Chapter One
Julie was fifteen and had spent the whole night making the biggest decision in her life. It wasn’t an easy decision and not one her parents would specially like though she believed they would come to accept it.
The decision wasn’t made because of external pressure; she wasn’t coerced. And the decision wasn’t made because of an obsession or predilection. She couldn’t have explained why in precise terms, not that it mattered, since once made her decision would become a fait accompli and was irreversible.
Partly it was because she was tired of being a virgin, partly because of a senior boy, Jeremiah, everybody called him Jerry, who was on the football team, handsome, just everything. She hoped one day Jerry would notice her and date her and discover how wonderful she was.
Julie wasn’t pretending she was wonderful or expecting Jerry to do anything one did on a date. She couldn’t pretend the first date would lead to a second, and a third and they’d go steady. Julie knew she was short, rather plain looking, had no special attribute to her figure like jaw dropping tits or tiny waist. She wasn’t even cute. Too many freckles, everywhere, except the palms of her hands and probably the soles of her feet but she’d never bothered to look.
She clutched the book bag close to her chest and pretended she didn’t hear the ho’s giggle in the back of the school bus or the boys’ voices.
Some kids had rides that took forever; Julie’s stop was almost last. Almost first to be picked up, almost last to be dropped off on the corner two blocks from home. Her ride was close to an hour.
“Fuck,” the ho shouted. There was a moment’s silence and then laughter from the back. She never looked. Hos and teases were not the study of good girls in her high school.
The ho screamed, a long wail that ended abruptly. “Fuck.” There were other sounds. Like someone was clapping softly, giggles, a whisper. Someone’s pens hit the floor and rolled to the front of the bus.
Julie tried to stop them with her foot, the pens rolled past her. She was always too clumsy to do anything effectual. Her palms were moist. Her mother was going to hate her. Forever. The ho’s moans were driving her crazy so she turned around, faced the back of the bus, down the aisle, saw a couple of others watching, the rest in the bus were bored or talking.
The ho faced her, naked, bent over a seat back, hands clutching the seat back in front of her, mouth open. The boy fucking her was leaning over her back, straining as he moved. His face was beet red and eyes were shut. He finished and another took his place.
Julie was a virgin, hadn’t the slightest idea what the ho was feeling, much less why she was carrying on so. The bus had only one ho, no teases, the rest were good girls who blushed easily, like Julie was blushing right now, having just seen one, a boy’s erect penis. She turned around hastily.
Penises were a fact of life, but little understood if one was a good girl. The bus passed over some bumps and the ho shrieked. There was laughter. She always shrieked at the same spot, day after day, the whole year Julie had ridden the bus.
It sounded like the ho was having fun but Julie couldn’t be sure. Good girls didn’t talk to hos, barely passed the time of day with teases. The boys didn’t seem to mind or care one way or the other. Hos were hos.
The semicircular drive for the school was packed with kids, some just off buses, the bus ahead was unloading as hers pulled in. Julie was a ninth grader, was for the first time in her life in a school as big as this one with over 2,000 students, grades nine through twelve. Another month and Julie would graduate, that was more or less assumed at this point. Julie was smart and a good student. Chemistry and geometry which were accelerated classes, literature and Bible study. She had tried out for chorus but hadn’t made the grade. Which was typical. Julie was smart but not a top student, not like some of the others, certainly not like Jerry.
Julie got off the bus and looked to see if her friend Amy was around. She wanted to see Amy first before doing anything.
She saw the ho leave the bus, silent at last, a group of three boys after her, straightening their pants, making sure their shirttails were tucked in. The ho carried her book bag to the row and dropped it and waited.
Every day hos and teases lined up along the sidewalk, unless it was raining, then they used the gym. The hos were naked and easy to identify. There was little chance a good girl would ever, accidentally, never on purpose, converse with a ho. It just wasn’t possible.
Teases were usually just as easy to identify. Handjobbers had their top bare except for a bra. Blowjobbers wore no bra and those who thought they were something special, did without a skirt or jeans. The really stuck up ones wore thongs which is why they were called teases. Of course, they were still virgins in the sight of man, though perhaps not in the sight of the Lord.
There they were, hos and teases and their swarm of boys making use of them rather than sullying themselves with self-pollution. Of course the hos were going straight to hell and of course no boy in his right mind would marry a ho after they’d graduated. There were more girls than boys in the school, that was an accepted demographic. Maybe ten hos, though she’d never counted, and forty or fifty teases.
There were boys who never resorted to teases or hos, Jerry was one. Most didn’t, at least not frequently, otherwise the row would be swamped, which it wasn’t.
Amy said, “Hi.”
“There you are.” Julie’s hand touched Amy’s arm.
“You look tired. Did you?”
“I thought about it all night. All night, and I’m going to.”
Amy’s face changed, was cruel for a moment, then that was gone and the Amy she knew was back. “Do you have to? I mean, today?”
“I have to. Do you think we can, maybe?”
“Probably not.” Amy stepped back. “I’ll see you in Bible class?”
“I’ll be there.”
“Today? Can’t it wait?”
Julie shook her head, left her friend, and didn’t look back. Her mouth was dry; she wasn’t using her nose to breathe. She chose the close end of the row, wanting to get this over as quickly as possible. Somehow. Knowing it wasn’t going to be quick enough.
Rather than give a false impression, it was simply amazing how many silly girls gave false impressions on purpose, she knelt to untie her shoes. Some girls who weren’t came awfully close to looking like teases. Julie had wondered if there were some who, secretly, while pretending to be good girls, actually were hos and teases in everything but name. She knew it was true, but wondered what it must be like for them.
Socks were set in her shoes; she rose to her bare feet in the grass, quickly pulled off her top and bra. It took longer to step out of her jeans. She felt like everybody was looking at her, couldn’t bear to return their stares. She folded her jeans, slipped off her underwear and felt extraordinarily bare. “Just a minute,” she said as someone touched her. She gathered her clothes, stuffed them carefully in her book bag. She was a ho in everything but a minor fact. She’d never wear clothes again, unless someone married her and made her good. Which wasn’t likely to happen. She knew that.
“Okay,” she said not looking up. She could hear the others next to her in the row.
She was pushed to her knees, then shoved forward onto her hands. He was doing something behind her, to her privates and she wasn’t sure she liked it.
She gasped because of the sharp pain which was mostly gone now. She opened her mouth and held out her tongue when he pressed against her, curled back her tongue when he backed away and his fullness briefly left her. Wetness dripped down her leg. He was done, another took his place and it still hurt.
She was receptacle for their seed, created for procreation and so that their seed would never touch the ground. She felt back there, touched him moving, a strangeness. The first penis she’d touched in all her life. It was slippery and velvety soft which was a surprise. In her it felt hard, like a stick or metal rod.
She was being fucked and it wasn’t much fun. She had her purpose, she was sure it was God’s plan that she be a ho, be available for any boy’s, or man’s, use. She hoped that Jerry would see her, notice her and perhaps one day use her. But she didn’t expect that. She was on her hands and knees because of Eve’s sin. Her life was now dedicated as an expiation of that sin rather than wallowing in it.
The bell rang but the fucking went on.
She was going to be late for class.
Chapter Two
Mrs. Lambert gave her a stare as Julie walked into class late and sat at her desk after dropping the book bag to the floor. Julie saw that a pink ribbon was tied to the back of her desk. That was so the next person who had to use the desk could make an ostentatious display of wiping the seat first. Hos were dirty, slimy in fact.
Julie had laughed with everyone else but all of a sudden the joke wasn’t funny. Not that it wasn’t based on some sort of truth. She was filthy, but it wasn’t her fault. She’d tried to use the girls’ room so she could clean up but the smokers threw her out. They told her to use the boys’. She didn’t and she looked it.
“Are you settled?” Mrs. Lambert gave a long pause. “Miss Lester.”
“Sorry, ma’am.” Julie had her book and papers ready. Julie could hear whispers and giggles behind her.
“Anything to draw attention to your state. We are not impressed, are we, class?”
The class’ reaction ranged from cheers and hoots to solemn nos. Most of the girls in the class refused to look at her. For good reason.
Julie had sometimes dreamed she was naked in school -- shame-filled and awkward dreams. At the moment she was ashamed, a bit chilled by the air conditioner but the real experience was more intense. She felt the surface of the wood seat rather than just its hardness. She was blushing up a storm, but found she could, if she wanted to, look at people. Straight in the face. There wasn’t much they could do to her, or so she thought.
Mrs. Lambert taught geometry and was writing a theorem on the board. Julie heard whispers behind her, felt a note touch her bare arm. She took it not looking back. The note said: “Hey cunt, someone really ruined your ass, didn’t they? Suck my dick.”
No one had touched her ass. She looked over her shoulder. The class cutups, Alexander, Lance and BJ grinned at her from the back of the room. Lance touched his forefinger and thumb together making a circle which he pierced with the forefinger of his other hand. Julie shook her head and turned back to the front of the class.
“I’m glad we have your undivided attention, Miss Lester.” Mrs. Lambert pointed to a good girl. “Traci, why don’t you finish the theorem for us.” Traci received a smile when she stood at the front of the class.
Miss Lambert used to like her and it wasn’t fair. Julie wrote the theorem in her notebook and ignored the pieces of paper being thrown at her. She wasn’t sorry she’d become a ho even though, so far, it had been no fun at all. She scratched her bare leg and looked down. The smear of blood and yucky stuff was starting to flake off in spots, was still wet in others. No fun at all. Her pubic region was pretty much totally exposed since her red hair was fine and sparse. She covered herself with her left hand and looked up. Mrs. Lambert was staring at her with a weird glint in her eyes. Mrs. Lambert turned abruptly to Traci and gave a big smile. “Almost perfect.” She fixed the errors and turned to the class. “I want each of you to prove the theorem. In ten minutes we’ll examine the best and worst,” said to Julie, “efforts.”
“Mrs. Lambert,” Alexander said. “Could I have a hall pass?”
“No.”
“But I really need to. Really, really need to, awfully bad. Please.”
“Oh stop being pitiful.” Mrs. Lambert leaned against her desk clicking the chalk in her hand on the metal top. “Why don’t you and your two partners in crime, leave us in peace. Go.” She clicked the chalk on the desktop. “If your proofs aren’t finished when we’re ready, that’ll be that. An F for the day.”
Alexander gave her arm at tug. “What?” Julie said looking up at him.
“You know what, Miss Lester,” Alexander said. He tugged her arm and she rose out of her seat. He pushed her ahead of him and she looked back as she left the room. Lance, Alexander and BJ followed and their faces were closest. What she noticed was the faces of the others in the room. Grins, leers from some of the boys, heard a few snatches: “Did you smell that?” “Some people.” “Kiss, kiss, kiss.”
The hall was darker after the well lit room. It was almost quiet. At the far end she could hear shrieks and see a crowd by a door.
“You taking biology next year, whore?” Alexander asked. “Down on the floor.”
She sat.
“Aww come on. You can’t be that stupid.”
“Hands and knees,” Lance said as he unzipped his pants.
“Mr. Trakis really puts his ho through it in biology. He wants her pregnant by the end of first term.” Alexander stood in front of her. “You know what to do.”
She winced when a cock entered her cunt. “Your titties aren’t good for much,” Lance said. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
BJ, at least that’s who she thought it was, pulled on her nipples. He said, “Yeah, Mr. Trakis doesn’t care what’ll do it, dog, horse, billy goat or good ole people cum.”
Alexander pinched her nose and pulled up. “Are you stupid or what?” He slapped her. “Suck me off.”
“I’m done,” Lance said.
“I’m next.” BJ let go of her nipple.
Lance went back in the classroom.
Alexander’s cock pressed against her face. “Suck it. Shit. Hurry up. I don’t want an F.”
“Owww,” she said. BJ’s thrusts almost knocked her off her knees. “Oh.”
“She is tight, Alex. You should feel this.” He thrust rapidly.
Julie moaned, couldn’t crawl away from them.
“Suck it, bitch.”
She opened her mouth and tasted Alexander’s penis. She wanted to turn away. BJ’s thrusts slowed.
“That’s right,” Alexander said. “We’re having a party tonight and you’re coming.”
“Coming,” BJ laughed and almost knocked her over.
“Don’t bite me, bitch.”
She felt BJ leave her, was able to back from Alexander. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what? Shit. I’m going to get an F because of you.”
“I can’t go tonight.” His cock pressed against her eye. She pushed it away.
“Fuck you, bitch. Open up.”
She opened her mouth, tried to pull away as he invaded her; he held her head. “You’d better be there. That’s right. Choke on it.”
“Alexander, if she says no, she means no.” The principal’s voice came from right beside them.
Alexander didn’t let go of Julie’s head but did back away enough for her to breathe. She wanted to barf.
“Julie, when you’re finished I want to see you in my office.”
She tried to nod, couldn’t. She gagged as Alexander fucked her face.
“Tell your father I enjoyed the sermon last Sunday. Most thoughtful.”
“Yes.” Alexander thrust, held her head, pulled back. “Sir.”
“Send her along when you’re done. Remember what I said. You shouldn’t try to force her.”
Julie’s choking continued long after the principal had left them, Alexander had finished, leaving her crumpled on the floor. Her face was wet with her tears and his stuff and she was sore down there.
She’d known being a ho wouldn’t be all fun, but hadn’t imagined how unfun it could be. Sin was supposed to be pleasurable. This was worse than being a good girl. The ho’s shrieks down the hall had reached a crescendo and became unearthly moans.
Julie wiped her face, didn’t have anywhere to wipe her hand so used her chest. She sat up, leaned against the cool cinderblock wall for a moment, slowly stood. The moans stopped and after a minute people left the door. She could hear a man’s loud voice.
She walked down the hall, heard distinct words as she got closer. She paused to look in the room and saw a ho’s nude body twitching on a lab table. Mr. Trakis was lecturing on stimulus and response as he coiled the thin electric cable that lay near the ho. He touched the ho and she jumped, gave a moan. “Almost ready,” Mr. Trakis said. “Do I have a volunteer?”
All the boys raised their hands.
Mr. Trakis looked to the clock. “There’s time for those with last names starting from A to M to participate in this experiment today.”
There were groans from some of the boys as others jostled for position in the queue. The good girls watched raptly, few bothered to take notes.
Julie made the turn and took the north hallway which was the administration wing. The main office was brightly lit, a phone rang briefly and somewhere a computer keyboard was being used in quick bursts.
Julie found her hand naturally falling into position to protect her privates. “Mr. Strong wanted to see me.”
The secretary looked at her sternly and pointed with her pencil.
Julie felt really naked under the secretary’s judgmental gaze.
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Chapters 1 and 2 | Chapters 3 and 4 | Chapters 5 and 6
Chapters 7 and 8 | Chapters 9 and 10 | Chapters 11 and 12
Chapters 13 and 14 | Chapters 15 and 16 | Chapters 17 and 18
Chapters 19 and 20 | Chapters 21 and 22 | Chapters 23 and 24
Chapters 25 and 26