huge penis. Then I realized my pussy was even more soaked; her catching us made me even wetter. I opened my mouth to start sucking him again...

"Vick, shut the door if you're going to keep going."

"Fuck it, she already caught us."

I wrapped both my hands around his shaft and pulled it to my mouth. I started sucking it like a crazy woman. I couldn't help but salivate like a dog over a bone. My spit was dangling from my lips and dripping down onto his balls. When I picked up the pace, sliding my mouth back and forth, the slurping sounds got louder and my spit started flinging up onto my face. I was sucking fast and hard, fast enough that he accidentally popped from my mouth a few times; and it popped loud! I was salivating like a fountain, my spit was dripping down his cock and my chin was drenched and dripping. 

Definitely a natural talent. Natural passion? It's certainly not boring. Jake's doesn't know what he's in for.

I slid one of my hands under my skirt and found my hot pussy. It was calling to be fingered and I pushed my fingers in deep and started playing with myself as I sucked. God it felt so good. I rotated my butt and pussy on my finger. I needed to cum but fingering wasn't enough though; I was really horny now.

I stood up, pulled my skirt up above my ass and straddled him. I pulled my soaking thong to the side and put his dick right at my hole. I slid the head of his dick up and down my soaking, dripping pussy and then eased myself onto it.

It felt like I was shoving a bat into myself. His head bulldozed the way and my pussy clenched around it. I immediately began slide up and down it like a whore working for the orgasm. I was fucking the king of cocks and I wasn't going to go about it lightly. I slammed my young, horny ass up and down his hard cock.

"Fuck me; fuck your slutty best friend!"

My pussy lips sucked him in and clenched him even as he slid back out. I was bouncing up and down, shooting up and down his long shaft. Then it really started to get hot, he started fucking me back, slamming his cock deep into me. I started cumming like a little slut the first time his balls starting slapping against my ass as he rammed home. I bucked like a little whore as his heavy sack flew through the air, slamming against my ass.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Fuck me; fuck me like a dirty little whore Eric! Ohhh my good! Eric, fuck me harder baby! Please make me cum! Baby, please, I wanna cum so bad! Fuck me!" I was moaning loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.




Vicky Ch. 02



Eric still hadn't cum so he carried on fucking me slowly at first just to keep me on the edge. Then we started going at it hard again; I started bouncing up and down on his cock. His hips were ramming the shit out of my pussy. I went down all the way on his cock until his balls slapped against my dripping pussy.

"Fuck me, fuck my pussy harder with your big fat cock," I moaned.

"Let me see those beautiful tits," he grunted back.

I pulled my top and bra over my tits. They immediately began bouncing with each thrust of his cock. Eric had his hands on my ass, squeezing and grabbing my ass cheeks, pulling me down to meet his thrusts into my pussy. My pussy was pulsing; I started bucking, pushing his penis further and further into me. He was fucking my cunt with renewed vigor. Seeing my tits had sent him into overdrive mode and I was getting the fucking of a lifetime. His dick slammed so far into my pussy that I'm sure I felt pleasures most girls will never get to. He squeezed my ass so hard it hurt. I clenched my now loose pussy as hard as hard as I could.

Suddenly I felt his hands leave my ass and before I could look my hanging tits were fully enveloped in his hands. Eric squeezed my orbs, massaging them, and then pinching my nipples. He wasn't even trying to make me cum; he was just squeezing the beautiful pair of tits he had stared at for all his life.

He was about to make me go out of control with an orgasm. He pulled my tits down to his face and started sucking and licking my nipples and that was it, a few seconds later I came, squirting all over his massive cock and balls.

"Eric baby, suck harder. Suck my tits. Suck them baby. Make me cum!" As my ass squirmed, squirting and spraying his cock, I pulled my ass up too high and his dick slid out! "Fucccccccccckkkkkk!" I said, reaching back desperately, grabbing his cock and thrusting it back into my squirting cunt. With a few jerkier ass thrusts onto his cock, I finished my orgasm. I sat there, catching my breath, his entire penis still in my cunt.

"Oh my god Eric, you're fucking amazing. Your cock is amazing."

We lay there for few minutes, catching our breath. His fire-pole was still lodged up my cunt and my big tits now squished against his chest. Every muscle in my body felt relaxed... it was like I had just come out of a thousand years of meditation.

A few minutes later he broke the silence. "Stand up and grab the sides of the doorframe, I'm not done yet."

I stood up on my bed to let his dick slide out, my pussy dripping all over him. I walked over to my open door, holding my skirt up as I walked. He got behind me and held my skirt and my hips as I leaned forward, half bent over, one hand on each side of the doorframe. My tits were facing out, straight down the hall.

I could see straight into my mother's room and there she was, staring at me. She had been sitting on her bedside, staring down the hall, watching. I'm not sure how much she had seen when we were fucking on the bed, but now she could see everything, without question. She had her pants unzipped and partly pulled down. Her hand was buried in her pussy and here she was staring at me, straight in the eyes.

Meanwhile, my best friend was impaling my pussy with his big penis. He was oblivious to what was going on outside the bedroom. He just started hammering away, his balls slapping against my wet little cunt, his pelvis pushing against my ass with every thrust. I was getting the entire dick inside me with every pump.

My mother didn't even walk away or close the door. She kept finger fucking her pussy but now her eyes were fixed on the sight of Eric fucking me hard. I had never eaten a pussy but I suddenly had the urge to. I was so horny, nothing was enough. I wanted my mouth to be sucking or licking while I was getting screwed. It just wasn't enough to only have my pussy filled, my mouth felt empty. I didn't care that she was my mother; I stared down the hall and wanted her cunt in my face. I wanted my mouth filled with someone.

"I'm about to cum," Jake groaned.

"Fill my pussy, stud."

With that he started mechanically bucking into my pussy. I could feel his jizz shooting and filling my dirty little hole. I could feel my pussy-walls getting shot with cum and my already full pussy overflowing. It made me so hot I began another orgasm. Our combined cum started leaking out onto the wood floors as he kept pumping me with cum. Then he suddenly pulled his, now soaking dick, out of my dirty cum filled pussy. Another puddle of cum followed as his dick slid out of me. Looking down I watched his monster fire globs of cum all over the floor.

He finally finished and stepped back. I looked down to see a glob of jizz hanging from my freshly fucked little hole, swinging between my thighs. I put my hand down between my legs and wiped it up, then brought my hand to my face and rubbed it on my lips and over my chin then licked my fingers. I put my hand back down and stuck two fingers into my pussy and pulled out what was left. It slid down my fingers and filled my palm with cum. I brought it up to my face, pushing my mouth into my palm, and sucked it up.

I slowly pulled my thong back into place and my skirt back down but I kept the cum on my face and looked over at Eric, who was zipping up. He looked up and saw my cum covered chin and lips.

"In all the time I've known you, you've never looked sexier than you do right now."

"That's cause guys love cum eating, cock sucking sluts and I've got your cum all over my mouth." He just grinned. "Would you mind leaving me to recuperate and I'll see you in school tomorrow?" I asked.

"K', that was great Vicky. And you really do look beautiful with cum on you." he said pulling up his pants on his way out of my room and down the stairs.

I don't think he noticed that my Mom still had her hand buried in her snatch. I walked down the hall and leaned against her door. She didn't even slow down. "I guess that Eric's a lot bigger than dad, huh?"

"At least your father's loads drench my entire face," she said looking at my chin. Her fingers were glistening with juices. She was rapidly fucking herself. Her sweater was pulled up enough for me to see her nice abs but her big tits just jiggled, hidden from view.

I was still a little horny and Mom or not, I knew she was a hot women and her shaven pussy still looked great, although I no longer wanted to buried my face in it. Then she started having spasms and started squirting all over her hand and thighs. Juices shot out from her pussy, into her jeans and onto the floor. As she lightly bucked a shot of pussy juice hit my leg. It was a pretty sexy sight. When she finished she kicked her pants and panties off and spread her legs, showing me her nice, wet pussy.

For a minute I stared at it and she sat looking at me; it felt like she was reading my mind. She had this look that seemed like she knew that a minute ago I was thinking about licking her pussy and that now I still found myself aroused looking at her wet pussy between her spread legs. Is there something wrong with me for having felt like I did? I didn't mean to think that way, you know? I just got aroused. I didn't have a chance to act on it anyways; she broke my horny daze.

"Look, I know he came in you and I know you're not on the pill and I watched about a gallon of cum pour out of your sweet little pussy so you're either pregnant or very lucky if you're not. Next time, have him cover your face. Your father loves tea-bagging me while he jerks off and cums all over my face; he isn't the only one that's enjoyed it."

"I don't need to hear about Dad cumming, thanks."

She just shrugged, got up, and went to take a shower

It had been a weird day. I had sucked my best friend's cock –that was definitely odd since he's almost like a brother after knowing him for so long. In a way, that made it feel even hotter – almost incest. And although I had seen my mom's pussy about a hundred times, it had never been with her fingers all the way up it, with juices squirting as she came; so that was more than a little new.

Later that night, for the hundredth time I heard my Dad ramming my mother like a madman. I listened as he growled, of course cumming, but that was nothing new. It was a nightly routine I had gotten used to and eventually found oddly arousing; occasionally fingering myself at the same time. Then my mom poked her head in my door about a minute after. She had cum all over her face and hair. I could see some on her tits too, which looked gorgeous. She opened her mouth to show me a huge mouthful of my Dad's sperm, and then swallowed.

"See baby, that's one of the steps to safe sex and it makes a good face-mask for the night. Next time, do like your mom." She walked out while my jaw was still hanging.

The next day she helped me take a pregnancy test. Turns out, I'm lucky.





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Vicky Ch. 03



Disclaimer: This story contains sex between a step dad and step daughter. If that bothers you....ummmm...don't friggin read it! I enjoy all feedback, even from the negative people because they make me laugh. :-) Oh yea, you might want to read parts 1 and 2 to get the whole story but be forewarned there is no sex in those parts. If you are just here for the sex then read on McDuff.

Vicky stood up and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. She realized she had just told Paul she would do whatever he told her too and the look in his eyes when she said that made her shiver. She felt the goosebumps rise on her arms as she thought about the implications of that statement.

She was also feeling the warmth on her ass from the spanking Paul had given her. It had been humiliating when he held her there helplessly and slapped her behind. She had fought it at first but had realized she was no match for Paul's physique and had eventually lain there as calmly as she could until he seemed satisfied.

She stared at her face in the bathroom mirror and was surprised to see how flushed her cheeks were. Her nipples were still hard and pushing out against the material of her shirt. She knew it was wrong to feel excited about her mothers husband but couldn't help the reaction her body was displaying.

She shook her head and washed her face with cold water to try to calm herself. Thinking that if she took her time, Paul would eventually get tired of waiting and go to bed himself. She proceeded to brush her hair out, slowly going through 100 strokes on each section of hair to stretch out the time. She figured even if he did wait he would just remind her again about what would happen if she told her mom about tonight and then leave her alone. Surely he wasn't thinking of doing anything else to her?

Finished with her hair and face she walked back into the bedroom to change into her pajamas. She was a little surprised, and a little excited, to see Paul still sitting calmly on the edge of her bed.

"Ummm. I need to get undressed now Paul." She said quietly.

"Okay." said Paul. And he continued to sit there watching her.

Knowing that he wasn't going to leave until she was actually in bed, Vicky turned her back towards him. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and set it on the chair in the corner of the room. Reaching behind herself she unfastened her bra and brought it down her arms. Sensing Paul's gaze on her bare back as she did so. The sensation making her whole body tremble a little.

"Are you cold Vicky?"

"Uh, no Paul. I'll be fine when I get my nightshirt on."

Vicky undid the clasp on her skirt and unzipped it down the side. Pushing her skirt down she stepped out of it and set it on the chair also. Standing there now in just her red, lace panties made her feel more vulnerable then she had ever felt before in front of another person. And the fact that it was her step dad just made it all the more confusing and exciting to her.

She walked to her closet, trying to keep her back to Paul as she did, and reached in for a nightshirt. Her hand hesitated as she started to take her basic oversized white cotton t-shirt off of the rod. Instead she left it hanging there and pulled off the silk nightgown her mom had gotten her for Christmas last year.

It was a deep shade of red and hung to just above the middle part of her thighs. The front had a deep v-neck that showed off a considerable amount of her bust line. She remembered how her mom had joked about how lucky the guy would be who first saw her in it. She couldn't imagine what her mom would think if she knew it was going to be Paul.

Paul sat on the bed staring at Vicky as she moved around the room. First staring at her smooth back and the beautiful curve of her shoulders before enjoying the sight of her long legs as she took off her skirt. 

Watching her in nothing but that pair of red panties was making him harder then he had been in months. He felt like his member was going to burst through his pants and it was almost uncomfortable. But he also knew how much he was affecting her just sitting there so he just continued to watch in silence.

A slight smile spread over his face when he saw her reaching for a nightgown. He noticed her starting to pick out the plain white one and then moving to the silky one her mom had given her instead.

She wants this to happen too, Paul thought then. Or does she even realize how dangerous putting on that nightgown will make this situation. He had been wrestling with his thoughts since she went into the bathroom. Could he really do this? Could he really have sex with the daughter of his wife? 

Watching her slip the nightgown over her head and seeing her breasts outlined in the dim light gave him his answer. Yes he could.

Vicky let the nightgown fall over her body. Enjoying the sensation of the silk against her bare breasts. She turned and walked to the bed. Trying not to stare at Paul as he watched her.

When she reached the bed Paul stood up and pulled the covers aside for her. He stood there as she got in and got settled on her back. She looked up at him with her brown eyes.

"Okay Paul. I'm in now. Good night."

Paul just continued to stand there with the covers in his hand. Staring down at Vicky's beautiful young figure. Much like her mom's figure used to look years ago. He knew she was getting uncomfortable again but he didn't care. He just took in the ways her breasts were spread out on her torso, the nipples still obviously hard from their earlier activity.

He glanced down to her legs. The smooth skin looking like she had recently shaved them. Making him wonder if she shaved everywhere? The thought sending more blood pulsing to his manhood. Making it push out further against his pants.

Oh my god! Thought Vicky. He's getting hard just looking at me. She saw the bulge in his pants and began to reconsider the nightgown. What was she thinking? Did she want to turn him on? She was feeling scared now that she might have bitten off more then she could chew.

"Thanks Paul. You can cover me up now." And she started to scoot further over on the bed, trying to get under the covers.

Paul threw the covers back over the end of the bed. Completely exposing Vicky lying there on her back. A sensation he couldn't control rushing through him.

"You want me to fuck you don't you Vicky?" He said in a low voice. "You chose that nightgown on purpose to tease me didn't you?"

"No Paul!" Vicky said, sensing the change in his demeanor. "I just like how it feels. Really!"

"I don't think so Vicky. You could have chosen the other one but you didn't. You want me as much as I have always wanted you."

He reached down and pulled her over to the edge of the bed. Pushing himself between her thighs as he did. Forcing her legs open.

"No Paul, don't!" She cried uselessly. "Please stop!"

Paul didn't hear her as he reached down and unbuttoned his fly, pushing his pants and underwear to his ankles. His engorged cock springing out from his body. Sticking out at almost 90 degrees.

Vicky gasped when she realized what was going to happen. She had thought maybe he was going to try to massage her back and cop a feel, but not this. He was going to take her right there. She stared at his dick jutting out and realized it was much thicker then anything she had seen on her college boyfriends.

She began to panic then and pushed her hands against Paul's stomach.

Paul batted her arms away and pushed them up over her head again. Holding them there with one of his arms. Feeling her struggle against him. Getting him even more turned on.

He grabbed the hem of her panties with his other hand and pulled down on them. Releasing her arms and pushing her legs up against her chest, he pulled the panties off over her feet and threw them to the floor. He grabbed her arms again and pinned them back over her head.

Looking down he saw that she was shaved as smooth as her legs had been. Her lips puffing out from between her thighs. It was just as he had imagined it.

He moved up against her and placed the head of his cock against her labia. Seeing it there as he looked down almost making him cum right then. He sensed her freezing up when she felt him touch her.

"Oh God nooo Paul! Please... not like this? I promise to do whatever you want me to do. I will never fight with you again. Please Paul?" And she began to cry then. Pleading with her eyes for him to stop.

Paul just looked at her and began to move his hips forward. Slowly and exorbitantly pushing against her outer lips. Feeling himself sliding into his step daughters pussy. Feeling the moisture inside as he kept pushing. Making him realize she had either already had sex that night or gotten excited with him earlier. Both thoughts making him lust for her more.

Vicky continued to cry as she felt Paul enter her. "noooooooo" she moaned. "please stop Paul." Barely able to speak above a whisper now. Knowing it was too late.

Paul stopped when his full length was buried inside her. Letting himself take a moment to breathe so he wouldn't spill his seed deep inside her. Wanting to make this moment last longer. He also felt Vicky unclench her muscles as he stayed there. Her shock at the initial penetration wearing off.

Vicky laid there with Paul's dick inside her. Crying silently. Feeling him stop for a moment. hoping he was going to stop now. She relaxed her muscles slightly, trying to catch her breath. Wishing she could start this night all over.

He slowly started to slide back out and felt her clench again. Fuck she is tight, he thought to himself as he pulled out, stopping just short of pulling all the way out. Pulling on her hip with one hand to push himself into her again.

He began to fuck her in earnest then. Sliding almost all the way out then back in again until he felt his balls hit her ass. Feeling the climax rapidly approaching and knowing he couldn't stop himself now if he wanted to.

Letting go of her arms he pushed her legs up against her chest, opening her cunt wide to his thrusts. She just laid there now, not trying to resist as he kept thrusting in and out of her.

"Is this what you wanted Vicky? To get fucked by a real man instead of those boys at college?"

Paul picked up the pace as he talked to her, sensing the approaching eruption and trying to hold himself back for a bit longer.

"I'll bet you've never had someone this big inside you have you Vicky? Does it feel good baby? Do you like how I am filling you up?"

Vicky heard Paul talking to her as he kept thrusting in and out. Sawing his cock back and forth in her. Knowing she hadn't helped by getting wet earlier when he had spanked her. Knowing her juices were making it that much easier for him to penetrate her. 

Looking down now to watch him fuck her. Starting to feel herself responding to the pounding in spite of her anger at him. Feeling her wall muscles contract around his dick each time it went into her. Trying to keep him inside her.

Paul couldn't believe that Vicky was starting to respond to him. He was in disbelief when she turned her head to look at his cock sliding into her pussy. Surprised at the look that came into her eyes as she raised her head to look at him now.

Vicky reached her hands out to her legs. Placing them on the inside of her thighs she pushed her legs open as wide as they would go. Feeling Paul slide even deeper inside of her as she opened herself up to him.

"Fuck me Paul. Fuck me hard Paul. I want to feel your balls slap against me."

Paul began to push harder and faster into her. Feeling her pussy getting wetter as he fucked her. Sliding deep inside her and hearing her moan out now.

"Mmmmm, Oh yes Paul. Just like that. Fuck me Paul. I want to feel you cum inside me."

Paul fucked her as hard as he could as he began to feel the tingle that indicated he was going to cum. Slamming into her pussy now he felt his balls begin to contract. Felt himself shoot his first load deep into her pussy. Felt himself cum more then he had in years. The emotion almost overwhelming him as he kept fucking Vicky. Fucking his beautiful step daughter.

Vicky rolled her head in ecstasy now. Feeling Paul's semen unloading far down inside her. Feeling more cum shooting out of him, and filling her like no one else ever had. Her mind confused by the lust for this man who had been violating her just a few minutes ago. Now wanting him to fuck her hard. She pushed her hips up against him as he kept shooting into her.

Paul finished his climax inside her. Falling onto his arms on the bed over her wide open body. Feeling the juices flow out from Vicky's pussy. Looking down to see them running down her thighs.

He looked up at her face. Seeing the lust there. Seeing the desire for him in her eyes. He leaned forward and brought his mouth to hers. Feeling her mouth open as he connected with her lips. Her tongue shooting out to desperately seek his. Feeling her give herself to his total control now.

He raised himself up and pulled out of her. Hearing her moan as he pulled out. He placed himself on his knees next to her, his cock next to her face.

Sensing what he wanted, Vicky leaned forward and took Paul's dick into her mouth. Tasting the mix of her juices and his semen as she pulled it in. His cock still hard in spite of having just filled her with his cum. As she was sucking him clean she felt his hand on her clit and moaned into him.

Paul reached down as Vicky sucked on him. Finding her clit with his fingers he began to rub against it with the length of his finger. Sliding his finger over her as she began to push against his hand. Feeling her response turning him on again.

Paul pulled himself out of Vicky's mouth. He saw a confused look on her face before she saw him lift one leg up over her head. She understood then and laid back down on the bed, pulling his hips down to her as she reached up with her mouth to swallow him again.

He leaned his head down to her wet, shaved pussy then. Keeping his finger rubbing against her clit he snaked his tongue out to taste her. Tasting her sweet juices mixed with his slightly salty seed. Lapping at her cunt as he kept the pressure on her mound. Feeling her squirm under the workings of his tongue and hand.

Lifting his head up he slid two fingers from his other hand deep into her cunt. Working it in and out as he kept rubbing her clit. Alternating between pulling it gently between his fingers and rubbing back and forth over it. Watching himself fuck her again with his fingers. Seeing her hips lifting up to try to draw them deeper inside her. Feeling her pause in her sucking as she started to lose control. 

He started rubbing her mound and clit faster now. Trying to keep a steady pressure building on her. Thrusting his fingers into her.

Vicky began to get the hyper sensitive feeling on her skin that told her she was close to climaxing. Feeling Paul rubbing her clit and finger fucking her. Trying to concentrate on sucking him but not able to focus. She let him slip out of her mouth.

"Oh fuck yes Paul. Just like that. You're going to make me orgasm Paul. Oh shit don't stop. Please don't stop."

Paul was silent as he kept up his actions. Watching her young body push up at him. Completely open to him now. Trying to get off on his hands. Her hands beginning to rub her breasts. Pinching at her nipples as he worked her over. Moaning to him.

"Yes! Yes, Paul! Oh god, fuck me. I'm going to cum Paul!"

And her body convulsed as she felt waves of pleasure wash over her. Losing all control as Paul continued rubbing her clit. The sensation almost too much to bear now. Feeling her walls contract and expand around his fingers. Totally taken over by her orgasm.

"Oh god Paul! Stop! Please stop! It's too much!"

Paul slowly stopped rubbing her as she continued to climax. Watching the look of utter pleasure on her face. Watching her slowly calm down and relax back into the bed. Thinking of the days ahead with her and smiling to himself as he did. Knowing it was going to be a fun spring break.

End of Story

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Vicky Ch. 03



I'd like to give a huge thanks to my fantastic editor PsuedoShelia!

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Being Victor again was working out great. My life felt like it was back on track. I had a good job with friendly co-workers. The town I lived in was pretty nice, and I was settling in easily. 

Jessica was what was really making my life good. From the moment we had met, there was something indefinable between us. We started out as workplace friends. But I was too attracted to her to stop there. When I asked her out for coffee one day, her smile told me she had been waiting for me to ask.

After coffee, we quickly moved to dinner dates and movies. Without words ever being spoken, we were dating. I don't remember how it happened, we just both somehow knew. I loved every minute I spent with her, and I could tell she felt the same. But the sexual tension was growing between us, and I for one couldn't wait until it snapped.

We were watching a movie one night in my apartment. Instead of sitting on the couch, we were sprawled on a blanket on the floor. Jessica was snuggled up with her back to my stomach. Even though I was acutely aware of her warm body, I was slightly nervous to have sex again. The last time I did it had turned out so horribly.

Jessica was complaining about the movie even though she had picked it. When I pointed this out, she spun to face me. I saw a glint of mischief in her eye, and then she pounced on me and began tickling me.

I tickled back for all I was worth, but she had the element of surprise on her side. Plus I could be very ticklish sometimes. She sat on my stomach to pin me down and tickled me until tears ran down my face. I finally managed to grab her hands and catch my breath.

Suddenly I was aware that my cock was rock hard. Jessica seemed to notice too but said nothing. We sat there for a moment, breathing heavily. Without meaning to, my eyes zeroed in on her perky tits. This didn't go unnoticed by her.

Jessica smiled down at me, beaming with sensual beauty. I fumbled for words, trying to recover. Then, to my surprise, I pulled her down and kissed her.

That opened the flood gate. My hands roamed all over her delicious body that I had wanted for so long. I quickly pulled her shirt off, exposing her bra-covered tits. Before I could even move to unclasp that annoyance she was pulling it off her arms. Her body was everything I had ever imagined.

Her perky tits fit perfectly into my hand. I figured her to be about a 36C. The rest of her body was just as good. She worked hard to keep her body in good shape, and it showed in her slim waist, lightly defined abs, and tight firm ass.

I rolled over so that I was on top of her. She practically tore the shirt off my body in her haste to get it off. I groaned as her soft fingers teased my nipples. My mouth hungrily covered hers, and our tongues danced across each others lips. Part of me wanted to go slow and savor this. The rest of me wanted to fuck her now. It was an easy choice.

My fingers fumbled with the button of her slacks until it finally snapped off completely. She arched her back, making it easy for me to slide her pants off. My own jeans quickly joined hers on the floor. Even in my haste I had to admire her body for a moment.

Her pussy was shaved bald and was already very wet. I was amazed at how perfect her body was. Tight, toned, and drop dead sexy. Another time I could have spent hours just looking. If the hunger inside me wasn't enough though, her own eyes burned with desire.

I lined my cock up with her pussy and Jessica moaned. Slowly I slid my cock in with one slow smooth stroke. Jessica wrapped her legs around my hips and clawed her fingers into my arms. I started pumping my cock into her hot wet pussy with short angry strokes. The sight of her tits bouncing around in front of me was almost hypnotizing.

Her pussy was every bit as good as the rest of her body. It was deliciously tight and so hot it almost felt like I was getting burned. Everything about her was simply perfect. Sweat glistened on her tits, and her stomach muscles were taut. She was so sensual; I wish I could have recorded this moment.

I knew I couldn't last long, much to my embarrassment. I could already feel the pressure slowly building somewhere deep in my groin. Should I warn her, or just go until the last second? I pumped away furiously, trying desperately trying to hold off my orgasm.

The pressure built and spread from my stomach to my balls. I felt my cock tingle, and I knew I was about to cum. I opened my mouth to say something, but Jessica beat me to it.

"Cum on my tits baby!" She yelled and released me from her leg lock.

Without a second to spare I pulled out and quickly straddled her stomach. One quick stroke of my cock and I came. Thick white streams of cum shot out of my cock and covered her marvelous tits. My head swam as I floated on a cloud of pure orgasmic bliss. I don't know how long my orgasm lasted but when I finally came back to my body, I was shaking.

Only a trifle unsteady, I laid down next to Jessica. She had a beautiful smile on her face and snuggled up next to me. I kissed her nipples, and gently licked the cum from her chest. She practically purred as I sucked on her hard nipples. I trailed my hand down to her pussy and slid a finger in.

Jessica shifted her hips, giving me better access. I made slow circles with my thumb until I heard Jessica gasp and felt her body jump. Once I found her clit I never let up. Another finger slipped into her pussy, and I gently scissored them back and forth. Jessica moaned and arched her back.

I kept up my triple attack relentlessly. Jessica writhed under my mouth and fingers, moaning loudly. I felt her body go rigid, and a wordless scream escaped her lips. She grabbed my head and held me tightly to her chest. Even if I had wanted to I couldn't have freed myself from that grip.

Finally Jessica went completely limp, like a rag-doll. I gently pulled my fingers out of her sopping wet pussy and stopping teasing her nipples with my tongue. As I trailed my hand across her taut stomach I could still feel minor spasms rippling through her. Her body was beautiful, glistening with sweat.

Jessica turned her head to look at me.

"That was...I mean wow!" She said with a smile on her face.

I kissed her and pulled her body tight against mine.

"It's been a long time since I've felt that good," I said sheepishly.

"Well not to inflate your ego, but I don't know if I've ever felt that good," Jessica said, kissing me again.

We went and took a shower together and made love once more. Then we cuddled up and fell asleep together. Oh yes, this was something special alright.

As good as things seemed to be going, I was slightly nervous. My last relationship had seemed perfect too. Part of me was just waiting for it to all fall to pieces. For awhile though, my fears seemed baseless. Jessica and I seemed perfect for one another. After work we were inseparable. But the dream ended too soon.

One Friday night Jessica and I were sitting in my apartment watching a movie. I was slowly running my finger around one of her nipples, while she slowly rubbed my cock through my shorts. This was a little game of ours, and we would tease each other until we couldn't take it any more.

Then the phone rang. I sighed and got up to answer it.

"Hi Vicky," came a sultry and confident voice.

My mind froze and my heart raced. How had she found me? Why had she gone through all the trouble? I couldn't even form a full thought.

"I know it's you, Vicky. You did a pretty good disappearing act. Let's talk baby," the voice said, her words full of that poisonous honey.

Knowing her affection was only surface deep helped snap me out of my trance.

"Don't ever call me again, Lindsey. I have a new life now, so stay the hell out of it," I had started calm, but by the time I finished I was screaming into the phone.

Lindsey started to say something, but I slammed the receiver down on the base so furiously I nearly broke it. I was shaking with anger, with fear, with so many emotions I didn't know what to do. Then I felt Jessica's hands caress my trembling arms.

"What's wrong baby?" Her voice was full of worry.

I couldn't even answer. Jessica wrapped her arms around me and held me as my emotions seethed and raged. My mind was still reeling, thoughts refused to form. I had thought I was done with Lindsey for good. Maybe I had made a mistake, maybe she really did care about me.

With great effort I composed myself. I put on a smile, lied and said everything was fine. I could see in Jessica's eyes that she didn't believe me. She let it slide, but she was determined to make me feel better. I let her pull me into the bedroom, and for several hours Jessica kept me too busy to think about anything.

A week passed without any more contact from Lindsey. Maybe she was just fucking with my mind, doing it for laughs. That didn't sound like her at all, though. I knew deep down inside that I wasn't done with Lindsey just yet.

Worrying about it drove me to distraction. I was barely getting any work done, and I was losing sleep. Jessica noticed, but said nothing. She knew something was wrong but didn't want to pry.

When the weekend came, Jessica suggested we go to the mall. I had a brief sense of dread about the last time I want to the mall with someone I cared about. Jessica was different though, and she would never treat me so badly. I agreed and focused on having a good time.

Since we didn't have anything in particular to shop for, we just wandered around. It was a lot of fun and a welcome relief from all the stress. We stopped into Victoria's Secret so Jessica could look for some new bras.

I browsed around the store while she was being measured. Then I spied a pair of satin black panties that I knew would look great on me. I dug through the pile and found a pair in my size. I held them against my hips and looked at myself in the mirror. Oh, they were perfect.

Then I saw Jessica standing behind me, watching me. Oh shit.

"So are these my color or what?" I said with my best fake lisp, trying to play it off.

"Oh no, you should be wearing red if anything," Jessica said laughing.

I exhaled, thinking I had succeeded.

"I know just the pair for you. Come here!" Jessica said as she pulled me to a different rack.

"These are definitely the panties for you. They would show off your cute little butt marvelously," She said, handing me a pair of red panties.

She was right; they would look great on me. I laughed and held the panties against my hips. My cock twitched. I was getting turned on by thinking about dressing up. Jessica laughed too.

"Ok enough of us giving these people the wrong idea. Did you get what you wanted?" I asked as I put the panties back on the rack.

"Mmhmm, I found some sexy bras that I think you'll like almost as much as I will," Jessica said as she walked to the register.

I took the opportunity to adjust my growing erection. Vicky had been awakened, I could feel it. The desire had been there all along, but I had been able to ignore it thus far. Suddenly that little ember had burst into a flame.

Jessica bought her items, and we decided to go get lunch. We chatted on our way to the food court. As we stood there trying to figure out what we wanted to eat, I heard a voice that stopped my heart.

"Well hi there Vicky."

I turned and saw Lindsey walking toward me. It was like the first time I had seen her. She was so full of confidence. I was rooted where I stood, unable to move. Jessica looked at Lindsey, then at me, a look of confusion in her eyes. 

"I really wasn't expecting to find you here, but it certainly is a pleasant surprise, isn't it Vicky?" Lindsey said, sounding almost sincere. I could still hear the contempt in her voice, though.

"Why does she keep calling you Vicky? Do you know her or something?" Jessica asked, hooking her arm in mine defensively.

"Oh you never told her about us, did you?" Lindsey said with a smile that wasn't at all friendly.

Finally I snapped out of my trance.

"She's no one Jessica. Come on let's go," I said as I tried to walk away.

"Oh I'm someone alright. Jessica was it? He might be Victor now, but a few months ago I called him Vicky and fucked him like a slut whenever I wanted," Lindsey said loud enough for people walking past to hear.

I pulled Jessica along, but Lindsey walked along behind us, happy that she had hit a nerve.

"Oh yes, I dressed him up in a cute little skirt and then bent him over. So did plenty of other girls. He would beg for a cock up his ass. I'd parade him around in public, showing off my little toy," She laughed cruelly.

I walked faster, almost running. Lindsey let us out pace her, knowing the damage had been done. Jessica said nothing, but looked at me with an unreadable expression on her face. I said nothing. What could I possibly say? I knew it was over.

We drove to my apartment in silence. Would I have to move again? Surely Jessica would tell everyone about what she had just learned. No, I wouldn't run away again. If everyone knew, then everyone knew.

When we got to my apartment, I knew I had to say something. Jessica beat me to it though.

"Is what she said true Victor?" Her voice was neutral, betraying no emotions.

"Yes, yes it is. It only lasted a brief time, but I enjoyed dressing up as a woman. I liked being Vicky. But Lindsey treated me terribly, so I left her. And I promised myself I'd never do it again," I said, my voice trembling only slightly.

"I probably should have told you, but I didn't think it would come back up. I know it's over between us. If it isn't too much to ask though, could you please not tell everyone?" I continued trying to be strong.

Silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity. I turned to make sure Jessica was still standing there. She was looking at me with a strange look.

"Victor, I'm not breaking up with you. We all have quirks. I'm no different." She said tenderly, reaching out to take my hand.

"In fact I have some "quirks" of my own," she said, looking slightly flushed.

"What kind of quirks?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing.

"I'll make you deal. You show me yours, and I'll show you mine. Be at my house at 9 tonight," Jessica said.

I was speechless. Jessica must have taken this as a yes, because she kissed me and said she would see me then. Hearing the door close snapped me out of my state of shock. What did she mean, I'll show you mine if you show me yours? By default I had agreed though. Maybe I should call her and try to back out.

Nevertheless, that fire that had been relit at the mall was still burning inside me. I wanted to dress up again, to feel sexy, to be Vicky. And I realized I wanted to dress up for Jessica. She was so important to me, and I wanted to keep her in my life.

Tucked in the back of my closet was a box I had kept for unknown reasons. But I was suddenly very happy I had kept it. I pulled out my favorite black skirt that showed of my legs and ass. Then my red sweater, which made me look slim, and displayed the curves I had.

Then out came my wig. A mousy brown affair, short and teased up just like my hair used to be before I cut it. Next I removed a carefully folded pair of red panties and my make-up kit. I took all of these items to the bathroom.

First I showered. I shaved every inch of my body, removing all the hair that had been starting to grow back. With great care I slid my razor across my legs, chest, and ass. No area was missed. When I finished, I rubbed my skin with a smoothing lotion. 

Then came the make up. Lightly applied rose red, a dash of mascara, some blush to help bring out my color. I tried several times, wanting to get it just right. It had to be perfect tonight. My hands seemed to move on their own, using skills I didn't know I still had. My wig needed only minor adjustments before I clipped on it.

As I settled my panties on just so, feeling them nestled in the crack of my ass, I felt wonderful. I knew right then that I could never be happy as just Victor or just Vicky. There had to be a balance between the two, or I would never be completely content.

By the time I was finished transforming into Vicky, it was time to go. I don't know how I spent an entire afternoon getting ready, but I did. For some reason I wanted to look perfect. I wanted to be as hot as I possibly could be. If I was going to show Jessica this side of me, I wanted her to see me at my best.

As I drove to Jessica's place, my stomach was in knots. What if she didn't like it? What if she was just waiting there with a few friends to laugh at me? No, Jessica wouldn't do that to me. Through all my racing thoughts, the most prominent one I had was a question: What was Jessica's mysterious quirk?

I arrived at her door at 8:50. I knew showing up early would make me seem eager. I guessed it was alright, though, because I was eager. My heart was pounding as my trembling finger pushed the doorbell. Oh god, I was so nervous.

As I heard the door start to open, I pushed my hips forward slightly and put my hand on my waist. As the door opened, my heart felt like it would explode, but I managed to stand still. I was greeted by the sight of Jessica wearing a demure thigh length robe, her hair hanging free and partially covering her face. She looked like a temptress if I'd ever seen one.

"My god you look good...good enough to eat," Jessica said, a sultry smile gracing her face.

She pulled me in and kissed me, tenderly but firmly squeezing my mouth as she did so. This was a big change from her normal behavior, but it was a very welcome one. I had no doubts about who was in control right now, and I loved being Vicky again. My cock quickly grew hard, and I squirmed as I felt my whole body become flush.

"Close the door and then meet me in the bedroom," Jessica said as she gave my ass one more squeeze.

I was pleasantly dizzy after that kiss and with how assertive Jessica was being. My body tingled with a sense of impending pleasure. Jessica had seen me as Vicky, and seemed to like what she saw. That meant so much to me, more than I had realized it would until that moment.

I also realized I was standing in the doorway spacing out. Quickly I shut and locked the door and hurried to the bedroom. The door was half closed, and I could see a warm flickering light coming from inside. With my heart racing, this time with excitement, I entered the room. What I saw blew my mind.

Jessica was sitting on the edge of her bed naked save for the 8 inches of purple cock she was slowly stroking. Silicon and rubber molded into the perfect likeness of a cock. I felt my cock twitch, and my mind went blank. I watched Jessica stand up, noting how proudly that cock stood out from her body. She smiled at me and beckoned me to her.

I swayed my hips as I walked towards her, reveling in this moment as I never had with Lindsey. Vicky felt sexier, more desirable than ever before. When I came close Jessica pulled me in hungrily for another kiss. I melted into her arms, feeling her girl cock pressed up against my stomach.

Jessica grabbed one of my hands and guided it to her cock. As I wrapped my fingers around it, I could feel the veins running along it. It was still warm from being played with. Just holding it made me shiver, and I moaned as Jessica greedily sucked on my lips, dancing her tongue nimbly across mine.

I kissed the side of Jessica's throat and moved down her collar bone. As I trailed kisses down her chest, I had to stop and pay special attention to her hard nipples. I sucked one into my mouth tasting the salty sweat forming on her skin. Jessica moaned, and pushed my mouth down harder on her nipple.

As much as I loved teasing her nipples, I had bigger things to put in my mouth. I kissed down her flat stomach feeling her muscles tighten every time my lips touched her glorious skin. Small gasps escaped from Jessica's lips as I slowly sank to my knees.




Vicky Ch. 03



There in my face was her gorgeous cock. There was a faint scent of roses about it which mixed nicely with the musky scent coming from her already-wet pussy. I ran my tongue along its length, covering it in my spit, while my other hand reached between the straps of her harness to play with her pussy.

Jessica moaned loudly as I slipped a finger into her. I engulfed the head of her cock and began bobbing my head.

"If only you knew how hot you look right now, baby," Jessica whispered to me.

I blushed, but kept sucking. Lindsey had never told me anything like that. She had always called me slut and whore. More than ever I wanted to please Jessica now. I looked up at her, locking eyes with her. Slowly, I slid the entire length of her cock into my mouth, until my nose pressed up against her stomach.

I was rewarded with another moan. Another finger went into her pussy, and I gently worked them back and forth while I sucked her cock. Her harness must have been rubbing her just right because before long she was moaning loudly. She was breathing in shallow gasps, and I felt her pussy grip my fingers tightly.

Jessica screamed, and then my hand was being flooded with her juices. I ducked my head between her thighs and greedily lapped up the sweet nectar. Jessica dug her fingers in my head, shaking with the force of her orgasm.

When she finally came down, I eased my fingers out of her pussy, and started cleaning them off. Jessica caught my hand and lifted it to her mouth. I watched as she ran her tongue along my soaked fingers, sucking her own juices of my fingers. My already aching cock twitched. I was so aroused I could barely contain myself.

"Are you ready for the main event now baby?" Jessica asked as she pulled me up off my knees.

I nodded my head.

"Ditch the clothes and get on all fours on the bed," Jessica commanded.

My clothes seemed to disappear by themselves leaving a hasty pile at my feet. I quickly climbed onto the bed, feeling more horny and nervous than I could ever remember being. Jessica joined me on the bed, gently running her hands across my back and ass. Her touched sent jolts running through my body.

"You are so beautiful, baby. Such a gorgeous body, nice tight ass. Beautiful, simply beautiful," Jessica whispered to me.

Muscles I didn't even know were tense relaxed under those magical hands and soft words. I was already hers, but I wanted her to take me completely. Moans fell from my lips as her hands worked closer and closer to my rosebud.

I groaned as a slippery finger gently pushed into me. Another quickly joined it, and began slowly pumping in and out of me. As much as I wanted more, I knew going slow was a good idea. It had been awhile since I'd done this.

Jessica eased a third finger into my tight hole, whispering encouragement in my ear. I felt myself being pleasantly stretched. It felt different this time, even more enjoyable. Doing this with Jessica felt more wonderful than I could ever have imagined.

Those fingers were such a tease though, making me harder and harder, but not giving me enough of what I wanted. I looked over my shoulder at Jessica.

"I'm ready. Please give it to me," I told her, wiggling my hips to entice her.

Jessica slipped her fingers out, and put her girl cock right at my entrance. I could feel it poised to take me. But it didn't. I whimpered.

"Please give it to me. I want your cock so badly," I begged.

Then it happened. Slowly that wonderful cock eased into me. I moaned as Jessica filled me completely with one long stroke. I could feel Jessica's hips pressed against me, her hands still tenderly rubbing my lower back and ass. She let me adjust to the purple invader inside me for a minute.

"Oh god baby, you took it all in one go. You're so amazing. You are so sexy, bent over like this, filled up with my cock. So hot," Jessica moaned in my ear.

I felt so wonderfully full. Her cock was just the right size, not too thick, not too long. My mind floated in sensual bliss. It was hard to concentrate on what was making me feel better -- her smooth hands rubbing my skin, her cock filling me so completely, or her kind sensual words. No, it was all of those things together that was pushing me to heights I'd never been.

"I've got one more trick for you baby," Jessica whispered to me.

What a trick it was when I felt the cock inside me start to vibrate. I gasped and started playing with my nipples. Jessica slowly pulled her cock almost entirely out of me, then plunged it back in just as slowly. The sensation was marvelous beyond words.

I loved the slow tender love Jessica was giving me, but I needed sex. My hips started thrusting back, urging her on. The hint did not go unnoticed by Jessica.

"Oh you want me to give it to you harder, baby?" Jessica asked.

Jessica started gradually building her pace. Every thrust was just a little harder, a littler faster than the one before it. As she fucked me harder, I moaned and screamed with pleasure. I felt like I was a piano wire being wound tighter and tighter.

Soon I was being fucked at full speed. My cock slapped against my stomach with each thrust, reminding me that it needed attention. I was focused on getting fucked though. I was worried that if I moved my arms I would fall from the force of each thrust.

Sweat dripped from my body, and I could feel drips coming from Jessica as well. I could hear her breathing heavily behind me, grunting every time she pumped me full of her girl cock. My orgasm was building, the piano wire tightened.

Then I felt Jessica's soft hand wrap around my cock and stroke me as fast as she could. The piano wire snapped. I screamed at the top of my lungs as my orgasm rushed through my body like a flood.

"I'M CUMMING!" I shouted, as my whole body went completely rigid.

I vaguely heard Jessica screaming too, felt her shaking as she pressed up against me. Just as my cum was shooting out of my cock, Jessica cupped her hand, trying to catch as much of it as she could. I sent spurt after spurt into her palm, feeling my balls contract even tighter with each shot.

After I don't know how long, my cock finally stopped shooting. My body still rippled with orgasmic energy, and my head was swimming. I felt Jessica ease her cock out of my ass and whimpered. It felt so good being full. I rolled over onto my back suddenly feeling very weak.

"Oh my god, look at all this cum baby. You made all of this, my wonderful sexy girl," Jessica said as cum dripped through the cracks of her fingers.

I had covered her hand with my cum. It was amazing to see how much I had actually produced. Jessica brought her hand to her mouth and began licking it clean. I sat up and sucked on her pinky, tasting my own salty seed. We met in the middle of her hand, kissing each other hungrily.

We lay down together, holding each other closely. Jessica smiled brightly at me, filling me with warmth.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I was into this," Jessica said softly "I just wasn't sure how you could react. I didn't want to lose you."

"It's alright. I should have told you about Vicky. So I'll tell you now. I like being Vicky, but I also like being Victor. I can't be just one or the other, I need both in my life. I know that sounds weird, but I need to be both Victor and Vicky," I said staring deeply into her eyes.

Jessica smiled even brighter.

"Baby, you don't know how happy that makes me. I've never met the right person for me. I love getting fucked, but I also like fucking guys on occasion. Most guys refused to do it at all, and the other ones wanted to be completely dominated. On occasion that can be fun, but I'm like you. I don't need a permanent slave, I need a lover. Someone I can make my slave every once in awhile, and then have him do the same for me," she said as her eyes sparkled brightly.

"I would like nothing better than to be your lover," I said as a few tears of pure joy trickled down my face.

Jessica pulled me to her and gave me a kiss so tender and full of love. I knew I had found my happiness.

We went shopping the next day to buy me some new clothes. I went back and bought the panties I had found the day before. It felt good to go out as Vicky again. Even better, though, was knowing that when I wanted to, I could be Victor again, and Jessica would still love me.

The day was absolutely perfect. Jessica had to go to the bathroom, so I stood outside waiting for her. Then I heard a voice.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my little whore, Vicky."

Lindsey eyed me like a shark circling her prey, yet she approached me nonchalantly.

"Did the cunt from yesterday leave you? I knew she would. No one loves a freak like you," she said cruelly, lifting my skirt to examine my ass.

I smacked her hand away and stepped back.

"I'm the only person who cares about you. Plus, I'm the only person who can please you. I can make you cum without even trying. You're my play toy. Just admit it and come home."

As Lindsey said this she grabbed me, and started playing with my cock beneath my skirt. I tried to scream, but she covered my mouth. Then she stepped back in confusion.

"What the fuck's wrong with you? You aren't even hard right now."

As she said that Jessica came out of the bathroom. She saw Lindsey and her eyes blazed. Before I could blink Jessica walked over and smacked Lindsey across the face, hard enough to make her stagger. Lindsey's head snapped back ready to rage, but Jessica cut her off.

"Shut the fuck up. How dare you talk to my lover like that! Vicky is a special and unique person. She's worth a thousand times over what you are," Jessica hissed in her face.

Lindsey tried to say something, but was cut off with another slap.

"I told you to shut up. You dare call her a slut? You're the slut here. In fact," Jessica glanced down at Lindsey's pants, "You're getting all turned on being treated like this."

Lindsey tried to backpedal, but she had been caught totally off guard. Jessica grabbed the front of her pants and ripped the front down exposing Lindsey to the world. Lindsey screamed and tried to cover herself. Jessica grabbed her shirt and pulled her face to face.

"Leave my lover alone. He's not your toy any more," she spat in her face.

Then we were walking away, leaving a stunned Lindsey in the middle of the mall. She stood there, watching us go, not even remembering to cover herself. Her pants were still halfway down, exposing her cock to the world as we walked away. When I glanced back, and saw she was rock hard.

For a fleeting moment, I almost felt sorry her. Then Jessica kissed me, and I never thought about Lindsey again.



Vicky Ch. 03



The door slams shut as my mother leaves for work and I sit at the kitchen counter, staring at the pregnancy test.

What would my life have been like if I'd been unlucky? Man, that would have been so fucked up. I guess it doesn't matter though, because I was lucky and now I just have to be smarter. I'll just be more careful.

My eyes move to the condom lying next to the pregnancy test. My mom left it, saying "the boys won't like it, but they'll like it more than becoming 18 year old fathers. Plus, if you make it condom or nothing, they'll always choose the condom." I think about how awkward it would have been if right as Eric was about to fuck me last night, I'd stopped and asked him to wear a condom. It definitely would have dampened the heat of the moment.

From now on, whatever, happens, they have to pull out... and maybe wear a condom. 

I'm not going to lie to myself; I'm going to lunch with a popular kid today and hopefully it will lead to a date and hopefully that will lead to sex. I'm not going to bring up using a condom and look lame if he doesn't bring it up first. A part of my brain is trying to alert me of my stupidity... a small part. 

What's really bothering me is why he asked me. Sure, the outfit I wore yesterday did make me look like I belonged on a poster but was it really that easy? After all these years of going unnoticed? Are guys really that horny that it only took one day of ass-hugging-jeans and cleavage to get their attention? 

Someone had told me that Jake's blonde, big-breasted girlfriend recently broke up with him. If he's a boob guy, I guess everything does add up. I have bigger tits than any other skinny girl in school. In fact, if you factor out all the overweight girls, I'm one of maybe two or three seniors with big boobs.

I guess it's not that crazy. It's not like I'm ugly, I've just been shy.

I finish off my orange juice, put my dishes in the sink, and grab my school stuff. Before walking out the door, I give myself one last glance in the mirror.

The heels my mom lent me give my ass a shape I thought was only attainable if you were a Columbian girl or a genetic lottery winner. I initially thought it was too much but she convinced me that a great ass triggers carnal instincts that men can't even control. Looking in the mirror, I think she was right. From the side, even I think it looks sexy. My top is a flimsy tank top, and the back stops just an inch or two above my jeans. It's a designer tank top that hangs low and shows most of my breasts from the top and side. I'm actually starting to impress myself with how dramatic a change my look is. 

A feeling of confidence fills my chest that wasn't there yesterday. I'm not as worried. The guys didn't make fun of me for looking sexy; instead they noticed me. I realized that sucking and fucking Eric last night was the right decision. I know I'm not a faker selling sex while totally inexperienced and terrible at it. I'd made him cum and he'd enjoyed every second. It had come naturally. Still, I wonder if, when the time comes, fucking someone other than Eric will be as natural. 

Only one way to find out.

As narcissistic as it is, I look at my body and my face, and smile at myself. 

You're a fucking hottie. 

__ __ __

As we walk out of school and to his car, he is walking slightly behind me even as I slow my pace. I smile, knowing he's checking out my ass.

"I'm not really that hungry now. Are you?" He asks as we get to his car.

"Not really. Nicole celebrated her birthday today so we got to pig out on cake and soda."

Jake smiles wickedly. "Do you want to just go some place and chill out till our next class?" My mind races and my confidence sinks. 

Fuck. I'm not ready to do this now. He wants to do something now? Is there even time?

A part of me is excited. Two parts terrified, one part horny. 

"Sure." I reply with a smile. 

Maybe he just wants to go make out! That's probably it. I doubt he'll try to fuck me the first time we ever hang out or even really talk. I get nervous but can't wait. He's into me! 

I feel my pussy get hot.

A few miles away there's a gas station that the senior students hang out at during lunch and free periods. They sell cheap fountain sodas, cheap subs, and other stuff 18 year olds can afford. Behind the gas station it's thickly wooded and there's a dirt road that leads a few miles back until it brings you to a secluded field. If you're seen driving down that road everyone at the gas station knows and it's sort of a status thing. 

As we pull onto the dirt road, I'm going crazy with emotions. 

Am I ecstatic? Scared shitless? Horny? Ready to jump out of the car and run home? 

I'm probably all of the above. I look at his jeans and realize I can see his bulge. 

Does he have an erection? 

I get incredibly nervous and horny at the same time. Still, I jump when his hand slides off the steering wheel and up my thigh. His fingers slide up further. I spread my legs. His hand slides over my pussy and he begins pressing and rubbing over the outside of my jeans. It feels amazing. His hands are strong and so are his fingers. Even through my jeans he seems to know exactly where my clit is and how to rub it. I unintentionally let out a low moan. It feels really, really good. As he rubs harder I place my hand over his and push. It feels so... fucking... good. I moan again, this time louder. He presses harder and then... we stop.

I look up and realize we're in a field. He kills the engine and doesn't miss a beat. He doesn't even try to kiss me. He unzips his jeans and pulls out his very long, very thick cock. He was obviously already hard but he starts stroking it and it definitely gets bigger. It is really big! Like porn big. Not fake big or monster cock big or anything mutant like... but almost. It's not as long as Eric's but it's much thicker. I honestly have no idea what to say or do. I'm just staring between his unzipped jeans at this enormous cock that he's sitting there stroking. 

Only a few seconds pass before I start feeling like I'm supposed to know what to do. My mind is racing. 

Is he expecting me to just watch? Do I help him? Maybe he's expecting me to give him a hand job? Do I lean in and suck it? I'm not supposed to strip off my jeans and bend over or something... am I? Fuck, why doesn't watching porn prepare you for this!!

I realize that Eric probably didn't stretch me out enough to take that much dick and I'm slightly nervous about how long it will take me to pull these tight jeans off. I unbuckle, scoot back a little on my seat, and then lean over and take his cock in my mouth.

This is something I had fantasized over many times. Between steamy romance novels, a few dildos, and porn, I've spent plenty of time imagining my lips wrapped around a dick so big my lips could barely fit around it. But now there is actually a dick stretching my mouth and a hand on my head pushing me to take more of it. Even more amazing, it is Jake's dick... in MY mouth. I sound so conceited and status obsessed. I know it's bad. I want to out-do those dumb, catty bitches that usually get all the handsome guys. He's the popular guy and I've never been a popular girl. 

Look who's sucking his dick now, ho's! 

You've had your mental victory dance, concentrate on making sure he actually enjoys it now so this isn't your last time ever getting talked to by a guy.

I start sucking with renewed vigor and try to mimic the girls in the porn videos I've watched. I suck him deep and hard and try to make a lot of noise. I stop to flick my tongue, teasing the tip of his dick. My nervousness evaporates at the first buck of his hips. 

He's enjoying it. I'm turning him on enough that he's humping my mouth! 

It feels so good. I give myself a mental pat on the back and keep going. 

His dick is getting rock hard. It's not even a little soft. When I try to take him deep, his rock hard dick feels like it is going to break my jaw. I gag myself pushing down on him. I'm not going to be the girl who didn't take his dick as deep as the others. I take more, somehow.

I love every second of the experience, the rush running through me; knowing I have the massive cock of the most popular boy at school between my lips. I feel dirty. I feel rebellious. It's crazy how hot and wet my pussy is. I can feel my jeans getting wetter. My panties are soaked. Every part of me is turned on. 

I drool around my newfound toy, my mouth and chin covered in spit as I try to imitate a slutty porn star blow job. His groans fill the car and encourage me to keep doing every new thing I try. Suck deeper, suck harder, lick his cock from tip to base, tongue and tease the tip of his cock. They all elicit moans. I try, again, to take every last inch of his big cock into my mouth

I'm not prepared when he suddenly grabs my hair and pulls my head off his dick. The intense look on his face and the low growl in his throat scare me a little and, for just a second, I wonder what I've gotten myself into. I have all of a nanosecond to think, before he shoves me against the passenger door and straddles my shoulders. He jerks his sloppy fat cock once, twice, three times before his body twitches and he shoots a hot load of spunk all over my face. It splatters against my cheeks and forehead, lands on my tank top, runs down my cleavage, and drips into my mouth. I realize it is even clinging to my hair in thick clumps. I'm grossed out but so turned on that I'm on the very brink of cumming. I've never felt so sexual and alive. I feel used but so, so hot. I have his cum running down my face. I can feel its heat. I made him cum and all I wish is that I could do it again or even let him fuck me.

"Well aren't you just a little cock sucking whore." His voice rings of arrogance.

Oh Jesus, I went too far. That was too much. Do high school girls not suck dicks like I just did? Was that too sloppy or deep or intense? Was I supposed to do it gently and now I'm a cock whore? The cock whore?

I'd thought he was done. He wasn't. The comment had been compliment and this had been a five second break before round two. Before I have a chance to clean off any of his hot jizz, he pushes his dick back into my mouth and starts fucking my mouth like I'm his personal sex slave. It's not exactly what I had in mind when I was thinking I wanted him to fuck me. He forces his dick down my throat till I gag, the sounds of me choking seeming to drive him to fuck harder and deeper into my throat. I grab his hips, intending to push him away so I can breathe, not knowing that my touch would trigger the urge in him to fuck, harder, and faster.

That didn't mean fuck my face like I'm a doll, asshole! 

I'm getting panicked as I'm hardly able to get even short breaths of air. He uses one of his hands to hold my head steady while he face fucks me half to death. The other hand is rubbing his balls. I gasp a big breath of air as he pulls his saliva covered cock from my mouth. It's huge, and glistening, and my jaw is sore just looking at it. For a second I feel oddly proud seeing it covered in my saliva. Excitement starts to flood back into me. I realize that I'm humping and grinding my pussy against his leg. I'm dying to cum. I realize I'm feeling alive for once and that getting face fucked actually turns me on. 

You'd usually be sitting alone reading a novel. This is way more exciting. Live a little!

"Well don't stop, I'm your little cock sucking whore aren't I?" I say it with sass and feel like the writer of a romance novel. It gets a grin out of Jake. I open my mouth and he guides his dick back inside. 

He holds my head with both hands this time and really fucks me. It hurts a little but I just open wider. 

Make him cum again. Worry about your jaw later.

I can't breathe but I don't care at this point. He's going to remember this. I'll be the busty girl who made him cum harder than any other girl before or after, even if I do pass out doing it. Just as my vision starts to blur a little bit, he pulls out and cums on my face again. Again he gives a loud grunt punctuating each hot salty blast. My mouth is open wide still and this time more cum lands in my mouth than before. I can taste the salty flavor as I swallow and then open my mouth again. He is done though. I can feel that most of it is dripping off my chin. 

He falls back into the driver's seat, breathing heavily. I watch his long, hard shaft slowly soften. It is half as thick within thirty seconds.

Weird.

He puts it back in his pants and zips up. I sit back upright in my seat. I feel most of the first load that landed on my skin has already dried. I feel used, overheated, and a deep unsatisfied urge to ask him to fuck me. 

What an asshole. I sucked his dick like I had a gun to my head, he blows two loads on my face without even asking me, and he doesn't so much as finger me to an orgasm? No wonder his last girlfriend dumped him.

I want to pull down my pants and make myself cum right there. I figure that'd be weird, so I don't.

"There's an old T-shirt in the back seat that Katie usually uses."

How fucked up is it that I was excited to be wiping cum off my face from the same shirt as his ex-girlfriend? It hardly qualifies as a shirt anymore though. It is so crusty from old cum that it has more hard scratchy parts than soft. 

But seriously, she's like the second most popular girl in the whole school, probably doesn't know my name, and I just hooked up with her guy. I'm sure she still has feelings for him; they only broke up a few weeks ago. And I absolutely must have just out dick-sucked her.

I've nearly finished when he starts the engine and pulls back onto the dirt road. "We need to stop somewhere; I need get these clumps out of my hair and stains off my shirt before I head to my next class." 

"K," he replies carelessly.

"Why'd you ask me, out of the blue like that, or know that I would say yes, and do that, and not get mad or anything?"

I immediately feel like an idiot having asked. My brain won't shut off for more than three seconds. I think I was just supposed to act cool and not ask questions.

"I always check you out. You're the only girl with boobs as big as Katie. I'm a boob guy, what can I say? And you always look at me, in the halls, like I make you nervous. Figured that meant you liked me."

I don't even know what to say. He checks me out!! 

It is all I can do not to do a little jig right there in the car. I want him to pull over so I can dance on the side of the road. 

Could he be my boyfriend!?!? Could I actually spend the rest of my senior year having fun and doing normal girl things, like hanging out with boys that aren't weird nerds!?!?

I'm getting ahead of myself and I don't give a shit. I'm excited. He thinks I'm hot. And I just sucked his dick like I'm a pro. 

Jake interrupts my celebratory thoughts. "We can stop at my house and I'll get a shirt from my sister's room, if you want. But... not to be a dick, it's just that people think you're a prude smart girl and people saw you leave with me and if you didn't change... I'm just saying... people might see the stains and your messy hair and stop thinking you're a prude smart girl and... you know... talk to you."

"I can't walk into school with cum on me."

"They're just stains, they could be anything. Teachers couldn't say anything and wouldn't think of you like that anyways. Whatever. Do what you want. I'm just... you're obviously not as uptight as people think... do you want me to stop by my house or not?"

I really don't pause that long. It wasn't like me to do any of this, never mind to go back to school looking like I'd just had sex... but he is right. No teacher would say anything. Obviously I'd look like I just had sex and people in our class would talk. It would probably get people to look at me differently... then I realize his agenda! He probably wants everyone to know what just happened, maybe to impress his friends. He isn't being nice, he is thinking of himself. He might even be trying to make Katie jealous and get all the popular girls talking! That last part makes it easy.

"Let's just go back."

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***Thanks to ShyGuy and Todger for editing***



Vicky Ch. 04



Two o'clock... it's only been an hour since I sucked Jake's dick. History class has never seemed so dull in all my life. My heart rate is still up and my breaths still shallow. I can't stop fidgeting, practically squirming at my desk. It's as though giving head awoke something in me and suddenly my body is more alive, more restless.

Dates and names usually sink right in as Mr. Cramson lectures, but today I can hardly keep attention for more than a sentence at a time. My pussy is soaking wet and I might be going crazy but I'm pretty sure I can smell it. I find myself wanting to just grind my pussy into the chair until I cum. I feel possessed.

If I don't cum, will this never go away? Will it always be like this? 

I pictured myself pinned, the door behind my head, and his dick ramming into my mouth. I'd been panicked but it was also amazing. My lips were stretched around the thickness of his shaft. I had made him cum. I was oddly proud of how I'd encouraged him to keep face fucking me. I'd surprised myself. I think I'd made him cum harder than any girl before. There's relief in suddenly realizing that you don't have to be boring, that it's in you to be spontaneous and exciting and to be so arousing as to cause erections. 

I'd followed his advice. I walked back into school without changing out of my cum stained clothing. The looks I got were more than just being checked out. The guys have been looking at me with lust. Until today, no guy had ever stared me down like he wants to fuck me. 

The guys in class keep looking back at me but Mr. Cramson would never guess that these stains are semen. The guys know I left with Jake though and they've figured it out and now they can't keep their eyes off of me. I've read books, I've written essays, I've kept a 4.0 average, but this is my first feeling of wielding power. Appeasing teachers and getting their good graces is nice but, in the shadow of wielding power and commanding attention, power casts a large shadow. 

It's more than power though. I can feel it and it's more carnal and even more fundamental. I finally feel incredibly alive and not as though I'm living life from the backseat. My mind is entirely in the moment. I've a book character instead of a reader.

I had come back with my top hanging low, so my full cleavage encourages stares. Each glance gave me smile and sent a rush of power through me. It wasn't my fault that my top just happened to hang low on my breasts, the nipples close to exposed, right? Oh... maybe it was. May it was entirely my fault and entirely deliberate... entirely cruel and sexual and of the worst intentions. 

I knew the feeling would wear off. This feeling of intensity and elation will fade. For now though, my pussy is hot and wet and pulsating. I want a dick in me again. I want to fuck and to get fucked. I plan to live up to and surpass my oral skills with something more......physical. 
The teacher called for us to turn in last night's homework and I decided to test my new found "powers". My shoes clicked rhythmically on the floor as I approached his desk, throwing some hip into my walk. I put the papers down on his desk and acted like I was reading over my homework one last time while I scratched at an "itch" on my chest — calling attention to my half exposed tits hanging over his desk. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his unflinching stare. 

That's it Mr. Cramson, my tits are more interesting than my school work, aren't they? I thought to myself.

"Here you go," I said. I adjusted my bra just to be a terrible tease. I made sure to do so with extra jiggle. I was looking him in the eyes, but he wasn't looking in mine.

"Thank you," he replied... barely. I turned and walked back to my desk. It took a great deal of effort to not laugh. 
Everyone passed in their papers but he took an extra minute before taking his place back in front of the class to resume the lecture. I smiled, assuming he'd needed a minute to... compose himself? 

A minute or two later he slowly got to his feet. When he was standing and in front of the class, he looked down very quickly but I caught it. He'd been checking his remaining erection was not apparent. So all men are really he same... it's just tits and ass to them. What a curious bunch they are.

Mr. Mramson was back into the midst of his history non-sense and I started thinking about sucking another dick. Not a normal thing to day dream about, I'm sure. I masturbate, sure... but hardly to just a mental image f a dick. Regardless, that thought commanded my attention. 

I realized every guy in the room had a dick. How odd. Every male in the room has an organ which, if I suck, I will have an enormous bargaining chip. If I can suck only a few, tease more, and get a reputation for being particularly talented, I'll have even more power. Am I getting ahead of myself? Maybe.

My mind flashed back to the car. I remembered Jake's big cock pressed against the back of my throat and then his dick inches from my face as he shot cum onto my forehead, cheeks, and chin. Even when I had looked at porn before, I'd never been aroused by just a nude, well endowed man. But today I'd been oddly impressed. Maybe I will both love the act and love the resulting power. It would be convenient.

I looked around, wondering if any had cock's like Jake. My gaze landed on a guy on the far side of the room. I was surprised to find him staring back at me, Eddie. He had been one of the boys lounging on the school's lawn as Jake and I pulled up in the parking lot. Like all the others, his eyes had run over my cum stained body from head to toe. Unlike the others, there was an almost animal edge to it that sent my heart rate soaring. Any other day of my life before this, his intense sexual gaze would have made me uncomfortable and I'd have stared at the blackboard for the rest of the class. Today though, I stared back. 

The bell rang and broke my fantasy world like a bubble. Eddie looked away. I packed up my history book and walked out. I just wanted to get home and finger myself to the orgasm that Jake had neglected. 

I headed to my locker and noticed more stares. They made me regret that the day was over. I wanted to stay. I feared the symptoms of suddenly being alone at home, no one staring. I didn't want to walk home by himself like I had a hundred times before. I wanted Jake to ask me to go park somewhere again. I wanted Eddie to ask me to go for a drive somewhere... anywhere.

Maybe... after I suck a few more dicks... the right dicks.... one of the cool guys will walk me home. This is dick chess, I laughed to myself.

I walked out into a beautiful day with a coy smile on my lips. This is a game, I realized. The girls will be intimidated and, once they hear about what I did, will be territorial. I realized tonight I'd have to figure out a plan and have it in motion within 24 hours.

The sun blinded me as I stepped into daylight. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was as clear and blue as can be, and the sun felt warm on my skin. It actually reminded me of the warmth I had felt earlier, as I got my first facial! 

I turned into the alley between the school and the school gym, a shortcut I usually took on my way home. I passed a few garbage cans and then almost screamed as two hands grabbed me and spun me around.

"Hey good looking." Eddie said with a smile... 



Vicky Ch. 05



**The "Vicky" storyline follows a very intelligent eighteen year old girl who is a senior in high school and is venturing into a very sexually active adulthood.

**The story will flirt with, and eventually cross the line of, incest and taboo. However, please be aware that this story is just the innocent beginnings of that part of the story

I took a deep breath, relived that I wasn't being attacked and that it was only Eddie.

"Looking down right sexy today, Vicky," Eddie's brother Henry added, coming up on my other side. Or maybe he was Eddie and Henry had grabbed me? Who knows. They're twins, actually they are incredibly popular twins thanks to their good looks. They've also barely said a word to me in twelve years of school together. Even in kindergarten all I got was an occasional hair pull. Apparently they knew the score long before I did.

"We were wondering if we could drive you home tomorrow, you know, just to make sure you don't get into trouble."

"Oh, oh wow, I... I mean, of course! Yeah... yeah, that'd be cool..."

"Okay, well we've got practice now otherwise we'd offer you one today. But we'll definitely be down for tomorrow. Sound good?"

"Yeah, that sounds great! I'll see you guys tomorrow. Have fun at practice."

"Ugh, yeah, it's just practice but okay. See ya."

I'm an idiot but nonetheless, excitement, excitement, excitement!

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I'm laying on my bed, on my stomach. My laptop's in front of me and there's a video playing of a dark haired girl, in slutty lingerie, on her knees sucking a guy's dick. I'm not that horny, although the video is starting to turn me on. I'm just too anxious about tomorrow to be really horny.

The video is at least serving its purpose, which is to to teach me how to be better at sex. I'd searched for tutorials on how to give the best blowjob but the articles seemed confusing, lame, or both. I figure just skip the bullshit and watch a professional. I think this chick in the video has it down.

She took control and pushed him onto the couch and she made him watch as she revealed her tits and squeezed them for him. Then she bent over and teased him with her tongue. She started by sucking just the tip of his cock into her mouth but quickly showed him that she was no prude and proceeded to take inch after inch until his entire cock. I think guys must really like that. Even I find it impressive.

This video is unfortunately one of several open in my browser. The others are both of boring girls that I think I'm already more talented than. Really they just need to up the effort. Everyone always says people can tell when your heart isn't in what you do and these chicks obviously were not in the mood for sucking a dick when the video was shot.

I also have a few tabs open that are actually more embarrassing than blowjob videos. I read an entire article called "How to Talk to Guys" and another called "What Men Are Interested In". Both struck me as being way too generic and neither was overly helpful. Instead I'm watching the blowjob videos. I figure a good blowjob will get me more points than good conversation.

There's a knock, knock! on my door. I didn't hear my Dad get home from work yet so it's likely my Mom. Needless to say, I'm a bit annoyed given the timing but I close my browser and yell for her to come in. My Mom quietly opens the door and slides in without opening it all the way.

"Hey sweetie."

"Hi... why are you being so tip-toey?"

"Me? Tip-toey? I'm not. I just was wondering if we could get dinner tonight, just you and me. I want to take you to the wine cellar."

"Why would I want to go to the wine cellar? That's a romantic, couples restaurant."

"Because I want to talk to you about something private and they have very private tables and wonderful food that I thought would make for a nice mother-daughter evening out."

"Okay, so just to get this straight, it's so private that we need to leave the privacy of our own house and go out to dinner to discuss it?"

"Don't be a wise ass. I want to talk over dinner and I'm offering a nice place. Would you prefer Denny's?"

"Fine, the wine cellar it is."

"Good. I'll see you downstairs in twenty minutes."

"K, fine, I'll be down soon."

I look at my empty desktop screen and realize I am hornier than I thought and seriously consider pulling the blowjob videos back up and just having a quick session with my vibrator. That plan gets sidelined when I look in the mirror and remember that I had washed the dried cum off but hadn't changed outfits. The Wine Cellar likely wouldn't appreciate my showing up in a cum stained tank top. Can't blame them there. The big question is do I embrace the new Vicky and find something sexier or wear my usual grey, formal sweater?

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An hour later we walk into the wine cellar. I feel like an idiot because I chose my new jeans and a simple black top with spaghetti straps. The small top was designer but was intended to be used with a sweater or shawl. I had neither. I had, though, worn one of my new bras to push my tits up to front and center. I actually felt the urge to take a selfie when I looked in the mirror. And by felt the urge, I mean I took three pictures, then pulled my tits out and took a few more. Big deal. That though, is actually not why I feel idiotic.

When I had put the outfit together, I'd thought it was an original idea but when I saw my Mom's outfit I realized I'd simply copied an outfit my mother occasionally wears. She raised hell when I said I was going to change and told me she was glad we looked similar. For years she'd felt that no one could possibly see us together in public, see our styles, and think we were related. She had a point, so I just went with it. Mother, daughter slutty apparel night... so normal! I know everyone thinks their family is weird but mine has to be one of the weirdest.

They lead us down the stairs, down a long and dimly lit hall, and past many brick archways leading into small corridors. The building had half my attention but I'm largely distracted due to my staring at my mother's backside. Her experience with the simple, tight, black outfit showed. She has better jeans than mine and they make her legs look extra skinny and her ass look extra big. Her heels are probably three inches. I notice the wandering eyes of men at their tables following my mother's ass as it passes.

Finally we take a left under one of the brick archways. They sit us in our own private room with minimal lighting, beautiful scented flowers, a rustic wooden table, and they immediately bring waters with lemons in tall, thin glasses.

In the dim light, against the background of rustic walls and rare flowers, I surveyed my mother's immaculate outfit. Her top has a classy cut in the center and it showed a deeper cleavage line. She also wore a long, thin necklace that fell perfectly between her breasts. It directed a viewer's attention right at the main event.

The waiter entered, making hardly a sound. He's an older man, wearing nicely pressed dark pants and a white shirt.

"Good evening. My name is Franklin. What can you both for drinks?"

I order a sparkling juice. She gets a Spanish wine and comments on how much she loves the menu. I roll my eyes, but am not sure why. It is a great menu. She just annoys me I guess. I'm also oddly annoyed at the waiter when he goes to get our drinks and leaves us alone.

"How was school today?" She, as usual, is the one to break the silence.

"Good." I pause and realize how I suck at lying. "Nothing special," I add.

She returns a knowing smile but lets my lie pass. "Good, I'm glad. I had a great day. I woke up horny and straddled your fa..."

"Mom!"

"Oh come on, we're two adults out to dinner. What do you want to talk about? School? The weather?"

"Fine, but we're two adults who happen to be mother and daughter."

"Someday you'll look back at your uptight days and laugh Vicky."

"Or not."

"I hope you do."

"You wouldn't want me to be a prude, we know that don't we? Then who would you have to talk to about straddling Dad?"

"Plenty of people sweetheart, but forget it. It was just small talk. Let's choose an appetizer."

She ordered us an appetizer, soups, and salads to start. The first to arrive at the table were tiny toasted baguettes topped with beef briquet and pickled onions. It was good enough to lighten my mood. Then came the lobster bisque. I'm a fan of anything lobster and the bisque brought in high spirits.

She waited to broach her private matter until the wedges came covered in blue cheese, bacon, and croutons.

"Vicky, I know you don't want to be me and that's okay. I just want you to be smart and not have your head up your ass. Please, just hear me out and then do whatever you want with my advice, okay? You're eighteen and I need to say it now before it's too late."

I swallowed my mouth full of salad. "I'm listening."

"If you live the next ten years as a hermit idealist who reads and writes and does nothing else, you risk regretting those ten years of your life. If you do end up regretting them, you'll look back at ten empty years and feel an unquenchable longing, a thirst for a life you did not live but should have. It may turn out that you do not regret those years, but if you do it will not be a small regret. But I promise you Vicky, if you live the next 10 years meeting people, traveling, having fun, having sex, trying new things, and making some mistakes, you won't trade those years for anything."

I opened my mouth a little, but then stopped. I had nothing to say back. I closed my mouth and sat there, shocked that her advice struck me as a certain truth.

"Do you disagree?"

"No, actually, I don't. But I'm also confused. You caught me giving a blowjob to my friend and watched me have sex with him. I'm trying to live a little but what else am I supposed to change? What is it you want me to do? Fuck the whole town?"

"I know what you did Vicky and we're here because that showed me you're finally willing to change how you live your life."

"I am trying. I want to have adventures and stories to remember. I even gave a guy at school a blowjob during lunch today, in his car."

"Wow, aren't we making up for lost time?!"

I smiled but felt embarrassed. "Yeah. It was definitely thrilling but I don't want to just be the school slut."

"You won't be. I'd say one more act will get them all talking about you. Then you'll get yourself invited to parties, have your choice of boyfriends, and will be invited to do fun things."

"I doubt it's that simple."

"Men are horny sweetie. Men can be complex, but not when it comes to sex. The popular teenage guys who have all the fun, they date pretty girls with big boobs who put out. I want you to live a life filled with people who get out of the house. Those people, whether they be travelers or athletes or just incredibly social, usually have more sex than average. I'm older than you, so just take me for my word."

"So sex is my ticket into a sub-culture of fun people?"

"I couldn't have said it better myself."

"And how do you know all this? I mean you're not exactly married to a world traveler, athlete, or partier?"

"Well, I could explain it to you but I think you've already objected to hearing about my sex life, so why don't we leave that for now."

"Ugh... okay."

"We do need to make a few adjustments to your outfit. I don't want you to be a slut or look like a slut for that matter. For instance, instead of pushing your tits half way out of your shirt, buy a shirt with a deeper cut and push your tits together. It looks less desperate."

"Okay, but now I'm confused. Do you want me to be more sexual or not?"

"Vicky I am trying to tell you that I want you to live a little! But since you spend most of your time reading right now, and aren't a natural flirt, I think sex is a good start. You certainly have the curves!"

"Okay, so you want me to use sex because I'm not extroverted in any way. But you are a flirt and you still dress in revealing clothing to get attention."

She gives me a frown, as though it was an insult. "I dress how I like to dress. I love my body and I think I look nice."

My heart sinks, realizing she'd taken me out for a nice dinner and I'd just insulted her for no reason. I want to say I'm sorry but the words don't come out.

She goes on. "I don't hate sex or that men crave it so fiercely. Some do, hate it. I don't. I look in the mirror and feel blessed to have been born with large breasts, a curved bottom, and a pretty face. Don't you dare label your mother as some pitiful, empty headed model though."

I swallow and muster words I rarely, if ever, say to her. "I'm sorry". I can see in her face, it's too little, too late. I sit in silence for a long time. We'd hardly gotten along for years. She asks me to dinner to try to give me advice and this is how I act? I try to find the words to undo my insult.

"Look, Mom, I think you are radiant. Your outfit isn't flashy or over the top, yet you look stunning. Your makeup, your long necklace, everything is perfect. You carry your beauty with your head up, your voice strong, and practically everyone notices your beautiful presence. For the first time in my life, this week I have enjoyed that feeling of being noticed and it feels good. But you do it with class and I did it with a cheap tank top and big tits. You're the most social, outgoing, active person I know and I admire that. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to simplify everything you do into it just being for attention."

Her face had changed as I spoke and she didn't make me wait in a long silence or give me a lecture about what I'd said. She just said "thank you, that means a lot... now let's toast to your new beginnings!"

I return her patience and forgiveness with the biggest smile I've given her in a very long time. "Thanks Mom."

"No problem sweetie. Now tell me all the dirty little details about these recent sexual escapades of yours."

Over dinner, I told her everything. I talked about my emotions during the sex and even my technique. It was awkward at first but she was so casual about it that my reluctance was quickly replaced by the relief of having someone to tell and talk about it with.

When I told her about the twins offering me a ride home, she asked me if I was ready to have sex again and suggested that on the way home she drop me off at Eric's for some practice. I agreed, texted him to see if he was home, and told him I'd be there in an hour.

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When we pulled up, Eric ran out of the house and up to our SUV. My Mom rolled down the window.

"Hey Mrs. Santillo! Hey Vicky!"

"Why are you running out here? I told you I'd just come in quietly through the side door."

He looks confused, looking to my Mom, then back at me.

"Well, my parents came home and I... I just thought maybe we could hang out at your house?"

"So what if they're home? Can't we just go to your room?"

Again, he looks back and forth between me and my Mom before replying. "I don't think it's a good idea. They aren't going to bed or anything and my house isn't that big."

My Mom looks frustrated with him. "Just get in the back Eric." He quickly hops in the back. "You too Vicky." I pop my door open, jump out, and hop in beside him.

She wastes no time putting the car in drive. She drove the short distance to our house and pulled in the garage. "Look, I'm going to go in the house and watch a show with your father. I'll meet you back here in a half hour."

"Stay here", I say to Eric and then hop out and run around the car, a bit pissed at the entire situation. "Why can't we come in? And why only a half hour?"

"You are staying in here because you are still a senior in high school and having sex in cars is a good skill to work on. And do you really need an hour to have sex?"

"I guess not." I turn to get back in the car, but then wheel around. "Thank you. I know most Moms wouldn't do this for their daughters."

"Well we both know I'm not most Moms." She smiles and goes in the house.

I don't wait for her to leave before turning around and climbing in the back seat, pushing Eric back against the far door, and peeling my tank top off. When I reach behind my back to unclasp my bra, Eric interrupts.

"Can we make-out first?"

"Nope." I give him a smile. "We're best friends and I don't want to get romantic feelings mixed into this. Just enjoy the easy sex and don't get greedy."

"I can't argue with that."

He smiles as big a smile as I've ever seen him smile. I unclasp my bra and reveal my big tits in full view for him.

"You like?"

"Of course! I've loved your tits forever!"

"I've noticed."

I fall back onto my heels and reach up to my breasts and massage them for him. I've done it in the mirror before and know what looks the hottest. At first I keep my nipples covered, teasing him. I massage them slowly and, bit by bit, I let my hands fall away so he can glimpse my nipples.

"Was it painful always being so close but never seeing them?"

"You don't even know the half of it. You have bigger tits than almost every girl in our school. It's the biggest tease hanging out with you."

"Are you calling me a tease?"

"Not on purpose... or at least I don't think on purpose. But right now you're definitely being one."

I give him a big smile. "What a terrible friend."

I crawl across the seat, straddle my best friend, and lean forward until his face disappears into my breasts. His lips kiss the insides of my breasts. His tongue traces concentric circles until reaching my nipple and then the warmth of his mouth envelopes one and then the other. I let him enjoy my breasts until his hand undoes my jeans and slides beneath the waistband.

Before long the combination of his fingers rubbing my pussy and the warmth of his mouth on my breasts has me too aroused to wait another second. "Pull your jeans down. I want your cock."

In little more than an instant his jeans are around his ankles and his big, fat cock is standing at full attention. It is impressive, to say the very least, but I hardly pause and quickly take him into my mouth. He's hard as a rock and it takes a few seconds for my jaw to comfortably stretch wide open and accommodate his size. I try to imitate the video I'd watched earlier in the evening.

I suck his dick as intensely and passionately as I know how. I suck him hard and fast and barely pause to even breath. I try to moan while I suck, to seem all the more crazed with passion. A few times I let it pop from my mouth for effect, only to shove it back between my drool soaked lips a moment later. His groans indicate that I improved since my last performance.

My half hour time limit is rushing by so, with a loud pop, I release his dick from my mouth. I maneuver my jeans and thong to my knees and turn with my back to him and, with my hand between my legs, find his hard cock and guide him into my pussy.

He fucks me hard, matching the intensity that had I sucked him with. With my hands on the roof, to keep my head from hitting, I bounce up and down again and again and again. My tits are bouncing and I love the feeling. He cannot see it but I bite my bottom lip, smiling. Just days before I had never even given a hand job. The thrill of being in the back of a car, topless, bouncing on a big, veiny, throbbing cock is still new and surprising and somewhat intoxicating.

I love every deep thrust of his hips into my pussy and his hands on my bare ass, guiding me up and down his long manhood again and again and again. I moan genuine moans of intense pleasure and whisper dirty, raunchy words to him.

"Fuck me baby. Fuck me. You feel so fucking good. Give me that big, fat dick and make me cum." Yes, verbatim from the porn videos, but also honest words of encouragement. I can feel my orgasm building and, at this moment, truly enjoy his fat cock.




Vicky Ch. 05



Falling backward into him, I grab him hands and wrap his arms around me until his fingers are stretched across my breasts, kneading them with every thrust.

"Yeah, squeeze those tits. You like my big tits, huh? They're your's baby."

He's grunting deeply, so deeply that I barely recognize his voice. "Uggghh, your tits are so fuckin big." He thrusts even deeper into me. "I'm going to pound your pussy so fuckin hard Vicky."

It's not an empty promise. His grip on my tits tightens and he angles his hips to shove his cock as deep in me as it will go. I am already cumming and it peaks my orgasm until I can't control myself.

"Fuuuucccckkk." I orgasm like a woman possessed. My hands lock over his, squeezing my tits even tighter. I shove my big ass into his hips and grind into him hard, begging him to deliver every last inch of his hard cock. I swear through every second of my climax.

"Fuuuucccck. Fucck. Fucckkk. Oh yeah, I'm cumming... I'm... I'm cumming so fuuuuuuuucck. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

My body spasms. My hips buck. My abs clench and unclench and clench again. I tighten my pussy around his cock and grind into his cock as hard as I can. My pussy even squirts a little. It is one of the most intense moments of my eighteen years on Earth. As the climax passes, my eyes open wide and I struggle to catch my breath. I feel like I'm waking from a trance.

Surprisingly I feel as though I've just run several miles and can hardly breath. Every part of me feels a little odd and sensitive. I can feel every inch of his fingers on my breasts, his long penis still hard inside me, the sweat dripping down my back and ass. I realize his dick is pulsating.

"Are you cumming in me?"

"Ahhh, yeah." I feel his dick throb a few more times. "Mmm". He's obviously finishing his orgasm. I realize I can even feel his ejaculation. I politely wait for him to finish cumming in me. He finally stops and immediately blurts out "I'm sorry. I didn't ask. I started cumming when you did and just couldn't hold it in."

"It's okay. I'm on the pill now."

I climb off and feel his now very wet penis exit my vagina. I open the car door and climb out carefully, as not to trip with my jeans still around my knees. I scan the garage for something to use to clean up.

There's not enough time and I can already feel his cum seeping from me. I squat over the garage floor, feeling suddenly very exposed I close the car door and let his warm sperm leak out of my used pussy and cover our garage floor. I feel like a wild animal. Just a few days ago I felt like a young aspiring author and now I feel more like a monkey in the jungle. Topless and totally exposed I look to the car window to see if I'm truly a monkey in a zoo. Thankfully, he isn't watching.

When the last feels like it is out, I stand and turn to look at the mess. That's a lot of cum. Just then my mother opens the door.

"Jesus Vicky, put some clothes on!"

I cover my tits with one arm and my pussy with the other. "Sorry! I guess we lost track of time."

"I guess you did. Get cleaned up. I'll be out in five minutes to drive Eric home."

"K. Thanks!" I say in a high-pitch tone. She closes the door. Oddly, I don't feel worried at all that she just caught me nude and freshly fucked. Instead, I bend over to pull up my jeans and go about getting dressed. I find myself staring at the cum on the floor and I can't help but think that someday this is going to be a really great story.



Vicky Ch. 06



The sound of my Dad watering the lawn woke me from a deep sleep. Tired and pissed, I looked at my alarm clock. Who waters the lawn at 6:30 in the morning? Ridiculous. Then a different sensation steals my attention. My pussy is still sore from getting fucked by Eric. Ugh. This day is off to a rough start. The sex was absolutely worth the discomfort; it was so very intense and dirty. But am I loose now? How does that work? I wondered if kegels work, but then decided that's too little, too late. 

I heard the water spray against the side of the house. God he annoys me. Water the lawn after work like a normal person! But I quickly got over my annoyance with my anal father and moved onto thoughts of the twins. My imagination was running and quickly found myself entertaining thoughts about dating one of them, going out to fancy dinners, and falling in love. Then my mother's advice came into my head. Don't be boring. 

I know I'll settle down early. I already want the little house, with a handsome husband, and a little nook in the attic to write and sip coffee in, which is why she's right. I need to live life a little so I have something to write about. I wouldn't mind learning her devious ways either.

When anything goes wrong at a store or restaurant, we always get more than our way. We usually leave with gift cards. Why? Because whenever the manager is a guy she just smiles, touches his arm, and fixes her top a lot. Every time it works. The guy's gaze fixes on her jiggling boobs and suddenly we're awkwardly getting our way, except I'm the only one who thinks it's awkward. That's truly not a rare occurrence and I do envy that power. Who dislikes gift cards? Nobody, that's who.

I have an aunt that argues with my Mom all the time, telling her that putting her tits on display and having men drool over her breasts is disgusting. She says it degrades women. I think that's dumb though, because my Mom works and is more successful than my aunt. And I'm smart. I read more than any girl in my grade and never miss honor roll and I just also happen to like it when a man pauses in mid conversation to awkwardly look at my cleavage. It makes me feel good. I hope he goes home and jerks off to the thought of me. If he's acting like a crazed monkey that's his problem.

It struck me that I was getting distracted, I had a shower to take, an outfit to choose, and a school day to get through. Just shy of an hour later I walked out my front door dressed in the same tight fitting outfit as the previous night, except I borrowed my mother's low hanging necklace.

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"Hey Vicky! Headed home."

"Yup! Do you still want to give me a ride?"

"We did want to but now we can't. We have no car! But it's a nice day to walk through the woods. We're sort of car grounded. Long story. Up for an escort home?"

"Yeah, that'd be great. I won't ask about the long story!"

"Good, let's go!" I think that was Eddie who said it. Whichever said it, I took it as a command and started walking immediately. He's really good looking and I can't imagine saying no or even "hold on" to him. I would follow either of them with two untied shoes and a backpack full of rocks.

We started across the school sports fields. The twins had lived near me all my life but they'd stopped walking the same path years ago. 

Walking with two incredibly handsome twins can really boost a girl's confidence. I'm pretty sure everyone notices my walking with them. It feels like that but maybe I'm just conceded. Let me rephrase that. I am conceded and maybe my conceded view is making me think everyone is looking when they're not. I don't really care. Eric walks me home, no one else. No one drives me home, no one asks. Today two of the best looking guys in my school are by my side and I can tell that they're horny by the way they keep looking down my top. Today, being me feels good.

I decided to make sure they don't lose attention and adjusted my bra, pushing my tits up more, and then pulled down my shirt as far as I could without revealing more than the edge of my bra. My mother's long necklace sparkled right between my breasts. That easily doubled the amount of glances. 

My pussy was getting wet just teasing them. I was loving this but also hating it. It's going well but what if I drop the ball? I hate navigating social situations like this. They're hott and I want to hook up with one of them but they are both into me and I still don't know if either is going to ask me out! 

Really, I would date Eddie or Henry. I don't think anyone can even tell the difference between them. They look the same and I don't think anyone listens to anything they say. They're just popular, pretty faces on athletic bodies. It's high school, who dates for political views or career accomplishments? Let's be real. No one.

I just want to take off my shirt and show them how great my tits are to make sure they don't lose interest. That would make me feel a lot better. I'm anxious enough to be at risk of a heart attack. If I showed them my tits maybe they'd just fight over me and I'd let the winner fuck me. That's how the rest of nature does it. Let the males fight and whoever wins is obviously a good catch, seems simpler. 

That would be way better than sweating out hours of conversation where I'm afraid I'm going to make an idiot of myself. Ugh, maybe this is why I do better with romance novels. Maybe living in the moment is the kind of overrated thrill seeking that leads to an early death by disease and heart attacks.

As if reading my pleading thoughts to have the courting phase over with, one of them confirmed his interest by firmly grabbing my ass! It wasn't a light pinch but a full-on ass cheek grab. And then suddenly I felt the other twin's hand on my other ass cheek!

"You've got a great ass." I felt my face go beat red. So red that I felt the heat in my face. 

"Ah, thanks." Shit! It was a weird act but I didn't mean to make it sound awkward too! "You've got nice hands." Ahhhhh. I'm useless. But what the hell, is it normal to compliment someone's ass out of the blue like that? No!

What was happening!? We were still walking but they both hand their hand resting on my butt! It was odd. Maybe it was too odd. Maybe I didn't need stories and boring is good. But my body and mind weren't on the same page. I could feel the unmistakable warmth of my wetting pussy. Jesus, what if this keeps going! Is that what they want? I felt my pussy really getting hotter at the idea of it. 

"Want to stop and hang out on that big rock, maybe tan in the sun for a bit?" No! I wanted to shout at them. I was fucking horny and anxious and I wanted them to run home and leave me to masturbate on the rock and get on with my life. 

We had gone into the woods maybe a mile along a path I walk everyday. There's a big tree and a few really wide, flat rocks and not much else. No one else really walks this path. It crossed my mind that they wanted to go further, sexually, but not this close to school right? Not here? But if anyone would, these two would... 

"Sure. Let's stop." 

I dropped my bag in the grass, got up onto the rock, and laid back. Henry and Eddie did the same, lying on either side of me. I looked at their grinning faces. This is nuts. Suck a dick and suddenly the Brad Pitt brothers both want to hang out with you. Note to self, suck more dicks. I sat between them, still anxious, but quite pleased.

Now these guys aren't ordinary handsome. They go party at colleges on the weekend's and I heard they model in the city and go to clubs. That's just rumor though... but I don't doubt it. Eddie and Henry have classic good looks. They're seniors like me but they have chiseled faces, very masculine features, dirty blond hair, bright blue eyes, and white smiles that look more like mischievous grins. They are very tan, very tall, and very athletic. In a previous life they may have been Spartan warriors. And they're the type of men that make me horny just looking at them. Their confident personalities can make them assholes but definitely sexy assholes.

I started to wonder if I should have done something back when they grabbed my ass. Should I have grabbed their asses? That's stupid. Right? Maybe I should have moaned. Shit, I should have moaned. Damn-it, I just want to take off my shirt and let my tits do all the thinking for the three of us. 

"You guys are great with your hands," I said as sexily as possible. I was pleased with myself. Good word choice. Good delivery. Way to go Vicky, you're doing okay.

"You're the one with the great ass. It makes for easy handwork."

For a while, no one said anything. We just all laid there, with the sun beating down on us. My mind raced and tried to make sense of the situation. Nothing made sense though. They don't both think they can hook up with me, do they? Just because I did stuff with Jake during lunch one time doesn't mean I will let them double team me. That'd be a leap. They wouldn't both want to just share me, one time... would they? I was clueless and tried to convince myself that I should stop trying to figure it out. Enjoy it. Whatever it is, it's a victory.

It seemed the boys patience lasted all of two minutes before a hand landed on my right tit and squeezed. I smiled. Not even on the inside. I was so excited that he squeezed my tit and I physically smiled. I quickly tried to play it cool though. He started to massage my tit and I kept my eyes closed, worried that he'd seen me smile like an idiot. 

Finally I couldn't help but wonder if he was waiting form me to look at him. I turned my head and opened. I was looking him in the eyes... Eddie's eyes... maybe Eddie. He looked as if he was asking if I objected. Play it cool, I coached myself. I returned his sexy, mischievous grin. His grasp became more firm. He kept squeezing and rubbing and I loved it!

"Mmmm. God that feels good." I moaned encouragingly.

A second passed and then Henry's hand landed on my left breast, moving in perfect counter moves to his brother's. They were pros. Their hands worked on my tits like they had done it a hundred times. I was horny beyond belief. I couldn't remember ever being this horny in my life. My pussy was soaking wet. One last moment of apprehension crossed my mind. This is really slutty. Maybe I shouldn't do this. The thought evaporated quicker than it had condensed. Fuck it, YOLO! 

The next thought in my head was yelling at them to skip ahead and finger me!! I wanted to pull my top up and my jeans down to move things along. I decided against it. I was enjoying being taken by two men.

They squeezed my breasts slowly, stretching their fingers to get an entire handful. Eddie was first to slip his hand under my top and grab the real thing. Henry followed suit. Their strong hands on my tits felt amazing. My head fell back and nearly smacked into the rock when they each started working my nipples too. They twisted and pinched and twisted some more. They lightly teased me until I felt ready to cum without anyone touching me. My hand dropped down to my crotch and started rubbing. I couldn't help it!

Frustrated with my clothing obstructing their access, I pulled off the straps of my bra and tank top and slid them down to my waist. The sun's heat streamed through the leaves and soaked my bare breasts. The twins lifted their hands as I slid the fabric down, before reclaiming my chest. Eddie turned onto his side, on one elbow, to hungrily latch his mouth on my nipple. Like a dutiful twin, and not to be out done, Henry followed Eddie's lead.

"Ohhhhhh my goodd!!!!!!" I moaned, feeling the boys smile against my tits. This was amazing!! Two great-looking twin brothers were sucking my tits! Ecstasy!

They knew how to suck, how to lightly bite my nipples, circle them with their tongues, then kiss the underside of my massive breasts. Shivers ran up my spine. I was topless in the summer sun but had goosebumps. 

When they finally moved their hands down toward my pussy, Eddie's hand took the place of mine. While Eddie began rubbing my throbbing pussy, Henry started rubbing my inner thigh, gradually pushing down my jeans in the process. I humped Eddie's hand and thrusted my hips against his strong fingers, relishing the strength of his fingers on my womanhood. Finding my hands free, I grabbed Henry by the neck and pulled his lips to mine, plunging my tongue deep into his mouth.

"Mmmm, mmm, mmmmmm" I started moaning and humping, writhing like crazy, knowing I was going to cum. I started bucking my hips higher and higher, my jeans were around my knees by this point. I planted my feet and thrust my hips into the air. Eddie's hand worked my cunt furiously. "MMMMM, mmmmmmmmmmm." I moaned uncontrollably. 

They were both sucking hard on my nipples when Eddie shifted his hand and hit my clit in just the right way. I screamed and started squirting into the air as I shook and thrust my hips. Henry's eyes were glued to his brother's hand as he rubbed himself through his jeans, watching as Eddie continued rubbing my pussy despite my squirting. 

That first orgasm was eroticism at its best. They both moved their hands and lightly teased my tits as I tried to slow my breathing. I slowly lowered my hips back down to the rock.

"Looks like you soaked your jeans Vicky."

"Maybe she should take them off."

I nodded, unable to speak.

"I guess I made a mess. I'll be a gentleman and clean it up." Eddie said in a suave tone, making his brother laugh.

"Mmmm hhmm" was all I could manage. Eddie's face disappeared between my legs and a few seconds later my feet were in the air and my jeans sailed into the air and out of sight. 

Eddie had dipped his head between my legs, pulled my thong to the side and zeroed in on my clit. His tongue flicked and I was immediately in heaven. He slid his tongue up and down my pussy, circled and dabbed, and penetrated. 

He teased and pleasured me with every movement of his tongue. I knew he must have made a hundred girls squirm before me. His tongue had practiced on a hundred pussies, at least, because this was no natural talent. However many he'd practiced on was, I was thankful for every girl who had spread her legs before me and let him perfect his art.

My hands latched onto Eddie's head. We fell into a rhythm. I met his tongue and he met my thrusts. He licked my steamy, wet pussy until I felt so much ecstasy I felt as though I'd leap from my own skin. My mind blurred when his brother started lightly sucking on my tits again. Their diligent ravaging of my body was doing quite the number on every nerve in me. It didn't take me very long to start bucking again. Eddie was not to be bucked off and kept his mouth hidden, buried in my cunt, nose rubbing and teasing against my clit, even as I began to buck wildly.

"He's good at eating pussy huh Vick?" Henry said. 'Oh god YES. So fucking good. So fucking amazing!!' my brain screamed. Something more vulgar escaped my lips. "MM, haaaaa, aaaa, mmmm. I'm.... aahhhh... his fuckin'...ahhhh... whore. Just... mmmmmmmmm mmmmm... don't stop."


Then he did. For a moment I was stuck in a daze. When I finally saw straight, I looked down to see Eddie had his pants pulled down. Never, in all my life, had any cock looked so enticing. It wasn't long but it was thick and everything I wanted from life at that moment. I spread my legs wider, looked him in the eye, and told him "fuck me."


He reached down, spread my pussy lips, and mounted me. Henry moved out of the way but not out of hand's reach of my big breasts. Eddie slid into me and lowered his body against mine, probing a little then entering till his thick dick was deep in me. Henry leaned over and bit my nipple hard, making me cry out and, as though on cue, Eddie shoved his hips forward.

"Aaahhhhhh!!!!!!" It hurt in the best way. I took deep breaths. I took more deep breaths. A shiver ran up and down my body. "Fuck me. Fuck me, god, fuck me Eddie."

"I'm not Eddie, I'm Henry." He smiled.

I grabbed his hand, shoved it over my breast and, with my other hand, grabbed him behind the neck. "I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck me and make me your fuckin whore."

Immediately his facial expression changed. That pissed him off. He pulled out his full length and slammed in back in ruthlessly. Again. Again. Again. My breasts bounced and vibrated. My jaw tensed and I gritted my teeth. He fucked me mercilessly. It was the most intense feeling of my life. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk, fuckkkk, fuckkkkkk, fuckkk, fuck, fuck, fuck."

I came an Earth-shattering orgasm, squirting all over him but he didn't yield, only kept pounding me harder and harder and my orgasm wouldn't subside. It kept coming. 

"mmmmMMMMMMM. mmmmmMMMMMM. mmmmmMMMMM."

I struggled to breath and tried to crawl away. He held me. But I felt more hands. Eddie held me too. It was too intense but I couldn't escape. His thrusts into me were relentless.

"mmmmMMM, ooooohhhhh, ooooHHHH, OOOOHHHHHH, FUCCCCCCCCKKK."

I came again, squirting a third time. The feelings were overwhelming me and I was crying.

"PLLLEASSSE. I can't... I can't... pleaseeee."

He grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders, grabbed my hips, and drove himself as deep into me as his dick could take him. Every last inch of his thick shaft was in me, convulsing. My pussy was suddenly filled with a wonderful feeling of warmth.

"Take that cum you slut." With relief as he slowed, I took it.

He pulled out and stood up and the sun framed his silhouette, dick hanging heavy and dripping cum, glistening with my pussy juice. 

I looked over to see Eddie had stripped sometime during our marathon and had his rock hard cock in hand and dripping pre-cum. Even his thick, big headed shaft was identical to his brother. Both stood in the light with hard cocks bobbing, balls hanging, staring at my sweat soaked, cum filled body.

"She's about as good a fuck as it gets," Henry said.

"Looked good. What a dirty little secret slut hiding in honors classes."

"Yeah man. You going to fuck her or what?"

"Hell yeah. Just looked like she needed a breather."

He took me missionary first. He started slower and paid lots of attention to my tits as he humped my beaten cunt. He ran his hands all over my body. It didn't take long to realize that Eddie was the one with the hots for me. He ran his hands over my tits, my stomach, my thighs, everywhere. He fucked me slowly and kissed me deeply. It was a welcome relief after Henry's jackhammering me into a natural high.

Eddie gently took my legs and pushed them to my chest. As he admired my back side, he slid into me a few inches deeper with unobstructed access. I was whimpering on every backstroke and craving the reentry. 

"Henry, her ass is amazing. I'm getting harder just watching my dick go into her!"

"Oh yeah, it is nice. Maybe a round two is in the cards."

Suddenly Eddie stopped, pulled out, let my legs go, and moved up while jerking his cock. Before I realized what was happening he was blowing a load all over my tits! It seemed premature but he obviously liked me more. His orgasm lasted twice as long as Henry's. Jets of cum fell in globs onto my nipples and pooled in my cleavage. 

Henry must have been hard again already, he moved behind Eddie and pushed my legs apart and shoved his cock into my well used cunt. Just as Henry shook the last drips of cum onto my tits, Henry started slamming his dick into me hard and fast. 

Eddie looked annoyed that his brother had infringed on the moment. Not to be out done, he straddled my chest and started fucking the tits he just jizzed all over. This was heaven. The twins might be identical but Henry fucked me harder and I loved it. Having his cock in me while Eddie titty-fucked my cum-covered tits was as dirty as any porno I'd seen. Henry had me cumming within a minute.

Eddie didn't last long between my tits. He kept fucking my chest until his face turned read and his neck muscles strained. Then he shot cum all over my tits, neck, and chin.




Vicky Ch. 06



As Eddie dismounted, Henry looked me over and gave me a big smile.

"You look good like that."

Again, he gave it to me harder and harder. I moaned and squeezed my pussy around his hard cock. I loved how hard he fucked me. I had died and gone to heaven. 


"I'm cumminggggggggggg!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" 

He picked up the pace, lodging his big member deep in me. He kept me in orgasm for at least a minute, slamming in harder and harder, keeping me bucking. Harder, harder, harder. Every fiber of me felt amazing. Leaning down he bit my tits hard, the pain mixing with the pleasure till the two were so mixed that I thought I'd pass out.

As my vision blurred, he pulled out and I felt warm cum splatter on my stomach and then splash against my pussy. Then nothing. Just the warmth of his cum and the drip of cum streaking down the sides of my body. My eyes were open but barely and very blurred. I was struggling to get my breath.

"Alright Vicky, we're going to take off and let you get some rest." The voice sounded far off and unclear. I tried to lift my head but I couldn't see. 

"K." I felt comatose. I felt incredibly high. I'd never done LSD but I felt sure that this was what it was like. I concentrated on my breathing. I felt like I was meditating, but in a "my pussy is soar from cumming" kind of way.

Then I closed my eyes and leaned back. I paid attention to the warmth of the sun on my skin. The cum was cooling and the breeze sent a chill flooding over me. I could feel the cum residue hardening over my pussy and my dark nipples warming in the sun's rays. My tits felt heavier as I breathed deep breaths. I lay and thought of nothing more than my body and it's wonderful, erotic aches. I laid there for a long time. Maybe even an hour. 

I thought on how my life was about to change. Who would find out about this? Would guys still want to fuck me? Would the twins want to fuck me again? They said I was good right? Maybe great?

Eventually I opened my eyes and sat up. My ass hurt from being bare against the rock. I reached for my clothes to cover up, then decided 'fuck it'. I looked down at my body, dotted with hardened cum streaks. I sat like that, on the edge of the rock, nude, thinking, not of much. Recovering. Smiling.

At some point I put put my clothes back on so I could head for home. It felt odd having them on and, as soon as I had dressed, I wanted them off again. They were taking me out of my trance of pleasure. 

Now, knowing how amazing guys think I look naked, makes me wish I could stay that way all the time. I walked home slowly, savoring my afternoon and replaying it in my head. I walked light footed, humming, and smiling small, happy smiles. I felt good. My life was about to be a lot more interesting. I had found adventure. They always say the last year of high school is memorable. 

I walked up the front walk to my house humming. When I walked in my mother saw me, saw the dried streaks, and the look on my face and laughed.