Storiesonline.net ------- Olivia by Gurl Luver Copyright© 2010 by Gurl Luver ------- Description: Olivia is tricked by her doctor into taking hormone treatments which have dramatic effects on her burgeoning sexuality. Her escapades quickly spiral out of control. Codes: Mult rape coer dru het fant gang group 1st anal mastrb toys exhib voy ------- ------- Chapter 1 "I'm next," she heard through her hormone and marijuana fogged brain. Olivia Hastings smoothly guided her slick pussy up and down the hard shaft lodged between her legs, savoring every inch as her practiced movements brought her the pleasure she desired. Everyone wanted her, she knew it and she loved it, it was her power, her drug, she was a slave to it, but she didn't care. Her strong dancer's legs effortlessly guiding her up and down on the cock she now rode. "Hmmmm, that feels so good," she moaned. Rough hands fondled her growing tits, she loved that too. "Pinch my nipples," she said. "Roll them between your fingers, yeah like that, ohhh, you're going to make me cum," she hissed. "That's it, nearly there," she thought as she began grinding her pussy back and forth onto the pelvic bone beneath hers, mashing her clitty against the dark curly pubes opposite her sparse blonde fuzz, bringing herself even closer to climax. "Ohh fuck yeah, I'm cumming," she heard from beneath her and instantly she felt the familiar pulsation in her pussy as the cock she rode spent its seed deep within her confines. That was what she was waiting for, the sensation of a cock spewing into her pussy and she let loose another amazing cum. "How many times had she cum already tonight?" she had lost track, but she knew she was ready for the next one. She was hoping the next guy could hold on a little longer so she could get another cum in before he shot his seed into her, but none of the guys lasted very long with her, she was the perfect package and she knew it, beautiful looks, smoking body and an insatiable lust. She moved over on the couch and onto the lap of the next guy in line and guided her sodden pussy down onto his waiting cock. "God I love to fuck," she thought to herself as someone put the joint back up to her lips once more. It's hard to believe that in just a few short weeks, young innocent Olivia Hastings had transformed from a virgin into such a wanton slut. Olivia Hastings was a typical sixth grader, well typical if you consider a blond-haired, blue-eyed knock out, of model quality, typical. For a twelve year old, Olivia had developed very well; standing five foot four and weighing in at 102 pounds, she had a slight flair to her hips and filled a B cup nicely. She had an athletic build with phenomenal legs, thanks to years of dancing instruction. She was an only child and lived with her mother, her father splitting shortly after Olivia was born. They lived in a three bedroom bungalow in a nice neighborhood, her mother working long hours to ensure they had a comfortable life for themselves. Olivia loved lounging by the poolside in her own backyard or going to the beach with her best friend Stacy. She always wore conservative swim suits, just enough to get the right sun tan, but not showing enough to be labeled as a slut. It didn't much matter what she wore, with looks and a body like she had, even at twelve, she was starting to attract the attention of males of all ages. There was no doubt about it, she was quickly developing into a real head turner, and to most guys, beginning to become the focus of their lust also. Her friend Stacy was more what you would call cute, and lacking the obvious curves of her best friend, she sought equal attention through her skimpy clothing and flirty behavior. As all adolescent girls will do, Olivia had begun exploring her sexuality and had recently discovered masturbation and was becoming a true champion of the cause, bringing herself to pleasure three to four times a day, and so our story begins. "Olivia, quit squirming in your seat, and eat your breakfast," her mother said. She couldn't help it, she had brought herself off twice last night in bed and once again this morning and her poor little nub looked raw, and it made her crotch tender and itchy. She excused herself from the table and went to the bathroom. Lifting her nightgown and pulling down her pink cotton panties, she was shocked to see how red and puffy her clitoris and pussy lips were. "Damn, I really gave my little clitty a work out," she thought to herself. Returning to the table to finish her breakfast, her mother couldn't help but notice the squirming resume. "Is something wrong honey?" her mother asked. I have a bit of a rash "down there" she replied. "Well your timing is perfect, you have a doctor's appointment with Dr. Sanders today, maybe he can prescribe something for you to take the rash away," her mother responded. "Now go and get dressed, you'll be late if you don't," her mother commanded. Olivia stripped her nightgown off and tossed it onto the floor admiring her newly blossomed bosom in the mirror. "A year ago, all I had were puffy nipples, now I have actual boobs!" she thought. Taking after her ample bosomed mother, her breasts had grown quickly and she was filling a B cup. There was no doubt about it, she had the biggest boobs in her middle school. Her quarter sized puffy pink areola pointed upwards defying gravity, her breasts perfectly shaped, firm and pert like only newly sprouted tits can be. She gave each one her customary morning "squeeze test" admiring the firmness of the flesh and the sensitivity of her nipples. They were always sensitive, but now that she had actual boobs, she loved playing with them like they were a new toy, which they were. Her nipple manipulations causing her pussy to start to tingle, "I wonder if I have time to cum again?" she wondered. She had just started the familiar stroking motion of her reddened clit when she heard a knocking against her locked door, "hurry up honey, you're going to be late." "What a pain," she thought. Olivia felt upset at having her moment interrupted and hustled to finish getting dressed. "I guess I'll just have to wait until later," she thought as she threw on her jeans and t-shirt over her plain white granny panties and conservative bra. She threw her hair in a pony tail and scurried down the hall. "Let's get going, I can give you a ride if you don't want to walk," her mom said. "Coming," she replied and hurried for the door. "Morning Ms. Hastings," shouted her neighbor's 18 year old kid, Steve. "Hi, Steve, good morning," she replied. "Say hi to your dad for me, I hardly ever see him anymore since we work opposite shifts, and call me Lauren, the mizz part makes me feel old," she replied. "What a beautiful rack," he thought, "I'd sure love to get my hands on those baby feeders." "Hey, I can give Olivia a ride to school if you want, it's on my way," Steve offered. "Really, that would so sweet of you, thank you Steven," she replied. "It'll save me a trip," she returned. "Have a nice day at school honey," her mother said as Olivia headed over towards Steve's old car. "Hey punk, what's up?" Steve asked. "Hi Steve," Olivia replied. "Climb in," he offered. She slid her jean covered ass onto the vinyl passenger seat of Steve's beat up 72 Pontiac Firebird. "She may only be twelve, but that is one killer ass," he thought. "And the rack is starting to really grow too, she'll be sporting a rack like her mother's in no time." "I bet she's got a sweet little set of titties herself," he thought. Steve put the car into gear and they took off heading for Olivia's middle school. Olivia's morning passed slowly, she was looking forward to the end of school and the beginning of her summer break. Her friend Stacy was yammering on about some boy she thought was cute, Olivia was thinking about the orgasm she had been working on before her mother interrupted her. She squeezed her thighs together hoping it would generate some small amount of stimulation, she squirmed in her seat trying to press her clit up against the bottom of her seat. All she managed to do was increase her frustration and need to cum. "Why am I so obsessed with cumming lately?" she thought to herself. "Sure it feels great, really great actually, but at the rate I'm going, I'm going to rub the thing right off!" she thought. She sat through school frustrated by her own sexual needs, thinking about her red little clitty, wanting a release so bad but knowing she should just leave it alone and let it heal. "Yeah right, it feels too good to do that. Maybe I'll just try to rub it differently, maybe easier, more gently," she thought to herself. "There's got to be a way to do it." All this thought about masturbation and rubbing her clit began to have its effects on Olivia and she felt a dampness growing between her legs. "Maybe I can bring myself off at lunch if I'm really quiet," she thought. "No, I can't do that at school, someone might catch me." She was horrified at the thought that someone might find out, "what if my friends found out I masturbated, at school? Oh my god, they'd think I was such a slut." That thought scared her more than anything. She was deathly afraid of being thought of like that, she was Olivia Hastings, a good girl, not some trashy slut. Still, the thought about that precious release stayed on her mind all morning. At lunch Olivia kept thinking about her clitty, "maybe I'll just touch it a little, see if it's still tender." She made her way to the bathroom and was relieved to find it empty. She closed the stall door and dropped her jeans and white cotton briefs to the floor. She gazed down at her still developing kitty with its fine tufts of blonde hair and her thin pussy lips tucked neatly under her labia majora. It doesn't look too red, maybe it's all healed she thought as she ran her finger tip over the little nub. "Hmmm, it's a little tender, but I think it's mostly better she thought as she rubbed her clitty a little more. "That feels so nice," she thought as she continued stroking her nub. Lost in her pleasure she let herself go and succumbed to her second orgasm of the day. "Ahhh," she moaned as the pleasure swept through her. "Olivia, are you okay in there?" her friend Stacy asked. "Oh shit," she thought. "Uhh, ya, be right out," she replied. "Damn it, what if Stacey heard me? If she knows I just jerked off in school, I'll be mortified!" thought Olivia. "Is everything alright, you sounded like you were sick or something?" Stacy inquired. "I think it's just cramps, maybe I'm finally going to get my period," Olivia responded. "Could you gross me out some more before I eat my lunch?" Stacy laughed as they walked to their next period class. Olivia with her release finally achieved, felt at ease and could focus again on being a pre-teen girl with all the usual pre-teen concerns. Olivia's mother showed up at 1:30 to pick her up for her appointment. "I have to run a few errands honey, so I'm just going to drop you off and pick you up in an hour, ok?" "Sure mom." "I already told Dr. Sanders about your rash and he said not to worry, he'd take good care of you, and don't worry, his nurse will be with you at all times, so don't worry about him seeing your private area," her mother replied. "Oh crap, as if this isn't embarrassing enough," she thought. "Damn, why did I jerk off at school? It's probably all red again, that was sooo stupid, I'm never doing that again," she said to herself. Olivia walked into Dr. Sanders' office and was surprised to see his usual receptionist Janie, not at her desk. "Oh there you are Olivia," said Dr Sanders, "I was expecting you. Janie is off today and Nurse Kelly had to step out for a few minutes but she'll be back soon, come on back," he gestured as he walked her back to the examining area. "Strip down and put this paper gown on and we'll get started," he ordered. "I thought a nurse was supposed to be here at all times," she said. "Olivia, I've been your doctor your whole life, heck I delivered you into this world, you have nothing to worry about," he replied. "Ok, I guess," she replied, more than just a little concerned. Dr. Sanders gave her the standard checkup, complete with all the usual tests, blood pressure, check the eyes, ears, and of course the freezing cold stethoscope to check the lungs. Everything was in order and Olivia relaxed slightly, although "how relaxed can you really feel when the only thing separating your full blown nakedness in front of a full grown man, is this flimsy paper gown?" she asked herself. "Your mother tells me you have a bit of a rash giving you some trouble, put your feet up in these stirrups and let's have a look, ok dear?" "Oh, God, the moment of truth," she thought. "He's going to know I jerked off less than an hour ago, he's going to smell my pussy," she worried. Olivia's pussy was a sight to behold, very neat, no floppy or saggy pussy lips like most of the women he now had to fuck. "This is pure beauty, the way nature intended," he thought. Just traces of blond pubic hair above her clit hood, nothing on her mons except a velvety down, "fucking perfect," he thought. "This is why I went into medicine, to experience beauty at its finest," he thought. He could smell her fresh fragrance, it was like the finest perfume. "I'm going to taste that pussy and it'll be today, even if it kills me," he thought. Her clitoral hood looked pretty red like she'd been going hard at it for days on end. "So she likes to cum huh, maybe I can help her with that," he pondered. Dr. Kevin Sanders loved pussy, all pussy, but what he had laying on the table in front of him was perfection, "she's the one, she will be my special project," he thought. "Ah, just a little irritation, nothing some soothing cream and an anti-inflammatory won't fix up," he said. Olivia was relieved beyond words, "whew, dodged that bullet. Never jerk off before going to the doctor, ever again," she scolded herself. Dr. Sanders left the room and returned a short time later with a jar of cream. "Here dear let me show you what to do with this," the doctor said. With no warning he slathered a scoop of the cream directly onto her pussy and began to rub it in. Olivia jerked at the touch couldn't get her feet out of the stirrups quick enough to react and close her legs. "Oh my God, what is he doing, he's rubbing cream on my private parts!" She was in shock and didn't know what to do. "Do I scream, no nobody's here, do I try and get out of these damn stirrups and run out of here in a panic? Wait he's my doctor, he wouldn't violate me, he's just doing his job, I guess?" she wondered, her brain already trying to feign denial that she was actually being molested by this man. The moment of panic gradually resided and she told herself that he wasn't touching her inappropriately, he was just rubbing cream on her. "Perfectly normal for a doctor to do for a patient," she told herself. The cream instantly soothed her reddened clitoris and she relaxed and let him apply the cream. She started feeling a warmth building around her sensitive bud. "Olivia, do you masturbate dear," inquired the doctor? "Huh, what did you say?" she asked. "Do you masturbate?" he replied. "Well, I don't know," she responded. "Well, your clitoral region is very inflamed, likely from intense stimulation, I assume self-induced," he continued. All the while he continued rubbing the cream around her little nub, the little thing beginning to swell and stand up for attention. "Oh my God, if he keeps that up, he's going to make me cum," she thought. "This cream will help the healing process. You should use it every time you masturbate, both before and after, no sense hurting yourself when you want to have a little fun huh? You do want to have a little fun don't you dear?" he asked. "Huh, what," she mumbled. What was happening to her? She was becoming very aroused, her pussy was being rubbed, and for the first time it was someone else administering stimulation to her clitty, and it felt good. It was wrong, she should stop it, but she couldn't stop herself. "Oh no, here it comes," she thought, "I have to stop him, I can't orgasm in front of my doctor!" At that moment the doctor shoved his index finger into her unsuspecting pussy bringing her over the edge. "Oh, ohhh, unnngg," she groaned as her orgasm swept over her. Her whole body convulsed around the doctors finger in her pussy, and just as quickly, he withdrew the digit. "What happened she thought?" "Did he just stick his finger in my kitty?" she wondered as her orgasm finished washing through her, trying her best to regain her composure. "I'm so sorry doctor, I didn't mean for that to happen," she panted. "No worries my dear, perfectly normal thing," he said, as if bringing off twelve year old girls in his doctors office was a normal daily thing. And for Dr. Kevin Sanders, it would be every time, if he had his way. He turned and walked out of the room and raised his glazed finger to his nose inhaling the fresh scent of pussy. He licked his finger, tasting her sweet charms fresh from the source. "This girl is a special one," he thought to himself. "I'm glad I had the balls to go through with this plan, there's no telling what benefits I might reap if everything works out the way I'd like," he thought to himself. Poking his head back in the door, Dr. Sanders said, "get dressed my dear, I'll have your prescription waiting for you by the time you're done changing." Dr. Kevin was a doctor that loved his job, particularly because it gave him access to every medication available to someone as devious as he was. He had a custom prepared jar of cream intended for this special purpose, modified to increase the soothing properties and at the same time increase the sensitivity of the treated tissues. To that, he added a prescription for hormone therapy pills to get her hormones jacked through the roof, and a simple prescription for birth control. "No need to knock her up anytime soon, we can always change that later if needed," he chuckled to himself. He knew that the hormone therapy would kick her whole system into overdrive, besides making her a raging bitch in heat, it would help accelerate some of her natural development; meaning the breast fairy would be coming really, really soon. "Pretty effective little cocktail if I do say so myself," Kevin snickered. "I have Olivia's prescription prepared for her Mrs. Hastings, no need to go to the drug store, we had everything right here already," Dr. Sanders said. "There's a cream to take care of the rash, an anti-inflammatory and a vitamin supplement, a young lady like Olivia needs all the nutrition she can get," the doctor added. "You take such wonderful care of us Dr. Sanders, you're the best," Olivia's mother replied. "It was my pleasure, my pleasure indeed," he replied with a grin. "We should have her back in two weeks to make sure everything is healed up nicely," he said. "Bless you Doctor," she replied. Olivia was still in shock, she had just orgasmed all over her doctor's hand. "He could probably smell my pussy!" she thought in horror. "Oh my God, I'll never be able to face him again, how do I explain to my mother why I can't go back there ever again, I'd die of embarrassment!" Her mind was going a million miles an hour, "How can I ever masturbate again, all I'll be thinking about is Dr. Sanders, eww gross, he's so, so old!" she thought. Olivia remained quiet the rest of the drive home pondering what to think of the day's events. "Don't forget to take your medicine dear," her mother yelled down the hall. "The vitamin only once a day and the anti-inflammatory twice a day, so take that one in the morning and before bedtime, and don't forget to put the cream on," she added. "I have to go to work now, dinner is in the oven, see you in the morning," she shouted as she left for work. Olivia had spent the rest of the night in her room thinking about the day's events, I masturbated at school and almost got caught, I orgasmed on my doctors hand, what's wrong with me?" she questioned. "All for just a little pleasure, it's not like I need to do it, I mean, it's not the end of the world if I quit," she thought. "That's it, I'm never masturbating again," she decided. She took her pill and went to bed, forgetting to put the cream on. After a day like she'd had, no wonder she fell instantly asleep. Olivia woke the next morning feeling great. Her kitty looked like it was almost back to normal, "cool, I can start jerking off again," she thought. She looked in the mirror and did her "squeeze test" admiring her perky breasts like she did every morning, except this morning they felt a little bit different. They were a little more sensitive than normal and felt swollen and tender. "That's odd," she thought. "Maybe they're going through a growth spurt or something, or maybe I'm finally getting my period?" she wondered. "Maybe it was just a really refreshing sleep?" she thought. She headed to the kitchen for breakfast with a newfound spring in her step. "Honey, hurry up, you're going to be late for school, and don't forget your medicine," her mother called out. Olivia popped her pills and decided she ought to put on some of the cream considering she forgot last night. She scooped out two fingers worth of the cool cream from the jar and rubbed it onto her slit, tensing as the coolness sent chills down her spine. "Eeek!" she yelped. "That's cold," she thought, "gotta remember to warm it first." As she worked the cream in, she felt the same warming sensation she experienced yesterday at the doctor's office. The warmth felt delicious on her sensitive skin, comforting the soft tissues like a gentle caress. That's when she felt the tingling start. "Oh no, no more masturbating for me, not after yesterday," she thought, and removed her fingers. The warming sensation and the tingling worked their magic and she felt her fingers return back to her slit. "Maybe just a little more, but I'm not going all the way," she told herself. "Yeah right, as if I can stop, this feels too good." Within minutes her manipulations had her panting and moaning as her orgasm shuddered through her. "Ok, so much for my plan," she thought. Olivia was distracted at school, she kept thinking about how good her orgasm had felt that morning, more powerful than usual. "I guess I'm just getting better at it," she thought. She wanted to skip class and go to the bathroom and have another. "I can wait till lunch," she thought. "What's wrong with me, I guess I can wait until lunch to orgasm again, who thinks that way?" she questioned. "How was your doctor's appointment yesterday," her friend Stacy asked? "Uh, weird." "What do you mean by weird?" "You know, having to wear that paper gown, having to be practically naked, you know, weird," Olivia said. "Yeah, that always freaks me out, I mean, what if my doctor actually saw me naked," Stacy answered. "Naked? Mine jammed a finger into my pussy and brought me off," she thought to herself. "Yeah, that would be weird," Olivia replied laughing at the hilarity of it in her head. Only today it didn't seem quite as weird as it did yesterday. "Maybe I'm just over it," she thought. The lunch bell rang and Olivia practically bolted for the bathroom. "Just a quick one and then I can get back to concentrating on school," she thought. Her drumming fingers worked their magic on her rapidly swelling nub. She was getting close, so close. With her free hand she traced up and down her smooth hairless slit, feeling the wetness begin to seep from her tight lips. "Hmm, that's pretty wet," she thought. Never really having played with her vaginal opening before, she suddenly had an urge to stick a finger in her love tube. Her middle finger sunk in to the second knuckle before being stopped by her own flesh. "Ohhh my, that feels good," she moaned. Working her finger in and out she, she picked up the pace on her clit and was rewarded by a sudden release that seemed to radiate out from her clitoris sending out waves of pleasure throughout her whole body. "I can't believe I jerked off at school again," she thought, feeling guilty about her actions. "Oh, well, when you need it, you need it, and I needed it." Expecting her orgasm to sate her growing urges, Olivia found herself thinking about her pussy and her self-pleasure, for the rest of the school day. "When will the day end, I need to get home soon or I'm gonna burst," she thought. She could feel the moisture from her slit leaking into her cotton panties. "Hey Liv, you wanna come over to my house after school," Stacy asked? "I can't, my mom has chores for me right after school, maybe later?" "Aw, but it's the second last day of school before summer break, you have all of next week to get caught up with that stuff," Stacy whined. "Sorry Stace, I have an appointment with my kitty after school," she thought to herself. "I'll try to get her at work and ask her, I'll text you if she says yes," Olivia replied, as she grabbed her school bag and headed for home. Olivia walked in the door and flopped down on the couch. "Mom's at work until 11 and I have the house all to myself, just me and my pussy," did I really just say that? Olivia thought she would grab a snack before assaulting her pussy; on the kitchen table read a note: "Don't forget to take your medicine, Love Mom." "Might was well take it now before I forget," she thought and downed the big white pill in one swallow. Olivia stripped along the way to her bedroom and ended up in front of her dresser mirror, buck naked. She did her "squeeze test" again on her boobs and pinched her nipples. "Yep, they're definitely bigger," she thought to herself. "And more sensitive than they used to be, I like it," she thought. Her nipples were certainly more sensitive and she pinched and rolled them with her finger tips. "Oohh, that's new," she thought as she felt a sensation emanating from her nipples that she had never felt before. "Must be part of puberty," she thought. Continuing to play with her nipples, Olivia was bringing herself close to an orgasm from just her titty play. "Oh my God, I've never had a boob-gasm before," she thought as waves of pleasure radiated out from all areas of her body. It was little, but it was still an orgasm, she concluded. She grabbed the jar of cream on her way to her bed and flopped down. That ought to be enough," she thought as she dipped two thick fingers worth of cream onto her downy pussy. She spread the cream over her vulva, working it into her delicate folds, the sensations building as the warming began. "That feels so amazing," she thought as she gently pulled back her clit hood exposing her little nub. Her fingers drummed over clitty as she felt the sensations building. The nub started to swell from her attention. Sparks started to fly and a warmth spread throughout her whole body. Her head was swimming with the sensation. She was quickly moving towards a gusher of an orgasm. "Ahhh, uggghhh," she grunted through a big one. "Wow, that was huge," she thought, and the night is still young! Four orgasms later and Olivia was just starting to feel satiated when she heard the front door open meaning her mom was home from work. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:30, her usual time. Olivia jumped under the covers still naked and pretended to be asleep. Her mother walked into her daughter's bedroom and kissed her forehead and closed her door and went to bed herself. "Whew, that was close," she thought as she felt sleep coming on. Olivia awoke from her sleep and realized she had been having a sexual dream. The crotch from her granny panties were soaked with her excretions. "What's gotten into me," she wondered? "All I can think of is having one orgasm after another," she thought. Spying the medicinal cream on her nightstand, she scooped up a thick dollop and rubbed it onto her slit and began rubbing it in. "After as many orgasms as I had last night you'd think I'd had enough," she thought. The cream had its anticipated effect causing her clit to fire off fresh sparks straight to her brain, this isn't going to take long," she thought as her first orgasm of the day overtook her. Throwing her bathrobe over her naked body, she met her mother in the kitchen, "morning mom," she said. "Hi honey, I hope I didn't wake you up when I got home last night," she said. Olivia grabbed her pills and washed them down with a glass of orange juice. "Is the medicine helping?" she asked. "Sure seems to be," she said with a smirk. "What do you mean honey?" "Nothing, no it's working fine, the rash is gone already and I feel awesome this morning." "Really, maybe I should ask Dr. Sanders for some of the vitamins, maybe I'll wake up as chipper as you!" she stated. "I'll drive you to school when you're ready, ok Liv," she said. Olivia returned to her room and started getting dressed. She put on her favorite bra and found she had trouble stuffing her boobs into it, the swollen tissue spilling over the tops. "Hmm, I'll have to ask mom to get me some new bra's, this one barely fits anymore," Olivia thought to herself. She threw on a pair of jeans and a nice blouse and headed for the door. Olivia squirmed in her seat, she couldn't focus on school, she kept thinking about how good her morning orgasm was and how badly she wanted another one. "You didn't text me last night," her friend Stacy said. "I'm sorry, I got caught up cleaning up around the house like my mom asked and I laid down on the couch, put the television on and fell asleep," she answered. "Anyway, there's only two more days of school and I'm so excited for it to be over so we can hang out at your pool everyday" Stacy said. "It's gonna be a fun summer, I just know it," Olivia replied. Stacy stared at her friend and paused looking her over, "you look different, but I can't figure out what it is," Stacy said. "My boobs are growing more, I could barely get into this bra this morning," she replied. "Great, I don't have any yet and yours are getting even bigger. Can I have some of yours, I barely need a training bra," she joked. "My doctor put me on some medication, maybe that has something to do with it," Olivia stated. "Well, whatever it is, I want some, it's not fair, you have great tits and a great ass, and I have nothing," Stacy responded. Startled by her friend's frankness, an embarrassed Olivia replied, "but you're so cute, and everybody loves you." "I'd give anything to be built like you," she replied. "Well I'll ask him if the medication has anything to do with it my bigger boobs. I have to go back to the doctor in two weeks, I can ask him if there is anything he can do to help you out," Olivia offered. All the talk about her boobs and then bringing up her doctor's visit and remembering the orgasm Dr. Sanders gave her, had her hormones in overdrive. She wanted to run to the bathroom and rip her jeans off and masturbate, but it was only first period. This was going to be hell if she couldn't get herself off soon. Olivia headed to the bathroom between periods and knew she would only have a few minutes if she wanted to make it to her next class on time. She dropped her jeans and panties and went to work on her clit. "Oh this would be so much easier with the cream, I don't know what's in it, but I know what it does," she thought. Olivia came bursting through the door to her next class just as the bell went off. "Just in time Ms. Hastings, another few seconds and I would have had to write you up for a late," said her science teacher, Mr. Fraser. "Yes sir, it won't happen again," Olivia replied as she hurried to her seat. Ted Fraser's eyes lingered on her rear end as she made her way to her seat. "Yeah, that might be worth going to jail over," he thought. Olivia found her seat and plopped herself down, she hoped her sopping wet pussy didn't soak through and leave a wet spot on her jeans. Her needs satiated for the moment, she hoped she could focus again on school. Her reprieve would be only temporary, by lunch period she was desperate for yet another orgasm. By the end of school, Olivia had escaped to the bathroom three more times to pleasure herself and her thoughts were focused on getting home and spending some quality time with her cream, her hands and her pussy. Olivia had only made it about a quarter mile from the school when she heard a car horn honk. "Hey Liv, you want a ride home?" yelled her neighbor, Steve. "Sure," she said as she climbed into the passenger seat. She was so preoccupied with her pussy and her need for a climax that she barely heard Steve ask her what she was up to? "Oh, no plans tonight, maybe watch a movie if anything good is on," she answered. "I got some good DVD's you might like, I'll drop them over later before I head over to my buddy's house," Steve commented. Distracted by her urge to cum, she tuned Steve out and put her hands in her lap. She discretely massaged her hand into her crotch and applied pressure to the top of her slit. Steve glanced over and caught Olivia pushing her hands down onto her crotch. "Must have an itch or something," he thought. As he drove on, he could have sworn he saw her repeat the same move again. "Is she rubbing her pussy in my car? Maybe she's growing up a little faster than I gave her credit for," he thought. "Hey kid, we're here," Steve said. "Thanks for the ride," she replied and headed for her house. Steve admired her ass and the athletic way her body moved as she walked up the steps to her door. "Definitely fuckable jailbait," he thought. With her mother at work, she had an empty house and all night to spend masturbating. She walked into the kitchen and took her pill and then headed to her room and stripped off her clothes. She looked at her growing boobs in the mirror and they looked noticeably larger. She picked up the cream and headed over to her bed. "Time to do it the right way," she said. Olivia piled up her pillows on her bed to give her a comfortable venue to really frig herself right. With a large scoop of cream, she rubbed it thoroughly onto her clitoral area and into her tiny little slit. The effect was immediate as it lubricated her ministrations and spiked her arousal immediately. Four orgasms at school and now she needed a few more. "Why am I so damn horny?" she wondered. "Must be part of puberty, just like the bigger boobs," she thought. "That puberty does some strange things." Her attention back to her crotch, she repeatedly rubbed her clit until the nub swelled up and stood proud from the surrounding hood. Her other hand penetrating knuckle deep into her love tube, her middle finger dipping in and out of the tight channel. It was so tight that she was pretty sure that one finger was all that was going to fit in there. She was lost in her building pleasure, her moans and groans building in volume filling the empty room. Her body tensed and her back spasmed, her legs shooting straight out as she screamed, "aagghhhhhh," as the biggest orgasm of her life ripped through her. Steve knocked again expecting the young hotty to answer the door. Checking the door he found it unlocked. "I'll just drop these off and go," he thought. "Hello, Olivia, you home?" he called out. No answer, hmm, "maybe she's asleep or something?" he wondered. She shouldn't leave the door unlocked if she's going to fall asleep, some pervert could just walk in, oh wait I just did!" he laughed to himself. From the back of the house he heard something and went to check it out. There sprawled out in all her naked glory was twelve year old Olivia Hastings, one hand with a finger knuckle deep in her pussy, the other hand rubbing furiously on her clit, moaning towards an impending orgasm. Startled by what he found before him, it took him a second to realize he had a golden opportunity before him and he dug for his phone. He got the video recording only seconds before she screamed out her obvious orgasm, her limbs flailing through the experience. "That was fucking awesome," Steve shouted to a startled Olivia. "Steve, what are you doing here? I mean, get OUT! Get out Now!" she shouted. "Oh, I don't think so," he said holding up his cell phone. "I got the whole thing recorded and it's the most amazing thing I ever saw. I knew you'd be smoking hot, but Damn! Look at you, nice pert titties, they're actually much bigger than I expected, a nice shaved bush and perfect tan lines," he stated. Olivia dove under her covers trying to hide her nakedness from her next door neighbor. "I said get out, how many times to I have to tell you to get out! I'll call my mother, better yet, I'll call the cops!" she threatened. "That's fine, call the cops, this video will be on youtube, motherless, and every other web site I can think of, before they even get their fat asses out of the doughnut shop. I'll post it on Craig's List and say you're a hooker and give them your address and phone number. Try explaining that to dear old mom," Steve said as he returned the threat. "Noooo, you can't do that, just delete it please, please, please?" she begged. "You can't do that, I'd be ruined, people will think I'm some kind of slut they way I just acted," she cried. "You aren't 'some kind of slut', you're 'my' kind of slut," he replied. "And you're perfect just the way you are. I especially like the shaved bush," Steve commented. Still trying to get over her shock at being busted in the middle of her most private moment, she mumbled, "I don't shave." "What was that?" "I don't shave, I just don't have much hair down there yet," she replied. "Even better, now show me," he ordered. "What, I can't do that!" she complained. "Ok, I'll leave and get this video unleashed now, bye," Steve said and started to walk away. "Wait, don't go, don't go, I'll do it!" she whimpered realizing that he held all the cards and she could do nothing to stop him if he decided to post that video. Reluctantly, she pulled back the covers and exposed her naked pussy to a man for the second time in as many days. Steve quickly snapped a few more photos of Olivia on full display. "Ok, now spread your legs so I can see your puss," Steve ordered. Feeling helpless, seeing her world on a precipice ready to crash down, Olivia followed Steve's directions as he positioned her in various poses, taking close-up shots of her cunt and her puffy nipples. "Pull your lips open, I want to see your pink," he commanded. "So that's what a hymen looks like, damn you're a virgin girl," he said. "Oh course I am, I'm only twelve," she replied. "You're so damn hot, I thought for sure somebody would have gotten to you by now," he said. "Guess that'll have to be me," Steve thought. "You think I'm hot, really?" "Girl you're da' bomb," he replied as he snapped away. "You need to leave, my mom will be home soon, she's coming home early tonight and if she comes home and finds me naked and you here, she'll kill us both," Olivia said. "Bullshit, she's never home before 11, but just in case, leave a note saying you're at your friend's house and come over to my house, it's empty, we'll have all night to play," Steve instructed. "I can't do that," she began as a protest. "Don't start with what you can't do because we both know what will happen if this video or these photos get out, so put on some clothes and let's go," he ordered. "Something sexy, none of this granny shit you left here on the floor. Olivia went through her closet, she was only twelve, she really didn't have any sexy clothes. "Here let me help, what about this skirt?" Steve asked. "It's not a skirt, it's a pool cover-up, and it's too small." "Put it on, leave the underwear, you aren't going to need it." "But,... ," was all she got out before she realized there was no point in arguing. "This shirt too," he said as he handed her a white halter top. "It's not a shirt, it's halter... ," stopping herself in mid sentence realizing he wouldn't care either way what it was. "No bra either, those perfect titties don't need it," he replied. A few minutes later and Olivia looked like a wet dream, the cover-up only reaching a few inches past her ass and the halter looking like it might burst, her luscious tits straining the white cotton material, her puffy nipples clearly outlined through the fabric. "But somebody might see me, I can't be seen like this," she complained. "It's dark out and you're only going next door, so stop your bitching, you're lucky I don't march you over there naked!" On that note she shut up and let herself be led through the back door out into the cool night, her nipples contracting in the cold air, clearly poking out the thin cotton. ------- Chapter 2 Olivia Hastings was beside herself with anguish. Her neighbor Steve had just caught her masturbating and got it on video. What was worse, he was planning on using the video, and the subsequent pictures to blackmail her into God knew what. Now she found herself dressed in nearly nothing, and being led like a lamb to the slaughter. Steve led the scared girl down into the basement where he told her to sit down on an old sectional couch. "Welcome to my humble abode," he announced. "Let's relax and get comfortable, can I get you a drink?" "I guess, can I have a coke?" "With what in it?" he asked. "Huh, I don't get it?" she replied. "You know, rum, whiskey, etc... , well what will it be?" "Rum I guess," she answered not knowing one from the next. Olivia choked on the harsh drink as Steve put some lame reality show on the TV. "Drink it down, it will make you feel more comfortable," he said. "You try and feel comfortable with your bare crotch hanging out from a too-small skirt, your boobs ready to fly out from an equally small halter all the while sitting next to your black-mailer, yeah you try and feel comfortable," she thought with a large dose of sarcasm. She sipped at her drink hoping it would get less harsh the more she got used to it. Steve refilled her glass hoping it would help her to relax. It didn't help much, he knew two strong rum and cokes should have a twelve year old half in the bag, but thought he needed some help. "Here try this," he said as he lit up a joint. "Put between to your lips and suck in the smoke, good, now hold it, hold it, there you go." Olivia coughed up the harsh acrid smoke, it was so dry and bitter. "How could anyone like that stuff," she thought. "Do it again," he ordered. Six or seven tokes later with the joint finished, Olivia was starting to feel the effects, time slowed down and she suddenly did feel relaxed. She leaned back into the couch and felt her arms and legs go slack. She felt herself drifting off. She must have been dreaming because she felt pleasure coming from her pussy. The sensation was very familiar, it was the sensation she got when she rubbed her pussy only she knew she wasn't doing it herself. She lifted her head realizing she wasn't dreaming and looked down to find Steve toying with her pussy, and it felt good, really good. "Ohhh, that feels nice," she purred. She could feel every brush of his fingers over her love bud. Her cover-up was hiked up around her waist and her halter was undone, she could clearly see the white outlines of her tits in the dim light. Instinctively she reached for her tits trying to cover them up, her modesty taking over. Only as she felt Steve working her slit, her hands went to her nipples and began to squeeze them, first gently, then roughly as the sensations in her new tingly titties grew. Steve expertly manipulated her clit, working the little nub between his finger tips. He traced up and down her slit caressing her more gently than she would have ever expected. He slowly inserted his index finger into her steamy channel, marveling at the tightness, bumping up against her hymen with every stroke. "That's not going to be around long," he thought. Steve's efforts on her nearly hairless quim had her in the final stages of sexual meltdown. She knew she was going to blow big, this was going to make her previous orgasms look small. Steve never stopped working her clit until at last she nearly launched herself from the couch as her whole body was wracked with convulsions. "Holy shit, I've never seen anyone cum like that before, this chick is something special," Steve thought to himself. Olivia could still feels the waves of pleasure rippling through her body as she came down from the enormous orgasm. Her foggy brain was trying to figure out where these gigantic orgasms were coming from, each one seemingly more powerful than the last. Her limp body spent for the time being. She didn't care that she was naked on a couch in some strange place, away from the safety of her own home. She had just discovered a new kind of heaven, and it came from her pussy. Olivia felt something smooth and soft rubbing up and down her slit, and it felt good. Her world was just a bundle of nerve endings centered around her pussy, culminating at her apex, her swollen clit. She purred at the feeling coming from her slit as the mysterious finger traced its way up and down her slit. She felt the thick digit begin to penetrate into her vaginal opening. It only made it in a short distance before it was pulled out and reinserted. She felt the intruder repeat this motion many times, each time creating a degree of pleasure she had never felt before. It bumped over and over again against an unseen barrier at the entrance to her tunnel. She started pushing back against the thick finger, trying to lodge it deeper into her slit, sensing that it belonged inside her, needing it inside her. She felt a tremendous pressure suddenly give way replaced with a fullness she had never experienced before, only knowing that it was right, and that this was what she had been needing all along. At the same instant came a short lived pain that quickly dissipated only to be replaced by a pleasure that seemed like a blessing from heaven. "Oh God yes, give me more," she moaned. Steve had never felt a pussy quite like this one before, it was very hot, very tight and she was flooding his cock with her secretions. "Damn this chick is soaking wet," he said. He began pounding into her knowing that he wouldn't last very long, not with this pussy. The pleasure between her legs seemed to last for an eternity to her alcohol and pot clouded brain. Steve pounded into her freshly deflowered pussy savoring the tightness of her love canal. Her untested pussy muscles exerting themselves for the first time, gripping him like a hot vise. It felt incredible as he felt his cum building. A few more pumps and he couldn't hold back, his surging seed bursting into her delicious tunnel as his own orgasm washed over him. Her first sexual encounter only lasted for a few short minutes, but to both parties, it was the most incredible experience they had ever had. Steve climbed up the couch and said, "Suck me hard babe, I want to fuck you again." She had been lost in the pleasure of the moment and looked up and saw Steve naked with is limp penis just inches from her nose. "What are you doing?" she managed to say. "I want to fuck you again and I need you to suck me hard, got it?" "No she didn't 'got it', what did he mean fuck you again?" She giggled because in her fog she had just realized what had happened and the thick 'thing' that had given her so much pleasure was this wilted 'thing' in front of her face, and it suddenly seemed funny. Without much consideration, he shoved his flaccid cock into her still giggling mouth. "You better not bite me bitch," he said. "Just suck on it like it's a popsicle, or something," he ordered. It seemed slimy and kind of squishy, but she sucked it because that was what she was told. Soon it seemed to grow in her mouth, and now it wasn't so squishy anymore. "Stroke your hand up and down the shaft when you give a blow job, give me some friction," he instructed. He guided her hand to his shaft and helped her stroke along his length. "Aahh, that's better," he answered as he felt his cock begin to respond. Just as quickly as the cock was in her mouth, it was gone and then she felt it sliding into her slit again. If she thought the first ride was exquisite, then she was not prepared for each of the successive rides after that. Steve fucked her five times that night and sent her home with cum dripping from her reddened slit with her ass barely covered by the wrap and her halter just held in place with her arms. Luckily the house was still empty and her only thought was to get some much needed sleep. Olivia woke the next morning and recalled the events of last night. "Oh God, Steve forced me to have sex, I'm not a virgin anymore, what should I do!" thought a distraught Olivia. "What has gotten into me? If it wasn't for my damn pussy, none of this would have happened!" she thought. She pulled back the covers and looked down at her nakedness, she had dried cum all around her tender crotch. She jumped into the shower intent on cleaning herself up and then try her best to put the events of last night behind her. As she bathed her tender crotch, her slippery soapy fingers unavoidably stimulated her sensitive parts firing up her desire to have another orgasm. Only this time she knew there was something else she could have that was equally pleasurable, a thick cock in her pussy. "But I can't do that, I can't have sex again, I'm too young, I'm still just a girl," she reasoned. She shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. As she wrapped a towel around her torso, she heard her cell phone ring and hurried to grab it. "Hey babe, that was awesome last night, you make me so horny that I just gotta fuck you again, right now" came the voice over the phone. Expecting it to be her friend Stacy, she was startled by the voice and the message she had just heard. Realizing it was Steve from next door, she yelled, "You raped me!" "You certainly seemed pretty willing after we got started, wait until you see the video," he replied. "I'm giving you a ride to school today so wear a skirt, something sexy, and get over here early and if you aren't over here soon I'll start posting the files online that I just e-mailed to you, so everyone will know about you," he threatened. Olivia sprinted to her computer and saw a new e-mail showing. She quickly clicked on it and saw a number of pictures showing her in various poses including some very revealing close-ups. There were also two videos, the first being the masturbation scene Steve shot with his phone, the second a fairly high quality video of her getting fucked and apparently loving every second of it. She was beside herself in anguish, "Oh my God, what can I do?" She was so upset, she knew it was so wrong, it went against every moral fiber she had, but her hormones were betraying her sensibility. Even after all the sex she had last night, she couldn't even wash her pussy in the shower without wanting to have another orgasm, or was it sex she wanted? "No, I can't think like that, it was wrong and I have to find a way to stop him," she decided. "He's going to make me have sex with him this morning too, he'll tear my poor pussy up, what can I do?" she wondered. Her quandary was interrupted with a knock on the door, "Honey, breakfast is ready," her mother said. Olivia dropped her towel and reached for her bathrobe, catching a glimpse of her outline in the mirror. "Holy crap, look at my boobs, they really have grown," she noticed. She grabbed a swollen breast in each hand and could feel the increased weight as she hefted her globes. She pinched her nipples and loved the new sensitivity she felt in them, her skin tingling from the touch. "These new boobs are awesome," she thought as she traced lazy circles around her areola reveling in the exquisite sensations. She threw her robe on over her naked form and headed for the kitchen. "Good morning sweetheart," she heard her mother say. "Take your medicine and don't forget about the cream," she reminded her. She popped the pills and thought about the medicine the doctor gave her. "The cream, of course! The doctor said to use it before and after I masturbate to help the healing and to lessen any pain, that might help with my tender kitty and maybe help me get through this morning with that asshole Steve!" she thought. She gulped down her breakfast and hurried to her room. She found the jar and slathered on a heavy dose of the cream onto her vagina. The tenderness immediately lessened and within a minute, the tenderness was replaced with another sensation, arousal. "Maybe a little more will help get me through this," she thought as she slathered another dollop onto her young pussy. "Yes, she could definitely feel it working on her tender tissues, this might be ok after all, I can get through this," she thought. Olivia only had one skirt that might be considered sexy, barely, a black one that she wore to her cousin's wedding the previous year. It came to just below mid-thigh and only then because she had outgrown it the previous year. She squeezed her new boobs into the biggest bra she had, which still wasn't big enough, her new cleavage spilling over the top of it. Over that she wore a simple white blouse, and prepared to leave to face her black-mailer. "You're ready awfully early today aren't you dear?" her mother questioned. "What's with the fancy outfit, special occasion that I should know about?" "Yeah, sure my black-mailer wants to fuck me in a skirt this morning on my last day of school," she thought with more than a hint of sarcasm. "There's an end of year assembly and Stacy and I are presenting some awards and we were asked to get dressed up and come in early to rehearse the presentation," she replied. "I haven't had a shower yet, but I can give you a ride like this if you don't mind me looking like train wreck?" her mother asked. "That's okay mom, Steve said he was leaving early today and offered to drop me off on his way to school," she replied. "Yeah, he'll give me a ride alright," she thought. "He's such a nice boy, thank him for me, have a nice day dear," her mother said as she headed for the shower. Steve answered the knock at the door and found his new sex toy waiting. "What are you dressed in?" he asked. "It looks you're going to a funeral or something." "You said wear a skirt, that's all I have," she replied. "Well go shopping and get something sexy, I want you dressed sexy at the bare minimum, slutty preferred," he ordered, and let her in the door. She followed Steve down the stairs returning to the scene of her deflowering from the previous night. "I was up all night thinking about you," he said as stood closely in front of her and ran his hands over her shoulders and down her slender back. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Kiss me," he said. She tried to push him away but he forced his lip upon hers and gave her a powerful kiss. Olivia had never thought of Steve in a sexual way before and the thought of kissing him kinda repulsed her. It's not that he wasn't good looking, but she was more interested in boys her own age, not a guy old enough to be considered an adult. She felt his lips working hers and her revulsion quickly subsided and she returned his kiss. Within a few minutes she was kissing him with a passion she didn't expect to have for someone who was black-mailing her for sex. She felt his tongue probe into her mouth and she sucked on it and toyed with his tongue with her own, all the while his hands roaming over her ass. She had such a supple and delicious ass, he could kneed that thing for hours. She was aroused and blamed it on the copious amounts of cream she applied to her pussy. "I shouldn't be enjoying this," she thought. Especially at the hands of someone who was forcing her to do something she didn't want to do, or did she? She pressed her groin up against his and could feel his erection through his jeans. Steve broke off the kiss and knelt on the ground in front of her, lifting her skirt up revealing her plain cotton panties. "No more granny undies, get something sexy, or don't wear any at all," he commanded. "Now let's lose these, you won't be wearing these things ever again," he said. She felt him slide them down her hips and down to the floor. Not knowing what to expect next, she felt him planting gentle kisses up her thighs and around her pussy. The sensations teasing her terribly. "Oh that feels so nice, please keep kissing me like that," she whispered, surprised that she was actually encouraging him. Steve guided her back to the couch and laid her down. He lifted the skirt again and saw close up, the sparse blond pubes that had begun to grow. "I might have to shave these off soon if they get in the way," he thought, but for the time being, they were kinda hot. She felt his tongue lap over her sensitive bud and just about went through the roof. He playfully teased her slit with his tongue bringing her close to orgasm several times before standing and removing his jeans revealing the fact that he wasn't wearing underwear and that he had a raging hard on. It was about 7 inches long and average in girth. "You stuck that thing in me, it's huge!" she exclaimed. "No wonder my crotch was so sore this morning," she said. "No talking," he said as he returned his mouth back to her pussy. "It's not that big, but if you think it's huge, who am I to argue?" he thought. This time there was no teasing, she could feel him attack her clitty and didn't let up until she had a very powerful orgasm. "Strip, and get on my cock," Steve ordered. Olivia was standing on still shaking legs as she removed her skirt dropping it to the floor and then removed the blouse and the bra, her trapped breasts springing free from the undersized bra, dropping the articles to the floor as well. "Wow, you are so perfect, look at those titties, your body is amazing," he said. "I'm going to enjoy fucking this sweet thing as often as I can," he thought as she climbed up onto the couch. Olivia was very confused, she found his compliments stirring a need from within, a desire to be wanted. Her body following suit, her hormones demanding she satiate her needs anyway possible. Not knowing what to do next, she allowed Steve to guide her onto his lap and directed the tip of his cock until it touched the opening of her pussy. "Ok, get down on it girl," he ordered. She dropped her hips and felt the tip enter her opening, it felt large and she felt impossibly stretched out. "Keep going and relax your pussy muscles, you're going to crush my cock if you keep it tensed like that," he said. She tried to comply and felt her muscles relax and the pressure wasn't so great anymore. "Keep going, get it in there," he commanded. "It was so much easier when I was stoned," she thought. "Get on it, now," he ordered. She gradually worked her way down until she had seated the whole thing in her lubricated pussy. She felt stuffed from the girth, and it felt different from last night, but it felt good at the same time. "Ok, get a rhythm going, up and down, in and out, back and forth, I don't care which, but get it moving," he said. Not having a clue how to fuck, she started rocking her hips moving his cock in and out. The feeling was intense and pleasurable, "I can get used to this," she said aloud. "Good because you're my new fuck toy and you'll do what I tell you, when I tell you," he informed the young girl as she rode his cock. "Uh, huh she nodded, uuhhh, huhhh, whatever you say," she moaned. She couldn't believe the fantastic feeling she was getting from this motion. "Try grinding on me," he said and let him guide her hips in the motion he showed her. "Oh that feels amazing," she groaned as she crushed her clit up against his pubic bone, her hungry pussy enveloping every inch of his firm cock. Her hips went on auto-pilot as she worked her way towards yet another orgasm. She grabbed her nipples so she could get herself over the edge. Steve knocked her hands away and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it with force. That was all it took as she crashed through her latest orgasm. Her pulsating pussy muscles massaged Steve's cock to eruption, sending his seed deep into her pussy. "Damn girl, I'm going to love fucking you on a regular basis," he stated. "I'd love to hang here all day and fuck you, but sooner or later your mom is going to look out the window and realize we haven't left yet and wonder what we're up to," he said. "School, oh shit, I'm going to be late," she yelled. She hastily grabbed her clothes and started to dress. "Hold on girl, I already told you to dress sexy, lose the ugly bra and the granny underwear," he ordered. "But I can't go without a bra, everyone will know I'm not wearing one, my nipples will poke through!" "But it'll be sexy, do it!" he demanded. The ride to school felt incredibly awkward for several reasons, she had no underwear on, the cool breeze through the window made her nipples hard and poke out, she had a towel pressed up against her pussy catching Steve's cum so it didn't stain her skirt, and she was freshly fucked. "Other than that, it was a normal ride to school," she sarcastically thought to herself. Steve pulled his Firebird up the front entrance of her middle school, there would be no sneaking in the back door this morning. He wanted his newly deflowered sex toy to make her grand entrance. "Come over to my place when you get home, and wear something slutty," he ordered as he drove off. "Great, this is never going to end," she thought. School was going to very different today and she knew it from the time she first stepped in the door. Her newly enhanced titties jiggled with every step, her nipples were still hard as stones. They poked out so noticeably that no one would miss the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, not that the thin white material left much to the imagination. She could feel the last of Steve's semen trickling down her leg as she walked down the hall. She felt like her skin was still flush from her recent fucking. She could certainly feel it in her pussy as it was still tingling, but thankfully the tenderness was gone. "I guess that cream really helped," she thought. "Good morning Miss Hastings," she heard. "My, aren't you looking lovely this morning," came again. "Oh no, it's Mr. Fletcher, the principal," she thought. He gave all the girls the creeps, the way he looked at them, you felt like you needed a shower after he was done looking you over. Of all the people to see me first, it had to be him, she thought. She glanced over and his eyes were glued to her tits. She put her head down and picked up the pace. Big mistake, that made her tits jiggle even more, giving all those around her a good show. "Nice tits Olivia," she heard from behind her. Her face turned beat red. "God, please kill me," she thought. She heard more "good mornings" from just about every male teacher that passed her in the halls. Sour looks from the female teachers told her all she needed to know about what they thought about her attire. Word quickly got out that Olivia Hastings was showing off her tits and every guy in the school was chasing after her trying to get a look at her lovely globes. She heard cell phones snapping pictures as she made her way through the throng to her locker. None were bold enough to grab hold of one of her luscious orbs, at least they hadn't got that bold, yet. Her nipples were still hard as stones, but it wasn't cold inside. The problem was that they were staying hard because all the attention she was getting was getting her aroused. She couldn't help thinking that the only thing separating her bare pussy from the gaze of everyone around her, was the skirt that hung only eight inches below her crotch. She could feel the cool breeze from her strides on her pussy, making it tingle. She could feel wetness against her thighs from her lubrication that was starting to flow freely from her pussy lips. She had an urge to drop to the floor, hike up her skirt and frig herself in front of everyone. "What's wrong with me?" she wondered yet again. Her sexuality overtly on display was affecting her sense of right and wrong, "I shouldn't feel like this, I should be embarrassed to death," but a small part of her, a part starting to flourish, enjoyed the attention her sexuality offered. "What's with the new look?" she heard her friend Stacy ask. "I guess if you got them, flaunt them, something like that?" she said with annoyance. "Stace, I had a laundry emergency this morning and this is all I had to wear, my mom decided to do laundry last night and nothing was dry," she pleaded. "Really, not one single bra was dry?" In a hushed voice, she said "honestly, something is going on with my boobs, it's like they blew up over the last few days, none of my bra's fit anymore, I had no choice, I had to go braless!" she admitted. "Well they look fucking huge all of a sudden," she replied. "Don't you have a sweater or something you can cover them up with?" her friend asked. "I didn't bring one, I was running late this morning and didn't think anyone would notice," she said knowing full well only a moron would believe that. "Let me see if I have one in my gym locker after this period, I don't have anything for you in this one," she replied. "I gotta get going to class, see you at lunch," her friend said as she walked away. First period science class went by more slowly than she could have ever imagined. Her pussy had finally stopped leaking, that was a relief, "the back of my skirt must be wet though," she thought. Even worse, her teacher Mr. Edwards had asked her to come up to the board three times to assist him with a boring insect life cycle diagram he was showing. Her tits jiggling with every step as she walked to the board, she could feel his eyes following every jiggle. She felt his attention stir her hormones and her nipples hardened as a result. A grin spread across his face as he watched her approach. She just knew everyone could see the wet spot on the back of her skirt. "They're going to know it's from my dripping pussy," she thought with a touch of anguish. Mr. Edwards made her hold the life cycle model and face the class, nobody saw the model, all eyes were glued to the folds of her blouse that hugged her tits, showing off every curve of her swelling orbs, her nipples standing at attention like pencil erasers. She was allowed to return to her seat, she could see every pair of male eyes focused on her hard pink nipples. Her hormones were raging and the attention she was getting just fueled the fire she felt growing in her loins, she needed a release in the worst way, or did she need a good fucking? As much as she hated to admit it, having sex this morning felt amazing, even if she was black-mailed into it. The bell rang signaling the end of class and Olivia bolted for the bathroom. Her tits bouncing the whole way, everybody stopped what they doing so they could watch beautiful Olivia Hastings' display her goods. She made it to the bathroom and found it was empty, "thank God." It wouldn't have mattered, she was going to frig her clit whether it was empty of not. She hiked up her skirt and thrust her hands into her crotch, one hand going to stimulate her clit, the other to jam two fingers palm deep into her hungry gash. "Ahhh," she moaned. "I needed this in the worst way," she thought. All the emotions she felt from the morning, the embarrassment, the anguish, all the pent up desire, all melted away and forgotten with the pleasure emanating from her loins. Her manipulations unleashed by a fantastic orgasm, taking all her strength to keep from screaming out at the moment it peaked. Her hands were lightly caressing her vulva, savoring the lingering effects of her climax when she heard the bell ring. "Shit I'm late!" she yelped. She quickly pulled down her skirt and bolted from the stall. Olivia realized that she hadn't wiped her soaking pussy off after she came and she could feel her wetness running down her leg. "Can't stop now, I'll really be in trouble," she worried. Her fingers were still wet from her pussy juices she realized, as she hurried down the hall. She brought them up to her nose and could smell the unmistakable scent that can only come from pussy. She found her scent strangely intoxicating. "Somebody's going to smell me too, great another thing to worry about," she thought. "Ms Hastings, late again are we?" questioned her math teacher Mr. Fraser. "I'm afraid I can't let this one go, please come to my desk," he ordered. Her tits jiggled the whole way up to his desk, a fact not missed by anyone in the class, especially her teacher. "School policy states that we must report all lates to the principal's office, this will go onto your permanent record," he began. He paused in the middle of lecturing his tardy student and wheeled his chair forward slightly. "That can't be what I think it is, can it?" he pondered. "That smells like pussy," he thought. He caught movement as he looked at the gorgeous Olivia Hastings and saw something just become visible below her hemline. A drop of clear fluid trickled down her thigh towards her knee. He was mesmerized by it, "what is that?" "Did that just leak out of her pussy, did she pee herself, is it pussy juice, that can't be semen can it, is that why she's late, was she fucking someone during school hours?" A million questions went through his brain in a millisecond, the biggest questions of all was "How do I get some?" His cock jumped to attention at the thought. "On second thought, let's not waste anymore class time, please come see me at the end of class," he said. She wasn't sure why, but that sounded a little ominous. Olivia took her seat at the front of the class and sat down. She could feel her lubrication squelch out of her when she sat down. "Great, my wet spot will be even bigger now," she thought. "Maybe a little fresh air will help dry it up," she thought. Mr. Fraser stood up to present his lecture to the class and instantly regretted it, realizing his hard on would be visible through his linen slacks. He looked down and could make out his outline quite easily. "Kind of difficult to hide when you're packing a thick eight inch tool," he thought. He looked out and saw Olivia Hastings staring at his tented pants. He quickly sat down hoping nobody else saw his condition. He did his best to begin presenting the day's work from a seated position, at least until his hard-on could subside. Five minutes into his lecture and Bill Fraser thought he could stand and approach the chalk board. As he looked out over the class, his gazed fell on Olivia Hastings and he saw her waving her knees apart slightly and was able to see straight down her skirt, bringing his lecture to a crashing halt. "She's not wearing panties!" he realized. "She's doing that to tease me, the little vixen!" his brain automatically calculated. "This is going to be easier than I thought," he decided. Olivia absently continued slowly opening and closing her legs, the cool air actually made her steamy pussy feel more comfortable. "At least the leaking seems to have stopped," she thought. She was lost in her own world, thinking about her pussy, feeling the constant effect of her raging hormones and didn't notice that her teacher had stopped droning on. The hush that fell on the room brought her back to the moment and she looked up and saw that her teacher's eyes were locked on her, specifically her lower section and that her raised and spread knees offered her teacher a direct view of her pussy. "Oh no, he just saw my pussy!" she realized in a panic and snapped her knees shut. Her juices fired up again at the thought and her body betrayed her brain and kicked her hormones into gear. Her brain said "no" and her body said "yes", and her body was wining. Olivia was confused, she shouldn't be getting excited because her teacher saw her pussy, and yet she was doing just that. The leaking that had subsided had started again, she could feel the lubrication begin to seep from her pussy lips. The thoughts and confused emotions she was feeling only increased her arousal. Her clit began to throb and started to swell all on its own. The familiar sensation she felt that morning when she was tempted to drop to the floor and masturbate in front of everyone returned. Slowly she spread her knees again and her teacher turned into a puddle of goo. He couldn't talk straight, couldn't finish a sentence and talked himself in circles trying to regain his composure. At that moment, Olivia discovered something, she had power, and the power was over men, using her sex. It became somewhat of a game for her after that. She would close her knees and wait until an unsuspecting moment and then flash him her pussy again. She coyly pinched one of her nipples in a manner that no one would see, but her teacher saw the resulting erect nipple. He was handsome and she was enjoying herself. William Fraser knew he was being played, and he loved it. What seemed like an impossible dream when he saw Olivia Hastings approach his desk, seemed closer to reality now. She had flashed her pussy at him a dozen times and there was no mistake that it was on purpose, she had even tweaked her nipples a few times for him. Those luscious tits were just begging to be sucked on. The lunch bell rang and for Bill Fraser, it didn't ring soon enough. His students filed out of his class room and as instructed, Olivia Hastings remained in her seat waiting for her reprimand. Bill watched as the last student exited his room and he closed and locked the door. He walked to the front of the class while Miss Olivia Hastings was just putting away her stuff in her school bag. "We have a very serious problem here Ms. Hastings," he began. "You just exposed yourself to a teacher, that's a very serious offense, you could be expelled for that. I have an obligation to report this to the principal's office immediately," he stated. Feeling her power slip away, she immediately started to panic. "Oh, please don't do that Mr. Fraser, my mother will kill me!" she pleaded. "How am I going to explain this, I got expelled for showing my teacher my bare pussy?" she thought, in near hysterics. "Calm down Ms. Hastings, I'm sure we can work something out," he reassured her. "Work something out, what do you mean?" she asked, only slightly less panicked now. "Well, we could come to an arrangement of sorts and I could possibly forget the whole incident," he replied. "Like what?" "Why don't you come up here and have a seat and we can discuss it quietly," he suggested. As instructed, the suddenly powerless girl approached her teachers desk and asked "have a seat where?" "Just jump up on the desk, this won't take long," he answered. Olivia nervously hoisted herself up onto the desk, her tits bouncing in the process. "Here's what's going to happen if you want to get out of this without involving the principal, your mother and the police." "The police?" she interrupted, the blood draining from her face. "Yes, the school is required to report incidents like this to the police for obvious legal reasons, what you did can be considered indecent exposure," he returned. "That's very serious, you could end up in juvenile hall," he lied. "Now as I was saying, you can either do exactly as I say and it ends right here and goes no further, or I march you down to Mr. Edwards' office and we call your mother and the police. And the way you're dressed and the fact you have no underwear on, I think we have a pretty solid case here," he finished. "Ok," was her only reply. "Ok, you agree to do everything I say?" is that your answer he asked. "Yes," she returned meekly. "Good, now let's take a closer look at the kitty you just spent the last hour flashing me with," he ordered. Olivia tentatively pulled up her skirt exposing her creamy thighs. "Good now spread your legs." She opened her legs and bared her pussy to her teacher. "What a beautiful little pussy," he thought. Nice and tight, only slightly developed labia, a small patch of golden fleece above her clit hood, and obvious moisture around her slit, a thing of beauty. He reached out and stroked up and down her slit with his thumb. He focused his attention to her clit hood and applied some pressure to the nub. That sent fireworks off in Olivia's pussy, her lust being fired up by the attention. He brought his thumb back to her slit and ran it through the moisture that began to seep from her thin lips, dragging the wetness with him so he lubricate his friction on her clit hood. Quickly her little nub swelled and began to stand proud, begging to be touched. Olivia was now a slave to her body, her hormones in total control. She didn't care where she was at the moment, all attention focused on the sensation she was feeling between her legs. Bill Fraser couldn't believe the reaction this young girl was having to his ministrations. She was flooding his hand with her juices, he could feel the heat coming from her pussy and knew what that would feel like on his tool. "Unbutton your blouse," he ordered. Olivia began to unbutton her blouse as ordered and struggled to get the buttons undone as fresh sparks from her clit made concentrating extremely difficult. She managed to get them all undone and let the flimsy article fall open exposing her luscious newly swelled orbs. They stood proud with no sag as only young breasts can do. Bill reached up with his free hand and squeezed one of her boobs feeling the firm flesh under his grasp. They weren't squishy like the fat bags his recent girlfriends possessed, these were exceptionally firm with really cute little pink nipples. He pinched the nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger eliciting a groan from the pre-teen. Her hips started rolling from the stimulation to her clit and he let go of her breast and brought the hand down to her pussy lips and slowly inserted a finger into her steaming hole expecting to find a hymen but finding none. "She's been fucked already," he thought. "And is about to get fucked again." He added a second finger to her tight hole and started a rhythm sawing in and out of her pussy causing her hips to gyrate on his hand. She was fucking his fingers trying to get them deeper and deeper. The stimulation became too much for her hormone addled brain and she lost it, cumming intensely on his hands. "Ugghhhhnnnn," she groaned as she thrashed around bucking her hips against his hands, trying to keep the stimulation going. Olivia felt her teacher remove his fingers from her pussy while his thumb continued to gently stroke her clit. She didn't hear him drop his trousers, but she knew when he began to insert his cock into her pussy. It was stretching her sensitive tissues making her think," it must be a lot bigger than Steve's." His first thrust drove only three inches into her love tunnel and the warmth and tightness felt exquisite. He withdrew all but the tip and pushed again sinking in an additional two inches letting her get used to the girth. He could tell by her reactions that whoever she was fucking wasn't packing a cock the size he was now stuffing into her. She moaned each time he thrust forward, partially because of the stretch but mostly because it felt so damned good. "If he keeps this up, I'm going to cum again," she thought. Within a dozen strokes, he was planting his whole eight inches into her love nest and couldn't believe how good it felt. Never in his life had he felt a pussy this hot and tight, her pussy muscles massaging every inch of his cock as he speared it in and out of her. He grabbed her ankles and held them up so he could control her position at the edge of the desk, it also looked awesome. The petite sixth grader he was sawing in and out of was a tight little package. He admired her taught stomach and slender muscular dancer's legs as he first spread them impossibly wide, marveling at how limber she was, and then pushing her knees up to her chest so he could cram every inch he had into her steamy hole. He was in ecstasy looking down at this prize, a marvel of physical perfection, she had a beautiful face, such perfect breasts and a toned and muscular build. The cougars he was dating now all had saggy bellies, fat asses and pancake titties. "How could he ever go back to banging those pigs after this?" he wondered. He let go of her ankles and reached out, grabbing onto her tits and squeezing them hard, eliciting a deep groan from the sixth grader. Releasing the globes, he latched onto her pink nipples pinching them hard, the sensation was overwhelming, she bucked her hips hard against his groin wrapping her legs around his torso driving her pussy onto his cock with all the strength she could muster. Her legs effectively pinned his hips to hers, her pussy gobbling down his cock like a hungry lamprey eel. Her arms reached for and grabbed a hold of his shirt pulling with all her strength to lift herself up to give her pussy a better angle to attack his cock with. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly, her back arching upwards, her arms and legs affectively gluing her body to his. Her teacher, thirty years her senior, hoisted the young girl up, and supported her weight with his rock hard erection and his hands that gripped a tiny butt cheek in each palm. Olivia ground her pelvis down onto his cock, her hips rotating on his, grinding her clit hard up against her lover. The pole she was riding was touching her in all the right places. She loved the way he was holding her, he was gripping her ass cheeks with both hands, helping him grind his big cock into her over and over again. She knew she was going to blow big this time and her lover, with one final thrust, sent her over the edge when she felt his cock surge and felt his cum splash against her cervix. He could feel her pussy muscles rippling around his still pulsing cock. He was dumping a big load into her, he could tell, his cock was still spasming uncontrollably. "He hadn't cum like that since when? Ever?" he wondered. She hugged her arms even tighter around her new lover and crushed herself against him with all her strength. She wouldn't let go until the sensation of her orgasm died down. She still held on, crushing her breasts against his chest as she felt his shriveling cock slip from her love tube. "Wow, that was fantastic," he exclaimed. "I had no idea a girl your age could fuck like that. How long have you been having sex?" he asked. "Since yesterday," she replied. His reaction spoke volumes, he was blown away by the fact that the sexual dynamo that had just ridden his cock like a seasoned pro, was a virgin yesterday. She knew he had enjoyed that as much as she had, maybe more because students were off limits to a teacher, and she knew it. "I'd really like to do that again sometime, would that be alright?" he asked. "We'll see," she replied feeling some of her power return. Olivia put her blouse back on and pulled her skirt down and left Mr. Frasers' math class. "I won't be able to think of math class the same way ever again," she thought. Olivia hurried down the hallway, her pussy still tingling from the workout. Mr. Fraser's cum was still dripping down her legs when she made it to the cafeteria with barely enough time to eat her lunch. She found her friend Stacy and sat down, she could feel the last dregs of Mr. Frasers cum squelch out as she sat. "What took you so long, and why are you all sweaty" her friend asked? "Mr. Fraser lectured me on being late to his class, he really gave it to me hard," she replied. Her workout had left her with a nice sweaty sheen, a fact she hadn't noticed in her haste to get dressed. "You should take a look at your shirt," Stacy said. Olivia looked down and could clearly see what her sweat had done to the blouse. Her blouse was plastered to her tits forming around them showing off their perfect shape, not to mention making the white material very see-through. She might as well have not worn anything since everything she had was on full display. "Uh, I didn't want to miss having lunch with you and I ran all the way from math class, I guess I got sweaty," she replied. "You ran, with those tits, and no bra?" "Jesus, it's a wonder you don't have black eyes," Stacy mocked. "Very funny," she started to say when she paused in mid sentence, she had a moment of realization that everyone she passed in the halls as she hurried to the cafeteria, had essentially seen her bare breasts. She felt very confused, she was embarrassed and at the same time, what? Thrilled? Aroused? She wasn't sure but it made her feel kinda good to know that she had shown off her amazing set of tits. She loved them, she was proud of them, why not show them off? The thought of exhibiting herself to everyone on school got her juices flowing once again. "I just got fucked at school by my math teacher and my pussy wants more action," what's wrong with me she wondered? "Am I really that big of a slut that all I can think about is feeding my desire for orgasms and sex?" "Earth to Liv, come in," her friend called out. "Here put this sweater on and stop showing off your boobs, I forgot I had it, it was in my gym locker," she added. Olivia took the sweater and put it on, she had to, she couldn't have her best friend think she actually wanted to show off her boobs. "It's the last day of school, what are we doing tonight?" Stacy asked. "Somebody's got to be having a party," she added. "I don't know I haven't heard anything," Liv replied knowing full well that Steve told her to come over and dress slutty. Her evening was going to involve her riding his pole repeatedly, after her session with Mr. Fraser, the idea was starting to appeal to her more than hanging out with her friend talking stupid girl stuff. "Can you come over to my house tonight since you bailed on me last night?" Stacy asked. "I'll have to check with my mom, you know she always like to know where I'll be ahead of time," she replied. "Fine," she huffed, her friend obviously a little frustrated by her bullshit answer. "Don't forget, you said you'd talk to your doctor about me, right?" Stacy asked. "I promise, I'll call him when I get home," she answered. Olivia's next period class was uneventful, her pussy had stopped leaking and her wet spot had mostly dried up, albeit leaving a nice crusty patch on the inside. She made sure not to show off her naked pussy to her current teacher, but her urge to orgasm never subsided. Between periods she bolted to the bathroom for another wank session. This time she was pretty sure somebody heard her, but she didn't really care, she needed to get off. And get off she did, renewing her we spot which eventually stuck to her pussy during last period as it dried. That felt nice (sarcasm), unsticking the combined dried remains of her pussy juices along with the remnants of Mr. Frasers cum off her twat. Even that got her a little excited, it seemed over the last few days everything got her pussy excited. Making her pussy happy was all that she thought of the whole way home, "it's Friday, the last day of school and I should be thinking about going to a "end of year" party, not thinking about the fact that I have all weekend to play with myself," she thought. Then she remembered Steve telling her to come over after school and she thought somewhat sarcastically, "yeah, all weekend to play with myself, and get fucked." Her brain was getting less and less confused about the subject thinking that getting fucked all weekend might be more preferable than to just playing with herself. Making it home, Olivia found a note taped to her door, unfolding it read, "come on over and wear something slutty, Steve." "This getting out of control, what it someone had read this?" she thought making a point to talk to him about this. "There has to be a way out," she walked through the door. Olivia walked through the living room in and headed for the bathroom, she wanted to take a quick shower and clean off from the day's events. She stepped out of the shower, dried off and headed for her bedroom, naked. Seeing her jar of cream reminded her that she needed to take her pill and headed to the kitchen. There was a note from her mother: "Working late tonight, won't be home until about 2 am, don't wait up, Love Mom." She popped her pill, grabbed a quick sandwich and headed to her room to get dressed. She opened the jar and discovered she had used quite a bit of it. "I'll have to see if Dr. Sanders can get me more, and ask about Stacy's boobs," she thought. She slathered on a healthy dose of the cream knowing that Steve was going to want to have sex. "I hope it feels as good as it did today with Mr. Fraser," she thought as the cream worked its magic. "Slutty is out of the question," she thought. "I don't even think I can pull off sexy, mom doesn't even have anything close to either," she thought. The best Olivia could muster for sexy was a yellow floral patterned sundress from last year that came up a little too short and was a little too tight. It sure did show off her new curves, considering the last time the dress fit properly, she didn't actually have any. She found a pair of bikini underwear in her mom's drawer that seemed to fit okay, they weren't exactly sexy but they were better than her full cut granny briefs. Her mother's DD bra's were never going to fit, at least no time soon, so she went without as her bra's didn't fit anymore anyway. Her full, perky breasts pushed the front of the dress out nicely, the cut of the dress accenting her bra-less shape and her puffy nipples clearly outlined in the thin material. She generously applied some mascara, eye liner and lip gloss and was pleasantly surprised with the outcome. If she can't dress "slutty" at least she could get "made-up" slutty. She hoped it would be enough. Olivia knocked on Steve's door and her dad answered, "Hi Mr. Johnson, is Steve here?" "Olivia, is that you?" he asked. "Yes, sir, Steve asked me to stop by," she answered. "Putting the make-up and little heavy aren't you?" he asked. "My friend and I were just playing with mom's makeup, I'm gonna wash it off right away," she replied. "Yeah sure, Steve's downstairs," he said as he opened the door and let her in. Reed Johnson was hoping his demeanor had stayed calm in front of little Olivia Hastings, but as he opened the door and realized that the hot little jailbait on front of him was his neighbor's twelve year old daughter, it took every ounce of strength he had to keep his eyes from bugging out of his head. "I hope that boy knows what he's doing," he said to himself. Olivia walked down the stairs to Steve's "room", his room was actually the whole basement and he had it to himself. He was sitting there drinking a beer and rolling a joint. "Hey sweet cheeks, get over here and give me a kiss," he said. She wasn't sure what she what to think about being here with Steve, she knew eventually they would have sex, but she wasn't sure how she felt about him, and if she wanted to do stuff like kiss him. Her pussy wanted the attention and it seemed as if her body was calling the shots these days, so she just thought, "what the hell, go with it." Walked over to the couch, bent over and gave him a big wet kiss. Somewhat surprised that she actually did it, Steve returned the kiss and stuck his tongue in her mouth. She did the same and then climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around him and pushed him back onto the couch laying on top of him. "Well hello to you too," he said. They made out for a few minutes longer before he said, "stand up and let me get a good look at you." She stood up and twirled about in front of him. "Not bad, not bad at all, the makeup looks good, the dress fits nice, but still not quite slutty enough, we'll have to work on that," he said. "We can go shopping tomorrow and get you some slutty clothes, but right now, we have some partying to do," he said. Steve fixed her a rum and coke, this time making it a bit harsher than the one from the day before. "Need to get her used to it so I can get her fucked up good and fast," he thought. "Can we smoke one of those joints again?" she asked. "Maybe later, but you have to earn it first, drink up," he said. Olivia tried her best to chug down the drink, "it was a little easier than the last one, maybe," she thought. After she had finished her first drink, Steve said, "ok girl, let's see what you brought for me, stand up." Olivia stood in front of him and he proceeded to lift her dress revealing her mother's underwear. He slid them down to her ankles exposing her well lubricated slit, the cream working well to get her aroused. "These aren't anywhere sexy enough, add that to the list of slutty things we need to get you," he said. Steve stripped off his jeans and again, was not wearing any underwear. "Suck me hard babe, then climb on up here." Having only what little knowledge she had from the previous night, she attempted to give Steve a blow job. She lightly grabbed his limp cock, and put the head in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head and applied some suction, she could feel it start to grow in her mouth. She toyed with the head feeling the softness of it and marveling how it could be hard and soft at the same time. She was actually beginning to really enjoying sucking him off. "Not bad, we might make a cock-sucker out of you yet," he quipped. She remembered to stroke up and down the shaft applying some pressure as she did so. After a few minutes she thought he might be ready to spurt, yes he was definitely enjoying it. The action of course making her libido go crazy, her clitty was already poking out of its hood, her juices flowing like a river. "Get up here sweet heart," he said as he motioned her to climb up. "Leave the dress on, I want to feel your pussy on me now," he ordered. She climbed up and straddled his legs lifting her dress up so that it tented over them both. She reached under and grabbed his cock and aimed it at her hole. She was so well lubricated that she was able to sink down all the way with one stroke. "That feels so fine," he said. She had to agree, if there was one thing she had learned since yesterday, it was that she loved to fuck. She started to slowly ride up and down on his cock, savoring the way it felt exiting and entering her, at her pace, she was in control, she was fucking him, not the other way around. She reached under her dress and started stroking her clit, the little nub already swollen and standing out. "Yes this was the way it ought to be, me in charge, in command of my own pleasure, I'll take the pleasure from you in my own way," she thought. Steve grabbed her hips and urged her to pick up the pace, feeling the velvety confines of her love chamber, the heat and wetness combining for an experience he wanted to last forever. He grabbed the straps from her dress and pulled them down revealing her white supple orbs. "Hmmm, they look bigger, and their fucking perfect," he thought. "I bet they'd win a wet t-shirt contest easily," he thought. He wanted to watch her strumming her clit and pulled the dress over her head marveling at the tight package, from her slim muscular frame up to her golden hair and beautiful face. Her blue eyes were closed as she rode up and down on his tool, obviously enjoying herself immensely. She picked up the pace until she was slamming her pussy down onto his shaft then changed her tactics going from riding up and down hard, to a slow grind, changing as her desires directed her. She could tell she was bringing Steve close to his orgasm, she wanted hers too. "Pinch my nipples," she moaned as she changed her motion yet again and pulled her pussy almost all the way off his cock before slamming all the way down, her hips bucking up and down, her fingers a blur over her clit. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as her orgasm crashed down, her whole body tensing as she felt the pleasure wash over her. Unable to hold out any longer, Steve emptied his seed into her cunt as his own orgasm hit him. She could feel the pulsation through her pussy walls and a slow smile spread across her face as she got what she wanted. "Damn girl, you ride like a champ, I think you earned that joint," he said. She climbed off his cock and lay back on the couch savoring the afterglow. While not yet comfortable sitting around naked, Olivia didn't have a choice as Steve wouldn't let her put the dress back on. She was just too hot for clothes and besides, "clothing just gets in the way when it's time for fucking," according to Steve's thought process. She looked like a Goddess laying there on the couch with her after-fuck glow, her blond hair reaching down to her luscious tits, her legs slightly parted, her hand lightly rubbing her slit. She was a dream and she liked to fuck, and she belonged to him. He passed the lit joint over and she inhaled deeply, coughing up the harsh smoke. He loved the way her tits jiggled when she coughed. By the time the joint was gone, Olivia knew she was stoned and time slowed to a crawl. Her fingers strummed her pussy like a fine musical instrument. Her body was ready for more. She crawled onto his lap and whispered, "wanna fuck?" "I need to get more weed if this is how you react to it," Steve said. With that, Olivia engulfed his cock with her mouth and stroked his cock to full hardness, she climbed aboard and her wet pussy swallowed him whole in one thrust. She loved the feel as it slithered in and out of her tight hole, the sensations were indescribable. "Oh yeah, hang on cowboy, I'm going to ride you all night," she said, not even believing it came from her own mouth. She rode him for what seemed like hours to her stoned brain, she knew she had come at least twice and was tiring out when she felt Steve's cock pulsing in her hot pussy. "Oh that felt so nice," she purred as she slowly rode up and down his wilting cock. "Got room for a second," she heard from behind her. Olivia shifted her gaze a saw a handsome guy standing right next to her, his hard cock already out and standing at full mast. "Liv, this is my friend Dan, I want you to fuck him like you just fucked me," Steve ordered. Her senses dulled by the pot and her hormones still going strong, she didn't really see any problem with that, so she slid off Steve's cock and rolled onto the couch with her legs spread wide. Dan aimed his larger cock at her opening and slid into place. "Oooff," she grunted as the larger intruder slid into place. He started a strong fucking rhythm. "Oh you feel sooo good in me," she purred to the new visitor. Steve fired up another joint and passed it around, Olivia was getting more and more stoned. Time stood still, it seemed like she was fucking for hours. Her juicy pussy making sucking and squelching noises and she rode up and down over and over again. She went back and forth taking load after load into her pussy. After a while she drifted off and found herself on her back with a cock sawing in and out of her pussy. "Ohhh, yessss, that feels so good, don't stop, don't ever stop," she purred. She lost track of time altogether and when she woke up, found she was splayed out on the couch with cum leaking from her delicate flower. She looked around and saw seven or eight guys flaked out on various chairs and couches. One of the guys got up walked over and knelt in front of her spread legs, pulled her hips forward and in one motion sunk his full length into her reddened slit. "Ohhh," she moaned as he began sawing in and out of her silken tube. "Babe, your pussy feels so good, I just had to comeback for seconds, in fact I plan on fucking you at least four or five more times tonight," the unknown stranger informed her. Olivia was stunned, "seconds? Who were these people and did they all fuck her when she was passed out?" she wondered. It didn't matter at the moment, his cock was stimulating an area inside her cunt that she hadn't known about. She reached down and rubbed her clit while the stranger sawed into her soul. "Uggghhhh, she moaned as she orgasmed around the stranger's phallus. "Yeah baby, all the girls cum on my cock, but you're the best I've ever had my dick in, so tight, so wet and you're so beautiful too. "I'm the best, really?" she asked. "Hell yeah, like I said, I'm fucking you four five more times at least tonight." "Who are you guys and has everyone here fucked me," she asked? "I'm Pete, we're all friends of Steve's. These guys are Brett, Phil, Mark, Deke, Billy, and Trent as he motioned to the various guys spread around the basement. You missed Eddy and Frank, they were here earlier and left. "And they all fucked me?" she asked incredulously. "Well, more like you fucked us, you should see the video, it's incredible, you're a real tigress," he stated. "I've never seen anything like it before, you've gotta be the biggest slut in town!" Pete said. "Sorry I didn't mean that in a bad way," he said apologetically because of the surprised look on her face, "I meant it as a compliment. You abused us, wore most of us out, that's why the guys are so flaked out well the booze and the pot too, but that's all gone now," he said. "Me, I got a cock that just goes and goes, kinda' like you, energizer bunny sorta. That's why I said I'm gonna fuck you the rest of the night," Pete answered. "He said I'm the biggest slut in town," she repeated to herself. She was initially horrified by the statement before she realized that she had fucked her neighbor, a room full of guys, and her teacher, since yesterday and apparently loved every second of it, well what she could remember anyway. "Is that what a slut is?" she wondered, someone who has sex with lots of guys and loves it? "I guess by definition I am a slut, and apparently the biggest slut in town according this Pete guy," she thought. "I don't know who you are Pete the energizer bunny, but I sure like the way you're fucking my pussy," she thought. "I guess I really am a slut," she concluded. She really did enjoy every minute of it, it was just her mind that was having an issue dealing with it. "Here get on top of me, I want you to ride me again like you did before," he requested. Olivia did as asked and speared herself onto his prick, she felt the big tool sliding sensually into her love canal. Her hips were rocking and rotating like they were on auto-pilot. Her overly sensitive clit fed endless stimulation to her hungry body. She could feel ever nerve firing as she rode the cock. On and on she went, riding as if she were possessed until she felt a pulsation with her pussy. Pete was cumming and grabbed her hips in order to keep every last inch of his cock within her walls. Just the thought of this stranger cumming in her pussy set her off again. She had already taken on a mile of cock and wasn't even close to being done yet. True to his word, Pete fucked her four more times with Olivia cumming six times on his talented prick. A few of the other guys jumped in between during their breaks to fill her up with more cock. "What time is it?" she asked as Deke finished cumming in her pussy for the third time. "I don't know one or two in the morning," he replied. "Oh shit my mother is going to be home, I have to go!" she yelled as she jumped up and looked for her dress. She found it in a crumpled heap coated in sperm. "What the hell happened to my dress," she asked? "We were using it to wipe the cum from your pussy," someone replied. Not having the time to worry about it, she pulled it over her head and ran for the door. The slamming door woke Reed Johnson from his sleep and looked out the window in time to see a girl running across the lawn, her dress flying up around her waist. "I don't think she was wearing any panties," he thought. ------- Chapter 3 Olivia had beat her mother home, but just barely. She had just finished closing the front door as she saw her mother's headlights coming down the street. With no time to change, Olivia turned off her bedroom light, jumped into bed in her cum splattered dress, pulled up the covers and pretended to be asleep. She heard her mother come in and go to the bathroom. As she laid there, the cum sticking to her skin, the scent of the cum strong in her nostrils, she began to feel aroused again. Just the smell of the semen was turning her on, she pulled up the hem and licked the material finding a particularly fresh glob and sucked it into her mouth. It was salty and a little bitter, but it satisfied her somehow. She quietly searched out more globs and sucked them, trying her best not to notify her mother that she was awake. Finally she heard her mother go into her bedroom and heard the pull chain on her nightstand jingle signaling she had turned out the light. Olivia pulled off the dress and sucked on every cum splatter she could find and when she was done, rubbed the dress against her pussy until she orgasmed. "I'm not just a slut, I'm a cum slut," she thought. "I can't seem to get enough." With that she drifted off to sleep. Olivia awoke to a buzzing noise and realized it was her cell phone notifying her of a new test message, two actually. The first was from Stacy, "Hey, txt me, I thought we were going to hang out?" The second from Steve, "when you coming over?" She also saw a warning message on her phone about the memory being full. She checked her phone over and found dozens of photos snapped with her phone, they were all of her having sex, over and over again with the guys from last night. She ran to her computer and uploaded them to a secret file she had on her computer. She looked at the pictures and didn't remember even taking her phone over to Steve's but there it was in full color. They were taken from every angle, some really close up of some random cock going into her pussy, "damn that thing looks huge, I can't believe that fit in here," she wondered looking down at her kitty. It wasn't even sore, but that wasn't going to stop her from rubbing cream on it this morning. Her always firing hormones had her ready to go even after all the activity she had yesterday. "How many guys did I have sex with yesterday?" she wondered. She actually had to count them up using the photos because she didn't remember all of them. As she went through them she saw two faces you only vaguely remembered, they must be Frank and Eddy she thought remembering Pete saying they were there then left. "Hmm, Eddy's hot, I wouldn't mind fucking him again," she said to herself. Including Steve and her teacher, that made twelve guys, one for every year she'd been alive. Not bad for her first two days of being a non-virgin. Olivia smelled cooking bacon and knew her mother was up, she also noticed her skin was still caked in dried cum, and headed to her bathroom to get cleaned up before her mother saw her. He shower felt great and she felt clean once again, she managed to wash her pussy without bringing herself off, a feat becoming harder and harder to do these days. She couldn't resist slathering on the lotion though and relished the sensation it gave her pussy. She noticed the jar was nearly empty and thought she would have to call her doctor and see if she could get a refill, "I don't want to run out of that stuff, it feels too good." She donned her bathrobe and headed for the kitchen. "Good morning sleepy head, it's about time you got up, it's nearly ten o'clock," her mother playfully scolded her. "You look different this morning," her mother commented. Noticing her bosom she asked, "are your boobs getting bigger?" "I think so, my bra's have been getting tighter lately," she replied, lying through her teeth because she couldn't even get any of them on anymore without her boobs spilling completely out of them. "Have some breakfast and don't forget your meds," she said. "I have to go into work early today, we have some new residents coming in today and I need to go over their meds with the other nurses. Why don't you and Stacy go shopping and get some new bras, I'll leave you my Victoria Secret card and you can treat yourself," she suggested. "Mom, you're a life saver, thank you," she replied. Her mom puttered around for the next hour and then left for work leaving Olivia on her own, just she and her hormones. She took advantage of the empty house and jumped up onto her bed with her jar of cream. She reached in and scooped out the last of it and slathered it onto her pussy wondering if her doctor made house calls on a Saturday? The effects of the last of the cream were starting to wear off shortly after her second orgasm. More than a little concerned about her empty cream jar, a hormonally revved up Olivia picked up the phone and called her doctor's office getting the answering service. "Can you have Dr. Sanders call Olivia Hastings please?" she asked, and proceeded to provide her phone number. "Is this an emergency?" the operator asked. "It's pretty urgent, but I don't know if I'd call it an emergency," she replied. "I'll pass along the message," she said and then hung up on her. Five minutes later Dr. Sander called the Hastings house and got Olivia on the phone wondering what the emergency was? It had only been three days since he saw her, he wondered if something had gone horribly wrong with the medication, or if her mother had figured something out? After all, she was a nurse and might have recognized the pills he had given Olivia as something other than what they should have been. "What can I do for you dear?" he asked. "Uhh, Dr. Sanders, I'm all out of cream and I was wondering if there was some way I could get more?" she asked. "Holy crap, there should have been enough for two weeks or more!" he thought. "That shouldn't be a problem, what happened dear did you spill it or something?" he asked. "Well, uh, well, I used it," she answered. "The whole jar?" he asked incredulously. "Yeah, why is that bad?" she asked. "No dear, no, it's not bad, not bad at all," he replied, shocked that this horny little minx used up the whole jar of his specially prepared cream on her greedy little pussy in only three days. "She's my kind of girl," he thought, she can't keep her hands off her pussy. "Well, can I get more?" she asked. "Sure, have your mother bring you by next week and I'll get you some more," he answered. "Uh, I need it before then, is there any way I can get more today?" she asked. "Well, can she bring you in today?" he asked. "No, she's already left for work and it's just me here," she replied. "Mother of all things holy," he thought, this is my chance to tap that sweet pussy. "Tell you what dear, I only have one more patient to see today, so I guess I could drop another jar of the cream off on my way home," he replied. "That would be fantastic," she replied. "Oh, one other thing, my friend wanted me to ask you something personal?" she asked. "Sure, what is," he replied not knowing where this might be heading. "Well, it's kind of embarrassing, but here it goes," she started. "My friend noticed that I'm going through a bit of a growth spurt and she wondered if there was any medication that she could take that might help her start growing there too," she said. "Growing there where?" he asked. "Uhh, her chest," she replied. "Do you mean her breasts?" he asked. "Yes." "So let me understand correctly, your friend noticed your breasts had grown larger and she was hoping it had something to do with the medication you were on and wanted the same thing?" he asked. "Yeah, that's what she thought," Olivia agreed. "Ms Hastings I can assure you that the medication you are on would not have such an effect, but if you don't mind me asking, have your breasts grown larger recently?" Sheepishly she said "uhhh, yeah, a lot." "That could be an indication of something serious, I'm glad you called, I'll be over right away," he said. "Oh, and I'll see if I have something for your friend that she can try as a sample," he offered and hung up the phone, his cock already erect with the excitement of his impending visit. "I never thought my plan would be so effective so soon," he thought as he drove over to the Hastings house. "Her tits have grown noticeably in only three days and she went through the whole jar of cream too! And she has a friend that can join the club, this is awesome, I can't wait to meat her too!" he thought to himself as he checked his bag making sure he had enough supplies for two girls. Olivia had just hung up on Dr. Sanders and thought she share the good news with her friend and gave her a call, Steve would have to wait. "Hey Stacy, guess what?" Olivia asked. "What?" "My doctor said he has something he can give you to help your boobs grow!" she said. "Cool, what do I need to do, make an appointment or something?" Stacy asked. "Nope, he's going to drop it off here, he's on his way over now," she replied. "That's so awesome. I'll come over later and maybe we can hang out by the pool or something," Stacy suggested. "That would be so much fun," she replied. Olivia hated waiting for anything and what she was waiting for was more of her lovely cream. She was still wearing her bathrobe and wasn't done yet with her kitty yet, not by a long shot. She sat on the living room couch in her bathrobe, gently stroking up and down her vulva. She thought Dr. Sanders might want to check on her now healed rash, so should really stop rubbing her pussy, it might make it look irritated, but she couldn't stop, not now, she was too close. With her free hand she squeezed her right breast, pinching her nipple and relishing the sensation as it brought her within seconds of achieving her third orgasm of the morning. Her conquest was painfully cut short by the door bell ringing. "Damn it, just a few seconds more and I would have been there," she thought. She went to the door expecting to find Dr. Sanders, instead finding Steve, and he looked pissed. "Why didn't you text back or call?" he demanded. "I'm sorry, my mom and I were hanging out and then I was on the phone with my doctor and then my friend," she answered. "Your doctor, why?" he wondered. "I ran out of medicine and he offered to drop some more off on his way home," she replied. "He's on his way over?" "When will he be here, do we have time to fuck?" "I don't know, but I don't want to get caught, you should leave and come back later just in case," she answered. "I make the rules, not you," he answered as he reached for her bathrobe pulling it open, delighted to see her naked underneath. He dropped the robe to the floor and told her to stay naked all the time, she was too hot for clothes. Olivia had spent just about as much time naked in the last 48 hours as she had with clothes on, and she was getting used to it. Steve pulled her over to the couch and sat her down admiring her beautiful body. He wanted to do the one thing he hadn't really done yet, eat her glorious pussy out. Olivia gasped as she felt his mouth close on her slit. Forgetting for the moment both her doctor and her best friend might be on their way over, she gave in to the amazing experience. "Oh that feels so good, don't stop, keep going, you're going to make me cum fast," she a groaned. True to form, the little vixen shuddered through her fourth orgasm of the day. Steve pulled his jeans down revealing his hardened cock and grabbed her ankles spreading her legs wide. Her toned legs forming a perfect V shape, at the apex, her beautiful blond pussy. He aimed his tool at her opening and pushed in. Olivia shuddered at the intense feel of her love tube getting stuffed, she could never again say no to a cock presented to her pussy. It felt too good, the slut in her would always say yes, her hormones ruled her world and she was a slave to them. Steve pounded into gash intent on cumming into her pussy again for what, the fifteenth time?" he wondered. Twentieth time, in three days? He'd lost count already, he knew one thing for certain, that number was only going to keep going up. He knew he was getting close and her moans suggested she was close to when they both heard the doorbell ring. "Damn!" that's twice she'd had a cum interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Steve continued pounding into her, he wasn't to be denied as his orgasm hit, his cock pumping his seed into her slit. "Steve, stop fucking me, it's my doctor I have to answer the door," she pleaded. "That's ok, I'm done," he said as he stood up, grabbed his jeans and headed for the back door. Her twat was slick and oozing Steve's cum as she pulled on her bathrobe and headed for the door, her arousal level still sky high as she was only seconds away once again from cumming. "Hi Dr. Sanders, come on in, have a seat, I'll just be a second, I need to run to the bathroom," she said as she could feel Steve's cumshot rolling down her thigh. Dr. Sanders was delighted to see her wearing a bathrobe, that meant it would be easier to convince her to show her "the goods" if she had less clothing to remove. "Damn that Steve, just had to fuck me even though I told him my doctor was coming over," she cursed. Of course she wouldn't have refused, she wouldn't refuse anyone anymore, "but why did he need to pump me full of his cum when he knew my doctor was standing on the other side of the door?" He would know for sure she was fucking if she saw cum oozing out of her slit. She tried her best to wipe away the cum and clean herself up. She ran from the bathroom and grabbed a pair of her granny underwear form her drawer and put it on under her bathrobe. She figured he might want to make sure the rash was gone but hoped any remaining semen would get sucked up the cotton briefs. She headed back the living room hoping she could just get the cream and be done with the doctor. Olivia returned to the living room and Dr. Sanders was delighted she hadn't changed in to regular clothes. Her bathrobe protruded noticeably in the front suggesting her breasts really had grown since he saw her only a few short days ago. He wondered what else the hormone treatment had done for her. "She must be a bundle of sexual energy," he thought. "I wonder if anyone's tapped into the energy source yet?" I sure hope not, so I can be the first. "Come on over a sit down Ms. Hastings here on the couch and let's talk about your meds," he started. "Now you think that the meds may have had some effect on your breast development?" he questioned. "Well, they sure got bigger in a hurry," she replied. "Like I said on the phone, that should have nothing to do with the medication, why don't we take a look and see if there is something to be concerned about, shall we?" Olivia watched as her doctor opened up her bathrobe revealing her now ample bosom. "I'll do a simple breast examination to see if there are any abnormalities that may be cause for concern," he stated as he began to fondle the supple tissue. "These are spectacular," he thought as he massaged the tissue pretending to actually check them, first one breast then the other. "I didn't really think they would grow this big this fast, but I'm damn glad they did!" he thought. He continued massaging them far beyond what would be considered a normal breast exam. He could tell that her breathing rate had increased, a sure sign that she was feeling something from his technique. He then pretended to be checking her nipple for whatever excuse would need to come up with if she actually asked what he was doing. He stroked the nipple and applied pressure to the surrounding tissue and was delighted to see the little pink cap begin to harden. He gave the raised bud a gently pinch and was rewarded with a slight moan from the girl. "Are these more sensitive than normal dear?" he asked. "Yeah, they seem to be a lot more sensitive," she cooed. The doctor's exam was having quite the effect on youg Olivia, her juices were flowing and heightened the fact that she had been left on the precipice of another orgasm when Dr. Sanders had arrived. Her libido was picking up right where it had left off, which was really close to another release. "He's going to make me cum again," she thought, just from rubbing my tits. She started squirming in her seat trying to press her vulva into the couch cushion, hoping for some covert stimulation to her lonely clitty. Her swampy hole already soaked form her combined excretions and Steve's cum, were drenching her briefs. Kevin Sanders was delighting in the fact that his new "test" patient seemed to be in some degree of sexual distress from his manipulations. Her skin was becoming flush, her breathing could only be described as panting, and she was squirming like she had ants in her pants. "Now, how to take this to the next level he wondered?" as his patient suddenly began shaking, her whole body going rigid in her attempts to control the shaking. "She just had an orgasm from just having her tits rubbed!" he realized. "This may be easier than I thought." Olivia had just received the release she had been looking for. Sure it was her fifth of the morning, but that was just par for the course these days. The big question was how she was going to get her sixth? Not wanting to bring attention to the fact he had just made her cum, Dr. Sanders moved right along. "Nothing seems to be wrong with your breasts, in fact they seem perfectly healthy." "I wish all my patients could have breasts as perfect as yours," he added. "Did he just compliment my boobs, or did he mean perfect as in healthy?" she wondered as she laid there savoring the last remnants of her orgasm. "My doctor thinks I have perfect boobs? But he's probably seen hundreds of pairs of boobs, maybe thousands, and he thinks mine are perfect?" Her head was swimming with the thought. "I know they certainly draw attention, yesterday at school proved that, but Dr. Sanders is an expert and he just said they were perfect," she thought, the realization stoking her fire even more. Her ever present horniness and her flowing juices causing her to think, "I'll let him fuck me if he wants." Her kitty was calling out to her, making her want his cock jammed inside. He was still holding onto her left breast when she slumped back on the couch, her bathrobe falling open completely revealing her full-cut underwear, the crotch soaked through and through. He looked her over and realized she was making no attempt to cover herself up, her new breasts standing proud, her flat stomach exposed and her legs parted showing a nice gap between her legs. He drank her in with an expression on his face that hid nothing, he lusted for her and she returned his gaze with the same look. "Uhh, everything looks ok with your breasts Ms. Hastings, realizing he had already told her that." "Get a hold of yourself, you're acting like a school boy seeing his first pair of titties!" he scolded himself. "How is the rash coming along, is the cream helping?" he asked trying to regain his composure. "Yeah, I think it's getting better," she replied. "Well, let's take a look shall we?" he suggested. Olivia pushed her briefs down her hips, lifted her butt up off the couch and pulled them down to her knees, dropping them to the floor. She reclined back against the couch and let her legs fall open revealing her pink pussy. It had mostly recovered from her and Steve's fuck session, it was only slightly more pink than normal, the tissues had a little extra blood in them making her pussy look a little fuller than usual. Her kitty felt hot though, like it needed more attention, and having her doctor stare at her cunt wasn't helping her condition at all, it was firing her up. "It looks a little irritated, I think it needs some cream applied to it," he said. "Do you mind showing me how you apply it? You went through a lot of cream in a short time and I want to make sure you are doing it right," he asked. Opening the jar of the special cream, he held it out to her and she reached in and scooped out a healthy amount. Olivia started at the bottom of her slit and slathered the cream up the entire length of her pussy, and then started rubbing it in. The cooling sensation knocked the fire down a little from her hot and hungry pussy, but the effect was short lived as the "medicine" kicked in. She felt the familiar warmth building as she rubbed the cream into her folds, her fingertips dancing over her clitoris. This batch was a little different as she felt herself getting a little light headed and her whole pussy become super sensitive. "Ahhh," she moaned as the spiked cream worked its magic. "It was truly remarkable what a dose of methamphetamine and ecstasy in a simple jar of aloe cream can do," he thought as he watched it work its magic on the pre-teen. He was glad upped the dose of meth in this jar because he needed to get a hook in her that would require to keep coming back. Her hand had gone beyond simply applying a dose of cream to her sensitive tissues, she was full blown masturbating in front of him. Her fingers stroking her clit in little circles, her other hand digging into her folds searching out her vaginal entrance. Olivia loved the new batch of cream, it was even better than the old jar. The intense pleasure she was getting from her loins made her extremely glad she called her doctor today. "Her doctor, oh yeah, I'm frigging myself right in front of him, oh well, he already got me off, I might as well show him how I do it, after all, he asked me to show him," she thought through her hazy hormone riddled brain. "I'm going to show him how to really make a girl cum hard," she thought. Kevin Sanders watched in amazement as young Olivia Sanders worked her clit and pounded her fingers into her gash, right in front of him, his cock ready to burst at the sight. "I can't take any more of this," he said to himself as he fished his cock out of his pants. He grabbed her legs and pulled her ass to the edge of the couch and aimed his cock head at her hole. Her pulled her fingers out of her steamy slit and buried his tool to the hilt in her hot tight vice. "Ugghh," she groaned as her tube was filled with her doctor's hard cock. The feeling was amazing, her pussy was tight and wet, as perfect as he had imagined it would be, except for one thing, no hymen. "I guess somebody beat me to it," he thought as he sawed into her cleft. He pumped his shaft going balls deep and then pulling out until just the tip of his cock remained inside and then slamming inside again, bottoming out, feeling the head of his cock battering her cervix with every thrust. He threw her legs over his shoulders and grabbed her by the hips so he could really bury his tool with force. Olivia's fingers never leaving her clit, she strummed away as her doctor plowed into her love nest. Kevin picked up her hips giving him a better angle to rub her g-spot with every thrust of his hard pole. His effort was rewarded as she clamped down on is cock as she shuddered through yet another orgasm. Her tightness before was delicious, now it felt like she was trying to rip his cock off, five more thrusts and he was dumping his seed into her snugness. "That was awesome honey, I'd like to enjoy you again." He stated. "Ok," she sighed as she reached down and toyed with her pussy feeling her doctor's seed ooze from her kitty. "Suck me hard sweetheart," he instructed as he pulled his semi-erect cock from her pussy, climbed up on the couch and aimed the wet tool at her mouth. He was glad he had thought of popping a Viagra on his way over as he planned on fucking her until he ran out of cum. Olivia encircled his cock with her mouth and did her best to give him a good blow job, she was still working on her technique. She was pleasantly surprised that his member never really got soft and found it was regaining its firmness. Kevin pulled his hard cock from the beautiful pre-teen's mouth and urged her to stand up. He reached out and eased her bathrobe off her shoulders, dropping the article to the floor. He marveled at her beauty and relished the fact that he had made her this way, a slut that would fuck with no hesitation. He pulled off his shirt and laid down on the couch, instructing her to lay on him. Olivia climbed onto Dr. Sanders and pressed her body against his, her tits mashed up against his chest hair. Her groin rested above his hard tool and she ground her clitty down onto it, eliciting a fresh surge she felt all the way to her core. He pulled her legs to either side allowing her to straddle him. She rubbed her greasy pussy up and down his tool coating it in the combined juices leaking from her slit. She grabbed his cock head and put in her pussy, pushing until she felt his curly pubes resting against her labia. Her hips needed no instruction as they began riding the cock like a jockey riding his steed. He reached up and grabbed an ample breast in each hand and gripped the resilient flesh. "Those tits look really, really big on her small frame," he thought. "If they continue getting any bigger, I may have to change her hormone dosage," he thought as he handled the gorgeous mounds. Her pussy was massaging his cock like nothing the good doctor had ever felt, it was so warm and inviting and he was feeling sensations he never thought possible. "Oh God, I've drugged myself he suddenly realized!" "The meth in the cream has been absorbed into my skin too!" He was lost in the enhanced stimulation and was about to add a second load of cream to her muffin when the door bell rang. "Not again, that's the second time today I've been interrupted," she mumbled, sitting up and extricating herself from the doctor's hard cock. "Second time today? Interrupted? Who else are you fucking?" he thought. Dr. Sanders didn't have much time to ponder the question as Olivia merely threw on her robe and headed for the door. Kevin grabbed his clothes and bolted for the bathroom hoping he wasn't getting busted in the act of fucking a minor. "Stacy, I'm so glad you're here, but you should have called first, Dr. Sanders was just finishing up his examination making sure I'm ok," she said, loud enough that Kevin could hear her covering for him. "I tried, but you didn't answer your cell phone," she replied. "Where is your doctor anyway?" she asked. "He had to use the facilities, he'll be right out I guess." Kevin Sanders hoped he didn't look like he had just fucked a twelve year old twice. He exited the bathroom and was met in the living room by his "special project" and a beautiful brunette who was about to become his second "special project". She was very cute, and had the "girl next door" look to her. She had very little development compared to Olivia, she had small swellings for breasts and no flair to her hips at all. "I can understand why she wants my help," he admitted. "Well, I'm just the doctor she needs," he concluded. "Hello, I'm Dr. Sanders, what's your name?" he asked. "I'm Stacy Bennett, a friend of Olivia's," she replied. "Olivia tells me you would like to speed up Mother Nature if possible?" he asked. "Yes, can you help me with that?" she replied. "I mean look at Olivia and look at me, can I look like her?" she asked. "I can't guarantee anything, and anything we do must be kept strictly a secret. This sort of thing is very much frowned upon in the medical community. I'm not saying I'd lose my license, but I certainly don't think your parents or any other authority figure would support this type of treatment," he finished. "Is it dangerous?" she asked. "No, not at all." "What I'll be administering are normal female hormones that your body will eventually produce naturally, we're just giving your body a kick start," he answered. "How am I going to pay for it if my parents aren't supposed to know? "Why don't we call it a trial basis, if it works, we can sort that out later, if it doesn't work, no harm, no foul," he suggested. "Uh, ok, what do we do?" she asked. "Why don't we start by giving you a physical exam and see what we are starting with so we can gauge our progress? Strip down to your underwear and let's get started," he ordered. He really didn't need to see anything, he just enjoyed the power to being able to tell a young girl to take her clothes off. He knew she was incredibly embarrassed which just fueled his ego, that a 12 year old girl would willingly strip down for a middle aged man just to grow some boobs which she was eventually going to grow anyway. He loved it. "Well, I think we can have some great success here," he said as he bullshitted his way through the exam. She had little fat sacks for boobs topped with nice puffy nipples, her bikini panties showed enough to suggest she had no pubic growth either. She wasn't athletic, he could tell, but she wasn't fat either. A little toning and some development and she'd be a full blown hotty, he concluded. "This is what we're going to do," he started. "I have a hormone shot that will kick start Mother Nature, and then some pills that will help move the progress along. Please keep in mind that the hormone pills I give you are very serious and that you must follow my direction to the letter. At no time can you deviate from the regimen I put you on," he instructed. "Yes sir," she barked, her enthusiasm written plainly on her face. "I'm going to get boobs," she thought. "Ok, let's get started," he said as he grabbed a syringe and an alcohol swab. The shot was actually a liquid equivalent to the hormone therapy pills he had given Olivia, only this wasn't a regular dosage. He was giving her the equivalent of all the hormones Olivia had taken over the last three days, all in one blast! "She'll be so horny, she'll probably fuck her bed post all night long," he thought as he eased the needle into her arm and depressed the syringe, setting part two of his plan in motion. "Here are the pills you'll need to take, the directions are on the bottles, and here is a jar of cream, you'll need that," he stated. "What's the cream for?" Stacy asked. "Well, you should find the therapy will increase your libido and the cream will aid you in offsetting the effects of that increase," he stated. "Huh?" Stacy asked. "In layman's terms, it will make you horny and the cream will help you relieve yourself," Kevin proposed. "Uh, I think I understand," she said. "It'll help you masturbate more without any chaffing issues," Olivia said, the meth loosening her tongue and helping her state the obvious to her naïve friend. "Oh," was all her friend said. "Why don't we get you started and have you take the first two pills now so I know you are okay with swallowing pills?" Kevin asked. As much as Kevin wanted to stick around and fuck Olivia again (and again, etc... ), he had to leave or else it would raise suspicion with the new girl. He was already unsure what his and Olivia's next encounter would be like, certainly a little awkward. One thing was certain, the highly addictive nature of the methamphetamine would bring her back for more cream, guaranteeing more visits, and more fucking. Perhaps he could find a way to provide her with a more direct way of ingesting the drug instead of the cream, but it was a brilliant way to start her on the path. Olivia watched the entire proceedings between Stacy and her doctor interest. The new batch of cream was awesome, she felt as if all her nerves were working overtime sending her body and brain signals in every direction. Just stroking the skin on her arm felt wonderful. She was trying her best not to dig her hands under her bathrobe and attack her pussy in front of her doctor (who just fucked her twice!) and her best friend. She surprised herself when she saw her friends bare chest, she had seem her lack of boobs many times, but this time when she looked at her puffy little nipples, she had the greatest urge to suck on them. She loved the new cream but it was making her hornier than ever and she couldn't wait until Steve could come back so she could get a good fucking. "Hell, at this point she'd fuck the next person to ring the doorbell, even if it was the paperboy!" she thought. Olivia and Stacy watched as Dr. Sanders drove away and disappeared down the street. "Wanna go for a swim?" Stacy asked. "Sure, let's go get changed," Liv replied. Stacy hadn't seen Olivia's new boobs yet in the flesh and when she dropped the bathrobe, Stacy lost her mind. "Do you think I'll be able to grow boobs like that?" she asked. "I don't know, you heard Dr. Sanders, he seems to think so," Olivia answered. "I will just die if I get anything even close to those amazing tits," she countered. Olivia picked out her favorite bathing suit, a conservative bikini with a sports bra type top. She was barely to get it on over her new tits, "it's a good thing it's stretchy," she thought. Stacy wore one of her patented, "barely there" bikinis that left nothing to the imagination. Only with Stacy, "the imagination would be better than the real thing," Olivia thought, though maybe Dr. Sanders could help with that. With bikinis donned, both girls headed out to the pool for a dip. They both jumped in to cool off and then decided to lay in the sun and get some tanning in. Truthfully though as much as Olivia loved her best friend, she wanted nothing more than for her to leave so she could rub her pussy again, the cream was making her clitty throb, begging for attention. Stacy felt weird from the shot and the pills, her body was on overload. She was having a hard time just laying in the sun, everything felt super sensitive and she had the biggest urge to run in the house and touch herself "down there". She knew other girls masturbated but she had never really felt the need to do it. She had tried on several occasions to bring herself to orgasm but always got scared that she might hurt herself if she did it wrong, and gave up trying. But right now, she was dying to try it out. Her sensitive bits were really tingling, her nipples were rubbing up against her bikini top every time she moved, driving her crazy. She might have to excuse herself and go home to try out this cream the doctor gave her, Olivia would be pissed though if she just up and left. Stacy got up and said she needed to go to the bathroom. She couldn't take the sensory overload she was going through, she just had to try relieving herself somehow and as the hormones raged, she thought, might as well try it now. As she headed through the living room, she saw the jar of cream on the table and grabbed it thinking back to what both Olivia and the doctor said about when to use it. Stacy locked the bathroom door and stripped off her bottoms and sat down on the toilet seat. With no previous experience, she dipped a finger in the cream and smeared it onto her bald slit. In comparison to Olivia's still maturing slit, Stacy's looked like a newborn baby's. Her labia majora were so puffy that they completely hid her clit hood and her labia minora. As she worked the cream into her puffy slit, she felt the coolness begin to radiate out as the cocktail of drugs began to seep in. The cooling was quickly replaced by the warmth that Olivia had begun to adore. Stacy felt a tingling emanating from her slit like she had never felt before. "Why did I wait this long to start jerking off?" she wondered. She found that the little bud of tissue at the top of her slit felt particularly good and focused on it. She added another scoop of cream to make sure she was good and slicked up and went back to work on her clit hood. By this time her clit had begun to swell and was starting to poke his head up from its protective hood. Olivia was starting to wonder if her friend had left, so she headed inside to take a look. She noticed right away that the jar of cream from the living room was gone and in a panic check to see if her friend's clothes were still there. In the back of her mind she was worried she had left and had taken her jar of cream with her, she was like a addict with that cream. When she saw the bathroom door closed she suddenly realized where the cream was, and where her friend was, and what she was doing. Might as well join her she thought as she found the second jar of cream her doctor had left. Olivia plopped down on the couch and pulled her bikini crotch to one side and slathered a fresh scoop of cream on her twat and went to work. From the bathroom Stacy was overwhelmed by the sensations she was feeling, she had never been this close before, she had always chickened out and stopped before achieving the goal. This time there was no turning back as she plowed forward, her orgasm was building and she was about to go over the edge and then she felt it and screamed out loud as the orgasm rushed over her. "Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed from behind the bathroom door. From the couch Olivia heard her friend scream out loud and she laughed to herself as she knew her best friend had just cum. "Get used to it," she thought. "Once you start you'll never stop," she finished. Olivia was building towards her own pretty quickly as well. She was really close, her fingers were a blur over her clit and she had two fingers pistoning in and out of her pussy as she climax hit her. Her body convulsed as the orgasm blasted through her. Her fingers buried as deep as she could get them while the sensations lingered, he finger tips only lightly strumming her clit as her orgasm lasted on and on. She groaned and moaned her way along as finally the orgasm subsided. Her needs sated for the moment. "Liv, that looked incredible," Stacy said standing there watching her friend finish her orgasm with her fingers still buried in her twat. "How was yours'?" she asked. "My what?" Stacy answered. "I heard you in the bathroom, it sounded like you had a nice one yourself," Olivia replied. Embarassed, Stacy nodded and said, "it was awesome, it was my first one and it was more amazing that anything else I've ever felt," she said. The two girls were in the middle of discussing their mutual orgasms when there was a knock at the door. Olivia answered the door and found Steve and two of his buddies standing there. "Hi Liv, I heard you guys swimming and thought maybe we could join you?" he asked. "You remember Phil and Eddy don't you?" he said with a smirk. "Point of fact, Olivia only knew Eddy from the pictures of her fucking him on her phone. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," she started to say when she noticed her friend nodding "yes" emphatically. "I guess it'd be okay, for a while," she said. The five headed out the back towards the pool. The guys had brought a cooler with beer for them and those flavored vodka drinks for the girls. Olivia was very nervous about what plans Steve had for them. She knew she could handle anything Steve could throw at her, but she was worried about her friend. Olivia and Stacy enjoyed the vodka drinks, "you couldn't even tell there was booze in them," Stacy said as she finished off her fourth one. The guys gave the girls lots of attention but everything stayed plutonic which shocked Olivia. Stacy on the other hand was flirting with the guys and rubbing up against each one every chance she could get. The booze, hormones and the spiked cream all combining to override any good sense she might have had otherwise. "You don't know what you asking for," Olivia thought, or maybe she does? Steve swam up to Olivia and pinned her playfully against the side of the pool. "I have a party planned for this afternoon, you, me and a few friends. Do you want your friend to join the party or can you get rid of her?" Steve asked. "She's still a virgin, you can't let her see me with you guys!" she answered. "It looks like she might have plans of her own, look," said pointing to her friend. Stacy was lip locked with Phil and he was rubbing her ass while her hands were holding onto Phil's ass. It looked like she was grinding her hips up against his, "that little tramp," Olivia thought. "Boy, Dr. Sanders wasn't kidding when he said the shot would make her horny," she said. "Shot, what shot?" he asked. "Never mind, I should stop her, she's only twelve," she said. "So are you and you fucked eleven guys already." "Thirteen," she corrected. "You and your buddies made eleven, my teacher and my doctor made thirteen," she added. "That's why I love you, you're a slut that knows no bounds," he said as he reached down to cup her pussy. Olivia's pussy was begging for attention, "it had been over an hour since her last orgasm, and she hadn't really had a good fucking yet today as she kept getting interrupted by the damn door bell," she thought. Steve pulled up her bikini top and sucked on her sensitive nipples sending her sex drive back into full gear. "God, she needed a fuck right now, why couldn't Stacy go home?" she thought. Stacy was a bundle of nerves and they were working overtime. She had just met this guy Phil and here she was swapping spit with him. He was rubbing her ass and it felt really good. She returned the favor and was feeling his rippling ass muscles. His erection was pressed up against her cleft and he was rubbing it up and down sending sparks through her brain. "I guess this counts as "a little horny" as the doctor suggested she would feel," Stacy thought. "Do you want to go inside, somewhere more comfortable," Phil asked her. "Sure," she slurred as she was lead inside the house. Phil ushered her into Olivia's room and laid her down on the bed. She didn't resist when he peeled her bikini top off and started sucking on her nipple. Stacy's head felt like it was going to blow right off, the stimulation was so intense. "Oh God that feelshh good," she sighed. Phil continued sucking, going from one nipple to the other nipple, while he gently pulled her bottoms off, dropping them on the floor. She was in heaven, the hormone blast the doctor injected her with was fueling a hunger she never knew could exist, and the booze was removing all inhibitions allowing her to give herself up to this total stranger. Phil traced up and down her puffy slit with his index finger, toying with her nub as it stood proud, her clit still swollen from her recent orgasm. She was going to cum again and it was going to be bigger than the first, a lot bigger. He inserted a finger into her tight channel and was able to sink it in all the way. "Thought she would have been a virgin? She's tight enough to be one, but no maidenhead," he thought. Little did he know she had torn it riding horseback last year. Stacy felt the intrusion into her sex and that's when she came, her pussy spasming on Phil's finger. She shuddered and moaned as the orgasm swept over her. "My turn," Phil said as he stood and dropped him swim trunks revealing his erection. Stacy had never seen a man's cock, or any cock for that matter, ever before. This one looked smooth and shiny from the pre-come oozing from his pee-hole. Phil grabbed Stacy's legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs so he could position his cock against her slit. He rubbed his member up and down her pussy lips and especially against her clit. Stacy had no plans of losing her virginity anytime soon, but this felt so nice and strangely so right. Phil tried to push his cock into her tight tube but couldn't get it in. After several attempts he thought maybe more lubrication would help and spied the jar of cream Olivia had taken into her room. He slathered a healthy quantity onto her slit and used his cock to rub it around. He was surprised when the warmth began to spread out over both of the genitals. It felt amazing and he noticed his attempts to penetrate her slit get easier and easier. He was able to get his cockhead in about an inch before pulling out and trying again. "Ohh, try again, push again, that feels so nice," Stacy purred. Phil repeated his attempts to penetrate the small pre-teen as the concoction worked it's magic on both their sex. After several minutes Phil was able to seat most of his cock in the amazingly tight confines. Stacy was panting with every thrust into her girlhood. Phil pulled out of her cunt and positioned her on his lap so he could have her ride him. Stacy had to work her way down the phallus an inch at a time, her tube still so very tight. Eventually she bottomed out and could feel his pubes against her mons. With instruction, Stacy felt Phil guiding her hips up and down on his cock. It felt really, really, good. He rubbed up against her slit and found her nub, rubbing it with his thumb causing her to moan even louder. Her vocalization growing with every thrust of her hips as she worked her way to another orgasm. Outside, by the pool, Steve had pulled down Olivia's bikini bottoms, his hand pumping two fingers into her slit while Eddy sucked on her left nipple. Olivia was in hormonal overload, they were teasing her instead of fucking her and she didn't understand why. That's when they heard Stacy's loud moaning coming through her bedroom window, a sound that could only be from Stacy having sex with Phil. Steve heard it too and said "let's go check it out." A naked Olivia, Steve and Eddy stood in the doorway watching as the hormonally intoxicated, undeveloped twelve year old rode up and down on Phil's twenty year old cock. Steve pulled out his cell phone and recorded another blackmail video as Stacy screamed through her orgasm, impaling her young twat on his pole riding him through the effects of only her third orgasm ever. Steve took Olivia over to the living room couch and proceeded to give her what she had been wanting all day, a good fucking. Phil took a ring side seat on one of the living room chairs while Stacy climbed onto his lap and started a nice gentle rhythm fucking in and out almost casually, while they watched Steve pound into Olivia's pussy. Eddy waited watching the action before him, especially the beautiful Olivia. To her surprise, Olivia discovered that she loved being watched and really got into it, bucking her hips back at Steve trying to get every inch of his average sized cock into her. "God I wish I had Mr. Frasers cock in me right now, that thing was big," she thought. "That's what I need right now, a bigger cock." She felt alive, her body felt refreshed and her pussy was hungry and her clit was begging for attention. Eddy, needing to get into the action, dropped his swim trunks and with his hard cock in hand, approached Olivia on the couch. He pointed his cock towards her mouth and she opened up and took it in. She had a difficult time working his nice cock properly since she was on her back and Steve was really pounding into her, but she managed to give him a reasonable blow job considering that after several minutes, she was rewarded with his seed. She was unprepared for it as the first shot hit the back of her mouth with more force than she thought possible. The sensation of the moment and the realization she was taking his seed made her cum on Steve's cock, again. She managed to keep his load in without spilling it, instinctively not wanting to lose even a drop of it. It was her first cumshot she had ever taken in her mouth, but after sucking the cum off her dress last night, she had been looking forward to it. She liked the taste, Eddy's was a little bleachy, but she didn't mind. Steve couldn't hold out any longer and dumped his seed into her gash. That's when the door bell rang again. Olivia climbed out from under Steve and ran for her bathrobe. She went to answer the door telling everyone to hide until she found out who it was. She opened the door to find Frank, Deke, Trent and two big black guys. "Hi gorgeous, we brought some new friends for you to play with," Deke said. "You're right on time fellas," Steve said. Frank wasted no time and walked Olivia back to the couch and drilled into her gash and started pumping furiously. "Girls, these are my friends Alfred and DeShawn," Steve said. As it turns out, Alfred wasn't just a friend, he was also their drug dealer and someone known to have more than a few shady connections around town. Deke walked over to where Olivia was being fucked by Frank and asked," hey babe, can my friends fuck you too?" "Sure, she grunted," as Frank pistoned in and out of her well lubricated pussy. Olivia looked up and looked at the two black guys standing there, they looked big, and rough looking, with lots of tattoos. The two newcomers stripped down along with Deke and Trent and waited their turn. Phil and Stacy seemed to have a thing for each other and the guys gave a him a moment with her before passing her on. "Steve became Stacy's second lover and allowed her to climb onto his lap. Her pussy was like a vice, Olivia's was tight, but Stacy's was "crush-your-cock" tight. Stacy was right at home once she got used to the fact that a new lover was now pushing into her freshly split open pussy. The booze and the hormones helped immensely as she was usually dreadfully shy about her body and here she was getting fucked in a room full of guys. Olivia had never seen a black cock before and since she was still so young, didn't really appreciate the stereotype. Alfred was only slightly larger than average, but DeShawn did the stereotype proud, packing a ten inch monster that was very thick. Trent sat Olivia on his lap facing away from him so that she could face forward and more easily suck on DeShawn's giant cock. She was a trooper and did her best to suck him off. DeShawn tried repeatedly to get her to deep-throat him, but she gagged every time, she was just too inexperienced and he was too big. That didn't phase the young slut as she was felt his cock start the familiar pulsation. She was surprised as he pulled out his cock and yelled, "open up girl!" She still had her mouth open and his first shot fired into her mouth, but DeShawn's remaining load he shot all over her face, coating her eyes, nose and cheeks. She was a little shocked with having her eyes painted shut thinking that he would prefer to shoot his seed into her mouth, but then again she was still young and had a lot to learn. She swallowed the shot she took in her mouth and proceeded to scrape the semen off her face with her fingers and lick them clean. "Who's next," she asked? "See, what did I tell you about her, isn't she amazing," Steve said to Alfred. "How old is the blond one?" he asked. "Do you really want to know?" Steve replied. "Yep." "Twelve," Steve answered. "And the other one, the one with no tits?" he asked. "Same age twelve," he replied. "I'm not sure if I want both, but I want the blond one for sure, aw fuck, throw em both in," he said. "And, and you sure I can have em tomorrow, all night?" "Sure if it means we got a deal," Steve said. "Deal, oh hell yeah, I'll make some serious dough off them little twats and you get what you need," he said. "They gonna need something to wear, something slutty that they can dance in, k?" "I'll take them out after we're done here and get them something appropriately slutty," Steve laughed. Stacy now found herself on her back on the floor while Trent sawed into her hole, Frank was kneeling next to her head trying to get her to suck him off, pinching her nipples. She seemed quite pleased with herself that she had so many men giving her equal attention as her much hotter friend Olivia. For years she had played second fiddle whenever she was with Olivia and the guys giving her just as much intense pleasure as her best friend. Alfred sat on the couch while Olivia blew him, standing and bent at the waist, Olivia felt a cock slip into her slick pussy. She thought it was Deke as his cock wasn't particularly big. He slithered in and out of her hole and as she sucked on Alfred's tool, felt something pushing into her rectum. It was only Deke's finger but she knew it was something and it added a sensation she had never felt before. It wasn't painful, just different, it took some getting used to but with the sensation emanating from her pussy it added together to give her great pleasure. Shortly she felt Deke pull out of her pussy and what she assumed was the tip of his cock nudge up against her asshole. With a push she felt the cockhead slip past her sphincter and then he was in. "Thank God he's got a little cock," she thought. If Deke thought her pussy was snug, her asshole was that times two, it felt delicious, like a warm vice. He wouldn't last very long, nobody lasts very long when they fuck Olivia Hastings, she's just too hot. With a grunt, Deke emptied his seed into her bowels. Everyone got a turn with the girls, Olivia in both her pussy and her ass, well except for DeShawn, he wasn't allowed to fuck Olivia's ass or Stacy's tiny pussy. "I woulda tore that shit up," as he described it. Olivia had taken them all like a champ, she especially liked DeShawn's giant tool, it stretched her more than she thought possible, and it felt so good. She came on his cock three times before he dumped his seed into her gooey hole. Stacey was still sweet on Phil, but enjoyed fucking all the guys, "even Alfred, but DeShawn, there was no way he was going to fit, not yet anyway, maybe some other time," Stacy thought. With the afternoon well behind them from several hours of fucking, Steve ushered his friends out the door. "Let's go girls, get yourselves cleaned up, we're going out," Steve said. The girls were practically stuck to the couch they were coated in so much semen, they peeled themselves off the couch and jumped into the shower. Olivia had clumps of drying semen caked in her golden hair and her face was still glazed over from several loads the guys shot onto her face. She was bummed every time they did that because she really wanted to eat their cum, the few loads she actually got tasted so good that she wanted more. Stacy's brown locks didn't fair much better as Frank had got tired of waiting for Trent to finish and fired his load onto her hair and face. Several other shots found their way onto her body and both girls stank of raw sex. They took the time to rub each other with soapy fingers that eventually found their way into each other slits. Stacy managed to bring her friend off first and then leaned back and let her friend rub her clitty to orgasm. It was the first time either girl had any sexual encounter with another girl. Stacy checked her phone and she had missed six calls from her mother. "Oh shit she's going to have the cops out looking for me if I don't call her back now," she cried. "Fine, you can go home, I only really need one of you tonight," he said. "But make sure you can get out tomorrow and tell your mother you're sleeping over here tomorrow night, we have a big night planned for you," he commanded. With that, the freshly deflowered and gang banged Stacy Bennett took off for home. ------- Chapter 4 Steve had Olivia apply a heavy coating of makeup to help her look both older and sluttier. She put on the swim wrap and the tiny halter top as Steve instructed, some sandals and then left. It had only been about fifteen minutes since the last cock pulled out of her pussy, and her kitty was still tingling from the last cum she had on DeShawn's big cock. She was disappointed when Steve kicked them out because she hadn't had enough yet. She really wanted another go at DeShawn's big cock, it really made her cum hard. She spied her new jar of cream as she was leaving her bedroom and slathered a generous helping onto her hungry pussy, not that her pussy was sore from all the fucking, she just loved what it did for her. "Where are we going," she asked from the front seat of Steve's Firebird. With her swim wrap hiked up to her waist, she toyed with her leaking pussy, her nub begging for attention from her other hand. "I would have thought you got enough today," Steve said. "I don't know what's going on but I can't get enough," she replied. "Good because we have some shopping to do and I don't have any money," he responded. "Well how are we going to buy anything with no money," she asked? "Where we're going you're all the currency we need baby," he replied. Steve pulled into the parking lot of the porn shop and got out. Olivia read the sign "World of Skin", DVD's, toys, peep shows... , "Well this could be fun," she thought. Steve walked up to the counter with Olivia in tow, "Hi, I'm Steve I think we spoke on the phone earlier," he said to the portly, grizzled old man behind the counter. "Yeah, sure, you said your girl would put on a show and to invite as many guys as possible as part of a deal, so what's the deal?" "I need six or seven really slutty outfits for my girls and I thought we could work out a trade, her services for the merchandise," Steve suggested. "I think we can work something out, but she better be worth it, I called all my best customers about this and I have a reputation to protect. She's smoking hot that's for sure. She'd look good all slutted up in some of my goods," the old man said. "She looks like a size small, bra size C, no problem I got everything your imagination can come up with. "C cup huh, that explains it," Olivia thought. "What size is the other one," he asked. "Bout the same as her, only no tits, Remember, these need to be really slutty, a couple of them for dancing that can be easily removed, the others for less 'respectable' situations." "Ok, but this stuff ain't cheap just so you know in advance, it better be one helluva show. What kinda terms did you have in mind?" the old man inquired. "Half an hour in the booth, all the cock you can charge for, you keep it all," Steve offered. "Two hours and I get her first privately to try her out, off the clock," he countered. "One hour and you get her first, off the clock." "Deal," the old man said. Olivia realized that her pussy had just been bartered off for clothing, and she grew wet at the thought. "Does she do anal, bareback, swallow, what's she good at?" the old man asked. "She'll do it all, but the prize is her tight little pussy, she fucks like a minx and once you feel it wrapped around your shaft, you'll never want another." "Kid, pussy is pussy, I'll be the judge of what's good, but I want all three holes bareback before we go any further," the old man ordered. "She's all yours," Steve said pushing Olivia forward. "Do everything he asks and don't fuck this up, or else," Steve threatened. "Strip sweetheart and let me see that body of yours," the old man said. Liv pulled the swim wrap down her hips exposing her naked pussy, and dropped it to the floor. She reached behind her head to untie the halter straps, a motion that pushed out her tightly bound tits. Letting go of the straps, the halter fell and her breasts sprang free, the air conditioning causing her nipples to crinkle up. Her well rounded breasts defied gravity and pointed straight out from her body. Her newly developed C cups looked quite large on her 102 pound frame. She could feel his eyes devouring her from head to toe, he was old, dumpy and repulsive but he wanted her, and that was what she was realizing she craved, to be wanted sexually. "Come here and suck my cock girly," he instructed. She took the floppy unwashed cock into her mouth, cringing at the taste, but knowing that beyond what Steve held over her head, she wanted to do this. "Haven't sucked too many I see, your technique isn't worth shit," he squawked. I guess your buddy was wrong about you, you aren't very good at this," he commented. Olivia was determined to prove the old guy wrong, Pete said she was the best slut in town and she would prove him right. She remembered to stroke with her fist along the shaft and suck the head and play with it using her tongue. She must have been a quick study because she felt the limp shaft get harder and harder in her mouth. She was surprised at how thick and long it got. The old man was pushing it forward trying to lodge the end in her throat, "that's it sweetie, swallow it down, relax your throat muscles, take it down, swallow, swallow. As instructed, she swallowed and felt the large head pass by her uvula and into her throat. "Breathe through your nose and you'll be just fine, he said. Surely enough she found she could breather just fine. The old codger began to slide his cock in and out of her throat, each time getting the big tool further into her gullet. "You are a sweet thing, maybe I misjudged you," he commented as his cock once again penetrated into her throat. "You might very well be the best little slut I've ever throat fucked," he offered. She could feel her throat swell with every intrusion of his long cock through the back of her mouth and into her throat. "That should be hard enough. Now get on my cock and ride me hard," he ordered. Olivia could feel her pussy start leaking when she heard him comment about her maybe being "the best little slut ever" and she was primed and ready to fuck this old man and prove him right that she was the best slut ever. She climbed onto his lap and in one movement, slammed her pussy down the entire length of his sizeable shaft. She guessed it was about nine inches long and as big around as her wrist, all she knew was that it now belonged to her and if he wanted it back, he had to cum in her pussy. She ground her sparse pubic hair into his stinky graying pubic hair, mashing her pussy down as far as she could possibly go. She felt her clitty being slammed repeatedly onto his greasy hair over and over, bringing on small orgasms one after another. She was taking pleasure, not giving it and she was determined to take a huge one on this disgusting man. Sensing her oncoming orgasm, the old man lifted her off his engorged cock and flipped her over the armrest of a nearby couch. "In the backdoor honey," he said as she felt him pushing against her asshole. "Just relax and it will be no problem," he reassured her and like everything she had learned over the last few days, she just let go. The big head slipped in past her tight sphincter and within a few thrusts, he had all nine inches buried in her rectum. The guys from this afternoon didn't stretch her ass like this and the pain was initially pretty intense, but with all other things she had felt over the last three days, it gradually grew into pleasure. She tentatively thrust back at the old man and felt him try to time his thrusts against hers. They quickly developed a good pace and she was able to dislodge nearly the entire length on the out-thrust and slam the whole nine inches back in on in-thrust. She felt the big one coming and fought to get it since she was denied the first time when he pulled out. The old man had incredible staying power and kept up the pace slamming his big cock home into her welcoming hole. "Oh my God, here it comes," she screamed. Suddenly the old man pulled completely out of her rectum and pressed his weight onto her so she wouldn't be able to use her hands to manipulate her sensitive clit. "Sorry young one, not quite yet I'm afraid, I'm first," he said as he dropped her back down to the floor and shoved his cock back into her eager mouth going straight down her throat with the first thrust. "Work it, suck it, massage it with your throat muscles," he said. She did as instructed and within a minute could feel the big cock pumping its load down her throat straight into her guts. "Hold it, don't pull out, just let it stay in there, I'm not done yet. Don't move or the deal is off," he said. "Now listen very carefully my dear, I've seen a lot of girls come and go, all wanting to be the Queen of the sluts, but none of them had the gift, I think you might have it, do you want to be Queen of the sluts," he asked? Olivia couldn't stand it anymore, her hormones were driving her crazy, she wanted to be the Queen, needed to be the Queen of all sluts, her pussy was leaking, dripping her cream onto the floor, she needed her pussy to be filled with cock, she needed her nipples pinched hard, but most of all she needed the gigantic orgasm that this crafty man had prevented her from having. She nodded yes to the old codger, yes, she had to be the Queen, her very soul depended on it. "Then here is your final test, only the true Queen of all sluts can pass this test," he concluded. The old man grabbed a riding crop off the table next to the kneeling girl and held it high. Expecting to be struck by the crop, Olivia readied herself for the blow, but it never came, instead she felt the soft cock in her throat begin to leak. It took her a few moments to realize what the sensation was. The old man had left his cock in her throat so he could piss down her gullet straight into her belly. She would have a belly full of his piss and cum all without him ever pulling out of her throat. The realization washed over her that only a true slut, only the true Queen of the sluts would willingly allow someone to piss down her throat and use her as a human toilet. She gave in to the rush and felt something welling from within break out and as the experience washed over her, she had the big orgasm she had been longing for, her very being orgasmed and she had experienced this without the slightest touch to her privates. As the feeling washed over her body she was wracked by powerful spasms that shook her whole body. That's when she felt it, the old man slammed the riding crop down onto her unprotected vulva then repeatedly onto her exposed breasts causing the orgasm to intensify and go on and on. She convulsed for what seemed like minutes on end as wave after wave of pleasure rained down on the Queen of the sluts, every time the convulsions seemed to be slowing, the old man brought the crop down onto her breasts and clit. After several minutes passed and the old man had allowed the waves of pleasure to finally stop, he withdrew his cock from her throat and said,"You are without a doubt the Queen of all sluts, now let's go make some money." A still naked Olivia returned to the front of the store with the old man. She was greeted by a thunderous applause which caught her by surprise. She looked up and saw that the front of the store was packed with men who had just witnessed her performance on the big screen TV behind the counter. "Gentlemen, as you've just witnessed, this is the finest piece of fuck meat you may ever have the pleasure of sinking your pole into," the old man shouted out. "Prices are as follows, blow jobs, $150, vaginal sex, $300, anal sex $400, golden throat shower $1000.00. You have a ten minute time limit, so get your cash out," he yelled. "There's no first come, first served here, the highest bidder goes first followed by the second highest bidder, etc... , start bidding gentlemen and there is a two hour time limit so if you bid low, you might miss out," he finished. "We agreed on one hour," Steve started. "Trust me, a slut like that won't be satisfied with just an hour, and don't worry, I'm cutting you in for a 50% share, minus the cost of the clothes of course, she was more than worth it" the old man finished. Olivia was in her glory as she lay on the dirty mattress, her latest lover pounding into her slick pussy, his dick dipping into what had been a virgin hole only two days previous, now an experienced but still fresh and tight pussy. He didn't have much style, but the she didn't care, he could pound his shaft in and out of her and that's all that mattered. Her hormonal overload sharpened her senses and she could feel every inch of the meat stick as it plowed through her to the core. This one was really veiny and it kinked to the left a little. She savored every thrust, each one getting her closer to yet another release. The Queen had sharpened her skills, she could sense the impending release of seed and her orgasm would be timed perfectly. Just a little more, the thrusts quickened and force of the thrusts increased, it was close. His reward would be hers two-fold, she would get her precious release and she would receive his sperm into her velvet glove. She was enjoying herself immensely, she welcomed all comers, she didn't care if they were good looking or ugly, fat or thin, white, black or anything else, as long as they had a hard cock and they had a lust for her. She craved their lust, it fed her power and gave her the most intense orgasms. The Queen of the sluts had a steady flow of customers and her insatiable appetite had all the cock she could handle. She didn't want to stop, she had been at it nearly four hours straight and had refused to stop when Steve had tried to get her to leave several times. She had twelve customers who paid for blow jobs, eight of whom she had finished off with her pussy because she really wanted to feel them cumming in her. Sixteen paid for regular sex, most only lasting only a few minutes because frankly, how can hold back when you have a gorgeous twelve year old with C cup titties riding on your cock? Nine men deposited their seed into her bowels and three paid for the ultimate prize to cum and piss down her throat, after fucking her pussy first of course. "I really gotta get her home, her mom will be home shortly and I can't kill the golden goose on my first day with her," Steve said to the old man. "I don't think I wanna know, but how old is she anyway?" "Twelve, and as of two days ago, was still a virgin," Steve replied. "She is a prize, guide her well," the old man said as he pushed a large cardboard box toward him and then handed him a thick envelope. "I packed a nice selection of just about everything you could possibly need to outfit this little doll. If you need anything else, anything at all, even some more exotic items, let me know. And if you want to make more cash, please don't hesitate to bring her back," the old man said. "By the way your cut was $8,200 minus the stuff of course," he said to a shocked Steve. Steve dragged a cum soaked Olivia out to the parking lot and deposited her on a blanket on the front seat and put the large box the old man gave him, in the trunk. Despite having dozens of orgasms including three of the phantom no-touch orgasms when she did the golden throat showers, Olivia could not keep her hands off her pussy. "I can't believe my pussy's not sore," she thought to herself. Her pussy was still leaking fluid and she thought it must be from all the cum that had been shot into her, but this was clear and slippery, "it must be mine," she thought. She rubbed her still swollen clit and inserted two fingers into her amazingly still snug pussy, it felt devine. "After the day I've had, I can't believe I still want more, " she thought. "Wow, I really must be the Queen of the sluts," she thought. She laid her head back and just enjoyed the sensation of exploring her newfound sexuality. Steve climbed in the driver's seat and expecting to see his little slut exhausted and out cold, instead he found his new toy trying to get herself off again. "Want some more cock honey," he asked? "Yes," she meekly replied. "We got an hour before your mother gets home, who do you want to fuck," he asked? "I don't care, I'll fuck anything with a hard cock," she replied. "Anyone, or anything," he clarified? "I don't care," she mumbled, not really paying attention as she focused on rubbing her clit some more. Steve started driving looking for somebody, or somebodies for Olivia to fuck. With time against him, he knew it was too dangerous to risk not having her home in time and pulled over, throwing the car in park. He went around the back and open the trunk intent to find something in the box the old man had given him, maybe a dildo or something, to keep her occupied. "Hey buddy, can you spare a buck," he heard from behind. Steve turned and saw a bum ambling over to him with his hand held out. "Sorry buddy, I can't give you any money," he said. Then on an moment of inspiration, said "but you can have some pussy if you want," he replied. The bum looked at him funny, then noticed the young girl in the passenger seat an realized he could see her naked breasts. The bum looked in through the window was shocked to see such a beauty sitting there naked rubbing her pussy. "Hell yeah," he said. Steve had to shake Olivia out of her pussy trance before she started moving. He instructed her to climb over the seat, lay down on the back seat, spread her legs and get ready for more cock. She complied without giving it another thought, her hands barely leaving her crotch as she self stimulated herself waiting for the next cock. Olivia still had her eyes closed when felt a weight settle down on her and felt a cock probing at the entrance to her pussy, it wasn't very hard but it was a cock and then she caught a whiff of the smell. She opened her eyes and saw a homeless man attempting to stuff his partially hard cock into her. She was repulsed by the smell and wanted to kick him out of the back seat, but he had a cock and he was trying really hard to get it into her. She felt sorry for him and reached down for his member. It was a pretty decent size soft and thought it had potential. She wanted to try to suck him hard but the small beat seat just wasn't accommodating enough. "Get out of the car so I can suck you off properly," she said. Complying, the bum got out and offered her his penis. She latched on and sucked it all the way down her throat in one swallow. "Hey, you can't do this on the street, move over into that alley," Steve instructed. He wasn't about to have a cop see this scene and bust them and risk losing his new sex toy. Olivia led the bum still holding onto his cock into the alley, and then dove back down onto his cock with her mouth. She was already past the smell and her saliva had washed down the filth that had crusted around the man's pole. She was in the zone, the slut had taken over and she felt the member in her mouth get hard, very hard. She pulled her throat off the cock and said, "fuck me." She bent over and braced herself against the alley wall. The bum wasted no time thrusting into her fuck tube and started pounding into her as if it was the last piece of pussy he'd ever get, and a piece of pussy this nice, it certainly was. The action at the end of the alley drew attention and within minutes several other homeless men had arrived. Olivia felt the cock in her pussy pulsate and knew her pussy had been fed. The spent cock vacated her steamy hole and was quickly replaced by another. She looked around and saw a large number of bums around her, all fishing out their cocks. She smiled and said, "hi boys, wanna fuck," and reached for her clit. Steve thought a riot was about to ensue when he hustled Olivia back to the car and hurried to get her home. She was a machine, taking on eighteen bums in a row, their cum pouring out of her sopping hole by the time Steve pushed her into the passenger seat. He was going to have to get the seat cleaned from all the cum that leaked into the fabric as it oozed from her pussy as he drove her home. Olivia mopped up her pussy as best she could with the same towel she had used only yesterday on her way to school after Steve had left her a "good morning" present in her crotch. Olivia stumbled down the hall to her room, Steve in tow carrying the big box the old man had given them. Her mom wasn't home yet but she should be home any second. She had donned her wrap and halter in the car, afraid of having to explain why she was wearing the tight outfit, but fortunately her mother wasn't home yet. "Go through this box and pick out three or four outfits for tomorrow." I don't imagine there's much in here you can wear in public so maybe we'll go shopping in the morning and get some sexy stuff that you can wear when we go out," he said. "Tomorrow's Sunday and I always go to Church with my mom on Sundays," she pleaded. "Fine," he said as he went rummaging through the box. "Perfect," he said as he removed a small box and began opening it. "Put this in your pussy before you leave, and no underwear," he said as he handed her the smooth white egg shaped object. "What's this," she asked? "It's a vibrator, you'll understand," he said. "I also need you to give me Stacy's home address and e-mail so I can send her the videos and pictures I took just in case she doesn't feel like cooperating," he demanded as he started lifting up her skirt. He toyed with her pussy lips and found them still wet, the slippery moisture seeping out almost instantly. He tasted the clear fluid from his fingers and found it tasted sweet. "Get up on your bed and face me ass first," Steve commanded. He'd been watching her get fucked for hours without getting any for himself. He pulled out his rock hard cock and slipped it into her slippery hole. It felt hot and was exceptionally well lubricated. Her pussy was still surprisingly tight despite all the cock it had seen today. Steve pounded into her pussy like a jackhammer; he intended to make her last fuck of the day a memorable one for the both of them. Olivia felt Steve pull his cock out completely leaving her feeling vacant, before slamming back into her pussy seating it completely in one thrust. He repeated the move over and over again savoring the way her pussy walls grabbed onto his cock, gripping it, reluctant to let the intruder get away. She could feel every inch as it penetrated her deliciously. She relished the feel of his member as it slid in and out of her steamy hole, she depended on it like it was a drug. Olivia reached under and rubbed her clit hoping to cum before Steve finished and her mom got home. She was getting closer to her climax, she was just about there, "If Steve could only cum in me, that would put me over the top," she thought, as she heard the front door slam shut. "Oh, shit my mom's home!" she whispered as Steve continued his assault on her pussy, trying to get his own cum out before it was too late. Three more pumps and Steve unloaded into her soggy pussy. "Climb out the window now," she urged him, pushing him towards the portal. She heard her mother dropping her keys on the kitchen table and heard footsteps as she came down the hall. Olivia rushed Steve out the window and quickly closed it, turned off her light and jumped under the covers, still dripping cum from her pussy and still coated in dried cum from the porn shop. Her brain was going crazy at the thought of being busted by her mother, and her body going crazy because she was yet again interrupted in her quest to cum. Olivia waited until she heard her mother click off her light before sneaking out of bed and rummaging around in the box to see if there were any toys in there to help get her final cum before falling asleep. She found a wide variety of toys and accessories, most of which had never ever seen before and some that would definitely need some instruction on! She found a simple dildo in the shape of a fairly well endowed penis and thought, "This ought to do the trick." With the dildo jammed in place, Olivia gladly finished herself off and drifted off to sleep. She had strange dreams that she was getting fucked over and over again, not odd since she had taken on more men the previous day than most women will have sex with in a lifetime. ------- Chapter 5 Olivia awoke to her cell phone ringing, she opened her eyes and looked at the clock, it was only 6 am. She felt refreshed despite only getting four hours of sleep and despite having her strange dreams, she felt refreshed and stuffed at the same time. Pulling back the covers she discovered the dildo still lodged between her legs, "Well that explains the fuck dreams I had." She quickly extricated the phallus and grabbed her phone. "Hi Liv, I just wanted to thank you for everything you did yesterday for me," her friend Stacy offered. "Thank me, I was worried you'd be mad at me considering everything that happened," Olivia replied. "Are you kidding, I have actual boobs starting to grow already, I have a boyfriend that makes me orgasm like crazy, and he doesn't mind sharing me with his friends, can you believe it?" she said excitedly. "Your boobs grew overnight?" she asked incredulously. "Well, not a lot, but they are definitely sprouting, and they are really, really sensitive, heh, not so hard, you'll make too much noise," Olivia heard through the phone. "Stace, what did you say?" Olivia asked. "Noth- uhh-ing, ughh, I mean nothing, I just wanted to call you and tell you the good news and ask what we're doing today? Steve, ohh, said something about a plan, ouch," Stacy added. "Stace, what's going on over there, is someone with you?" she asked. "Uhhh, I couldn't sleep and I was soo horny so I called Phil and he came over," she replied. "Is he fucking you right now?" she asked. "He was up until a few minutes ago." "He's in your room, are your parents home?" Olivia asked. "I don't know, haven't checked, but we're being quiet and they respect my privacy and they'd never just walk in my room," she replied. "Stace, we all heard you last night from outside, trust me you can't be quiet! I can't believe you called him in the middle of the night to come over to your house to for sex." "What do you mean middle of the night? He's been here since before midnight, I couldn't help it, I was soooo horny, I needed it. I wore the poor guy out, he can't get it up anymore so he had to find something else to fuck me with," Stacy added. "Something else, what are you talking about?" Olivia asked. "We had sex eight times in a row last night and now he's using my hairbrush on me, he was done and I wasn't. He jammed me a little hard there a second ago, that's what all the grunting was about" she added. Her phone beeped in her ear, "hold on a sec, I got another call, be right back," She switched over and heard Steve say, "Hey beautiful, I sent you a present, go check your e-mail and I'll see you later," then he hung up. Clicking back over, "Stace I gotta go check something, Steve said he sent me an e-mail." "Me too, and it was awesome!" Stacy said. "It's pictures of me fucking Phil, and the other guys too, it looks so hot, you should see them," she said. Olivia was blown away by her friend's attitude, she had always been flirty and was obsessed with boys, and she had turned into a mega-slut overnight and had no qualms about it. "Ok, I will, let me call you back in a bit, I just realized I forgot my meds last night and I should probably take them right away," she said and hung up. Olivia had beat her mother out of bed, which was probably a good thing since she smelled like a whore house blew up all over her, and she still had semen stuck in her hair. She double dosed the "anti-inflammatory" and popped her other pill and headed back to her room to check out Steve's e-mail. It was a big one, taking several minutes to download even with her high-speed connection. The header read "Olivia's Scrap Book", and as she opened it up, saw dozens of photos and numerous video clips. She breezed through it and realized there were pictures of her with every guy she fucked yesterday, the guys from the party at her house, the porn shop, the bums in the alley, even a picture of her and Dr. Sanders taken through the window! The sheer number of guys she fucked was staggering, she was blown away by her sluttiness. Her pussy practically gushed from the emotional realization that she really was the Queen of the Sluts! Olivia counted up the pictures and arrived at the total, she had taken on sixty-eight cocks yesterday! She had fort-eight new cocks that fucked her pussy, nine new cocks in her ass, four were blow jobs only, and seven were guys she had fucked already. "Wow," she was so turned on she that she was practically ready to orgasm just from the thought of all those cocks she had taken on. "That must be some kind of record," she thought. "I'll have to ask Steve about that and see what he thinks?" she thought. "First things first though, I need to get cleaned up," she thought. Olivia climbed into her bathtub and just let herself soak and relax, the warm water caressing her supple skin. She leisurely washed the remnants of the dried semen from her skin, taking pleasure in the way the water cascaded down her breasts. She looked down and was impressed with the way her newly developed tits defied gravity, standing up, her nipples pointing at the ceiling. She had forgotten to do her daily squeeze test when she got up and gripped her globes finding it harder to get her small hands all the way around each one. "I wonder if there are any new bra's in that box of stuff?" she thought. Olivia wrapped a towel around herself and returned to her bedroom and opened her closet door and fished through the box. There was an amazing assortment of outfits, some of them matching, one for her and one for Stacy she presumed. Some of them were see-through, some were smooth and shiny, others made up of what looked like just scraps of material. She found several bras that looked like she could wear them for daily use. She found mostly 32C's, a couple a D's and a bunch of A's that could only be for Stacy. Something caught her eye a she went through the box. It looked like one of those piercing guns that they used to pierce her ears. "Why would they put that in there?" she wondered. She also found a pair of hand cuffs, some clips with a screw attachment, lengths of gold chain that ended in these funny threaded bars, a riding crop and something that looked like a whip. She tried on some of the bras and found that the 32C's fit very well, her boobs filling the cups completely. "Wow, I'm not just a C, but a full C, any bigger and I'll have to try on one of those D cups!" she thought. The first bra was black and completely c-through, she liked the way her nipples looked through the sheer material. The second bra was red and had little cut-outs for her nipples to poke through, "that would feel weird," she thought, her nipples constantly rubbing against whatever shirt she had on. "On second thought, that might be pretty stimulating!" she thought. The third bra she put on didn't look like anything special at all, just a lacy white bra with a front closure but when she fastened the center clasp together, she felt a strange sensation running across the front of her boobs, like an electric current or something. It immediately made her nipples hard and sent little shocks all the way down to her pussy. She removed the bra and looked at the tag, it read "The Shocker." "The Shocker provides stimulation to the wearer, caution, avoid immersing in water," she read. She noticed thin wires running through the cups and ending up in a very small battery pack along where her rib cage under her arms would be. "That's awesome she thought, I'll have to give that one a try!" she thought. The next one was heavily padded and when she put it on, it pushed her boobs up really high, practically pushing them up to her chin. She pulled out a few of the outfits and tried them on. She really liked the black shiny one. The material if you could call it that, was like shiny black plastic. It was very smooth and very glossy. It had matching shiny black stockings that went up from her feet to her mid thigh. They were tight and hugged her like a second skin. The bodice was cut like a bustier and came down to a short skirt that really wasn't a skirt at all, it flared out from her hips and came down parallel with her ass cheeks. If she bent over, even slightly, her ass would be completely on display. It came with panties made from the same shiny tight fitting material, only the crotch was split down the middle with overlapping flaps. When worn the flaps overlapped each other giving the appearance of a completely intact crotch. But with a little tug, the flaps peeled back completely exposing her genitalia from the top of the slit back to her asshole. The bustier was tight, pushing her boobs up over the top giving her amazing looking cleavage. The outfit made her feel super sexy as she strutted around her room, her hormones never seemed to give her a break these days. She peeled off the garment and tried on the next one, it was a string bikini that was more string than bikini. It had three patches of material, one small square that covered each nipple and one vertical patch that covered from her pucker up to the top of her slit. She admired herself in the mirror realizing just how hot the skimpy clothing made her look. She tried on a few more outfits including a sexy schoolgirl outfit complete with a very short plaid skirt and a midriff white shirt. It was tight and coupled with the black push-up bra, made her tits look like they could fly out of her shirt at any moment. She put a very small g-string on, it's front panel narrow enough to split her outer labia in two, giving her a very sexy camel toe appearance. She put her hair up in pig-tails to accent the look. She glanced in the mirror and said, "Fuck me I look hot." She could feel her juices flowing and peeled off the g-string before her excretions soaked it thoroughly. She pulled out some of the toys and tried a few out. She figured out that one of the metal contraptions was actually a clamp that fit around her erect nipple, the chain was attached to a hinge that tightened the clamp on the nipple when the chain was pulled. The other end of the chain ended in an identical clamp. She put it on and liked the pressure it put on her nipples, it was increasing her arousal and she knew she was going to need to take care of that really soon. She tugged on the chain which pulled her nipples outward, "ohhh, that feels nice," she thought as she tugged away at the sensitive buds. She found a dildo with a funny attachment curving up from the base. She turned it on and found both the main body and the extension buzzed, she rubbed it up against her slit and the stimulation was intense. She wanted to keep going but there were so many more toys to check out, she was like a kid at Christmas. Her eyes kept going back to the piercing gun wondering what anyone would be piercing with that? She knew girls her age were getting their belly buttons pierced, and lips, noses, ears obviously, and eyebrows. But this was in a box with sex stuff, "would girls actually get their sex bits pierced?" she wondered. The long gold chain that ended in those threaded posts intrigued her. I'll have to ask Steve about that too," she thought. She found various lotions and lubes, one said it would heat up with contact. "I already have one of those," she thought, "but I bet mine's better." Another claimed it would provide hours of lubrication, "I have no problem in that department," she thought. "Mine always seems to be leaking my own lube, or sperm depending..." All the toys had her revved up and ready to go, she left the nipple clamps on but cleared the rest of the toys off her bed and returned them to the box and hid it in the back of her closet. She grabbed her jar of cream and the vibrating dildo and spread herself out on the bed for some "alone" time. She dosed herself with the cream and rubbed it in with vibrator, then jamming it in deep. She discovered several important things that day; firstly that the cream when pushed inside of her pussy really worked well, much better than when it's only applied outside. Unknown to Olivia, the combination of Meth and X in the cream absorbed much more readily into her inner tissues than her outer tissue. Second, that the extension on the vibrator perfectly reached her clit when it was fully inserted, and it felt fucking amazing, and third, she figured out what the chain on the nipple clamps was for, so she could yank on both nipples simultaneously just by pulling on the chain, and the harder she yanked, the harder they got pinched, and she loved it. One shuddering orgasm later and she was ready to start the day. Her mother was already dressed and ready for church when Olivia finally emerged from her room. "Whatcha been doing in there so long kiddo? I thought I was going to have to send in the National Guard to find you," she said humorously. "I probably woulda fucked em all," she thought to herself as the meth and X started to kick in, heightening her awareness and her arousal. "Eat your breakfast and go put your dress on, I ironed it for you," she told her. "Dress? What dress mom?" she asked. "The pretty white one with the scoop neck that I love so much," she said. "It's hanging up in the laundry room, now hurry up," her mother said. Olivia hadn't really thought about what she would wear to church today, she'd kinda had a lot on her plate over the last few days. She loved the dress her mother had picked out, it was pretty, light and very lady-like. She felt very grown up when she wore it. There was a problem though, she would need to wear a bra under the dress, the light material would not allow her to go bra-less, especially with the neckline on the dress, if she bent over, her boobs would come flying out past the neckline. She tried the transparent black one because she liked it a lot, but found you could easily see its outline through the dress. Likewise, the red one with the cut-out nipple holes would not be suitable. The pushup one would have shoved her tits right out the top of the dress so that one was out. That left only "The Shocker" to wear. "I really gotta get out and get some new bra's, maybe mom and I can go after church and get some?" she wondered. She put on The Shocker and it immediately starting stimulating her breasts, her nipples quickly turning into hard little pebbles. It felt really good, the effects of the Meth and X coursing through her body enhancing the stimulation the bra was having on her breasts. It felt wonderful, although she was a little unsure what she would still feel that way one or two hours from now. She finished getting ready putting the nice dress on over her "Shocker" bra, brushed her hair and put on a little make-up. She remembered Steve had told her no underwear and considered disobeying him, but a small part of her like being ordered around and told what she had to do. "The egg, I forgot about the egg," she thought. Olivia rummaged through the box and found the package holding the egg and extracted the device. The smooth egg-shaped device had no switches or wires and she wondered how it worked. Reading the package it said "body heat activated," that should be interesting. Olivia slid the egg up into her pussy, it was still moist from her earlier orgasm and entered easily. Nothing happened, but it gave her an interesting "full" feeling, but found she had to keep her muscles tensed slightly in order to keep it in place. Satisfied with how she looked, she stepped into a pair of flats, threw her cell phone in a small purse and went to join her mother. The ride to church was fairly uneventful, but the presence of the egg in Olivia's pussy and the constant stimulation from her bra had her hormones working overtime. Olivia tried her best to keep up with her mother's casual banter but her constantly buzzing tits made her realize she would need to take it off sooner than later. Thinking of her buzzing bra, she said, "Oh, mom, I haven't had a chance to go and get any new bra's yet, can we go shopping after church and get some new ones?" she asked. "Sure honey, but we can't shop for too long, I have to go visit Aunt Rose this afternoon before work, you should come with me!" she suggested. "Not a chance, she's so mean and grouchy, her house smells and so does she." "When you get older, it can become physically difficult to bathe dear and sometimes that happens, you should be nice to old people, you'll be one someday. Here we are," her mother said as she pulled into the parking lot. The two girls walked towards the entrance of the church and as they walked her mother commented on how beautiful the landscaping was, "the groundskeepers always keep this pace looking so nice, don't they?" Olivia didn't hear her because the egg had suddenly come to life and the sensation was overpowering, stopping her in her tracks. "Did you hear me dear?" her mother asked. "Huh, what did you say mom?" she asked. "I said Mr. Mathews and his crew always do such a nice job with the grounds. Are you okay, you look flushed?" she asked. "I'm fine," she replied as she resumed walking, determined not to let the egg take her by surprise again. And surprised she was as she felt the egg suddenly gear down to a very gently hum, barely even registering. "Ahhh, that's better," she mumbled. They found seats near the end of the pew and waited as the church started filling up. She would have loved to be at home with this egg-shaped vibrator and stroke herself off, but she couldn't do that here, or could she? "Maybe I can sneak off to the bathroom and relieve myself?" she thought. The double dose of hormone pills this morning were kicking in and with the dose of Meth and X she still had in her system, and she was starting to get in a bad way. "What I really need is a good fucking, oh why did I ask to go shopping after? If we went straight home, I could run over to Steve's and tell mom I was going to Stacy's house. He could fill that need, maybe even invite some of the guys over if he isn't enough for me?" she thought. Her thoughts went back to yesterday and all the guys she took on, trying to remember if she ever felt satisfied completely? Her body wanted her to keep going non-stop. "What would it take for her to feel fully satisfied?" she wondered. "I used to be able to masturbate and feel satisfied after that, well at least for a little while anyway," she thought. "My orgasms are bigger than ever and even after I have one, I crave another immediately, I mean they're spectacularly good so obviously that's why I want another one, no, not want one, need one," she thought. The egg kicked back up and the stimulation just about doubled Olivia over. The egg and the bra were going to be the end of her, she had to get some relief fast. Her slit had been leaking ever since the egg came to life crossing the parking lot, she was sure there must be a wet spot from where her pussy was pressed up against the back of her dress. "Maybe she could go to the bathroom and stuff some paper towels up against her slit to keep from making a mess of her dress?" she wondered. "Mom, I need to go to the bathroom, maybe get some air, I'm feeling a little overheated," she said. "You still look a little flushed dear, do you feel ok?" "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little warm," she said as she got up and excused herself and headed to the hallway leading to the bathrooms. The bathrooms were all the way around back by the kitchen and the service area. As she headed down the empty hallway, she saw one of the Hispanic grounds crew leave the maintenance room. He was headed to the bathrooms that lay between them, he was carrying a magazine in his hand and his coveralls were tenting out from below his belt. She immediately thought he had an erection and stared at what could only be his cock sticking out. The gardener looked the beautiful blond pre-teen walking his way and saw that she was staring at his midsection. He glanced down and new why, he had been rubbing his crotch staring at the girlie magazine he kept in the maintenance room and was planning on relieving himself in the bathroom. Embarrassed that she had discovered his condition, he immediately did an about-face and headed back to the vacant maintenance room. Olivia had plans on stroking herself off, but what she really wanted was a good fucking and for that you needed a guy with a hard cock, and this gardener was just what the doctor ordered. Olivia reached up under her dress and extracted the egg from her dripping pussy and dropped it in her purse, the vibrations stopping as it quickly cooled. She opened the door to the maintenance room and saw the man bent over a small desk with his back to her. She approached him and saw that he had his cock out and was masturbating to a picture of a naked woman. "Hi, do you want some company?" she asked. Startled, the man attempted to push his erection back into his coveralls. "Don't do that," she instructed. "I want to see it," she said. "I want it," she added. Confused the man just looked at her. Realizing that he may not speak English, Olivia lifted the hem of her dress until she exposed her bare crotch to the man. She moved over and sat on the edge of the desk lifting her dress and spreading her legs, fully exposing her charms. She ran her fingers through her slit and showed her wet finger to the man. He wasted no time pulling his erect cock back out of his coveralls and stepped between Olivia's spread legs. He lined his cock head up with her slit and rubbed it up and down liberally coating his member with her secretions. He pushed into her pussy and found it slid in easily. It wasn't a big cock, kinda small really, but she didn't care as it was very firm and she just needed to get fucked. He pumped in and out of her tight wetness at a blazing pace, seemingly determined to get off as quickly as possible. Olivia's fingers never left her slit as she rubbed up and down, her clit was engorged, fueled by her combination of hormones and drugs still present in her system. Her climax was quickly approaching as the small dirty man pounded his small cock in and out of her burning hot pussy. She grabbed onto his hips with her hands and locked her legs around his buttocks, locking him inside of her as her climax released. Her contracting pussy muscles were too much for the man as he spent his seed into her warm tunnel. "Who's your friend Jose?" she heard. Olivia looked up and saw four men standing at the doorway watching her performance. The question had come from Mr. Mathews, the head groundskeeper. He was a retired pipe fitter and looked after the grounds to keep himself busy. He had three other men with him, all of them staring at her as if she were a piece of meat. "Why if it isn't Ms. Hastings, does your mommy know you're back here with a cock in your puss?" he asked. "No sir," she answered as the man known as Jose, pulled his shriveling cock from her dripping snatch. She made no attempt to close her legs and at no point did she ever stop rubbing her slit. "Who's next?" she asked, trying to control the situation as best she could. Mr. Mathews and the three men approached the young girl and looked at each other. "How old are you missy?" Mr. Mathews asked. "Old enough to take on the four of you," she replied. "We'll see about that, " one of the men answered. He was big and black and made a gesture with his hands suggesting he was packing something huge. "Ms. Hastings, let me introduce you to the boys, you've already met Jose," Mr. Mathews said. "This is Sergio, Elliott, and Big Lou. Sergio works here full-time and Elliott and Big Lou are part of a work release program." "So who's next?" she repeated as she stood and pulled her dress off over her head. She removed the bra that was partially responsible for her being in the state she was in, her young breasts springing free and looking enormous on her small frame. "Holy shit, look at that body," Elliott said stepping up his cock already pulled out. Olivia knelt down and took his semi-erect dick into her mouth sucking it to the back of her throat. Her nose was buried in his pubes as she felt his cock coming to life. "She's deep-throating him," Big Lou said as he started fishing his own cock out. Elliot pulled the young girl off his member and stood her up and bent her over the edge of the table, her glorious ass facing out. Her dancers legs slightly parted revealing the excellent muscle structure. Elliot admired her taught muscular body, she was everyone's wet dream no matter what your age he thought to himself. He nudged his cock up against her slit rubbing the wetness onto his shaft before pushing in. Despite just being fucked by Jose's dick, she was amazingly tight and the heat he felt coming off her tube was remarkable. "I'll have to make some arrangements to have this young thing entertain my clients in the very near future," he thought as he pounded into her love slot. He reached around and grabbed one of her big luscious tits with each hand. They felt so full, so firm, like they were fake, but there was no way these were fake. Still he wondered how a girl that looked this young could have such as spectacular rack. "How old are you darling?" he asked as he continued his motions. "Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhnnn," she grunted as he assaulted her pussy, just the way she needed. "Twelve," she replied. His fingers were pinching her nipples nice and rough which brought her to her second orgasm in five minutes. Elliott was dumbfounded, he had the hottest looking girl had had ever fucked in his life orgasming on his cock as she told him she was only twelve years old. He almost felt guilty as he spewed his seed into her sopping pussy. Sergio stepped up next because he didn't want to follow Big Lou, he wanted to be able to feel her pussy walls around his cock and figured that would be more difficult after Lour had plowed into her. Olivia was hoping the orgasms and the stream of cocks feeding her would satiate her passion, but it only fueled her for more. She came on Sergio's cock as his cum splashed against her cervix. Mr. Mathews was next and she was surprised that the old man could not only get it up, but that he had a pretty nice looking cock. He had her get down on the floor and deep throat his cock. Her nose tickled him when she buried it in his pubes, her tongue working the underside of his tool while her throat muscles massaged his cockhead. "Look me in the eyes when you suck my cock my dear," he directed. Rub your clitty too please," he instructed. While she continued to suck on his pole, he fondled her breasts paying particular attention to her hard nipples. He kept using is nails to pinch her nipples causing her a fair amount of pain. She didn't like it at first but grew accustomed to it. As his breathing grew more irregular, his pinching increased in both intensity and frequency. She gradually increased the pressure she was applying to her clit, her motions and pressure automatically matching the activity she felt at her breasts. She felt the cock in her throat begin to twitch and simultaneously felt Mr. Mathews clamped down on her nipples with the edge of his nail biting into her tender flesh visciously. He yelled out, "Pinch your clit, hard!" And she did, the pain in both her tits and in her crotch was intense, sending a jolt through her body that pushed her over the edge of a massive orgasm she didn't even know was coming. She shuddered and shook as the climax washed over her, the cock in her throat still surging cum down into her gullet, the nails still biting into her sensitive nipples, her own finger nails clamped onto her swollen clitty. He pulled his spent cock from her mouth and looked down into her eyes, hers never leaving his, as instructed. "How was that dear?" he asked. "That was the most amazing orgasm I've ever had," she admitted. "Kid, you have a lot to learn when it comes to pleasure, call me when you want to go be schooled on the subject," he added. With that Mr. Mathews turned her over to Big Lou. He wasn't called Big Lou for nothing, he stood 6'5" and topped around 300 pounds. He was roughly three times her size and looked every bit of it. He flopped down onto a chair and guided her to climb onto his lap. Olivia grabbed onto his cock and marveled at its girth, it took both hands to encircle the beast. "This might even be bigger than DeShawn's cock," she said aloud. "So I'm not your first brother, huh?" he inquired. "Nope, not my second either," she replied. "Maybe I should take you down to my neighborhood so you can get all the black cock you can handle?" he said. "Sure, why not," was her only reply. Big Lou didn't doubt her answer as she stroked him to full hardness and climbed up onto his cock. She felt the big tool split her pussy open as she squatted down on the ebony phallus. She wasted no time in sinking down as far as possible on the big cock. Her legs resting on his thighs, she used her strong legs to piston up and down, her clitty rubbing against his big belly with every thrust up and down. She was going to cum again and it was going to be another good one. She knew she was running out of time, the service was likely coming close to the end and she needed to be done with her next cum and with this cock before her mother came looking for her. She jacked herself up and down on 10 inch phallus with all her energy. The lubrication from the two previous loads of cum she accepted into her kitty along with her own copious secretions allowing her to speed fuck the big tool. She felt the surge of semen against her cervix as he blasted her tube with his seed, the knowledge that the Queen of the Sluts had serviced yet another man sent her over the edge yet again. The guys all wanted her again so she gave them her cell number as she hurried to put her dress back on. The "Shocker" bra instantly stimulated her breasts as she put the clasp together, keeping her arousal level going strong. She toweled off her pussy with a rag and headed back to her mother. Olivia slid back into the pew feeling much better, the egg was gone and she'd had five orgasms in less than an hour. "Are you feeling better honey?" her mother asked. "You still look flush." "I feel a world better, thanks mom," she replied. The service ended and Olivia and her mother headed for the parking lot. She spotted Elliot and Big Lou trimming a bush, and they winked at her and her mother. Olivia smiled back and her mother noticed. "Honey don't smile at those guys, it's inappropriate for men that age to be winking at a young girl like yourself, they might get the wrong idea if you smile back at them," she lectured. "The wrong idea, what like what, I might fuck them again?" she asked herself sarcastically. They drove to the mall and headed for Victoria's Secret where a nice lady helped Olivia pick out several nice bra's. Olivia wanted something sexy but within reason so she wouldn't arouse suspicion with her mother. The sales lady fit her into some 32C's but warned her that they might not fit much longer as she was already filling the C cups without much room to spare. Olivia's mother was shocked when she heard that her twelve year old daughter, who had only started wearing a B cup a few short months ago, was now filling a C cup with a D cup on the horizon. "Honey, I knew they were getting bigger but wow, that's really quite large for your age! I wonder if we should make an appointment with Dr. Sanders and see if there's anything wrong," she said. "He checked them out last week and said they were fine. But if you think I should go see him again, that's ok," she replied. "I might need more cream soon so I should keep my options open," she thought. She went into the change room to try on some new underwear and heard her cell phone buzz. She looked and saw she had four new text messages, one from Stacy wondering what the "plan" was, there was one each from Elliott and Big Lou asking her for a date, and one from Steve asking how church was and if she was enjoying the egg. "The damn egg! He'll probably check and make sure I've got it in when we get home," she thought. Might as well put it in now and get the engine revved up for whatever Steve has planned for us," she thought. She pulled the egg from her purse and slipped it up into her pussy, pushing it deep with two fingers. "We should get going honey, Aunt Rose is going to be expecting me soon," her mother called out through the change curtain. "Coming mother," she returned. "Well, not cumming yet, but I suspect I will be soon enough!" she thought. The ride home was an event, the egg coming to life shortly after they pulled out of the parking lot. Olivia was a basket case of overflowing hormones as the "shocker bra" and the egg worked her up into a frenzy, made worse by the fact that she couldn't do anything about it except sit there and boil over, her unsuspecting mother unaware that her little girl was ready to stuff just about any phallic shape into her twat just to get some relief. The Red Bull can in the drink holder looked pretty like it would do the trick according to Olivia's whacked out hormonal brain as she stared at it wondering what that would feel like, stuffing a drink can into her box? "We're home dear," her mother said as they pulled into the driveway. "Finally," Olivia thought as she had already made plans that involved her jar of cream, her new dildo and her closed bedroom door. "Hey Alfred, It's Steve, you got a minute?" he asked over the phone. "Yeah, sure. The plan's still on for tonight?" Alfred asked. "It is, but I wanted to renegotiate our deal," he stated. "What the fuck dude, we had a deal, now you wanna change the fucker, you don't wanna mess with me!" Alfred shouted into the phone. "I know, it's just that I think I sold my girls' services a little cheap, and I'll tell you why," Steve countered. "I took blondie somewhere last night and made $8,000 in a few hours with an invitation to bring her back anytime I like, and that was just for one girl, imagine what I could make with both of them? It kinda makes our deal look a little meager don't you think?" Steve asked. "Tell you what, we'll keep the original deal and if I make enough off them, I'll throw you a bone, AND I promise not to break your fucking legs for trying to change a deal, how does that sound?" Alfred asked. "Sure Al, I didn't mean to offend, I just know what these girls are capable of bringing in money-wise," he countered. "I hear ya, just remember a deal is a deal, if things go well, you'll get your money and a bonus if I'm feeling gracious," and with that, Alfred hung up. ------- Chapter 6 "Hiya Ms. Hastings," Olivia heard someone call out as she headed for her bedroom. "Hi Stacy, your timing is perfect, we just walkeded in the door," she heard her mother call out. "Olivia, Stacy is here!" her mother yelled out. "Got it mom," she replied as she found her friend waiting at the front door. "That was fast, how'd you know we'd be home now?" she asked. "It was easy, I was next door waiting for you, and having a little fun," she said with a sly smile. "Next door, with Steve, you were next door, really?" she asked as they walked into her bedroom and closed the door. "Well, yeah, I got tired of waiting to find out what the plan was for today, plus Phil had to leave and I was horny all day and ran out of things to fuck around my house so I came over here to see if Steve was available," Stacy replied as if that was the most natural thing in the world to do and say. Olivia casually reached under her dress and began rubbing her clit as she listened to the lurid tale. "Steve's not my favorite, but I didn't know how to get a hold of any of the other guys and I was afraid to fuck any more of my neighbors for fear my parents might find out," she said. Olivia's mouth dropped open at the substantial chunk of info her friend just dropped in front of her. "Wha, wha, what did you just say, wait, explain this from the start, I want to hear every gory detail, tell me what you've been up to since you left last night?" Olivia asked, shocked and amazed she had an equal counterpart in her quest to slut-dom fame. Her fingers were really going to town now, the slutty events her friend were laying out were fueling her own lust. "Well, like I told you, after I left here, I was still super horny and when I got home, I masturbated like five times in a row. I used up a lot of that cream doing it too, by the way I love how it makes you feel all tingly and sensitive, especially if you shove it into yourself!" she went on. "Yeah, I found that out too," Olivia sighed as she reached for the jar of cream. "Anyway, I needed something in me and I tried everything I could think of to use as a dick and nothing felt right so that's when I tried calling Phil to see if he wanted to come over," she said. "Wha, what did you try using as a dick?" Liv asked. "I tried a carrot, too narrow, a cucumber, that was pretty decent, really, a cob of corn, that was a bit of a squeeze, had to shuck it first of course." "Of course, naturally," Olivia mocked. "Let me see, a banana, a popsicle, that was fucking cold, but still kinda fun, my curling iron, a candle, a broom stick, and then I tried my hairbrush, you know, one of those ones with the gel handle, that was the best thing I found, next to the real thing." Olivia could used the "real thing" right about now, the egg buzzing helping her right along. "That's why after Phil couldn't get it up anymore, he switched to the hairbrush because I'd already used it for like an hour waiting for him to show up last night," she finished. "How did your parents not find out?" she asked. "Turns out they were out all night at some club and they left my Nanna in charge and she's like 80 and she's half deaf and she was asleep when I got home anyway so she had no idea I was up all night fucking," Stacy said. "Ok, what was that you were saying about your neighbor?" Olivia asked, ready to pop. "Not neighbor, neighbors, with an "s", I had a little nap after Phil left and when I woke up I was raring to go. I couldn't stand waiting to hear from you or Steve so after taking my meds, I felt rejuvenated and ready for more, so I went outside looking for an opportunity, that's when I saw my neighbor Rich outside washing his car. I put on my shortest skirt with no underwear of course, and my smallest bikini top and went over to flirt with him. I walked up to him as he was cleaning the tires and said, "Hi". I'm pretty sure he got a look at my slit because of the angle he was looking from and the fact that he was staring in that direction not looking away," Stacy went on. "It didn't take much from there to get him inside and naked on the couch. He's a bachelor and probably horny and when a little hotty like me offers herself up, he jumped at it, "it" being me," she giggled at herself. He liked my new boobs, wanna see them?" she asked. "Sure," she said, right at the edge of her orgasm. Stacy lifted up her shirt revealing actual breasts, probably size A but definitely breasts. "Here let me help you," Stacy said as she shoved three fingers into her friend's gash sending her overboard, her hips bucking against her hand. "Looked like you needed some help there," Stacy added and then continued on, her finger still buried in her friend's pussy. "Thanks," she sighed. "Anyway, after I banged Rich, I went looking for more and walked down to the playground down the street. I saw a guy walking his dog and I flashed him my pussy and he came over to talk to me," Stacy said. "We went into the porta-potty there and he banged me from behind, he even stuck his finger in my ass when I was cumming, it felt awesome," she added. Still coming down from her orgasm, Olivia asked, "you had sex in a porta-potty?" "Yeah, not too glamorous, but when you need it, you need it," she offered. Olivia knew exactly what she meant, recalling her episode with the bums in the alley, she had just finished off dozens of guys but still had a thirst for cock, just like right now. "Anyway, Steve wanted me to give you this and to put it on, he said we're going shopping before our big night out because we need a few more items," Stacy said as she pulled her fingers from Olivia pussy and reached down to grab a plastic shopping bag. Inside the bag were two identical outfits comprised of a very short denim mini-skirt and a black lace shirt, there were no panties and she was sure she that neither of them would be allowed to wear any anyways. A knock on her door and Olivia pulled down her dress and hid the plastic bag. "I'm leaving now honey, is there anything you need before I leave?" her mother asked. "Ms. Hastings, can Olivia sleep over at my house tonight, our end of school party kinda?" Stacy asked. "Yeah sure, lock the house before you leave and don't stay up to late, and don't get into trouble," she said as she closed the door and left. The skirt only extended a few short inches below Olivia's crotch, if she bent over, she'd show off all her charms for anyone to see. The black lace shirt was semi-transparent and very sexy. It hugged her body like a glove and it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra, and in the right light, you would see the outlines of her small pink nipples. While lacking Olivia's curves, Stacy looked super sexy in the outfit. "The girl would probably look good, even dressed in a sack," Olivia thought. "I don't know what Steve has planned for us, but I could use another dose of cream just in case," Stacy suggested. "Good idea," Olivia replied reaching for the jar once again. Stacy lifted the short skirt and spread her labia, pushing a large glob into her hole, trying her best to get it inside. "Here, try it this way," Olivia offered and proceeded to use the dildo to jam the glob into her friend's hole. Stacy sighed from the intrusion and her head rolled back as the cream began to absorb in, the feelings intensified as she worked to dildo in and out of her cleft. Stacy whimpered when her friend pulled the pleasurable device from her hungry snatch. Olivia repeated the procedure on her own kitty, liberally applying cream to both the inner and outer tissues before lathering the dildo and inserting it in her own pussy. She worked it around until she could feel the rush go to her head and her genitals catch on fire. "Steve said to bring the outfits you got last night with us when we come over," Stacy said. "Ok, they're in here," she said pulling out the box. Olivia showed her friend the outfits she had tried on and Stacy was drooling at the prospect of wearing such slutty clothes. She tried on a few of the bras, excited that she could now fill an A-cup. The little slut enjoyed the "Shocker" best. "Big surprise," Olivia thought. She showed her the nipple clamps, the hand cuffs, the various dildos, and finally the piercing gun. What do you suppose that's for?" she asked Stacy. "I guess for piercing your nipples," she replied. "That would explain the chains with the screw in posts," she answered. "Show me," Stacy said. The girls played with some of the toys before realizing they needed to get going. The girls spent a few minutes caking on the slut make-up to finish the look. Olivia took her evening pill, threw on her sandals and Stacy her flats, and they headed next door to find Steve. "Look at you two treats, you look good enough to eat," Steve said as he ushered them inside. "We don't have a lot of time but I imagine you might need a good fucking before we leave," Steve suggested. Steve pounded into her best friend from behind as Olivia watched, rubbing her slit waiting for her turn. Without cumming Steve pulled out of Stacy and stepped over to where Olivia was waiting, her legs already spread wide. He sunk into her moist pussy, amazed at how hot her pussy always felt, it was really something special. Stacy felt divine, but Olivia was a step above that. "I'm going to make a fortune with these two sluts," he thought as he dumped his seed into her twat. "Time to go," he stated. "Where are we going?" Stacy asked from the back seat. Olivia looked back and Stacy had her skirt, what little there was of it, hiked up around her waist, her hands buried in her crotch. Olivia was doing exactly the same thing, only she had a little extra moisture to deal with as the last of Steve's semen drained from her hole. "I told you, we're going shopping," he replied. "You ruined the look of the outfits I put together with those ugly ass shoes, that's our first stop," he added. True to his word, Steve pulled up to a shoe store, one the girls had never been to before. It wasn't a chain store like they were used to and this wasn't near the mall, this wasn't an area they were familiar with, it was kinda run down. "Come on, let's go shopping, and be friendly if you know what I mean." Steve walked his two sexy escorts into the store and the clerk just about fell over himself rushing to come to help. "Hi, welcome, can I interest you in some footwear?" he asked, his eyes glued to the front of Olivia's shirt. "Hi, my girls need some sexy shoes, can you help us out?" Steve asked. "Sh-Sure, what did you have in mind?" he asked. "High heels in a couple of colors and the stripper shoes, you know the clear platform ones, think you can fill that bill?" Steve asked. "Same thing for both girls?" he asked. "Yep." "Do you girls know your sizes, or, maybe I should measure you both first?" he stammered. The girls sat down next to each other and the clerk sat down on the bench to measure them, starting with Olivia first. He couldn't wait to take a peak up her skirt and was rewarded with a nice beaver shot as Olivia had no problems airing out her steamy pussy in front of the new possible conquest, as gross as he was. Stacy was being her normal flirty self and was trying to out-duel her friend by spreading her knees beyond accidental, trying to show off her own quim. The poor clerk had beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead as came up with every excuse he could think of to keep looking up the girls' skirts. He had them try on shoe after shoe, barely taking his eyes off their beavers. Steve had the girls walk around in their high heels so he could see how they looked in the outfits he had selected for them. Stacy looked great, but paled in comparison to the remarkable dancer's legs Olivia possessed as she walked around in the high heels. The heels accented the natural shape and musculature in her calves making her look spectacular. "I think we're done here girls," Steve said, the look of disappointment evident on the clerks face. "I'll go ring these up for you then," the clerk said. "Let's talk," Steve said throwing his arm around the clerk's should and walking him over to the counter. The girls looked on as Steve bartered their pussys to the clerk in exchange for their new shoes. "Those heels make you look so fucking hot," Stacy said. "Your legs are amazing," she added. "You look pretty damn good yourself," Olivia said. "I'm so horny right now, I'd fuck anything with a cock," Stacy said. "What do you mean by any thing?" she asked. "Exactly what I said, if it even looks like a cock, I'd fuck it," she replied. "Oh good, I thought you meant like an animal or something," Olivia answered. "Hmmm, never thought of that, but now that you mention it, that's a whole other world to consider," Stacy replied. "You're scaring me now," she said laughing at her friend's sluttiness. "Come on girls, you have some merchandise to pay for," Steve announced as the clerk locked the front door. Despite the fact that the clerk wasn't exactly a prize, he knew how to fuck and pounded both of them well, starting with Stacy first. He only lasted about five minutes in her tight twat before dumping his seed into her warm cave. "Sit in that chair with your legs up the air, I want my cum to stay in you as long as possible," he instructed the freshly fucked Stacy. He wanted to save the best for last and Olivia Hastings was definitely the best. Kneeling on the floor, she deep-throated him to hardness, feeling the veiny shaft swell through her efforts. He pulled his turgid member from her mouth and bent her over a nearby display table, sinking into her steamy hole. Ten minutes of hard thrusting and the young slut was rewarded with another load of cum in her dreamy tunnel. "Can the girls eat the cream pies from each other?" the clerk asked. "Sure, just tell them what you want them to do," Steve answered. "You blondie, lay back with your head on this stool," he said pointing to an inclined stool used for trying oh shoes. "Keep your legs up in the air like your friend did while I was fucking you, don't let my cum leak out" he instructed. "And you," he said, referring to Stacy, "stand over her and let her eat the cum from your twat," he directed. Olivia watched as a stringer of cum slowly slipped out of her friends vagina, she opened her mouth and let it slip in. She repeated the technique as two more globs slipped from the pussy just inches from her mouth. Olivia grabbed her friend's hips and pulled the inviting slit down onto her waiting mouth. Olivia feasted on the delicious combination of pussy juice and semen before latching onto her friends' hidden clitty, working her tongue around the little bud. Stacy moaned as Olivia licked her towards orgasm. Stacy lifted up her shirt so she could pinch the super sensitive nipples on her newly formed breasts. The swellings were shaping into some very cute baby feeders. "Alright, that's enough, switch it up, this is about you girls eating cum, not getting each other off," the clerk instructed. Olivia wasted no time burying her soggy hole on her friend's face, pulling her labia open and giving her friend a semen face wash. Olivia hadn't cum yet and really wanted to get off. She reached down and rubbed her clit while impaling her pussy on her friend's tongue. "That's enough, like the man said, you're eating cum, not getting off, now finish up and let's get going," Steve barked. With cum shots freshly eaten from their twats, the girls strutted out of the store in their new shoes. Neither girl had cum yet and they were primed and ready to go as they climbed into Steve's car. "So, did you like the scrap books I sent you girls this morning?" Steve asked referring to the pictures and videos of the girls fucking. "That was awesome," Stacy said with enthusiasm from the back seat. I love the idea of a scrap book, I want to have a picture of every guy I ever fuck so I can keep track of them all, because I plan on fucking a lot of guys!" she added. "I can't believe I've fucked 10 guys since yesterday!" Stacy shouted. "Olivia, how many have you fucked since yesterday?" he asked. "Uhhh, well, since yesterday, that includes today right?" she asked. "Yep." "Well there was sixty-eight yesterday, and that guy there made seven today, so seventy-five since yesterday," she concluded. "Is that some kind of record?" she asked. "I have no idea, but I'd love to see you try and break it," he suggested. "By the way, who were the other six from today?" Stacy asked with a hint of jealousy since she'd only had five today. "I was really horny at church and was heading to the bathroom to masturbate when I saw this guy come out of the maintenance room with a boner, he saw me and headed back into the room, so I followed him. I was just finishing up with him when the rest of the ground crew came in and fucked me too, that made five, and if you add Steve and the store clerk, that's seven," Olivia added. "I have some serious catching up to do, Steve, can you help a girl out?" asked Stacy. "I'll do my best," he replied. The next stop was a clothing store. "You girls need more everyday slutty clothes and this is the place to get them," he stated. Steve ushered the girls in the door and within seconds, every pair of male eyes were glued to the gorgeous pair. Steve did all the picking as the girls just carried the articles he picked out for them. He grabbed short skirts, micro miniskirts, short shorts, spandex shorts, several string bikinis, tiny tops, see-through shirts, low cut shirts, midriff shirts, skimpy halter tops, a few sexy strapless dresses and a number of g-strings. Steve had the girls try on most of the articles right in the middle of the store with a crowd surrounding the small group. The onlookers were ogling the beautiful bodies on display. Steve watched the crowd grow as the girls twirled around performing an impromptu sexy fashion show. The male employees were going crazy at the display, the females were split, most watched with amusement, the others disgusted by the show. The male customers were jostling to get a better view when Steve announced the show was over. A loud groan rose up from the disappointed crowd. "Settle down, we can offer a private showing if you would like?" he offered. The number of nodding heads had Steve convinced he was going to earn some serious cash tonight. Taking a cue from the previous night, Steve said, "we have some clothing to pay for and we're a little short on funds, we're accepting donations in exchange for a little personal time alone with the girls. The highest bidder gets first crack followed by the next bidder in line, etc... ," he said. "Meet us out behind the store if you are interested," he finished. The girls dropped all the new clothing on the counter and followed Steve out the door, along with the entire male staff and the majority of the male customers, even a few of the women followed. The girls pulled off their shirts revealing what their tight lacy shirts only outlined. They left their skirts on because it looked really sexy when matched with the black spike heels, as they welcomed their first donors. The highest bidder paid Steve his $500 bid and selected Stacy over Olivia, saying he liked her less developed girly figure better. He had Stacy lean over with her hands on the trunk lid of Steve's car, as he lifted her skirt and sunk his tool, a few inches at a time, into her smooth slit. The second guy accepted his consolation prize and did the same with Olivia. Steve stopped the action after he had pocketed nearly two thousand dollars over the cost of the clothing. Stacy was determined to make up for lost ground over her busier friend and fucked each donor with enthusiasm trying to out-do her best friend, which she managed to do. "How many was that Steve?" Stacy asked. "Check for yourself," he said as he handed his cell phone over revealing the pictures he had snapped. "I got fourteen!" she shouted with glee. Olivia had eleven but she wasn't as interested in how many she had, she was more interested in satisfying her lust and she didn't care if it took one lover to do it, or one hundred, just as long as she fulfilled her endless need for orgasms. "Now where are we off to?" Stacy asked. "We're going to Alfred's place of business," he replied. "What does he do and what do we have to do?" Olivia asked. "Another fashion show, of sorts, that's what the outfits you brought with you are for," he replied. "Awesome, those outfits are soo hot!" Stacy answered. They pulled up to a non-descript brick building and pulled into the full parking lot. There was nothing outside to suggest what was on the inside, but they were about to find out. Steve met Alfred at the back door and they ushered the girls inside. It was dimly lit and they could hear loud music blaring somewhere inside. Alfred walked the girls through several rooms before they ended up and a room resembling a dressing room. They saw various costumes hanging up and a few girls in the act of changing their costumes. They looked at the two identically dressed girls and glared at them. One of them, a brunette that looked like she was in her mid twenties called out "ain't you girls a little young to be working here? How old are you girls anyway?" she asked. "They're eighteen and shut the fuck up bitch, I ain't paying you to ask fuckin' questions, I pay you to ride laps and show off yer shit, now get the fuck out there and make me some fuckin monay!" he shouted at the woman. She quickly finished dressing and headed out the door at the other end of the room, giving the girls one last evil eye. "Never mind her, she just old and dried up, you girls are her competition and that ain't even fair!" Alfred said. "Here's what you girls is gonna do," he continued. "Go out there on the stage and dance a few songs, the first one you just dance around and act all flirty." "You should be good at that Stace!" Olivia said. "The second song you take off your top and show them your g-string, you do have a g-string?" he asked raising Olivia's skirt and seeing her bare muff. "Uh, huh," she sighed as Alfred stroked her kitty. "Then the third song you take it all off and show off the goods, roll around on the stage, show off your pussy's, you know get the guys wanting more, then the business starts," he added. "Once the guys see what you have to offer, they'll either want a lap dance or they'll want to take you into the VIP room, that's where the fun is," Alfred said. "What's a lap dance?" Olivia asked. "You'll see when you go out there, but I suspect that you'll spend most of your time in the VIP room. Lap dances on the floor are twenty bucks a song and the guys aren't allowed to touch, in the VIP room, anything goes for a price. After you're done with one guy, go back out onto the floor and walk around and flirt with the guys, that's how you'll get more customers. Every half-hour or hour, depending on how busy you are, you'll go back on stage and show off again, any questions?" Alfred asked. Both girls looked at each other and realized they were about to become professional strippers, Stacy was grinning from ear to ear. Alfred waited until the skanky ho on stage was before sending the girls out with the outfits they wore in, complete with g-strings of course. It was the first time Olivia had worn anything even resembling underwear in two or three days, she couldn't actually remember it had been so long. It felt strangely uncomfortable, not because the flimsy material went up her ass cheeks, but because she had grown to enjoy the natural feeling of not wearing any, and the easy access to her pussy when the situation demanded it. And the situation had demanded it an awful lot lately. They made it through the awkward stage of being watched by every pair of eyes in the place and even managed to dance to the song with rhythm. Olivia's years of dance training automatically kicking in as she swung her hips and twirled around, the short denim skirt flying up revealing her perfect ass and amazing legs. Stacy held her own, although she wasn't the most coordinated girl in the world. The second song came on and the girls began to strip off their shirts, a round of applause going up when Olivia's breasts popped free of the tight shirt. Stacy's pointy breasts looked slightly larger than what they'd even been this morning. Stacy looked like she was loving every second of the attention she was receiving. Olivia couldn't argue because her pussy was practically dripping as she looked out at the sea of men, all wanting her, and they could have her, the Queen of the Sluts was open for business. The third song came on and Stacy couldn't wait to strip off her remaining clothes, showing off her slit with her legs spread wide. Olivia didn't need to be quite as daring, she was just enjoying showing off the sexy way she could move, using her dancing skills as she put on a show for the men lusting for her. The third song ended and the girls went off stage not sure of what to do next. Alfred instructed the girls to put their outfits back on a go work the floor. Stacy had only made it to the first table before she was grabbed and asked to go into the VIP lounge. Olivia fared the same fate as she was being escorted up the stairs to the VIP area. Stacy was asked to give a special lap dance to her gentleman and she proceeded to climb up onto his lap and grind her pussy down onto his crotch. The g-string she was wearing was quickly soaked through from her secretions. She played with the outline of his cock with her hands while he fondled her little tits through the lacy material. "I really want to fuck you right now," she whispered in his ear as she ground her pussy down onto his erect member. "You're one hot little number missy, I'm not sure that's worth the $300 it'll cost," he replied. Shocked that they would charge the man that much, and eager to get a cock into her pussy, she whispered back "I'll make it worthwhile." She grabbed his hand and shoved it under her skirt pressing it up against her g-string covered pussy. She pulled the flimsy material aside so he could have full access to her charms. He gently stroked up and down her puffy slit marveling at its smoothness. "Nice shave job sweetheart, I don't feel any stubble at all," he commented. She stopped grinding for a second and looked him in the eye, "I don't shave, I'm only twelve, I don't have any hair yet down there." The guy just about shot his load right there, "you can't be serious?" "Sure am, are you gonna fuck me or what?" she asked again. "Hell yeah," he said as he started unbuckling his pants. Stacy helped him pull down his pants and his member needed no help and she pulled the g-string to the side and slid down onto his pole. "Oh, my God that feels incredible," he sighed. "I've never fucked a twelve year old before," he repeated as she began to ride up and down on his hard shaft. "I'm going to tell all my friends downstairs your age and I'm sure they're going to want to get a piece of you too!" he said. "My friend Olivia's twelve too," she cooed into his ear as she rode him like a pony. "The hot blond with the big tits is twelve too! Oh, wow, please tell me this isn't your only engagement here?" "I hope not," she moaned as he drove her pussy down once again onto his hard cock. Her orgasm was fast approaching as she ground her clitty into his pubes. "Can I play with your tits?" he asked. Stacy had been waiting years almost, waiting for someone to ask her to pay with her tits, because as of two days ago, she didn't have any. "Ahh, the wonders of modern medicine," she thought as the anonymous guy pinched her nipples sending her over the edge. Olivia had equal success with her date, only she didn't have to convince him to have sex with her, he wanted to plant his tool in her the second he saw her dancing so sexily around the stage. Her athletic grace and her gorgeous looks would have sealed the deal, but the amazing tits and blond pubic patch sent any hesitation scurrying away. He had to have her no matter what the cost, and it was worth every penny as she rode up and down on his cock. Her steamy pussy felt so hot, and she was so wet that her pussy made a squelching sound every time she slammed her pussy down on his cock. He would remember this night forever. He was doing everything is his power not to cum too soon, he wanted the moment to last. She grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts and whispered "pinch my nipples, hard." And with that she came on his cock, her hips grinding down as hard as she could, trying to get every last inch of his cock into her insatiable pussy. She spasmed repeatedly, her pussy muscled contracting around his flesh pole as he thought of every non-erotic thing he could think of to keep from cumming in her pussy just yet. Desperate not to cum, he reached under the gorgeous girl and grabbed his nut sack and yanked hard, thus temporarily delaying his orgasm. Olivia had never seen anything like that before, she didn't understand, she thought guys always wanted to cum in her pussy. "They could always have seconds," she thought. Not appreciating that this was all about the money she set out to get his cum this time with no delays. She doubled her efforts and shoved her tits in his face, urging him to suckle her nipples. She whispered "cum in my pussy, please?" and that's when the dam broke. His seed came surging out blasting her cervix firing shot after shot of ropy cum. Olivia felt the pulsation and she called out "bite my nipple!" as he clamped down on the hard little bud. She had another orgasm instantly, it's induction caused by both the pain in her nipple and the sensation of his cum firing into her precious pussy. Only the Queen of the Sluts could cum just from being cummed into. "I just have to know one thing," he said as she climbed off his wilting cock, her large tits still right in his face. "Uh, huh, what do you want to know?" she asked. "I mean I know you look young, and you couldn't possibly be in here if you were underage, but how old are you?" he asked. "I'm twelve, but don't let the age fool you, I'm Queen of the Sluts," she announced. With that, she walked away looking for her next conquest. The girls took a short break after their first hour working. Olivia returned to the dressing room to change outfits and slather on some of her cream, and found Stacy and Alfred bent over the change table, his cock slipping in and out of her gash. "Hi Liv, Alfred was just helping me get some of our cream inside my kitty," Stacy grunted, as Alfred pushed deep into her pussy. "Here, try it yourself," she said passing the jar over. Olivia scooped out a large dollop of cream and began rubbing it into her slit, trying her best to get it inside her pussy. "Here, let me help you with that," DeShawn said. "DeShawn, what are you doing here?" Olivia asked, delighted to see him and his thick tool. "I work here as a bouncer and I saw you out on the floor and was hoping I'd get a chance to see you," he said, slathering a fist full of cream onto his cock. Leaning the beautiful blond over the change table next to her friend, he slipped into her pussy sliding all the way in. "Ooof," she grunted, as his thick meat missile split her open. He began a casual stroking motion sliding in and out of Olivia's snug and slippery hole, in no hurry to get himself off, just enjoying the delicious feel of her twat. The cream was starting to kick in and both Stacy and Olivia were euphoric and lightheaded, the sensations emanating from their pussy's building as the spiked cream absorbed into their bodies. "Hey bro, you feel that?" DeShawn asked as his cock started tingling and the effects of the drugs started kicking in. "Feel what, this tasty pussy riding my cock?" Alfred asked. "No, seriously, I rubbed that cream on my dick and it's tingling, my whole body feels like I just took a hit of meth," DeShawn replied. "Try it yourself," he said. Alfred pulled out of Stacy's quim and slathered his tool with the cream before slamming it back in. A few minutes later he looked at his friend and said, "Yeah, I think you're right. Hey girls, how'd ya think of spiking your pussy cream with crystal meth?" Alfred asked. "Huh, what are you talking about? That's medicated cream my doctor prescribed for me," Olivia stated. "Well, I dunno about prescribed, but it definitely has meth in it," DeShawn said. "What's meth?" Stacy asked. "It's something you can take to make yourself feel good," Alfred answered. "Like drugs?" Olivia asked. "Well, yeah, I'm positive that what's in the cream," Alfred said. "Do you want to try some straight without the cream?" Alfred asked. Olivia looked at Stacy, a little unsure after finding out that the ingredient in their cream that they loved so much, was an illegal drug. It felt so good and made sex amazing, her orgasms were wickedly strong when she had just applied the cream. "Would it feel the same?" Olivia asked. "Better," DeShawn answered. "Really, let's try it!" Stacy said. "Ok," nodded Olivia. Alfred looked at DeShawn and grinned, he knew that once they got their hands on this stuff, they'd want more, then they'd be hooked and he could bypass Steve altogether and have them all to himself. "Be right back," he said and pulled his pud from Stacy's hot sleeve. "The ho's in my crib take this up the ass and they call it a booty blast, you want it there or in your pussy?" he asked. "You could snort it or smoke it if you want too, it's up to you?" Alfred asked. "Definitely in my pussy," Stacy purred. Olivia just nodded. Alfred used a drinking straw and filled up the end, the stuck the end in Stacy's pussy and puffed the powder into her slit. The meth hit her right away and she felt like she had stuck her finger in an electrical socket, her body was on fire she was ready to go. Her hormones and horniness from the drugs kicked her into overdrive. Alfred repeated the procedure on Olivia and watched her melt down like her friend. "No go on out there and make me some money," he said slapping Olivia in the ass and ushering her out the door. The girls marched out into the sea of testosterone intent claiming the men as their own, each tryong to outdo the other, for their own reasons. Stacy was bound and determined to out-fuck her friend as she saw her budding sexuality vs. her friend as a contest and the contest was to fuck as many guys as she possibly could, well at least more than her friend. Olivia was different, with her it was all about satiating her lust which was boundless, she would fuck as many cocks as it took to get her closer to her goal. The girls hit the floor in their school-girl outfits complete with very short plaid skirts. Neither had bothered to put their g-strings on after Alfred had shot the white powder into the pussies, it just got in the way. The girls went on the hunt searching for prey. Olivia found herself sitting in the lap of a grey-haired man who was obsessed with her ripe titties. She glanced over and saw Stacy sitting in a group of young college guys, one of them sawing his fingers in and out of her pussy. The grey-haired guy took Olivia to the VIP room and proceeded to fuck her in the ass. As Olivia returned downstairs she passed Stacy heading towards the VIP room with four of the college guys in tow. "Hmmm, never thought about a group deal," Olivia thought. Several hours later and countless men later, the girls found themselves being marched into the dressing room by Alfred. "Hey girls, I guess the word is out on you two, we got some important VIP's coming in to see you," he said. The girls weren't really paying much attention to what he was saying, they were high and horny and only wanted to keep up with their libidos. "Clean up your twats and make yourselves look good, the special VIP's should be here any minute," he continued. The girls changed into the shiny black boustier outfit, with the tight shiny leggings and donned a pair of black high heels each. The shiny black split-crotch underwear seemed more of a nuisance, but it completed the outfit so they put them on. The brushed their hair and fixed up their makeup, Stacy was a makeup whizz and touched up Olivia's face giving her movie star-quality looks. The slutty looking outfit made her the perfect wet dream. Stacy was no slouch herself as she looked at her face in the mirror, he medically enhanced bosom peaking out over the top of the boustier. "Let's go girls, your guests are waiting," Alfred yelled out. The girls were led into a room they hadn't seem yet, it was very lush and luxurious with soft couches and benched scattered around the room. The first thing they noticed were the number of guys and how large they all appeared. Some of them actually looked somewhat familiar. "Girls, I give you the starting offense for the New Orleans Saints football team," Alfred announced as he ushered the girls in. "Fellas, your team manager has arranged for you to enjoy these two girls for the next few hours, have fun." Alfred went in to check on the girls after the first hour and walked in to a vision of Olivia being speared in both holes by two large offensive linemen, she had nearly seven hundred pounds of man flesh pounding into her holes. She was moaning and groaning as sparks shot through her body from the assault on her senses. Her legs were wrapped as far as they could go around the black stallion in front of her while a seemingly equally large man pounded into her rectum. Her large tits squashed between her body and the massive chest she was clinging onto. She had lost count of how many of the men she had already fucked and how many times she had cum, but the drugs Alfred had given her and her raging hormones told her she wasn't anywhere near finished. Olivia looked over and saw her friend Stacy laying chest first on one of the padded benches, her knees resting on the floor while a man who looked like Reggie Bush pounded into her from behind. Another man was feeding her his sausage in her mouth and it looked like she was beginning to get the hang of deep throating. It was shortly after 1 am when the team's manager came in and broke up the party saying it was time for them to leave. The girls had been at it with the football players for more than two hours and they needed a break. Grab something to eat and clean yourselves up, you're due to go on stage in 15 minutes Alfred informed them. "That was so awesome," Stacy commented as she stripped off what was left of the shiny outfit, the leggings were coated in cum from the endless stream coming from her pussy. Olivia faired the same as a river of cum flowed from both her pussy and her asshole. The guys especially liked fucking her ass, a couple of them even titty fucked her, coating her chest with their fluid. Alfred had brought in some steaming hot towels for them to wipe themselves down with, and the warmth felt awesome. It reminded them of the warmth they felt from the cream and from the white powder Alfred had blown up their pussies, the effects of which were starting to wane. "Can we have some more of the meth Alfred?" Olivia asked. "If you girls agree to work for me, I'll keep you in all the meth you need, and I got other stuff that you'll like even better," he said as he broke out the baggy of powder. "Work for you, how?" Stacy asked. "Just like you're doing now, sometimes here, sometimes where I tell you to go, I'd be like your personal manager," he said. Craving both the drug and the amazing sexual release she got from it, Olivia would have given anything for a steady supply of it. "I'm in," She said. "Me too, Stacy said. Not to be outdone by her friend. "Good, you want some more then?" he asked. "Yes!" said both girls simultaneously. Another blast up their twats and both girls were back, hard at work. Nearing closing time, Olivia wandered back down to the floor after fucking her last guy, "how many was that now?" she wondered. She strolled around, seeing a few faces she recognized from the VIP lounge, ones that had either fucked her or her friend Stacy, or some that had banged some of the other skankier women, settling for them because she was too busy. Someone grabbed her wrist and said, "Hello darling, wanna keep me company?" In her high state, Olivia said "sure babe anything you want, anything." Looking up she saw it was Mr. Fletcher, her principal. "Oh, shit!" she thought, looking for somewhere to run to. She attempted to run, but he had a firm grasp on her arm. "Now where do you think you're going?" he asked as he guided her down onto his lap. "It seems we have a bit of a situation here don't we my dear?" he stated more than asked. "I would think it's a safe bet your mother doesn't know you're here, isn't that right?" he asked as he rubbed his hand up her supple thigh. "No sir," she replied, feeling the repulsive man's hand stroke up her thigh aiming towards her crotch. "Well then, I think we have what they call a conundrum, do you know what that means?" he asked, as his hand went further up her leg until it finally rested up against her pussy. "No sir?" she repeated, feeling his hand begin to stroke along her slit. "Well what I mean is, do I call your mother and let her know her little girl is working in a strip bar fucking guys in the back room, or do we come to an agreement?" he asked as his fingers began probing into her girlhood. "Ohh, what agreement?" she asked as he sunk two fingers into her steamy twat, the sensation eliciting the desire she had felt all night long. She hated herself for reacting to his touch, but her hormones and the drugs easily defeated any attempts she could mount to resist the feeling. She moaned as he manipulated her clitty and stroked her vagina, marveling at its smooth hairless pussy lips as he rubbed up and down. "Here's what's going to happen, I own your future, you'll do what I say when I say it or I call your mother," he said as he pumped his fingers into her cleft. "I'm going to fuck you anytime I want, you'll be at my beckon call, you'll be my little toy," he added as he felt a grip of steel close around the back of his neck. "Aghhh," he cried out as Alfred clamped down in his neck with his powerful fist. "Is there a problem here sweet thing?" he asked as he held the man's life in his grasp. "He's my principal and he was threatening me," she said. "Let go of me, I'll call the cops, this girl is underaged!" he tried screaming as he felt himself on the verge of blacking out from the death grip he felt around his neck. "Now we don't want to do that, do we?" Alfred asked watching as the man's eyes starting rolling back in his head. Releasing his grip, the man slowly returned back to a conscious state. "Here's what's going to happen, we'll work out a little compromise, and understand this, I don't negotiate so you'll accept my deal or else I'll have one of my boys break both your legs," Alfred stated. "You seem to think my girl here owes you something so here's what I'll do, you get to go upstairs with her, but you pay full price, and after that, you don't bother her ever again or my boys come pay you a visit, understand?" Alfred offered. "I, I think that will be ok," he stammered. Olivia was repulsed that she had to service her disgusting principal. It wasn't that he smelled, or was ugly, she'd been with far worse over the last few days and had enjoyed they sex they offered. She recalled all the orgasms she had experienced with the bums in the ally, their filthy cocks stabbing into her sensitive loins, the desire she had felt for the faceless cocks they stuffed into her, the orgasms she had as a result. No, this was different, he was repulsive in a creepy way, he leered at all the girls in school and they all collectively hated him for it. Maybe that was it, because he wanted all the girls in the way she was about to be with him. Maybe because he didn't want just her, he wanted all the girls. "Naw, don't try to rationalize it Liv, he's just creepy as hell," she thought. "He had a sinister edge to him, like he had girls chained up in his basement type creepy, yeah that was it," she realized, he had an evil edge to him. She had no choice though, Alfred had already closed the deal for his cooperation to leave her alone, so she had to do this. "He's just like any guy I've been with tonight, and the previous nights," she thought, treat him like that, as she eased his zipper down. "Lift your butt she said as his pants came down revealing his semi-erect cock. It was decent size she thought. "Just focus on the dick," she thought as she engulfed it in her mouth, using her tongue to play with it. It reacted immediately going from flaccid to hard very quickly, the pole becoming larger than she expected. It was a good eight inches long and thinker than average, "if this was attached to anyone else, I'd really be enjoying this," she thought as she sucked him off. He stood and let her take his member into her throat, enjoying the girl's abilities. "She really is something, I'll have to figure out some way to get my claws into her without jumbo the pimp finding out," he thought. Olivia's expertise in the field of cock sucking was paying off as the man's breathing was becoming irregular, his knees starting to shake. He reached down and grabbed onto her nipples as she continued sucking him off. Her tongue was snaking around his shaft as his cock head passed repeatedly into her throat, his orgasm impending. Olivia felt the cock swell as it fired straight down her throat, shot after shot of her principal's seed, her nose pressed up against his pubes, the curly hairs tickling her nose. "Keep it in there Olivia, I want you to suck me hard again so I can stick it in your pussy," he said. She felt his cock start to shrivel as she toyed with his cock using her tongue. "It's hard to do much else with the entire thing lodged in your throat," she thought, as she felt a familiar sensation in her throat. "He's pissing down my throat!" she realized at the same time he clamped down on her nipples with his fingers. She spontaneously orgasmed and couldn't stop herself from doing so. She shuddered around the cock in her throat and instinctively pinched her clitty to sustain the orgasm, a fact noticed by her principal. "The girl orgasms from pain and humiliation, that's good to know," he thought as he felt his cock coming back to life. He waited until her she stopped spasming to pull his hard cock from her mouth. "Alright my dear, on the couch on your back, legs in the air," he ordered. Olivia complied and spread her toned legs giving her pussy over to the man. He pushed his large cock into her steamy hole, amazed by its tightness and warmth. It was like heaven with a blond fur patch over it, as he pumped into her gash. He was going to do this right and make her beg for it, as he slowed his pace down and let her feel every inch as it slowly extricated itself and then slowly pushed back inside. He teased her clit as her orgasm built higher. She was so close and knew she could go at any second when she felt him pull out completely leaving her on the edge. "Suck me again," he ordered. She took him back into her mouth as her hands instinctively went to her crotch to try and get her needed release. He knocked her hands away, not allowing her to pleasure herself. He returned his cock to her pussy and slid in getting a satisfying moan from the girl. He rubbed her clitty as he stroked into her hungry tunnel getting her closer again to her orgasm, only to be denied again. He continued the sexual torture several more times before he tired of the game and the girl's whining for her release. He stopped he rubbing of her clit as his own orgasm swept over him and he dumped his seed into her slit, at the same time pinching her clitty sending her over the edge. Olivia had needed that cum badly, the asshole had tortured her repeatedly, keeping her from cumming until finally granting her the desperately needed release. Of course it had been a big one, they all were, but this one was somehow tainted because of who had given it to her, and the manner in which he controlled her getting it. Mr. Fletcher had her clean his cock off with her mouth and then winked at her and left. It was late, nearly three in the morning when Alfred kicked the last of the customers out, Stacy was disappointed as she was still going strong and wanted more. She was happy when she found out the bouncers had last dibs on the girls and she got a few more cocks before it was time to go. Steve had was tired of waiting to take the girls home. He busted his nut into Olivia because Stacy was busy riding DeShawn's tool, her slit finally able to take his monster cock. Alfred was happy, his VIP lounge manager had given him the totals and the girls had made him a large chunk of coin. "So, do you girls want the box scores?" he asked, seeing Stacy's eyes light up. "Stacy, you were one busy whore, you fucked 48 customers tonight," he announced to her disappointment. "Olivia, you had 41," he commented. It didn't bother Olivia how many guys she had been with, she had cum dozens of times and that's what drove her. Stacy just wanted to out-fuck her friend, but she had cum a few dozen times herself and she was about to have another one as she rode up and down on DeShawn's cock, her hand rubbing her slit furiously. Olivia seeing her friend desperately trying to achieve orgasm, grabbed her by the nipples and squeezed hard sending her friend over the edge, watching as the girl with the new boobs shuddered through her orgasm. "That makes fifty-four including the bouncers she announced." Steve left with his girls, each with a little baggy of meth, courtesy of Alfred. Alfred had considered Steve's request for more money and handed him an envelope with cash in it. Steve thought he would count it in the car as they drove home. Olivia was in the passenger seat absently stroking her pussy, she never seemed to tire of doing that these days. Stacy was in the back with her legs splayed open, two fingers jammed inside. "Hey Liv, how many did you fuck yesterday sixty-eight was it?" Stacy asked. "Uh, yeah, that was the number," she replied. "By my calculation, the five from this morning, the guys from the clothing store and the show clerk make fifteen, and the guys from the club and the bouncers makes fifty-four, that's seventy-three, I beat your record!" Stacy shouted. "You wanna add to that record?" Steve asked. "Sure thing, I'm ready to go!" she said as she stuck her finger into her baggy of meth, coating it and then inserting it into her pussy. "Anything in particular?" he asked. "Nope, I'll take anything," she said. "Ok, there's an after-hours bar a few streets up, but it's a biker bar, you interested?" he asked. "Yeah!" she shouted. Steve pulled up to the bar and they were surprised to see as many bikes as there were still there. Olivia opted to stay in the car as she stroked her still fiery pussy, feeling uneasy about the place. Steve led Stacy in wearing the outfit she had left the house in, sans panties of course and immediately every guy in the bar stopped and looked at her. Stacy walked up to one of the pool tables and grabbed the cue ball from a large bald man who was about to shoot, "Hey handsome, you wanna fuck?" she asked. Stacy was spread out on the pool table naked except for her high heels, taking cock after cock and loving every second of it. She had a constant flow of guys between her legs as one cock after another split her open. She also had a steady stream of guys of guys sticking their cocks in her mouth. In the car, Olivia had tried the powder using the same method Stacy had, coating her finger and then inserting it into her pussy. The effect was almost immediate, the rush going to her head, her senses heightened, her body felt alive again, the tiredness of the long hours and all the fucking gone. She rubbed her pussy until she orgasmed in the passenger seat. She sighed as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her pussy felt empty, she had enjoyed the stuffed feeling all night long and now here she was alone in the car in God new where, and no one to fuck her. Olivia entered the bar and saw a huge crowd gathered in the back corner. She saw Steve standing there watching with an amused look on his face. "What's so funny?" she asked him. Steve was a little startled to see Olivia standing there, but answered "Stacy wanted more cock, and I think she's getting all she can handle now!" he said. "There's two of them," someone shouted noticing a similar clad girl with her ass cheeks hanging out. Olivia was grabbed and thrown down onto an adjacent table and her clothes quickly removed. The first cock speared into her flesh and she sighed as the familiar sensation brought a welcomed smile to her face. Steve dragged the two girls out of the bar as the sun was coming up, both girls had taken on the bikers several times over. Both girls were exhausted and need some rest. From the back seat Steve heard Stacy ask "how many was that?" "Unbelievable," Steve thought, more than 12 hours straight fucking and all she wants to know is how many? Wow, I need to get this girl making me some money before her uterus falls out! "Well, it was hard to tell, a lot of those guys looked alike but my best guess is that there were between 30 and 40 of them," he said. "Wow, that's gotta be a new record!" she shouted from the back seat, her twat still leaking cum from the horde of cocks she had just been stabbed with. "What record?" he asked. "There's porn stars that have taken on over a hundred guys at a time so what you did ain't no record," he added. "Awwwww, I was hoping it was some kind of record or something," she whined. "All that work and no record," she cried. "Look if it makes you feel any better, at the rate you're going, you'll have had sex with more partners that Wilt Chamberlain," Steve said. "Who's that?" Stacy asked. "He's a pro basketball player who claims to have had sex with more than 20,000 women in his career," he responded. "I want to beat his record," they heard come from the back seat as Stacy drifted off to sleep. "Hey, you want to dump her in the alley and give the bums at shot at her while she's out?" Steve asked. "You don't mean leave her there do you?" Olivia questioned. "No, just let them have a go with her and then we'll throw her back in the car and then go home." "Yeah, let's do it" Olivia said with a mischievous grin on her face. Steve pulled up the same alley Olivia had been in the previous night and stopped the car. Olivia laid out the blanket and Steve carried the sleeping Stacy from the car and rested her on the blanket. Steve pulled her skirt up to her waist and Olivia pulled up her shirt revealing her proud boobies. They really had grown, the used to be just a set nipples, now they were A cups that seemed to be heading towards B's. Steve and Olivia returned to the car where he dropped her onto his cock while they waited for the bums to find her. Olivia welcomed the familiar organ and began stroking up and down on it. "Hey Liv, Al gave me some good reefer, you wanna light one up?" he asked. "You bet," she replied as she enjoyed the feel of his shaft as she rode up and down. Steve had just finished rolling the joint when the first bum noticed the half naked girl in the alley and went over to check her out. He looked around and saw Steve and Olivia watching. They two yelled out "Fuck her brains out, she wants it!" The homeless man wasted no time in dropping between her legs and pulling out his cock. It looked like it hadn't been washed in years and Olivia was getting off watching the filthy man stick his cock into her friend. Steve and Olivia were finishing off the joint when they saw more bums showing up to get in line to fuck the hapless girl. Olivia was turned on by the display as the third bum was pulling his spent cock from Stacy's well used hole. She didn't know why but she wanted to jump out of the car and yell "fuck my pussy, not hers!" But the feel of Steve's cock sawing into her pussy felt too good for her to move, but still, the urge was there. A few of the bums recognized Olivia from the previous night and called her out. She looked at Steve with a pleading look in her eye and he said "fine go on, I know you need it." Olivia sprinted over to the crowd and ripped off her shirt and hiked up her skirt. The first guy to get his hands on her pushed his stinky, funk-covered cock into her mouth and she loved it. She washed the filth from his tool relishing the bitter acrid taste knowing that she was taking care of those who lusted for her, she felt it was her duty as the Queen of the Sluts to please those that worshipped her. She felt hands on the back of her hips and felt a gritty cock enter her love nest, her pussy washing the filth from the newcomer's cock. She was in heaven, it was her gift to her flock, to cleanse their bodies with her own. She took their filthy cocks into her wanton holes. She denied none of them, she used her mouth, pussy and ass to clean them and to slake their lust. She deep-throated cock after cock, even begging some of them to piss down her throat. She was rewarded with several golden showers, and even a few of them pissed on her, she loved it. Steve was thoroughly disgusted by the act but still figured he'd fuck her once he had her cleaned up. The bums had begun to scatter as the sun rose to full brightness. The bums had chosen Olivia over the passed out Stacy and had only used her when the lineup for Olivia had been too long to wait. Steve had captured the moment for posterity with is camera phone, his memory card almost full from the sheer number of guys the girls had fucked throughout the evening and morning. Steve picked up the cum coated Stacy and threw her, still wrapped in the blanket, into the back seat. Olivia returned to the passenger seat, scooping the cum out of her pussy and swallowing it down, her strange need to attend to her people still pushing her actions. Steve figured it was a combination of the drugs, exhaustion and whatever else her doctor had given her, because frankly her behavior although fantastically sexy to even the most debauched individuals, went way beyond anything normal. Steve made it home and carefully carried both girls down into the basement, Olivia falling asleep shortly before they reached his house. Both girls were splayed out on the couch and fast asleep. As tempting as it would have been to sink his bone into both girls, he needed sleep too and crashed on the couch next to them and drifted off to sleep. ------- Chapter 7 Olivia couldn't tell if she was still dreaming or if she was partially awake, but she thought someone was sawing in and out of her pussy. It felt big, she could feel pressure on her insides that could only come from a big cock. She could feel tenderness, a slight pain coming from her crotch from whatever it was she was feeling. She tried to open her eyes but couldn't, she was just too tired. It felt raw inside from all the fucking she had done the previous night, hell the previous four days straight worth. How many guys had she fucked since Steve first fucked her Wednesday, it had to be over a hundred by now. So who was fucking her now she wondered? She was so tired still and just wanted to sleep, just want to sleep she thought as she drifted back to sleep. There it was again, someone was fucking her again, it felt big. It must the same cock as before she thought as it sawed into her. She stirred and tried opening her eyes, and then it was gone, and she drifted back to sleep. Reed Johnson couldn't believe his own eyes as he came down the stairs to get his lazy son out of bed, laying on the couch were two gorgeous mostly naked girls. He couldn't make out the faces as he came down the stairs but the one had her shirt pulled up exposing the most amazing pair of tits he had ever seen. The other one had little boobies but they were still cute. Reed came around the corner to get a better look at the tits on the blond and just about shit himself realizing it was his neighbor's 12 year old kid Olivia. "There's no way that can be her, no twelve year old can have tits like that," he said to himself. He reached out and grabbed one of her large breasts, it was very firm. He kneaded it like it was a large chunk of dough, rolling the flesh around with his hand amazed at it resiliency. He got down on his knees and looked closely at her pussy, it was sparsely covered with blond pubes, the labia majora just sporting a downy fuzz. "It had to be Olivia, this pussy barely has any fur on it," he thought, realizing that the magnificent body in front of him belonged to Olivia Hastings. He looked at the other girl, she was well developed and she was cute; her puffy pussy lips looked good enough to chew on. His son was fast asleep and he wondered if he could manage to stick his dick in one or both of these girls without waking them up. He decided to start with Olivia because he figured if was going to get busted doing it, it might as well be with the biggest prize. He pulled his cock out of his pants, it was already hard as granite. He stroked the head up and down her slit, collecting some of the moisture that seemed to be seeping out of it and started pushing in. He was surprised he was able to get his big cock into the petite twelve year old, but in it went. She was remarkably snug and if felt like soft velvet. "Oh, yeah, I could get used to fucking this little pussy," he thought. All the women he had been with since his wife had died, had big ole' sloppy pussies that reminded him of the old joke, "throwing a hot dog down a hallway". Even with his thick cock, he still couldn't find a pussy that gripped him tight, until now. Olivia Hastings had a nice tight pussy that felt spectacular on his rod. He couldn't remember a time since maybe when he was a teenager, feeling a pussy this tight. Reed thrust in burying his tool to the hilt and saw Olivia start to wake up and panicked, he thrust a few more time before pulling out, deathly afraid to get caught, but at the same time not wanting to give up the sweet pussy. Reed looked at the other girl and figured he'd give her a spin and moved over and pushed into her love nest. Stacy's pussy felt incredible also, he pushed into her depths and was relieved when she didn't stir. He picked up the pace and started really pounding into her gash. He was ready to bust his nut in her but as he glanced over at Olivia, she realized this was second place. He pulled out of the girly brunette and sunk back into Olivia, she was the prize. He stroked into her a dozen times before she seemed to be waking up again. "Damn it!" her cursed to himself. He pushed back into the brunette and really bashed her pussy with his cock, he was pissed now, he wanted to cum in his beautiful neighbor but she kept waking up. "I'll fuck this one until I'm just about to burst and then slam it into Olivia as I cum," he thought. True to his word, he fucked the brunette hard until he could feel is cum welling up, preparing to shoot. He quickly pulled out of Stacy and slammed into Olivia just as his seed came pouring out. Olivia was just on the verge of waking up when suddenly she felt the mysterious cock pile into her pussy and begin pulsing. Her eyes shot open and she was surprised to see Steve's dad with his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. "Mr. Johnson?" Olivia inquired. "Oh shit," he said as he yanked his still spurting cock free from her love nest. "No, don't go" she shouted back at him. "Put it back in," she added. "Huh?", he responded, not really sure he heard her right. "It feels so good, put it back in," she demanded. Reed Johnson shoved his cock back in as it finished its last few throbs, his seed already spent. Her pussy felt like a clamp on his wilting cock. Olivia could feel his erection waning and wanted it back to its previous condition. "Here, you sit here," she said standing up in front of him and pointing her vacated spot on the couch. Reed sat down and Olivia immediately went to work deep-throating his wilting rod. Reed Johnson always thought he had pretty good recuperative powers when it came to his erections, but he had never had a Hoover like Olivia Hastings on his cock before. She had him hard again in no time. "That should do the trick," she said as she climbed onto the couch and straddled his lap. She guided the tip of his cock to her entrance and sat down, impaling herself on his thick rod. "Ahhhh, that feels so nice Mr. Johnson, I'm glad we're neighbors," she said as she stroked up and down. Despite riding cock for hours on end the previous eighteen hours, Olivia wasn't done yet as she plowed herself onto the meat pole between her legs. Her finger tips rubbing her clitty as she bucked her hips in rhythm. "Olivia, I assume your mother doesn't know anything about this, does she?" he asked. "No sir, and please don't tell her," she grunted as she impaled herself on his tool over and over again. "I'm sure we can keep her in the dark about this if you're willing to play ball," he added. "I have some friends who would love to meet you some time and your cooperation could be mutually beneficial to both of us," he continued. "Sure, that's ok, whatever you need," she moaned as her orgasm neared its release. "Can I bring Stacy along to meet your friends?" she asked. "She really likes to fuck too," she sighed as she felt her orgasm break over the top and flood her body with the rush that only a good cum can do. Her contracting pussy muscles bringing Reed to his climax also and he dumped his second load into her moist slit. Reed got up off the couch and brought Olivia up out of the basement into his kitchen. "Olivia, do you mind explaining what the hell just happened and how you ended up in my basement naked? He was still feeling a little guilty about getting caught with his dick in her twat, but after the way she fucked him back, not so much now. Olivia explained what had happened over the last two or three days with Steve and with some of the things he had her do. Reed listened and as he did, the wheels started turning. "We have a sex slave in the making here and she is willing to let us do anything we want with her," he thought. "Olivia, would you mind posing for a few pictures for me, I'd like to show them to one of my friends to see what he thinks?" he asked. "Sure, what do you want me to do?" she asked. "And what time is it?" "Eight in the morning." Olivia groaned, she'd only had two hours of sleep, and only two hours to recover from all her previous fucking. At least she still had time before she needed to be home. Her mother would still be asleep and would be for another hour or two, so she wouldn't be calling her wondering when she'd be coming back from Stacy's house. "Follow me," he said. Grabbing an assortment of things, Reed escorted the pre-teen to his bedroom and positioned her on the bed. He got his camera out, a nice Nikon digital SLR and proceeded to instruct the girl on how he wanted her to pose. "First thing I want is a few spread-leg shots, pull on your nipples a little, that's it, keep going," he said as she followed his directions, adjusting this way and that. "Ok, let's do some insertion shots, I want to get shots of you putting stuff in your pussy, I want you to pull your pussy lips open then when I signal, push whatever I tell you to, into your pussy. I want you to move around all the while keeping each object jammed in as far as you can comfortably can. At the end of each shot with each item, I want you on your hands and knees with your ass in the air, your back arched downward so you pussy is arched up, got it?" "I think so, just tell me as we go if I'm not doing it right," she said. "Now start with pulling your pussy lips apart," he instructed, as he flashed numerous shots of her spread wide, her trim pussy lips opened invitingly revealing her pink loveliness. "Oh perfect, there's still a little cum leaking out, let me get some shots of that," he said clicking away. Olivia was turned on by the attention and reached down and scooped the glop of cooling cum and toyed with it as it ran down her finger. She then proceeded to invert her finger and positioned the finger over her mouth, watching as the congealing glob slowly slithered down her finger and dropped into her mouth. "Hold onto it, don't swallow it just yet, I gotta check something," he said as he quickly reviewed his last few shots. "Awesome, I got a shot of the drop just as it fell, it looks like it's suspended in mid air," he said excitedly. "Now see if you can get your finger tips in there and spread yourself open really wide," he said. Olivia had never tried pulling her pussy open before, it felt a little different, she could feel the coolness of the air creep into her sex. It was something new to try, she found it very erotic exposing her most private parts to the camera knowing that strangers were going to be seeing inside her. When it came to sex, she was willing to try anything. "Pull harder girl, more, more, now you're getting there," he said as could get a fairly good view into her tunnel. Olivia felt like she was ripping herself open, she was pulling so hard on her pussy trying to please Mr. Johnson as he snapped picture after picture. "Ok sweetie, let's start out easy, start with this," he said handing her a banana. "Here's some lube, if you need it," he said. "My pussy is always wet, I doubt I'll need it," she replied as she inserted the banana until just the stem was sticking out. "Great now pull it out slowly and then pause and put it back in," he directed her to adjust her positions. The last shots were of beautiful Olivia on her hands and knees with two inches of a Chiquita banana poking out of her quim. "Now start pulling the banana out and when you get near the end, pull it out quick, I want to get a shot of the gape before your pussy closes up. "Shit, missed it again," he cursed as he missed the gape for the fifth time. "Do want me to stick it in again?" she asked. "Nah, your pussy is just too tight and elastic, let's move on," he said handing her a kitchen whisk. Olivia quickly inserted the smooth metal handle into her juicy pussy. "Sorry honey wrong end," he said. Olivia looked down at the bulbous mass of thin steel wire, wondering how she was going to get that mass of metal in her pussy. She managed after several uncomfortable minutes, to wedge the two and a half inch diameter mass of wires into her snatch. She pushed the whisk in two more inches and stopped. She looked down and could see her inner tissues between the wires. She could see straight down into her gash and was amazed at what it looked like inside. Reed took several dozen shots in close of the gaping cavern the whisk had created in her tunnel. The kneeling shots were beautiful with the mass of metal sticking out from behind her. "Here, this is next," he said handing her a can of Red Bull. Olivia giggled thinking back to yesterday on her way to church when she thought about the Red Bull can in her mother's car, wondering what it would feel like in her pussy. Now she was going to find out. It was very rigid and cold and stretched her out, and then it was on to the next item. Olivia was surprised every time Mr. Johnson returned to the room with another item, each stranger than the last. He had her stick into her pussy just about everything he could find that would fit, and some things that shouldn't have fit, but she jammed in there anyway despite the pain. It made Stacy's list of inserted objects pale in comparison. Reed raided the fridge and used every fruit or vegetable he could find and then raided the kitchen junk drawer grabbing multiple pairs of scissors, a stapler, a stack of rulers, and a jumbo 48 pack of Crayola Markers. The little vixen managed to wedge twenty-two of the markers into her snapper before they started popping out due to the extremely tight squeeze. He grabbed an empty clear pop bottle and a narrow drinking glass, and brought those in for her to insert. He loved the view of the inside of her pink pussy when she had the glass stuck all the way into her tube. You could clearly see the end of her canal and the opening of her cervix. "I wonder what it would take to open up her cervix?" he wondered. He was suddenly inspired by something he remembered reading a long time ago. Reed raided his closet full of sporting goods next having her stuff a tennis racket handle up her twat, two sleeves of golf balls, the narrow end of a baseball bat (she tried the fat end but just couldn't get it in), and two golf clubs, grip end in, at the same time. He raided his tool box bringing in pliers, wrenches, screw drivers, a hammer, and a gigantic pipe wrench. Olivia took them all, stuffing every object into her pussy, but it wasn't the same, it was tedious, boring, and not giving her much pleasure. What she really needed was a hard cock to tease her inner tissues with its warmth and supple friction. "Only two more things I want you to do and then we're all done," Reed said. He brought in a big bag of marbles and a 2" length of PVC pipe. "Stick the pipe into the entrance of your pussy and I think you can figure the rest out yourself," he instructed. Olivia hefted the bag of marbles, it was huge, about as big around as a grapefruit. Olivia slipped the pipe inter her pussy and opened the bag of marbles and started feeding them down the pipe. She could feel the cool marbles sliding down her chute as they came to rest against her cervix. The bag gradually emptying as she filled her tube with the glass spheres. "That's all I can fit," she said gesturing at the remaining third of the bag. "You can fit more," was all he said. She packed one marble after another down the chute, stretching her insides more than she thought she could. She was thinking of the grapefruit- sized marble bag, envisioning the inside of her pussy being that stretched out. The PVC tube was being pushed out by the mass lodged in her pussy. He took a few dozen pictures including close-ups of the mass of marbles. "Now take out the tube." Olivia's pussy closed up around the mass of marbles leaving her feeling bloated. The pressure she felt in her abdomen made her feel like she had to take a really big shit. The opening of her pussy was visible and if you looked closely, you could make out the closest three of four marbles. "Hold that in there until I get back," he instructed. Olivia felt like her insides were going to burst. She cupped her hand against her vulva and it was distended from the pressure. It seemed like Mr. Johnson had been gone for a good ten minutes and she was getting bored waiting for him to return. She couldn't help rubbing her palm up against her slit as she held the marbles in. Despite all the action she had given her pussy lately, the stimulation still felt amazing and she couldn't hold back from gently rubbing her clitty as a she heard a noise coming from the kitchen. Olivia heard the distinctive "ding" from a microwave followed by footsteps coming down the hallway. "Still got all the marbles in there kid?" "Yeah, but it's really uncomfortable, I feel really bloated," she said, noticing for the first time what he was carrying. He had a glass of milk, a turkey baster, a rod, and a canvas bag. What's the milk for?" "It's for the last set of photos. I don't know if this is going to work or not. I read it in a book once and it is was erotic as hell." "Stand up and let the marbles fall out," he said. Olivia stood and pulled open her pussy lips to allow the marbles to spill out. They trickled out a few at a time creating a little water fall of glass beads. She could feel the pressure in her vagina reduce immediately and it felt like a great wave of relief. She had to jump up and down a little to get the last ones to slide down, her tits bouncing delightfully from her actions. "Okay lay back and pull your knees up to your chest and spread your legs wide. Ok, I'm going to put the PVC tube back in, just stay like that," he said. Olivia could feel his finger pull her pussy open and the edge of the tube pushed into her followed by the rest of the tube, opening her up. She had gotten used to the presence of the tube and so it wasn't uncomfortable. She saw a light glance off the ceiling and looked down to see Mr. Johnson shining a flashlight into her pussy and in his hand was some kind of rod. She felt something poke up against the bottom of her pussy, and then felt a pressure from whatever he was poking her with. "Mr. Johnson, what are you doing, that kinda hurts?" she said. "I'm just trying to open up your cervix with this knitting needle." "You're what!" she said excitedly hearing the word needle and suddenly getting very worried. "Relax, it's going to feel a little weird but it shouldn't hurt too much. The knitting needle has a rounded tip and it tapers out so it won't stab you or anything." Olivia felt the pressure increase and then felt something pushing into her. It was an entirely different feeling. Then the pressure was gone. She glanced down again and saw him pull the knitting needle from between her legs. "Whew," she sighed, relieved that the pressure was gone. "Cool, it's staying open," she heard him say. Her relief was short lived as she saw him push the turkey baster down through the opening of the pvc tube. She could feel the plastic device descending down her tunnel until the tip butted up against her cervix. Then the pressure returned, only with greater force. Olivia looked down and saw him pushing on the end of the baster, rotating it as he pushed. The tapered end of the baster gradually prying open the tight muscular ring of her cervical opening. Reed was able to finally to get the baster into her uterus up to the full width of the baster tube, about a one inch diameter. "Awesome," he said as he removed the hardware from her pussy and grabbed the tube of lube. "Stay like that," he said as he lubed up his cock and then aimed it at her gash. He pushed into her, sinking to her silky depths. He could feel the opening of her cervix against his cock head and pushed. After six or seven thrusts against her cervix, he could feel the tight muscle give a little and the tip of his cock was in. It was like a little mouth nipping on the end of his cock. Reed pushed into the entrance to her womb repeatedly until he felt his balls swell and erupt directly into her baby maker. Olivia felt Mr. Johnson cumming and realized that he was doing so right into her womb. For the first time she worried if she could get pregnant as there was no doubt that she had just been directly fertilized. Reed Johnson climbed off the young beauty and said, "stay like that, I want to make sure it all stays in there." He grabbed the baster tube and the glass of milk and used it to pour some of the warm liquid into her pussy. Olivia could feel the warm liquid as it poured into her vagina. "That must be the milk," she thought as the milk seeped down her vaginal walls and then into her womb. She felt his weight lift off the bed and she looked up and saw him retrieve the pipe and the bag from the bureau, the bag was moving! Reed stuck the pipe back into her vaginal opening and then retrieved a slender snake from the bag, it was a little more than a foot long. He approached the bed with the snake and his camera. "What are you doing?" she asked nearly hysterical as she was scared to death of snakes. "Like I said before, I read it in a James Patterson book and I always wanted to know if it would actually work." "Would what work?" "Watch and see," as he proceeded to poke the snake's head down the pipe into her pussy. Olivia could feel the smooth little head wiggling against her inner walls and then start to wiggle further down her canal. Reed was amazed as he watched the small snake wiggle and undulate its length into her pussy, attracted by the warmth and the sweet smell of the milk. He snapped photo after photo of the small snake writhing around the inside of the girls pussy. Olivia could feel something slithering around inside her. She couldn't tell what it was doing, but she wasn't in any pain and if felt kinda weird in a good way. The snake was slithering around trying to detect where the sweet smell was coming from. Olivia could feel the little snake's head poke through her cervix and then experienced the strangest sensation as the snake slid into her womb, coiling up into a ball inside of her. She was starting to panic about the fact that a live reptile was currently burrowed in her uterus. "How the hell am I going to get that thing out of there!" she worried. Reed snapped picture after picture of the snake disappearing down into her womb. "Fucking amazing," he said. "Uh, Mr. Reed, how do we get it out now?" "Relax, it was just attracted by the warmth and the sweet milk and there was air in your pussy because of the tube. All I gotta do is take out the tube, and when the air supply gets low, he'll slither out. As long as he doesn't suffocate and die first." "Die, in my womb! What if that happens?" She was starting to panic about how to remove a dead reptile from her uterus, when she felt a powerful feeling emanating from within her womb. The sensation was overpowering as the little reptile slithered around rubbing up against her sensitive uterine walls. Her senses were on overload, the feeling from her uterus was blasting her whole body with a sensation she couldn't pinpoint, it wasn't pain, and she didn't think it was pleasure, but it was building and building fast. The little snake thrashed about inside her womb as the small amount of air that was in there ran out. It's movements triggering a gigantic orgasm that raced through her body, one she didn't know she was capable of experiencing, and then everything went black. Reed was unprepared for the monumental response she had to the presence of the snake. Olivia had screamed out and then thrashed around for a brief second before going completely limp. He could do nothing but watch in amazement at her actions. He looked down at the tube poking out from her pussy and spotted the little snake's head poking out. Reed grabbed the little snake and gently pulled him free. "That was so cool, I never thought in a million years I get to try something like that, thanks Olivia," he said to her unconscious form. Olivia came around a few minutes later and looked up at Reed still holding the snake. "What happened?" "I don't know, you had some kind or huge orgasm and then you blacked out. What did it feel like?" "I can't describe it, but it was definitely the strangest thing I've ever felt. It was kinda thrilling, I wouldn't call it fun, but it was thrilling," she said. "Would you be up for some more thrills?" "Sure, I guess, what did you have in mind?" Reed and Olivia spent the next hour making gentle love in his bed while Stacy and Steve slept downstairs on the couch. It was a beautiful experience that she didn't realize could be a part of sex. So far sex had been fast, hard, and at times rough. This was delicate and slow. She took the time to explore his body and his parts, finding out areas she could caress that would please a man. Reed did the same to Olivia, instructing her in all the ways he knew, to please a woman's body. It was sensual and she loved it. She now knew both sides to sex, the sensual and the brutal side of it where you took your pleasure from the other, instead of giving it willingly. She loved both sides and her new sensual experience gave her a new sexual weapon which she could use whenever she needed it. She felt she was the complete lover now, with an arsenal of sexual weapons, ready to take on the male population. Oh, did she a have a lot to learn still. Olivia and Reed heard stirrings from the basement and got up to find Steve and Stacy. He handed her a long shirt to put and he, a pair of shorts, sans underwear of course, it ran in the family. As the two descended the stairs, they heard the familiar sound of springs creaking, only to find Stacy on her back with Steve pounding into her pussy, Stacy grunting away under his weight. "Morning, you two," Olivia called out. Looking up Steve saw his father following behind her. "Dad, I didn't ... uh, I mean..." Steve stumbled trying to extricate his cock form Stacy's slit and grabbing a blanket to cover them both up. "Now settle down son, Olivia explained everything to me and I understand you got a nice little black-mail scheme going here. Well, guess what, your plans are changing, we're sharing these two lovely girls as I think you need a little guidance here. At the rate your going, these two lovelies are going to be fucked out pieces of discarded meat before they're even old enough to drive. You can't have them fucking thirty or more guys a night, they'll be diseased and dead before you know it." "Ok, dad, I guess I never thought of it that way, I just saw the money I was getting and lost sight of that stuff." "Thirty guys a night, we had way more than that last night, didn't we Steve?" Stacy asked. "I'll check," as he grabbed for his phone. "Money, how much have you made, and how'd you make it?" his dad asked. "I haven't checked to see how much Alfred gave me, but 10 G's from the porn shop and the clothing store," Steve said as he flipped through the collection of photos on his phone. "Holy shit, you're a helluva pimp! But like I said, there's ways do handle this correctly, that's where I come in," he said. "Uhh, Stacy, including the biker guys, I'm guessing forty of them, plus the bums in the alley, that adds eighteen to the total." "Bums in the alley, when was that?" she asked. "After we left the bar, we thought you needed more dick in you so we laid you on a blanket and let them go at you," Olivia added. "Olivia, it looks like you had twenty-six bums." "If you add that all up, I think you tied, each at a hundred and thirty-one," Steve said. "Does that include me?" Mr. Johnson asked. "Nope that makes 132 since yesterday morning," Olivia replied. Stacy grabbed at Mr. Johnson's shorts and pulled them down quickly, latching her mouth onto his organ. "I guess the little lady has a competitive edge to her," he laughed as she swallowed his cock down her throat. Olivia dressed in one of the new outfits from the clothing store, a snug white t-shirt, a bikini top and a pink mini-skirt, it was as modest as she could put together. She didn't bother putting anything on under the skirt because she still had some of Mr. Johnson's cum still leaking out and also because she was getting pretty used to not wearing any. She wanted to get home as soon as she could, she needed the rest, and she needed to take her pills. Olivia poked her friend in the arm trying to get her attention while she rode up and down on Mr. Johnson's big cock. "I'm going home now, are you coming? "I'm not getting off this marvelous thing until he pry's me off," Stacy said while grinding her pussy down onto the shaft of a grinning Reed Johnson. "Plus I need to get home too after this and take my pills." "What are the pills for?" Steve asked from the other couch, a video camera in his hand. At his father's request, he was filming the brunette pre-teen as an audition of sorts. "They're my boob pills. Olivia's doctor gave them to me to help make my boobs grow, I think they're also why I'm so horny all the time." "Really? Are they working, I mean, have they grown a lot?" "Well as of two days ago, all I had were nipples and now I have actual boobs, and they seem to be getting bigger every day." And indeed they were, Steve had thought it was just his imagination, but they were visibly bigger now than when he first saw her naked fucking Phil two days ago. He was also wondering if that explained Olivia's sudden growth and sudden insatiable horniness. "I think I need to have a conversation with this doctor," he thought. "Well, it's my mom's one day off this week and I plan on spending it with her." "Have fun with your mother today dear, we'll be around if you need us," Reed said as he gave a particularly hard thrust up into Stacy's cunt, eliciting a deep groan from the girl. ------- Chapter 8 Olivia and her mother were nearing the beach when her mother announced they were stopping for gas. She pulled in and stopped by the nearest pump. Olivia was a little worried about her mother possibly finding her baggy of meth in her beach bag so while her mother was pumping the gas, she dumped the baggy into her trusty jar of pussy cream, figuring a little more wouldn't hurt. She used her finger to mix in the powder and tried her best to wipe the excess off her finger on the rim. The remaining cream coated her finger and she didn't want it to go to waste. She adjusted her position by pulling her legs up onto the seat, giving her access to her pussy without drawing attention to her actions. She snuck her hand under her miniskirt and rubbed her finger into her pussy. She was still feeling the effects of the meth finger swab from her bedroom and this additional content went straight to her head. She wanted nothing more than to sink her fingers into her gash and bring herself off again, but with her mother just feet away, she knew she couldn't get away with it. Maybe she could take care of herself at the beach in one of the changing huts. Her mother climbed back in the car and off they went for the last leg of the drive. It had been a thirty minute drive to the beach and Olivia was primed and ready to erupt. The two girls found a nice spot on the beach with a good view of the scenery; they laid out their towels and finished setting up their stuff. "Olivia dear, do you mind if I get changed?" "No, go ahead mom." "Can I use your beach bag to change my clothes into?" "Uh, sure mom," she said as she handed her the bag, thankful that she got rid of the baggy of meth. Lauren Hastings marched up to the changing huts. They were little more than a series of tents strung together with a stool and a clothes hook on the wall. The doors faced the parking lot and fortunately there were always enough open that you never had to wait for one. Lauren found an empty one and went inside. She rummaged through Olivia's collection of suits looking for her own. She was a little surprised at the skimpiness of some of them, wondering where she got them from. "Kids, things sure have changed since I was that age," she thought. She also spotted the wonderful jar of cream she had used to masturbate with earlier. "I wonder why she brought this? Maybe she's just worried about her mother's rash. That's my thoughtful girl." Lauren pulled out her bathing suit and started to undress thinking about the jar of cream. Maybe just a little to give me a tingle down there, she giggled. She sat there buck naked and scooped out a dollop of the cream. She rubbed it into her slit and marveled how it instantly made her feel happy and horny at the same time. She hadn't planned on masturbating, just giving herself a tingle, but the next thing she knew, she had two fingers knuckle deep in her pussy while her other hand frigged her clit. She was getting really close when she noticed the tent wall moving. Someone was next door listening to her, "Oh shit, someone heard me!" she thought. She stopped herself short of reaching orgasm and threw her suit on quickly and departed just in time to run into the person in the tent next to hers. It was a young guy about college age and he had a huge smile on his face. "Is everything okay Miss? It sounded like you needed some assistance there," said the twenty-something young man. "No I'm fine thank you," she replied as she hurried on down to the beach, and her waiting daughter. The young man followed her, as she hurried along. "Pretty good shape for a cougar," he thought. Nice big tits, don't look too saggy yet, ass and hips still looking pretty good, not much more padding on them than the average woman half her age. The doll really takes care of herself, he thought. "And who's her hot friend?" he thought as he spotted the beauty sitting on the towels she was headed towards. Noticing the resemblance, he realized that the younger girl must be her daughter. "Wow, what a combo deal!" Olivia had enjoyed watching all the boys frolicking in the water and showing off their bodies, while she waited for her mother. As if she wasn't horny enough already, this was practically a buffet of male flesh all for her taking. The only problem was, how to get herself some with her mother sitting next to her? Olivia spotted her mother returning from the changing huts with a hot guy following her. "Hi mom, who's your friend?" "What? Who are you talking about?" she asked, then realized the guy who had overheard her in the tent was following behind her. "He must have been staring at my behind the whole way," she thought, which he had been, until he saw Olivia that was. "Hi, my name is Ryan, what's yours?" he asked looking directly at Olivia. She had turned around to face him and he thought he saw a quick peek of a red g-string from under her miniskirt. This girl was beautiful, slim and from the looks of it, well on her way to being as well endowed as her mother. "I'm Olivia, and this is my mother Lauren." "Very pleased to meet you. Do you live around here?" he asked. "Nope, just came down for the day, you?" Olivia asked, her mother apparently had forgotten how to speak. "Kind of, we're renting a beach house for the summer, right over there," he said pointing to a house with a big deck on the front. Olivia could see several guys out there and smoke coming from a grill they were barbequing on. "Do you girls want to come over? We're grilling hamburgers and hot dogs. A couple of pretty girls could sure spruce up the look of the old place." "Maybe later," Lauren said, trying to get rid of him. She was still dying of embarrassment at being caught masturbating by this young guy. "You're welcome to come over anytime," he said as he jogged off towards the water for a dip. Olivia needed to get changed and headed for the tents, her hormones were raging as she sat there listening to the young hunk. He kept trying to sneak peeks up her skirt as she watched his eyes the whole time he sat there. The sexual predator in her knew an easy kill when she saw one. She sensed blood in the water and it was time to go hunting for her prey. The only trick was to do it as covertly as possible. There were any number of places she sneak off to, the bathrooms, the changing tents, behind the sand dunes, that was risky, as was a water rendezvous. If she could figure a way to talk her mother into it, the guy's beach house would be ideal. All these thoughts ran through her brain as the meth and X coursed through her system, altering her reality, making her concentrate on what her hormones told her she needed, sex. Olivia picked up the beach bag and headed for the changing huts, she was marking out potential targets in her mind, as she walked up the beach. There was a group of boys her own age playing volleyball, too young, there was a family having a beach picnic, he was handsome, but the wife and kids thing she didn't need. There were three guys by themselves near the huts, that could be handy she thought. Yes there were plenty of targets for the Queen. Olivia could feel the eyes on her as she strode towards the tents. One of the three guys had his eyes glued to her the whole way, he was handsome enough she thought. He rolled over as she walked by so he could keep his eyes on her as she went by. She gave him a sly smile and blew him a little kiss for his troubles. His jaw dropped when he realized she had busted him by blowing a kiss at him. She rounded the corner and disappeared into one of the tents. Olivia had sized him up pretty quickly; he looked like he could get the job done without too much preamble. She stripped down quickly and reached for her skimpy bikini, putting on just the bottoms. She had thought about putting more of the cream on, but she was already horny as hell and didn't really think she needed anymore. She loosely put on the top and held it in place with her arm. She walked out of the tent and went around the corner, fortunately nobody was looking her way other than the guy she blew the kiss too. She wiggled her finger at him signaling him to come over and with that walked back around to her hut. A second later she heard a male voice say "hello?" "In here," she replied and with that he stepped in. "Can you help me with my bikini top? I keep trying to get it tied and it keeps coming undone, like this," she said, dropping her arms and letting her ample boobs spring free. "Uhh, sure, I think I can help," he said not sure if he should actually cover them up or keep staring at the most perfect set of tits he had ever seen. He stepped forward to clasp the string when she grabbed him and pressed her tits up against his chest. "I'm just messing with you, I don't need help with my top, I need help with my pussy, it's lonely, can you help me out?" she said with a pleading look in her eye, as she untied the side strings and dropped her bottoms to the ground. The nameless guy's jaw dropped as he looked at the naked beautiful girl before him. She was physically perfect in every way, big tits that defied gravity, slender toned body, sparse blond pubes covering her muff. Olivia stood there as naked as the day she was born and invited this total stranger to have sex with her. He quickly dropped his suit revealing his growing member. He hoisted her up into his arms and she wrapped her legs around him straddling his waist with hers. He fumbled around with his cock head looking for her hole, finding her wetness and then sinking into her tight tunnel. It was hard, it was fast, and she came on his cock while he filled her with his seed. It was just what she needed, hard and dirty, just enough to get her fix. She finished getting her suit on, grabbed her bag and left the tent, blowing a kiss to the stranger she just had sex with. Olivia returned back to their spot on the beach and found her mother talking to the college guy Ryan again. "Hi again," Ryan said admiring the amazing body on the cougar's daughter. "Hi yourself," she said looking at Ryan and the erection he was trying to hide. Olivia was wondering if it was she or her mother that had put him in his current state. Her mother was pretty hot still as she checked her out in her bathing suit. If she was wearing one of her skimpy suits, she'd be turning a lot more heads with her much larger boobs. "What's up?" Olivia asked. "Ryan is still trying to convince us to come over to their barbeque," her mother said. She was enjoying the attention from the much younger man; she hadn't had this kind of attention in a long time. "I vote we go, I'm kinda hungry, I could use a good burger," Olivia piped in. "Really honey? I didn't think you'd want to go?" she said. "Sounds like fun," Olivia added noticing that Ryan was doing everything he could to get his erection to subside. This could definitely be fun she thought. Ryan helped the girls pack up their stuff and escorted them to their beach house. Olivia felt like she had just walked into a butcher shop, there was meat everywhere. Ryan introduced Lauren and Olivia to his friends as they sat around drinking beer and sun tanning. There were three other guys renting the house with Ryan, Danny, Zach, and Jamie. In addition there were six or seven hangers-on at the house most of the time. Ryan made Lauren a mixed drink while Olivia was handed a coke. Lauren was having a blast; she was the center of attention as the guys all wanted to talk with her. She knew they were all checking out her DD tits, but she didn't care, she hadn't had this much fun in years. Lauren lost track of how many drinks she had drank, but she knew she was getting really drunk, really fast. She knew Olivia had only been drinking coke, so she knew she was fine, but she had to quit drinking now or they'd be stuck here all night until she sobered up. Lauren wandered off into the house looking for a bathroom. She'd been holding her full bladder because she didn't want to leave Olivia alone, but she couldn't hold it any longer. She left Olivia on the patio with Ryan and all the other boys and went inside. She wandered down a hallway and found the bathroom at the end. There were four bedrooms she passed along the way, all empty. She dropped her bottoms to the floor and relieved herself, feeling her head swimming as she sat there. It seemed like she had been sitting there forever before she found someone helping her to stand up. It was Ryan and he was holding her up with his arms wrapped around her torso. She looked up at him and suddenly he was kissing her. It took her by surprise at first, and then she found herself kissing him back. She couldn't remember if she had pulled her bikini bottoms up, for all she knew she was standing there with her bottoms still on the floor. She kissed him back passionately and wrapped her arms around him pulling him in close. He reached down and stroked his fingers through her pubic tuft feeling for her slit. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers found their mark. Ryan walked her into one of the bedrooms and continued kissing her and rubbing her pussy. It was drenched with her secretions and his palm rubbed up against her slit as his fingers dug into her twat. She didn't know Ryan had slipped her some GHB, but at the time she didn't care why she was feeling this way, she only knew that his attention to her pussy felt wonderful. Ryan untied her top and her big luscious tits fell out. He sucked the nearest nipple into his mouth and sucked until the soft tissue turned into a hard little pencil eraser. He was going to enjoy banging this cougar. Outside on the deck, the boys had been feeding Olivia spiked cokes all afternoon. She was getting pretty drunk and she was feeling the need to answer her raging hormones. She could still feel the meth coursing through her body, but she didn't need the drugs to make her want to do what she felt compelled to do. She wanted to fuck every guy here, hell every guy on the beach! She heard one of the guys whisper something about her breasts and knew the guys had been ogling her growing breasts for the last hour or so. She was feeling both her overcharged hormones and the alcohol she had consumed telling her to give them a show. In the bedroom, Ryan had just sunk his cock into Lauren's sopping pussy. "She's amazingly tight for an older woman," he thought. He had no way of knowing she hadn't been fucked in over ten years and her vagina was aching to be used again; he was just the guy to help her out with that. He slammed his dick home with all the force her could muster. He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned throughout his assault on her pussy. He thought he had only given her enough GHB to loosen her up a little, but he couldn't be sure. He figured her willingness was a combination of the GHB and the alcohol and her own desire to get fucked, and that was all it took to let down her guard. Lauren was aware of what was going on between her legs and she loved the feeling, even if she was only aware on the most carnal basis. She hadn't experienced anything like it before as her long lost husband had been her only lover, and a lousy one at that. She could feel every inch of Ryan's cock as it speared into her velvety confines. She was lost in the experience and had completely forgotten where she was, or even what she was doing there, and had no recollection of Olivia being with her. She was focused on only the sensation she was feeling through her pussy walls. Ryan flipped her over and mounted her doggy style for two very good reasons: first, he could hear some of the boys coming down the hall and second, he wanted to see her big titties swinging in time with his thrusts. Plus he was about to bust his nut in her twat. Three of the free-loaders came wandering down looking to see what had happened to the cougar with the big tits. The first guy peered into the room and saw Ryan waving them in as he pounded into the naked woman from behind. The guys needed no more invitation than that as they watched him grunt out loud, signaling his deposit of his seed into her twat. He motioned the next guy over to quickly take his place as he pulled his cock from of her hairy muff. She would be in for the ride of her life tonight Ryan thought as he donned his shorts and headed for the patio and the sexy little daughter of the cougar he had just nailed. Olivia had learned a few things over the last few days and if she had learned anything from working the strip club the other night, it was that guys loved her tits. She threw on her tight white t-shirt over her bikini top and proceeded to remove her bikini top from underneath. She knew very well that the shirt would cling to her breasts outlining their perfect shape and full form. It was all part of her plan to show off her body and tantalize these guys into a frenzy. She wasn't just into satiating her lust, or that of her partners, she had learned the other night at the strip club that guys loved to be teased there was a certain degree of showmanship that she could employ. And the guys would eat it up like a hungry baby at the teat. Olivia instructed the guys to form a circle around her. She started doing a sexy dance in time to the music that was playing on the patio. Her gyrations were causing her ample bosom to shake and jiggle in time to the music. One of the guys was filming her dance and had every intention of posting it on YouTube as it was just too priceless to keep to themselves. Her dance training and strong legs gave her such fluid movements that she looked like a professional dancer putting on a show. She grabbed a water bottle out of one of the guy's hands in one motion and poured it over her head soaking her head and her shirt at the same time. She knew that what little her shirt kept secret, would now be revealed for all to see. One of the guys yelled "take it off!" as she danced with her sexiest moves to the music. Olivia obliged and pulled the soaking wet garment off over her head and flung it at the guy who yelled it out. Her over-stuffed chest looked enormous on her small frame. To say they hung from her chest would be a lie, they sprouted out of her chest and stood proud and firm. Her pink puffy nipples had crinkled up from the cold water and looked like little pink quarters with a little bump on top of each. They were small still, but extremely sensitive. Olivia performed mock lap dances for the guys, grinding her pussy down onto each guy in succession, feeling their erections through their swim shorts. Any time they tried to grab onto her, she would give them a playful slap and then move onto the next guy. It was about this time that Olivia realized she hadn't seen her mother in quite some time. She danced her way into the house and headed towards the bathroom, the last place she heard her say she was going. There was a crowd of three or four guys standing out in the hallway. Olivia peered in and saw some guy banging into her mother's pussy from behind. "Way to go mom," she said. That was when one of the guys in line noticed Olivia's bare breasts and reached out to grab one and said "like mother, like daughter?" Olivia nodded and walked into one of the adjacent rooms, pulled her bottoms off and laid down on the bed, legs spread wide, welcoming her newest lover. By this time Lauren had been flipped over onto her back and had noticed through her foggy brain that it wasn't Ryan anymore who was slamming into her pussy. She wasn't sure who he was, or who the next guy was either. Somewhere along the line she passed out. Olivia didn't have to worry about passing out, she had more hormones than alcohol in her and that would keep her engines fueled for a long haul. She took the guys on, in the beginning it was one at a time, but by the end, she was taking them on three at a time in the bedroom across the hall from her mother. Word had spread about the mother/daughter duo banging guys in the white beach house, and the crowd grew. Guys were going back and forth between the rooms taking turns banging mother and daughter. A few joints starting going around and Olivia wasn't about to pass that up as she put the joint between her lips and puffed as she rode up and down on the cock she was squatted over. She was eventually moved into the living room where the guys lined up on the couch for her. She would ride one cock and then move onto the next one. She recognized a few faces as some of the guys came around for seconds and thirds, some even fourths. Her pussy was overflowing with cum, and she was happy. Her ass had been well pounded too, but she liked it back there. She recognized the three guys from the beach near the changing huts; she had already taken on the one guy, now she had all three. Most of the guys banged her mother too, but she was still passed out and lifeless, and given the choice Olivia was by far the preferred pussy. She was a fucking machine and loved every minute of it. Olivia began to worry about her mother because she didn't want her getting hurt, and she also didn't want her mother coming around and catching her fucking twenty guys. Olivia climbed off her latest cock and left the living room to check on her mother. She was still passed out on the same bed as before and some guy she thought she remembered fucking, was trying to wedge his semi-erect dick back into her pussy. "Hey asshole, she's had enough, and so have you, leave her alone," she said. "Oh, sorry." "Help me get her dressed and get her outside," Olivia ordered. Olivia found her bikini bottoms and pulled them on and then went to collect her mother's bathing suit and her beach bag. She had the guys help her get her mother dressed and they carried her gently out to one of the lounge chairs on the deck. Olivia got dressed herself, albeit in front of the whole group who moaned and groaned when they realized the party was over. The gorgeous little fuck machine threw her miniskirt back on over her bikini, and put on one of her skimpy bikini tops, the original bikini top was nowhere to be found. She threw her wet t-shirt in the beach bag, it was still soaked from her dousing. Of course the bikini top didn't cover much, but she didn't really care. Olivia thought it would be much easier to explain a wardrobe change to her mother than having to explain being topless, if her mother came around with her daughter's boobs still hanging out. Lauren heard the music and guys laughing and having a good time. She opened her eyes and saw Olivia looking at her closely. "Mom, are you ok?" "I think so, but my head hurts, actually my whole body hurts." "You sure had a lot to drink, I think you passed out," Olivia replied. "What's the last thing you remember? "I'm not sure, I think I went to the bathroom. That's the last thing I remember," she said as she looked down and saw that she was fully dressed. "Hmmm, I don't remember getting dressed either," she thought. "We should probably get going," she added. "Sure thing mom." ------- Chapter 9 Steve piled the two girls into his car and headed for his house, determined to bust his new toy in. Katy's pussy tasted like the sweetest candy. He had never really found younger girls very interesting before; until that fateful night nearly a week ago when he found Olivia Hastings naked and shrieking through a killer orgasm. She set the standard what pre-teen girls should look like for both face and body. She had a killer body and her beautiful looks made her look many years older than she actually was. He was sold; he now had an appreciation for what an adolescent girl was capable of. And they were capable of a lot. In less than a week, Olivia had fucked over two hundred guys based on his last calculation, her friend Stacy wasn't far behind. He wasn't sure what Stacy's big sister was capable of, but based on what he'd seen so far, he was sure she could easily match that. Stacy was eager to see what the drugs would do to her sister. She was the one who was black-mailing her by making her hook her up with her doctor for his magical boob drugs. She thought of the pills and handed her the pill bottles, "time to get you started, sis." "Do you have anything to wash them down with?" Looking around Steve's shitty Firebird, she didn't see anything. "Steve, can we stop and get a drink or something so Katy can get started on her pills?" she asked giving him a wink. "Sure, why don't we stop and grab something to eat, my treat." "Thanks," she replied. Steve pulled into the parking lot of the local Denny's and the three got out. "Get her to use some of her jar of cream. Dr Sanders put something special in it, just for Katy." "Right here?" "Yep" "Ok," she replied. The hostess seated the group and they ordered their drinks. Stacy pulled the two bottles of pills out of her purse and handed Katy the one pill which was a birth control pill; he didn't know if she needed that yet, but Dr. Sanders didn't want that on his conscience. And she handed her two of the other pills, which were the hormone pills. Dr. Sanders only recommended these twice a day, but Stacy wanted to get her a head start by double dosing her now. Dr. Sanders had kicked up the dose already with the shot he had given only an hour ago, but Stacy thought she would make her annoying/blackmailing big sister, pay a price for forcing her way into this. Katy swallowed down the pills as instructed and then found herself being dragged to the bathroom by her younger sister. She ushered her into the handicap stall so there would be room for both of them. "Dr. Sanders prescribed this medicinal cream, you have to apply it to your skin and it will help in your development. You have to use it all the time because it really works." "Ok, but why are we in the bathroom?" Katy didn't like being bossed around by her little sister but had to relinquish some of her authority because whatever it was Stacy done with the medication, had produced major results in very little time. "Because it absorbs into the skin and it works best when you rub into your more sensitive tissues." "Huh?" "You rub it into your pussy stupid." "Why?" "Like I said, it works best when you rub it in there, especially if you get it inside yourself; I use it all the time." "Really? You rub it into your... , vagina?" "Yeah, now drop em', I'll show you how to do it." Stacy lifted her skirt revealing her panty-less crotch and proceeded to rub some of the cream in. "Stacy, you're not wearing any underwear!" "I know, it makes it easier to put the cream on all the time, and plus the cream makes your panties all gooey so that's why I don't wear them." "Oh, well I'm not taking mine off." "Yes you are or I'm not giving you your pills. You can go ahead and tell mom and dad I snuck out last night. I'll only get grounded, but then you won't grow boobs like I've got. Who has more to lose? Now, give them to me," she instructed as she held her hand out. Katy pulled her shorts down and then peeled her underwear down her legs and stepped out of them and handed them over. Katy scooped some of the cream out with her fingers and then rubbed it onto her vulva. It was cold to the touch and made her shiver when it came in contact with her pussy. She pulled her fingers away trying to stop the cold feeling. Stacy pushed her hand back down and told her to keep going. Katy did as instructed and the coolness changed to a warmth that spread throughout her entire crotch. It spread from there; eventually she felt it throughout her whole body. Use some more and try to get it into your pussy, it works better if you get it inside. "Ok," Katy said as she tried pushing some of the cream into her pussy. The tingling sensation started immediately. Stacy and Katy returned to the table and Steve noticed right away that Katy's eyes looked dreamy. The doctor must have really put a lot of the drugs in that jar he thought to himself. They ate their meal and left, heading for Steve's house. Steve walked the girls downstairs and put on the TV. Katy was distracted by everything she had ingested so far. Between the massive dose of hormones both Dr. Sanders and her own sister had given her and the meth and coke in the cream, Katy was on sensory overload. He body was tingling all over from the changes the hormones were attempting to make on her. The meth and the X were amplifying every sensory input she was feeling in her body. Just the simple act of stroking her hand over her arm gave her pleasure. The coke was fogging her brain and giving her a chemical rush that made her feel like her skin was plugged into an electrical socket. Steve was trying to figure out what he could do to try to get her clothes off and get into her pussy, as he sat next to her on the couch. He started rubbing her arm and sensing the attention, Katy snuggled up next to him. His touch felt warm and inviting. Katy was experiencing feelings she had never had before today. Her whole plan had seriously shifted course. She only wanted to get a leg upon her sister and now here she was full of medicine to give her boobs, and already having experienced her first and second orgasms. And if Steve kept up rubbing her skin like that, she was going to let him give her another. Steve shifted his rubbing from her arms down to her thighs. After a dozen or so slow strokes up and down her thigh, Katy shifted her weight a little giving him better access to her legs, parting them slightly. He continued rubbing his hands higher up her thighs until he could brush his fingertips under the leg of her shorts. She shifted her hips further down the couch so he could have better access. Stacy sat back watching the whole scene, which was starting to turn her on. She grabbed the jar of Katy's cream and jammed a quantity of it up her hole, working it in with two fingers, her fingers digging in as deep as she could shove them. She hiked her lacey top up, exposing her breasts so she could yank on her over-sensitive nipples. Steve traced his fingers up under her shorts and worked them over to her crotch, surprised to find her not wearing her underwear as his fingers found her fuzzy pussy. She was going to have to shave that off right away he thought, as his fingers found their mark and rubbed over her clit hood. Steve used his other hand to undo the button on her shorts. For the second time today she felt Steve pulling her shorts down. She didn't hesitate as her hormones had her body on auto-pilot, and let him pull the clothing down her legs and off. Steve knelt in front of her and dove onto her pussy again with is mouth. Her pussy was so tasty that he just had to eat her again. What was it about young-girl pussy that tasted so yummy, he wondered? He could stay here all day, eating her out, over and over again. He ran his tongue over her sensitive clit hood toying with the folds trying to uncover the little nub of tissue. She was squirming and flexing her hips up to meet his mouth. She felt hands on her pulling her shirt up and over her head. She looked up and saw her sister kneeling on the couch next to her, her shirt in her hands. She could see she had pulled up her own shirt exposing her beautiful new breasts and she also noticed that her skirt was hiked up exposing her pussy. It looked very inviting as she had never seen another girl's pussy before, just her own, and even then she hadn't paid that much attention to it. Just the odd time she would pull her lips open and look inside. She knew it was sensitive but had never really explored what that sensitivity could do for her. Stacy looked down at her sister getting eaten out by Steve and was getting jealous; she needed that too and wanted to be eaten out next. She thought she would speed up the process and helped him out by reaching down and massaging her sister's nipples. Katy sighed deeply from the contact as Steve's tongue action brought her closer to her third orgasm. Steve probed into her pussy with is finger seeing if her could get past her hymen without too much pain. He was hoping the coke was doing its job and numbing her pussy a little as she suddenly convulsed around his finger signaling her orgasm hitting. Steve jammed his finger in past her hymen as she her orgasm washed over her. Katy yelped as she felt a sharp pain emitting from her kitty. Steve's mouth never left her pussy and his tongue action distracted her as the pain faded quickly. She thought she might be able to have another orgasm right away and forgot about the temporary pain. She could feel Steve's finger as it probed into her kitty, only this time it seemed to be reaching depths she had never felt. He was in, his finger was seated palm deep into her tight pussy, and she hadn't really seemed to notice. She was tight, really tight, his dick was going to be in for a rough ride trying to squeeze its way into this vise. Steve pulled his mouth away from Katy's pussy and grabbed the jar of cream thinking he might need more in order to get his cock into her. She was preoccupied with her sister's ministrations to her nipples as he applied more cream to her kitty. Steve slopped a big wad onto her pussy and began rubbing it in with his fingers, trying to get as much inside her folds as possible. He unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor exposing his erection. He rubbed it up against her slit pushing his cock head within her crevice. Steve could feel the warming sensation the cream produced, on the end of his cock. He rubbed the fleshy helmet from the bottom of her slit up to the top, rubbing it circles around her protruding clitoris. Katy moaned as he stimulated her already engorged clit while at the same time, her sister manipulated her nipples. Steve aligned his cock with the tiny opening of her vagina and gave a push. He could feel the opening give a little as the pressure increased. He used his fingers on her clitty to keep up the stimulation while he repeatedly pushed his cock head into her entrance. The drugs seemed to be working as Steve's increasing pressure on her pussy should have caused some discomfort, but all he got in return was her hips gyrating her slippery pussy against his cock. "Quit teasing me already," Katy moaned as she writhed under the combined attention of both his and her sister's attention. That was all the invitation he needed as he shoved his cock forward with all his strength and felt her pussy give way and his cock slowly push inward. It was like a silken vise. It was hot, wet and tighter than anything he had ever felt before. It was almost painful, but he knew she'd loosen up soon enough. He withdrew an inch and then pushed forward again sinking back in two more inches. It was much tougher going than he expected. He figured Katy would be much like her sister and he could slide in without any trouble. By the time he got his chance at Stacy, Phil had already fucked her a couple of times and although she was tight, he still slid in pretty easily. This was like a vise around his cock. Despite all of her wetness, it was still like trying to push his cock through a keyhole. Her pussy muscles kept trying to push his cock back out. He shoved back in several more times until he could feel his head bottom out against her cervix. He gave Katy a chance to get used to his girth before he started his stroking motion in and out of her pussy. Her hips seemed to have a life of their own as they met his every thrust with their own surprising force. Steve never let up on her clitty as he slammed his groin up against hers over and over again. He hadn't cum since early this morning and was overdue considering the hot little teen that was glued to his member. He felt his cum churning in his ball-sack just as she let loose with her fourth orgasm in the last two hours. Her vise clamped down on his cock and he let go, flooding her insides with his seed. Stacy was tired of waiting for her turn and as she saw both Steve and her sister going through their orgasms, she climbed on top of her sister and buried her pussy on her sister's mouth. "Eat my pussy, make me cum!" she shouted at her unsuspecting sister. Katy was still in the throes of her orgasm when she suddenly found something hot, wet and musky pressing down on her face. In a split second she realized it was her sister's twat and tried to yell at her to stop, but only managed to find her slit mashed into her mouth. She had no choice but to accept the meaty pouch into her mouth, or risk suffocating from the pressure. She tentatively licked along the slot with her tongue finding the taste surprisingly palatable. She could hear her sister moaning in time with her gyrations on her face. Steve has still rubbing her slit and he still hadn't removed his cock from her pussy. He had just slowed down his thrusts to a gentle in and out pace. Steve was afraid that if he pulled his cock out and it softened up too much, he wouldn't able to get it back in anytime soon, so after his cum, he stayed inside her love vise and just slowly rocked in and out trying to keep his erection at full mast until his post-cum sensitivity passed. The sight of Katy eating out her younger sister's twat was all it took for him to fully recover and continue his fucking motion. Katy couldn't believe the situation she found herself in, this guy she had only met this morning was pushing his penis into her kitty and her sister, her very own sister was smashing her pussy onto her face. Steve had given her four orgasms, two of them with his mouth! And now here she was, having sex for the first time and not just with a guy, but with her sister too! She shouldn't be letting this happen, but it felt so good, even licking her sister's kitty was kinda turning her on. Steve could tell Katy was getting ready for another big orgasm, her hips were rocking in rhythm to his thrusts, her arms holding onto his waist, pulling him into her with all her strength. His fingers were still rubbing her swollen clitty trying to get her that next orgasm. Her tight pussy was squeezing his load of semen out with every thrust of his cock, the creamy goo coating her sex and running down her tight little ass. He hooked his arms under her knees and lifted her legs up in the air, gripping the fronts of her thighs in his hands. He used the new angle to really hit bottom, wedging as much of his cock into her shallow pussy as he could possibly manage. Her pussy still felt like impossibly tight on his member. He knew there had to be an angle he could bend her to get her to relax her tensed pussy muscles so she could lay back and enjoy the sensation more. He tried lifting her legs up so that her knees were pressed up against her chest and that only increased the pressure from her already super tight snatch. He pushed her knees apart but still kept them pressed up high onto her body and that helped. He could feel her having to relax her body as he stretched her legs in positions she was not used to, and the vise-like pressure eased to a more comfortable level. Steve was able to get really deep that way also and he used that to really stretch out the inner tissues of her vaginal wall by pounding her cervix with his cock head, all the while maintaining his attention on her clitoris with his fingers. He was determined to make her first day of sex as enjoyable as possible so that she would want to come back for more. Of course with all the hormones coursing through her body, he was virtually guaranteed of that as she would need an outlet to sake her lust. Stacy was enjoying riding her sister's face; besides giving her a feeling of absolute control over her "big" sister, she was actually doing a pretty good job of eating her out. She could feel her cum was getting close; she massaged her new breasts, pinching her nipples with each rotation around her new globes. Steve's mind was working overtime while he fucked into his newest gold mine. She needed to be loosened up before she could really be of use. Everyone likes a tight pussy, but this was ridiculously tight. "A few rounds with the guys should do the trick," he thought as he picked up his pace slamming into the teen's newly deflowered twat. His new angle was really having an effect on the young girl as her hips were rocking and rolling with his every thrust. Katy froze, her body went taught as all her muscles fired at once as her orgasm released. Her pussy clamped down on his cock once again and that was all the inspiration he needed as he dumped his second load into the thirteen year old cutie. Katy's whole body sagged as the orgasm drained her completely and she relaxed and enjoyed the feeling. Stacy was pissed, she was just about to cum when her little sister stopped her licking and despite the fact that she still had her pussy pasted onto her sister's face, she had just stopped and that was it. "Hey, Katy, keep going, I'm almost there!" "Wait, give me a second, it's still going..." "Fuck," Stacy moaned as her impending climax started to abate. She climbed off her sister's face and flopped down on the couch and said, "Get it up again Steve, you have work to do." "Sorry kid, I'm done for now, give me twenty minutes." "I don't want to wait twenty minutes. Is your dad home?" "His dad, ewww gross," Katy said. "He's got a big cock and it feels awesome. Don't knock it until you try it," she retorted. "Call up your buddies and invite them over," Stacy suggested. "I'm not your pimp, you call them," he said, amused at the desperation of her "condition". "Fuck it, I don't have time to wait and if you can't help me, I'm going to find someone who can," she replied. And with that, Stacy found her bag of clothes and picked out a skimpy micro-miniskirt and a tube top, slid into them over her naked body and headed up the stairs and out the door. Stacy walked down the driveway looking for someone, anyone who could fill up her pussy. Her bout of incestuous oral sex left her pussy wet, a combination of her own juices and her sister's saliva. The air felt cool on her pussy, reminding her with every gust that her sex was bare and needed attention. She headed down to street looking for someone to help her out of her present horny condition. She waved at a passing car and the man behind the wheel. He waved back and kept going, not realizing that he had just driven by the easiest piece of pussy he'd ever get. Stacy pouted when he drove off, she thought for sure he would've stopped with the way his eyes were bugging out looking at her. The next car honked at her and she waved realizing that is was a car load of Mexicans. They pulled over and the nearest one said, "Hey baby, you looking to party?" "Yeah, I guess so," she said, suddenly realizing this was not the safest idea she had ever come up with. "Hop in, we'll take you to our crib and get friendly, if ya know what I mean," he snickered. "No, I got a better idea. Come over to my friend's house. She's not home but we can hang by her pool for a bit and have some fun." "Cool little baby, jump in, we'll give you a ride there." "Sure, but it's only four houses down," she said as she climbed in the back seat and onto the lap of the guy sitting in the middle. The driver sped off down the street with no intention of going to whatever house it was the girl had suggested. Stacy knew she was in trouble the minute the car shifted into gear. The guy she was sitting on pulled down her tube top and the guys in either side pulled her legs far apart. It was practically a race to see who could get their hands up her skirt the fastest. "This little slut isn't wearing any panties, and she's fucking soaked!" the one guys said as he shoved his hand into her crotch, sinking two fingers into her quim. "Ohhh," she moaned. "Lift her up," the guy in the middle shouted as he fumbled for his zipper, trying to free his cock. Stacy's head was butted up against the roof of the stuffy, hot little car, as she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down. Her skirt was pulled up around her waist and she could feel hands on her tits and the two fingers in her twat still pumping away. It wasn't exactly how she had planned it in mind, but she was only seconds away from getting what she wanted. She felt the bulbous head probing around her pussy and heard the guy she was perched over, yelling at the guy next to him to get his hands out of her cunt. The cock was aimed right and she dropped her weight onto the member, lodging it into her pussy. "Ahhhh, thanks," she moaned as she was filled with the unknown and unseen phallus. She felt her tits being mauled and it felt great. She dug her hands into her pussy folds and rubbed her clit like mad trying to regain the level of stimulation she felt when she almost came on her sister's face. "This little bitch is fucking horny, she just thanked me for sticking my dick in her," he said as she rode up and down on his cock as best she could in the cramped car. "She's fucking tight too!" "How old are you girlie?" "I'm twelve." "Fuck, pull over dude. I ain't going to jail for statutory raping this little thing, even if her pussy does feel like liquid fire." "Fuck that dude, let's each do her and then we can dump her out," another guy said. "Don't worry guys, I'll fuck each of you and I won't tell anyone, just drop me back where you picked me up and we're cool," Stacy offered. "Dude, find an alley or something. Don't take her to our crib just in case she wants to call the 5-0 on us after." "Sure thing Caesar," said the driver. "No names asshole," said the guy with his dick in her pussy. The driver found a deserted alley behind a strip mall, a few blocks from where they picked Stacy up, and they all piled out. The guy fucking her in the back seat climbed out and resumed fucking Stacy on the trunk lid, cumming in her pussy only minutes later. The next guy stepped up and plowed straight in, going balls deep in one stroke. Stacy hadn't orgasmed yet and was dying to get her release. "Somebody pinch my nipples," she said as she stroked her clitty. Two of the guys happily obliged as they latched onto her titties and pinched her nipples harder and harder until she nodded at them letting them know that was "just right." The guy in her pussy had no style, but it was getting the job done as her orgasm finally peaked and rushed through her. She screamed out as her body convulsed, her limbs flailing around as she flung herself backwards on the trunk lid. "Keep it down bitch, you'll attract attention!" one of the guys said. "Sorry, I'm a screamer, as you can tell," she replied. The guy in her spewed his seed and exited her gooey pussy leaving her open for the next guy. Stacy was pulled off the trunk and bent over at the waist while the last two guys each took her at the same time, one in her pussy, the other in her mouth. Stacy finished off the last two guys taking their cum into her body, and as promised, the guys dropped her off by Steve's house. One of the guys asked her for her number, so she gave it to them. Nothing wrong with having options, she figured. Stacy walked back down the street her new boobs jiggling under the tube top, her pussy leaking fluid down her legs from under the micro mini-skirt. She reached Steve's house and as she walked up the driveway, two kids on bikes who looked to be about her own age, whistled at her. "Hey baby, how much?" one of them shouted. "Free," she shouted back and then gave them the finger. The nerve of them thinking she looked like a hooker. Hookers charge money, I do it for free! That's when the idea struck her, "Steve's made money off of us, why aren't we getting a share? In fact, fuck Steve, we should be making our own money!" she thought. Stacy had just opened the side door that led to Steve's basement when she saw Olivia's mom's car pull in the driveway next door. "Awesome, Olivia's home, I want to tell her my plan," she thought. ------- Chapter 10 Lauren was still feeling awful as she turned into her driveway. Her head hurt, her body hurt everywhere, especially her pussy. Her mouth tasted like she had drank industrial bleach cleaner. It was a rough drive back from the beach, she thought she might have to pull over and throw up more than once. All she could think of was having a hot bath and going to bed. "What a way to spend your day off," she thought. Olivia was worried about her mother. She knew that she had passed out after the guys had started fucking her, and she should have been more worried about what they did to her, but she wasn't. She figured if it felt good to her then her mother ought to feel the same way. She never went out with guys and as far as she knew, had never had sex again after she had been born. "What a waste," she thought to herself, thinking of the countless orgasms she had experienced over the last few days, all the guys, and all the cocks that had brought her so much pleasure. She had lost count of how many guys she had been with already, all those faces that she was starting to forget. It was easily over two hundred so far. What was the number they had figured out this morning? A hundred and thirty two in the previous twenty-four hours was it? Well, add to that the guys from the beach from this afternoon and it has to be over a hundred and fifty. "How many guys were there today?" she wondered, trying to think back. "There were ten guys there when we got there, plus the three from the beach plus God knew how many showed up afterwards. She remembered taking on groups of guys, three at a time for what seemed like an hour or more. She always saw the faces on the guys she gave bj's to, and usually saw the face on the guy she was squatting over who was fucking into her pussy, but the guy in her ass, she almost never saw who that was. She knew there were some big cocks roaming around today; a couple of them really stretched her ass out good. She was really starting to like the anal fucking, it felt completely different and it gave her space to play with her pussy and clitty while they fucked her back there. She had some big orgasms that way today! Olivia helped her mother get out of the car and up the walkway. She was really moving slow. "No wonder, you took on a mile of cock mother dear. Not a good thing to do if you're practically a virgin," she thought. "Can you help me run a bath honey? I feel crappy and need some rest and I think a bath would do the trick." "Sure mom, of course, anything you need." Olivia helped her mother into the bathroom and started the water for her. She hadn't intended on sticking around but as her mother undressed, she thought she saw something she hadn't noticed earlier. It looked like a black smudge on her back. Olivia looked closer as her mother took off her shorts and saw that someone had written on her mother's back with marker. "Thank you for fucking all 18 of us!" "So that's how many guys there were," she thought to herself. "Seemed like more. Eighteen is nothing for a seasoned pro like me, but mom's poor twat will be sore for a while." Olivia watched as her mother eased her bruised body into the warm water. Her hips had red welts on them that would surely form into bruises, likely from all the hands grabbing her as she got fucked form behind. Olivia grabbed the soap and washed her mother's back, paying attention to the marker that was starting to come off. "Thanks dear but I think I can handle it from here," she said as she leaned back revealing the damamge to her tits. Olivia could see the welts and bruises where they must have been pinching and grabbing at her breasts pretty aggressively, but more importantly, "Holy shit mom has big tits!" Olivia couldn't taker eyes off her mom's tits. As big as hers had grown, they paled in comparison to her mother's beauties. Immediately she started hoping hers would get that big. She unconsciously grabbed her own feeling their weight, checking to see if they were still growing bigger. "Honey, you're embarrassing me. Do you mind not staring at my boobs, please." "Sorry, mom, I've just never seen yours before. They're really pretty." "That's not appropriate, but thank you," she said noticing for the first time the red marks scattered around her bosom. Olivia turned and left heading toward her room. Olivia was mesmerized by her mother's breasts as she walked into her room stripping off her bikini top so she could inspect her own set. She hadn't done her squeeze test yet today and they did feel bigger. They were certainly more than a hand-full for her small hands. She grabbed one of her new 32C bras and put it on, realizing she hadn't worn a bra in more than 24 hours. She snapped the hook through the eye and adjusted her boobs in the cups. She had to use the last set of hooks to clip it together, but it still fit fine, well maybe it was just a little more snug than when she bought it just a few days ago. Olivia was thinking about the marker on her mother's butt cheek and thought about checking her own. She dropped her miniskirt to the floor and then pulled her bikini bottoms down her toned thighs. Her bottoms had become glued to her to her pussy lips and perineum from the drying cum that had seeped from both of her orifices. She felt a little pinch as the crust broke free, separating her sensitive tissues from the hard crusty crotch of her bottoms. Olivia spun her naked form around so she could inspect her round butt in the mirror. Sure enough, she had black ink on her bottom also. She didn't remember anyone writing anything on her, but then again she knew the guys had been spiking her coke all afternoon and two hits of meth probably left her memories a little hazy. She backed her ass up closer to the mirror and saw something written on her ass as well. There were several names written on her ass, and more than a few phone numbers. She moved her butt around trying to see them all and had to lift her legs in some funny positions to see the rest. She saw Ryan's name and number, and the other three guys who were renting the house with him. The rest of the names were completely anonymous. She might have recognized some of the faces if she saw them again. A couple of them were pretty good looking. She might have to call some of the numbers and make dates with the guy one by one and try them out again to see which ones were which. "That might be a fun little game," she thought. Olivia was questioning the writing on her mother's butt now, since hers said eighteen and she had, what seemed more than eighteen names and phone numbers on her butt. She thought she remembered way more than eighteen guys there. Maybe they all fucked her mom too? Or maybe there were more guys that didn't bother signing her butt, she would never know now. She touched her crusty pussy and as she looked at her graffiti covered ass, she thought it would be a good idea to get rid of the evidence before her mother saw it. She headed downstairs to the other shower to give herself a good scrub and to try to get rid of the ink. Olivia wondered what her mother remembered from this afternoon's events? She certainly didn't seem to be acting different, even though she just got fucked by eighteen guys. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her torso and headed down the stairs. The hot water felt great and fortunately the ink wasn't permanent and came off fairly easily. It felt good to scrub the crusty semen from her genitals as it was starting to irritate her well used pussy. She looked down and thought she could see her pussy lips starting to become a little more prominent. They were starting to lose their little girl look and were starting to look more mature. It looked like her pubic hair was beginning to get a little thicker too! She teased her fingers through her pussy lips feeling the delicious sensations that it generated. A busy as she had been lately, she knew she wouldn't be getting through the night comfortably without more attention to her kitty. And surprisingly, she wasn't sore down "there" from her gang bang today, a little tender maybe but definitely not sore. Olivia threw her towel around her chest and headed back upstairs. She saw that her mother had left the bathroom and looked in her room on her way down the hall. She was in bed curled up in a ball under the covers, and appeared to be fast asleep. Olivia threw on some pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and went into the kitchen to grab something to eat. She took her evening pill and fixed a sandwich and returned to her room. She checked her cell phone and saw several text messages. She had a few from the guys from the church, one from Stacy asking her to text her when she got home, and one from Steve. His said check this out and it had a link to a YouTube video. She clicked on the link on her iPhone and up came a video of her pulling a train from this afternoon. It was a series of clips taken of her fucking guy after guy. They even showed the guys writing their names and numbers on her ass. She was able to identify some of the faces with the names she had written down. One of the guys was really good looking and had a big cock, she made a notation next to his name on her list. "That's fucking awesome," she thought as she watched herself take on guy after guy. "Oh, I'm cumming there!" she squealed. She watched the video in amazement as she could see her whole body shudder, and her eyes screwed tight, as she went through her orgasm. "I look so hot," she said to herself as she watched the video several times, unable to stop watching herself as she fucked all those guys. "I should be in porno movies. All the guys would love to watch me fuck like that," she thought. "I gotta call Stacy and get her to watch this," she thought as she switched over to the phone application. Stacy answered her phone on the fourth ring, she sounded out of breath. "He, hel-lo?" "Stace it's me, what's wrong?" "Nuh, nothing's wrong, ohhh" "Are you fucking someone right now?" "Kinda, I'm getting my pussy eaten out." "By who?" "My sister, she's getting pretty good at it too!" she grunted as her orgasm approached. "What! Your sister! What the fuck are you talking about?" "We've had a busy day, can you come over so I can tell you about it?" "Nah, my mom isn't feeling well, she's resting. We kinda had a busy day too." "Yeah, I know, I saw the video of her getting gang-banged." "What? Her video? You mean my video don't you? What are you talking about?" "There were a couple of YouTube videos Steve showed us before he took my sister and I home. We watched your video and then your mom's. You looked way fucking hot too! Your mom looked passed out, so it was kinda boring, but yours was amazing. I thought the car load of Mexicans I took on today was exciting, but you girl, you rock!" "You fucked a car load of Mexicans?" "Yeah, Steve was too tired from fucking my sister so I had to find my own action, and they were the first to come along... , it's a long story." "I have a gang-bang video on YouTube, so does my mom, and now Steve's fucking your sister. I think my brain is gonna explode. How did she get involved in this?" Stacy filled her in on the day's events and how her sister was brought into the sisterhood of the raging hormones. While she listened to Stacy recount the day's activities, Olivia had her hands down her pants frigging away at her pussy, three fingers buried in her quim and the other hand giving her clit a go. Between the videos and the stories Stacy was telling her, her horny meter was pegged at the red line. "Ok, I get all that," she continued. "But why is your sister eating your pussy?" she asked "The little bitch is getting good at it, it seems she kinda likes it. It feels really good, I need it and she isn't saying no so I'm keeping her busy at it. Plus I figured she owed me from this morning when she left me short of my orgasm, and that forced me to take on the Mexicans," she said. "She's eaten me out to three orgasms so far, but I need cock soon, and apparently, so does she. I'll let you know how we make out, talk to you later girl, bye," she said and hung up. Olivia was stunned by the turn of events, not that anything the pair of them did anymore should come as any shock. She pulled up the video of her mother getting fucked and as she watched it, she grew even more aroused. She started out on her hands and knees and seemed to be coherent and enjoying the sex, but after a few scenes, she was on her back and looked passed out cold. She watched as guy after guy filled her pussy with their seed, her gigantic titties rocking back and forth with the force of their thrusts. A couple of the guys had chosen not to deposit their seed in her pussy in favor of shooting it in her mouth. "That explains why she said her mouth tasted awful. Strange, I get turned on by the taste," she thought as her orgasm approached. Watching her mother taking it from both ends at the same time did it for her and she felt her orgasm flood through her as her fluids soaked her hands and her pajama bottoms. Olivia was thinking about Katy and the visit they had to Dr. Sanders' office and the medicine he gave to her, as she stripped off her bottoms. She pulled one her new g-strings out of her drawer and pulled them on, "No sense making a mess of another pair of pajamas." She was certain now that the medicine she was on wasn't an anti-inflammatory, but some kind of hormone pill than resulted in making her horny and also making her boobs grow. There was no doubt either that the cream was not just your everyday cream either. She was torn, she knew that she had been taken advantage of and that all her recent sexual behavior was directly related to the pills, or was it? She had been really horny to begin with, and if she had of fucked Steve without being on the pills, would she still have gone down this path? She thought there was a good chance she might have anyway. She was having so much fun doing very adult things that other kids her age weren't doing. If she stopped taking the medicine, she might be able to put all this to a stop. Then again, would Steve let her stop? If she stopped taking the medication, would it still be as much fun? If not, she might find she didn't enjoy it anymore, but still be forced to have the sex anyway. Plus, what about her boobs? They had grown so much, and that would certainly stop, at least for now. She was thinking about her mother's enormous and beautiful boobs and thought about how much she wanted to look like that. She weighed the choices and found that she liked having all the sex, and she loved how her boobs were growing and how beautiful they looked. No she would keep taking the medication. But what if Dr. Sanders wouldn't give it to her anymore? She could always fuck him to get more, that was easy enough. "Decision made," she thought as she adjusted the g-string over her crotch, splitting her pussy lips into two equal halves. They felt so sexy the way they pressed into her sex. Olivia was still so very horny and went to her closet to retrieve her nipple clamps and her vibrator. "Might as well have some fun if I'm in for the evening," she thought. Her phone rang, and she recognized it as Steve's house number. "Hi Steve," she answered. "It's not Steve." "Oh, hello Mr. Johnson." "Please, call me Reed. Do you remember when I asked you if you were up for some more thrills?" "Yeah, sure." "Well, are you up for some tonight?" "I'm not sure I can, my mom's not felling very good and I shouldn't leave her by herself asleep." "It would only be for an hour, do you think you can sneak out for an hour?" he asked. "I guess so, what do you want me to do?" "Wear something simple, nothing sexy, like jeans and a t-shirt, put your hair up in a pony tail and wear light makeup. I'll meet you out front in my car. I have someone I want you to meet, then I'll bring you back home, easy as that," he said. "Am I having sex with this person?" she asked. "Only if you want to," he replied. "Duh, I fucked bums in an alley by choice, is there anyone I wouldn't want to fuck?" she thought. Olivia dressed as requested which was a dramatic change from the past few days, although she did keep the g-string on. Olivia met Reed out front as promised and he drove off. He kept the conversation light and didn't tell her much about the details of her rendezvous. Reed pulled into the parking lot of the Four Seasons, and got out, "let's go sweetheart." Olivia followed him through the ornate lobby complete with marble covered walls and floors. She had never been in a hotel this fancy before. Come to think of it, she had really only been in a few in her lifetime, certainly none this fancy. Reed ushered her into the elevator and they took it to the top floor. Reed knocked on the door and it was opened by a grey haired man dressed in formal attire. "Welcome, you must be Reed Johnson, and this lovely creature must be the young lady from the photos," he said as he welcomed the pair into his suite. "I've been looking forward to meeting you young lady, even since I caught sight of your loveliness today. I must say, you do move quickly Mr. Johnson," the man added. "Olivia this is Mr. Adams," he is an admirer of young beauty. "I can handle it from here Mr. Johnson. Would you mind waiting in the lobby? I'll call you when we're finished, ok?" he asked. Reed was a little leery about leaving Olivia with this man he had just met electronically. He was a friend of a friend of a friend, who was known in small circles that liked the company of young female acquaintances. He knew nothing of the man other than the obvious fact that he had money. He had emailed him a few of the pictures of Olivia, mostly with her clothes on, and a few with some of them removed. Certainly not the hardcore pictures with the various paraphernalia she stuck into her crevice. His reply was immediate, he wanted to meet the young lady as soon as possible, cost was not an issue. There was no request for sex, he just asked for her to spend some time with him at a specified place, and he would be paid handsomely. "Fine, but she'll not be harmed in any way, or else you'll have me to answer to," he replied, his dissatisfaction obvious. "Oh, you have nothing to worry about, she can have her cell phone with her at all times and if she feels the least bit uncomfortable, she can call you right away and she'll be off," he insisted. "Olivia, are you okay with that?" "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied as she watched Reed Johnson head for the door. "My dear, you are truly lovely, a sight to behold," he said as he directed her to sit on the couch with him. "I am simple man, I want to admire your beauty in any way you feel comfortable sharing," he said. "I'm not sure I know what you mean by in any way?" she asked. "I don't like to be too forward in such matters. In simpler terms, I would be happy to enjoy your company in any fashion that makes you comfortable. If that means you keep me company on the sofa dressed as you are, then I am fine with that. However, if you felt comfortable enough to share your beauty with me in other ways, you'd make this old man very happy." "So do you want me naked or not?" she asked rather forwardly. "Oh my, that would be lovely!" he squealed. Olivia pulled her t-shirt over her head and unbuttoned her jeans, leaving her in one of her new Victoria's Secret bras, and the bright red g-string she had put on before Reed called. She twirled around showing off her tight, toned body. She could tell by the look in his eyes that she had him hooked. He had the same look as all the other guys from the club, and all the guys from the beach house. They all wanted her and she knew it, she relished their desire, it fueled her lust. She sought to tease and to please the old man with her display. "Can you put on some music?" she asked. The old man fumbled for the remote and was able to put some music on for her. Olivia didn't really know the song, but she moved to the beat using her years of dance training to find a rhythm that she could use to show off her talents, and her assets. She could see the old man squirming in his seat as he tried to make himself more comfortable with what could only be an erection in his pants. Olivia danced over to him and plopped herself down on his lap, her crotch finding his as she ground her g-string clad pussy over his tented slacks. She draped her g-string split vulva over his pole, as she rocked her pussy back and forth over his erection. "Do you like that?" she asked. "Oh, that feels so nice my dear." "Do you want me to make you feel even better?" she asked, with a pouty school girl look. "Oh yes, yes, please!" he begged. Olivia unzipped his pants and reached in through the fly, finding his erection clad in a pair of boxers. She pulled his cock out through the fly and rubbed it up and down with her hands. She popped the button on his pants and started working them down towards his hips. She stood up and pulled on his pant legs as he lifted his hips up. His gnarled old-man legs came into view, but she didn't care, she was focused on his tool which still poked through his boxers. It stood at attention and called her name. Olivia climbed back up on the couch and straddled his lap as she continued her lap dance. Her secretions had thoroughly soaked her g-string and she used the wet surface to ride up and down on his member. The slickness had his old cock as hard as a helping of Viagra could muster. She could see him staring at her body, his eyes going from her bra-clad breasts to her g-string covered pussy. "Do you want to see my tits?" she asked. His eyes lit up at the question, and he nodded excitedly. Olivia reached back and undid the clasp on her bra and let the straps slowly fall from her shoulders. She held the cups in her hands still covering her breasts as she rested her steamy, wet pussy on his hard cock. She slowly lowered the bra until her precious breasts came into view. The truly were a sight to behold, standing high on her chest, the globes sprouting outwards with no drop to them. They were big, and firm, capped with little pink nipples that shook with every stroke of her clad pussy on the old man's cock. She squeezed her breasts working from the base of her breasts upward until she reached her little nipples, giving them a hard pinch, and repeating the caress over and over again. "Can you do it just like that?" she asked. "I'll try my best," he said as he reached up and grabbed onto each perfect globe. Olivia sighed as she welcomed the touch of yet another stranger, he pleasuring adding to her growing urge to fuck the old man. She continued rubbing her crotch up against his cock. The material starting to be a nuisance as her urge to tease the man was replaced by her urge to satisfy her own needs. She reached down and pulled the flimsy material to the side so she could rub his cock directly with her own silken flesh. Her downy labia saturated with her copious secretions slid easily over his veiny shaft, her clit rubbing across his shaft with every stroke of her hips. She was going to cum soon and she wanted to do it right. She grabbed his shaft and aimed it at her hole, then sunk her hips down enveloping him to the hilt. "Ahhhh, that feels like hot silk, my dear," he whispered as she began a gentle sliding action. She was displacing his entire length with her upstroke and then swallowing him whole with her down stroke. She was impressed with is hardness and his size for an older man. It filled her just right, hitting her cervix just as she bottomed out on his pelvic bone. It gave her just the right "fill" as she pressed her clit up against his pelvis and ground it around, working her orgasm closer. She felt it coming and yelled at the man to pinch her nipples really hard, which he did at same time as she slammed her clit down as hard as she could onto his pelvic bone. It probably hurt the old man a little, as she ground her pussy down on him as hard as her young muscles would allow. Her orgasm coursed through her and her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vise. Olivia expected to feel his cock pulsing in her pussy, all the guys lost their loads when she came on their cocks, but his didn't. She looked at him and asked if he was alright? "I'm fine dear, I haven't cum in years, must be the old age, but I can still get it up with the help of my doctor and it still feels amazing," he said. "I'm sorry, I'll keep trying. I'm sure there's something I can do to get you there." "Well, you could try massaging my prostate a little, and see if that helps," he offered. "How do I do that?" she asked. The old man explained to her what it was and where it was and she nodded and sought to help the old man out. She wasn't quite done with his cock though and rode him until she had another orgasm, because like he said, it still felt great, and she couldn't agree more. Pulling her sopping pussy from his tool, Olivia got down on her knees and motioned for the old man to stand up. She sucked his cock into her mouth and proceeded to insert her thumb into her swampy pussy, getting it very wet. She then used her well trained mouth to suck the man into her throat and used her throat muscles to massage his cock. The old man had never felt anything like that before and moaned at the sensation. "That feels superb my dear, you may make me cum yet," he swooned. Olivia pulled her thumb out from her pussy and searched for the man's anal opening. Finding it she pushed the tiny digit in through the sphincter and pushed as deep in as her thumb could go. She felt around with her thumb as she continued sucking the man's cock in and out of her throat. She found the walnut sized organ and rubbed her thumb up against it. The old man spontaneously bucked hips and found his cum shooting out of his cock, straight down the young girl's throat as his orgasm quickly passed through him. It wasn't much of an orgasm, but it counted, as he slumped over grabbing her shoulders as the last surges of his orgasm lingered. "Oh my dear, you are such a wonder. I would be honored if you could join me again some time for another visit," he said as he pulled his medically enhanced erection from her mouth, the thing still hard as steel. "Absolutely, but if you're not done," she said pointing to his still-hard shaft, "then I'm not done," she said, pushing him back towards the couch. Olivia laid down and spread her legs and said, "let's go." Olivia wore the old man out. He was good for giving her one more orgasm before he physically just couldn't take anymore. "I'm not the man I used to be he said, despite what my medication and erect phallus may suggest. But thank you again for giving me what I thought was lost. You are truly a treasure my dear." "Thanks, I had fun," she said. "Well, you better call your friend and tell him to come get you, I'm sure you have somewhere more interesting to be then here," he said. "Well, my mom isn't feeling well and I should get going home." "Your mom, huh. May I ask you your age my dear?" "I'm twelve, but I'm not your typical twelve year old. I'm kinda grown up for my age," Olivia replied as she started putting her clothes back on. "Let me say again, it was truly a once in a life time experience to have met you my dear." Olivia called the number Mr. Johnson's had left for her and waited for him to come up. Several minutes later there was a knock on the door and Reed Johnson was there waiting. "If you wouldn't mind waiting outside for a second honey, I'll be right there," Reed said. Several long minutes later, Reed Johnson reappeared from inside the hotel room and escorted Olivia to the elevator. "Everything go okay Olivia? He didn't want anything, uh, you know, kinky did he?" Reed asked. "No, he was a nice man, I liked him," she replied. "Good, because he said you were something special, and I have to agree with him," he said as he gave her a hug and squeezed her butt cheek. Reed drove the two of them home and said, "You did good kid, I got something for you for your efforts," and handed her a wad of cash. "What's this for?"she asked, as she absently counted through the wad of bills. There must have been a thousand dollars in her hand. "You earned it, the old man really thought you were worth his time, and money. That's your share, fifty-fifty. I set it up, you did the work. I figure that's fair, don't you?" he asked. "Yeah, I guess, so. I didn't realize I could get paid for this," she said. "This is just the beginning. You could have college paid for in no time with your looks, body, and natural gifts," he said as he pulled into his driveway. He gave her a look she had seen before, "do you have time for us to have a little fun?" he asked. "Let me check and see if my mom is still asleep, if she is, absolutely," she replied as she climbed out of his car. "I'll flash my bedroom lights on and off if she's still asleep, if you see the sign, meet me out back," she said. Olivia snuck in as quietly as possible and as she tip-toed down the hallway she saw that her mother hadn't moved since she had left. Olivia went into her room and carefully hid the wad of cash Mr. Johnson had given her. She then stripped down completely and found a sheer negligee in her hidden box at the back of her closet and put it on. It hung from her protruding breasts, tented out tantalizingly, her nipples clearly on display. It was extremely sexy and she looked dynamite in it. She found her jar of cream and popped the lid off. She didn't need it for the sex, she enjoyed that all by itself, she just wanted the high she got from it. She scooped out a big hunk of it and opened up her pussy as best she could and stuffed it inside. She used her trusty dildo to push as much of it as she could inside herself and work the phallus in and out until she could feel the rush from the meth (and the X, but she didn't know that was even there). Olivia flicked her light on and off several times and then opened her window, and began to crawl out. Reed was already waiting for her and helped her down from the window ledge. "Damn you're so beautiful," he said as he looked at the gorgeous girl standing before him. "You ain't so bad yourself," she said as she traced her finger tip around his mid section and finally ending up tracing up and down the outline of his growing erection. "I have to admit I got kinda jealous leaving you with that old man tonight," he said as he caressed her arms, working his way around her waist and pulling her close to him. "Jealous, of what? You can have me any time you want," she replied, as she pressed her hips up against his, feeling his erection with the front of her tummy. His one hand remained behind her waist and held the two close, his other hand reaching up and squeezing one of her firm breasts. "I'm not sure how to say it because I'm not sure what I feel exactly. I think I have feelings for you Olivia. You're such a special girl and I really enjoyed the time we've spent together. This morning was so sensual. You made love to me like no other woman has ever done. I know it sounds stupid, but it wasn't just sex, we connected I think," he admitted. "Yeah, that was really different. I mean I've had a lot of sex lately, and it was all fun, but this morning was completely different. The way you looked at me, the fact that you put my needs and feelings above your own, that was really nice. I really enjoyed it. That's why when you asked me to meet you tonight, I didn't hesitate. I wanted that feeling again," she said as she felt the meth really kicking in. She knew she wouldn't be as coherent as this for long, so she wanted him to know how she felt before the meth and her overpowered sexuality kicked in and drowned out her sound reasoning. She reached for his button and zipper, determined to see his manhood pop into view. Olivia was rewarded as Reed's big cock was released as she eased his shorts down his legs, naturally he wore no underwear so his cock was immediately available to her touch. She lightly traced her fingers up and down his shaft as he lifted her negligee up and over her head. Her physical beauty was breathtaking, with her toned muscular body and her large protruding breasts. Her tiny tuft of blond hair over her pubic patch matched the color of her long flowing head of hair. Her blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Her beauty was overpowering. She had that innocent looking face the belied the true sexual animal underneath. She grinned at him as he traced his finger tips around her areola; she loved her nipples to be played with, it brought such incredible feelings as she felt the shocks emanating from her breasts and coursing throughout her body. Whatever those pills were doing for her, she loved the sensations it produced within her. "Wanna take a dip?" he asked. "Sure, that would feel so good," she replied. The two lovers both dove into the pool and surfaced in the deep end. Olivia was such a natural athlete that she glided across the pool ending up in the shallow end, Reed not far behind. He immediately embraced her and kissed her passionately. Olivia realized that very few of the guys she had been with actually kissed her, and she really connected through the kiss. She returned Reed's kiss with all the passion she could muster. She poked her tongue past his lips and immediately found his tongue entangled with hers. It was so intimate, she loved it. Her juices were already flowing, but now they kicked into overdrive. This man turned her on like no other. She reached down and grabbed onto his hard cock and began stroking it. Reed picked the slight girl up and cradled her in his arms, her one arm wrapping tightly around his neck, the other stick attached to his erection. He held her above his cock, her pussy inches above, and begging to be as one. Olivia did her best to shimmy her torso down so that her pussy could align with his cock head. She loved the feel of his big cock from this morning's encounter as it pushed into her repeatedly, she longed for that feeling again. He could feel her attempts to slither down his body and he loved teasing her as he resisted her attempts to get her pussy onto his member. Reed walked the two of them over the wall and he deposited his young lover on the cool cement as be backed up leaving her legs spread wide, her pussy gleaming in the moonlight. "First things first babe," he said as he went in mouth first, intent on giving her a delicious oral orgasm. Olivia was in heaven, Reed was attending to her every need, both emotional and sexual. It was like they were newlyweds on their honeymoon. He was so attentive and romantic, his mouth locked onto her pussy, his tongue dancing over her clitoris, his finger tracing up and down her slit. Teasing her just enough to feel the orgasm slowly building without going too far, too fast. He eased her back until she was laying flat against the concrete, her thighs resting on top of his shoulders; his head scissored between them. He reached up with one hand and squeezed her breast while the other slowly worked its way up her pussy, feeling for her g-spot. Olivia felt an urge to push that she had never felt before as Reed stimulated her g-spot directly. It was different than her usual orgasmic feeling, this was different, but still really good. She felt a weird contraction as her orgasm hit, her pussy muscles reflexing in a way that opened up her vaginal canal really wide, while at the same time, she felt something let loose that felt like her bladder releasing. Reed suddenly found his hand slipping into her pussy as it sucked open forming a cavern of sorts, while at the same time, her pussy suddenly gushing large quantities of fluid seemingly out of nowhere. Her body convulsing strangely around his hand as all four fingers slipped into her suddenly gaping pussy. It was if a giant invisible fist had opened up inside her birth canal as Reed's fingers went in deep. His mouth was overflowing with her fluids; he sucked down what he could, finding it very watery without much flavor. Reed could suddenly feel his fingers reaching the end of her vaginal canal, his finger tips bumping against her cervix. His index finger could still feel the slight opening in the center of the doughnut that he had opened up from their morning play. He gave a slight push and felt the tip enter her uterus. He was able to get his finger in about an inch before his large hand could just not get any further into her tight channel. Olivia was still coming down from her orgasm when she felt Reed's finger slip past her cervix. It was the same strange feeling she had felt that morning. It was a deep pressure; she couldn't tell if it was painful, or pleasurable, just very intense. And just as suddenly her orgasm returned with a vengeance and she bucked up against his hand, her legs flailing around him. Reed could feel her entire vagina and her uterus clamp down on his hand. It was stuck and there was no way he was getting his hand back until she finished going through whatever is was she called this kind of orgasm. It looked amazing that anyone could experience a total body experience such as that. Olivia didn't know what was happening to her, only that she was orgasming in a way she had never experienced before. She had felt some amazing orgasms over the past week, and had she not passed out his morning, she was sure that one would have felt like this one. "Wow, that was amazing," she gasped as Reed extracted his hand from her pussy, the tube contracting back down to its usual tight condition. Reed looked up grinning, "I thought I was gonna drown with your gusher. You squirted over and over again into my mouth, and I thought you were going to rip my handoff, it was so cool. I've heard of girls squirting like that before, but I've never seen it first hand," he added. "Think you could do it again?" he asked. "I don't know, you could try," she said, her upper body resting on her elbows as her breasts glinted in the moonlight. Her long blond hair cascading down off her shoulders, onto the cement below her. "Let's do it again," he smiled. Reed went to work using two fingers deep in her pussy, digging hard hitting her g-spot over and over again. Olivia had felt the same feeling coming over her again. It was such a strange feeling, it was almost what she thought childbirth must feel like, the urge to push hard, and so she did. Her pussy opened up again, and squirt after squirt emanated from her vaginal area as she orgasmed again. The wetness squirted all over Reed's arm as he continued his assault on her pussy, although this time he opted not to go "all in". Instead this time he just used his middle two fingers to provide rapid friction to the upper portion of her vagina, pounding in at a lightning pace. She squirted a dozen times before the sensation became too much for her and she begged Reed to stop. But he wouldn't, he continued rubbing her g-spot furiously and as the initial sensitivity passed, she felt the orgasm building and before long, she was orgasming again, and the squirting continued, jet after jet. Olivia lost count how many times she had cum this way. In between cums she begged Reed to stop, but he never let up giving her orgasm after orgasm. Finally she seemed completely exhausted and he removed his fingers from her pussy. She was drenched, he was drenched, her vaginal fluid was everywhere. Thank God the squirt ended up in the pool or there would have been a huge mess to clean up, he thought. Reed stepped up and sunk his tool into her gash, sinking all the way into her soaked hole. Olivia gasped at the intrusion and sat up, glad that he had finally let up on her exhausted pussy. He picked her up off the cement and allowed her to sink all the way down his tool until her groin met up with his. That's when he started fucking her hard, pounding her pussy with is steely rod until she felt his cock twitching and knew he had spewed his seed into her pussy. His tool bumping up against her cervix, the head trying to peak its way back inside her uterus with every thrust. "I probably would have made it back in," he thought, if he'd been able to last longer. "That was beautiful babe," he said. "I'm not sure if I just love fucking you, or if I'm starting to fall in love with you," he admitted. Olivia looked at Reed in a new light, she was only twelve, she didn't know anything about love, or loving anybody, well other than her mother. The only thing that she loved was sex and boy did she love that! He had just said he might be falling in love with her! That's crazy she thought, but he did make her feel... , what? What was it he made her feel? There was something there that she felt about him that she felt about no one else. "You make me feel special," she replied "That was pretty wild tonight, I mean everything that happened from the time I called until now. Wanna try something wild again tomorrow night?" he asked. "Anything you say," she said as she playfully pinched the end of his softening cock. "Can I ask you a favor?" "Yeah, sure, anything." "Can you stay the night in my bed? I just want you by me all night," he admitted. "I can't, what if my mom realizes I'm not home, she'll freak." "How about if I come into your room and spend some time with you in your bed?" "I guess that would be okay, but you have to be quiet, if my mom finds out we'll both be dead meat." With that, Reed and Olivia climbed through the window and snuggled under her covers naked. It was glorious for both of them. They spooned together with Olivia in front. Before long, his erection returned and she gladly accepted it back into her body. Olivia fell asleep with her next door neighbor's cock slowly spearing in and out of her pre-teen pussy. ------- Chapter 11 Note: The time-line for this chapter begins about the same time Olivia and her mother return from the Beach. It was my only alternative to actually cutting and pasting parts of each scene into one another to keep the time flowing together. I didn't want to lose the flow of each scene, so I did it this way. ------- Stacy and Katy walked in the door after being dropped off by Steve, at nearly five o'clock. Their parents usually made it home from work around five, five-fifteen on most weekdays. Their nana was snoozing on the couch in front of the TV as usual. They had made it home before their parents and immediately went to Stacy's room. Stacy instructed her sister to take her evening pill and she followed suit and took her own. Stacy stripped off her two day old clothing and put on a skimpy bikini and ordered her sister to do the same. "So how many times did Steve fuck you today?" Stacy asked. "Four times, and it felt better and better every time. Do you think we could get him to come over tonight? I feel like I really need it again," Katy asked with a concerned look on her face. "Tell you what, you help me out and I'll help you out, k?" "Sure, what do you want me to do," Katy asked. Stacy sat her butt down on the edge of the bed and pulled the crotch of her bikini bottoms aside exposing her bare pussy, "Start licking and I'll help you out next." Katy tentatively got down on her knees, and stared at her sisters bald slit at eye level. Her puffy labia looked identical to her own as she shimmied up closer bringing her to within inches of her sister's cunt. She could smell the musky aroma as she reached out and pressed her fingers into her slit, pulling the big puffy lips open exposing her inner lips, her clitoris, and her vaginal opening. She had never looked at her own pussy that closely before and she found staring at her sister's most intimate parts very erotic. She poked her tongue out and flicked her clitoris with it which caused her sister to jump a little. She did it again and this time swirled just the tip of her tongue around the little bud. Stacy moaned as her big sister hit her button just right with her tongue. She pushed her hips forward trying to get the older girl to keep up her tonguing action. Katy circled her tongue around the bud a few more times and then dipped down, tasting her folds and then ending up with her tongue dancing around the opening of her vagina. Her pussy tasted salty and sweet and just a little bit musky. She dipped her tongue into her sister's opening and pushed her way in as far as her tongue could go. It felt so incredibly neat to feel her opening contracting around the tip of her tongue as her stimulation produced little sighs and moans from her little sister. Katy dove face first into her cleft, her tongue riding up and down her sensitive folds going from the tip of her clit hood all the way down to the bottom of her slit. "Keep going down," Stacy urged as she brought her knees up to her chest giving Katy all the access she could need. Katy licked up and down, not stopping until her tongue reached her sister's anus. She circled her anus with her tongue and even dipped into the tight sphincter a few times and then returned to her clitty and remained there. "Stick some fingers in me," Stacy moaned as her sister went to town licking and sucking on her engorged clitty. Katy plunged two fingers, then three into her sister's quim. She sawed her hand in and out of her juicy twat while her Stacy panted and moaned at her exertions. Stacy shuddered a few minutes later as her sister gave her a very intense orgasm. "That was fun, can I do it again?" Katy asked. "You don't have to ask, just do it anytime you want to," she replied, still trying to recover from the harlot's work. Katy dove back onto her sister's pussy and licked her from stem to stern, this time lingering a little longer around her rosebud. On her way back up she pushed her tongue into her sister's quim as far as her tongue could go. She worked it around and around, in and out and ended up with some white discharge in her mouth that tasted kinda bleachy and salty. She lifted her head and stuck her tongue out saying, "Whaths, thish?" "Oh, it looks like you got some Mexican cum there, it must not have dripped out completely after all," she said looking at the cloudy substance on Katy's tongue. "Swallow it down and get used to it, you'll be consuming a lot of it in the near future." Katy went back to work and didn't stop until she had given her sister another amazing cum. It took her a while to recover, but when she did, Stacy wanted to return the favor to her big sister for giving her such good orgasms. Stacy got up, donned her bikini bottoms, and told Katy she'd be right back and she then left the room. Stacy returned a few minutes later with a few items in her hand; she had her hairbrush, a cucumber and a carrot. "Lay down on the bed like I was and relax," she instructed as she kneeled on the floor in front of her sister. Stacy pulled her sisters bikini bottoms to the side exposing her muff, just like she had done with her own. "That's such a cute little pussy," she thought. "No wonder Steve wanted to fuck it so much today." Stacy traced her fingers up and down her sister's slit with the sparse hairs, and felt the moisture that was already present. "She must have gotten pretty turned on eating me out," Stacy thought. She pulled her lips open exposing her inner folds and returned the favor by flicking her tiny clit with her tongue, eliciting an "eek" from her sister. Stacy locked her mouth onto her sisters slit and battered her clit with her tongue until it swelled up. While she licked around the base of her clit, she worked her index finger into her super snug hole and sluiced it in and out feeling her slippery secretions as it coated her finger. Stacy licked her finger tasting her sister's juices finding it sweet and salty. It was so much tastier than man cum she realized, suddenly wondering why she hadn't sampled her sister's charms sooner. Stacy grabbed the carrot and slipped it into her tight little hole while she continued to slurp on her clit. She worked the carrot in, twisting it back and forth as the tapered phallus opened her up. Katy was still not completely used to having "things" in her pussy, even though she loved having sex with Steve today. The carrot felt cold, rough, hard and foreign in her pussy. Steve's cock felt like it belonged in her pussy, it was hot and smooth, and gave her soft, slippery friction. Stacy was working her way up in size trying to open her little sister up so she would be able to take on most normal sized cocks. If the hormones made her half as horny as she was at all times, Katy would need to be able to take on all comers no matter what the size. She pulled out the carrot and then inserted the hairbrush handle. Its tapered gel-filled handle gave it a soft and squishy feel, and it slid in smoothly. Katy sighed as the intruder felt more "natural" and she arched her hips ups to give her sister better access to slide the instrument in further. Stacy rotated the handle in conjunction with her thrusting movements and gave her pussy a good ride. She recalled how good it felt when Phil did the same thing to her. Stacy kept up with the stimulation to her sister's clit and soon had the young teen moaning and groaning as she fucked the hairbrush into her slit over and over again. Katy had done such a good job giving her two good orgasms in a row, she felt obligated to really give her a good one in return. Stacy was remembering back to how good her sister's tongue had felt on her own pussy and replaced her fingers with her mouth on her top of her slit. Her tongue immediately pushed into the warm, wet folds and found her swelling clitoris. Katy bucked her hips back in return as her little sister attacked her clit, sucking the little nub up with her lips, her tongue dancing around the fleshy nub. Katy felt her orgasm coming and grabbed her sister's head, mashing her face into her pussy just as she let loose, bucking her hips violently upward. Stacy's face was getting a rough ride as her little sister held her head in a death grip, her faced mashed up against her pussy while she bucked through her orgasm. By the time Katy released her sister's head, her face was shiny with her pussy juice from the copious flow from her juicy twat. "That was amazing. I didn't expect you to be able to have an orgasm like that," Stacy said. "Yours are like that, and I'm a year older than you, so I should hope I'd be able to have orgasms like that." "I don't know, you're still new to all this, and even though you're my big sister, you're still a shrimp," Stacy said as she got up off her knees and pulled the hairbrush handle form her sister's glistening slit. "Can I have another one?" Katy asked, as she laid there, legs still spread wide. "I can try, but let me try something a little bigger and see how your pussy handles it. It should make you cum harder." "Will it hurt?' "Not if I use some of your cream," Stacy replied as she walked over to her closet where she had stashed her bag of slut clothes, and looked for the Katy's jar. Stacy opened her sister's special jar of cream, containing the heavy doses of cocaine, meth, and X and generously slathered it up and down her slit. She used her left hand to pry open her pussy lips and did her best to try to push another scoop of it into her vagina. She used the hairbrush handle to try and poke as much of the cream inside her slick hole. Reaching for the cucumber she hefted the large vegetable wondering if this was too much too soon for her. After all, her pussy had been pretty tight too, but now she could take on even DeShawn's giant cock. The cucumber was only about six inches long, but it was thick, about two and a half inches in diameter. It would certainly stretch her open more than she had ever felt before. Stacy started by rubbing the smooth end of the cuke up and down her slit coating it in the cream that still hadn't absorbed in yet. She also wanted to give the drugs time to take effect before going for it. Katy felt the rush from the cream, not knowing that she had just been served a potent cocktail of illegal drugs. She felt like she was floating on air and her body felt electrified. Her senses were tingling all over her body, especially from her sister rubbing something large and hard up and down her slit. It felt like heaven as she pulled her bikini top up so she could rub her sensitive nipples. She had never really tried to get any pleasure from them before, but since the shot and the pills Dr. Sanders had given her, they became super sensitive and any touch at all felt amazing. Even her t-shirt rubbing up against them felt awesome. They had just been puffy little pink circles before, now amazingly it looked like they were starting to stand out from her chest a little. Stacy had always had a little more baby fat on her, and she had little fat boobies, but Katy had always been so fit thanks to her gymnastics that all she had to show were a pair of nipples over her pectoral muscles. She felt the little disks of flesh crinkle up and for the first time she found that pinching them gave her a sensation like nothing she had ever felt before. It kinda hurt, but in a good way, as sparks shot down from her chest directly to her crotch and back up to her brain. Stacy rubbed the tip back down her sister's slit and pressed it up against her opening. She used her free hand to try to pull her lips open to provide the best angle to get the stout vegetable inside. She saw the green phallus slowly begin to slip in. A sigh from her sister confirmed it had begun its journey into her passage as the thickness began to split her open. She pushed and rotated it and added pressure as more of the vegetable forced its way into her stretched hole. Katy felt no pain, only pleasure as her pussy was stretched open further than she had ever thought possible. Her pussy felt hot and with every thrust of the hard object into her hole, sparks flew from her pussy up to her brain. It was amazing that she had lived the first thirteen years of her life, and had never felt pleasure like this ever before. It was intoxicating as the sensations consumed her. She was definitely going to enjoy this new phase of her life and was going to let nothing stand in her way of enjoying it as often as possible. What was disturbing was how her little sister had become so obviously more experienced sexually than she was. If it all felt this good, she'd have to make up that gap as quickly as possible. Stacy had only gotten the first third of the cucumber in, but based on her sister's gyrations, there wasn't any pain, only pleasure. She continued her forward pressure as the thickest part of the vegetable made it inside her hole. From there, it was easy as the taper on the cuke made the last half slide in fairly easily. She had no plans of shoving the whole thing it, but as she stopped pushing, Katy reached down and grabbed her hands and pulled them towards her pussy. Stacy pushed further as the end of the cucumber disappeared into her hole. The other end of the cuke must have been lodged up against the bottom of her canal because the cucumber would go no further. Her pussy closed up around the end of the cucumber as Katy's hands hugged her pussy, pulling her pooched pussy lips inward, increasing the pressure she felt inside her pussy. "Lick me," Katy sighed. Stacy leaned in and planted her mouth over her sister pussy and started to work her to another orgasm. Katy was getting close and the combination of her sister's oral ministrations and the thick cucumber stuffed into her pussy had her within a hair's breadth of cumming. A knock on her bedroom door startled the two girls as they both jumped, pulling their bikini's back into order. The cucumber still lodged inside Katy's vagina temporarily forgotten as they could hear her mother ask if she could come in. "Sure mom," Stacy replied, wiping her sister's secretions from her face with a nearby towel. Katy's face turned beat red with the realization that her mother had just about walked in on her with Stacy's face buried in her snatch. "Hi girls, we have dinner ready. Oh, it looks like you girls are ready for a swim," she said noticing her girls wearing the skimpy bikinis. "Holy cow, Stacy, when did you sprout those?" her mother asked, staring at her youngest daughters newly developed tits. "They've been growing for a while now mother, thanks for noticing," she said hoping her mother would buy it. "I'm sorry honey, your father and I have been so busy lately, what with work and all, I really should have noticed. Anyway, we have Chinese food on the table, come on and let's eat," she said holding the door open and gesturing for the girls to follow. Katy glared at her sister, her eyes begging her to help her somehow; anything to cause a distraction so she could remove the giant vegetable from her twat. "Now girls, before it gets cold," her mother ordered. Stacy led the way grabbing a t-shirt from her dresser, so that her tits wouldn't be the topic of conversation at the dinner table. Katy wobbled along, her pussy muscles gripping the large phallus lodged between her legs. She was trying her best not to walk too bow legged as she made it down the stairs on her way to the table. She sat down in her chair and grunted aloud as the cucumber was driven upward from the pressure on her bottom, stretching her vaginal tunnel to the max. The cocktail of drugs still coursed through her body and her level of arousal was peaked as she had only been seconds away from a killer orgasm before their mother interrupted them. To say Katy was horny was the understatement of the century. Katy's clit was begging to be touched as she sat there, barely able to concentrate from the intense pressure she felt in her pussy. It was one thing to have your pussy stretched out when you're in the throes of passionate, but quite another to sit at the dinner table with your parents when you're stoned, and have a thick cucumber stuffed in you. Katy tried her best to get through the dinner without bringing attention to her condition, but the urge to get herself off just kept getting worse. The giant phallus was a constant reminder of her growing horniness. She was trying to figure out if there was some way she could reach down into her bottoms and rub her clit without anyone noticing. To make matters worse, their parent's dog Brutus kept trying to dig his nose into her crotch. Brutus wasn't the family's dog; he was their parent's dog. He went with her mom and dad to work every day and slept in their bedroom at night. He was always friendly with the girls and he would play with the girls, but Brutus was loyal to his true masters, the girls' mother and father. Katy had to cover her crotch with her hand to keep Brutus' nose out from between her legs. She tried shooing him away several times but he returned repeatedly. She left her hand up against her slit after his latest attempt to gain access and she pressed her fingers into her crotch to try and relieve some of her sexual tension. She could have an orgasm in seconds with how aroused she felt, but she was deathly of afraid of everyone discovering her. Her posture was too erect for her to really reach her clitty, so she slouched down in her chair, pushing her hips up as much as she could without drawing attention to herself. Thank God for table cloths Katy thought as she knew one peak under the table, and anyone would know she was trying to gain access to her slit. Katy shifted around a few times in her seat, trying as best she could to make her actions look as natural as possible. She finally managed to get her pussy in a good position and her fingers did the rest. She rubbed her slit through the material and it felt good, it would feel even better if she could get her fingers under her bikini bottoms though. She pulled her finger up and went for the waist band, sliding her fingers under the stretchy material as covertly as possible. Stacy caught her eye and knew that her sister was up to something, and she was pretty sure it had to do with the giant cucumber stuffed up her twat. She felt bad for her, it was a pretty thick cucumber and she had never had anything near that big up her teenage pussy before. She wasn't even sure if she could have sat that long with such a thick vegetable in her pussy, maybe she'd try it later just for kicks! Katy worked her fingers down to her slit and dug them in, finding her clit right away. She strummed her fingers around but they soon grew tired fighting against the tight material of her cramped bottoms. They were hampering her efforts to work her slit properly so she pulled the tops down slightly trying to give her fingers more space within which to work. That didn't work so she used her hand to pull the crotch to the side so she could work her slit unhampered. That was all the window Brutus needed as he rushed forward sticking his large snout into her pussy, his tongue immediately licking her slit from bottom to top and then back down again. Katy just about shot out of the chair as she felt the prickly snout dive into her privates. The tongue went up and down her slit so fast she almost didn't know what was happening. Her hand holding her gusset open felt the whiskers and her brain immediately put it together that Brutus had just thoroughly licked her slit in the blink of an eye. His rough tongue gave her an amazing amount of friction that neither Steve's nor her sister's tongue could match. "Something wrong honey?" her mother asked. "No mom, I'm fine, just felt a chill or something and it made me shudder," Katy replied as she felt the dog's tongue continue licking up and down her slit. Her mother was no fool; she'd felt that tongue work her own slit a million times and knew quite assuredly that if she looked under the table, she'd find Brutus' snout parked between her daughter's legs. She smirked at her husband as she continued eating her dinner. He returned the look but gave no hint of being aware of what their precious dog might be up to. Brutus was well trained in the art of cunnilingus and made short work of the inexperienced girl. Katy's orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave, her whole body tensing, a low grunting noise emitting out of her as the waves of ecstasy passed through her. Her pussy muscles contracted intensely around the thick phallus invading her twat, forcing the shiny smooth vegetable to shoot from her contracting hole. Stacy saw her sister orgasming at the dinner table. There was no mistaking what she was going through, it was a big one, a toe curler. She heard the thud on the floor and felt the wet cucumber roll up against her foot. She pressed her feet together clasping the vegetable between them and hoisted it up off the floor as she looked from her mother to her father trying to gauge their reactions. They were staring at each other and then at Katy. Knowing there could be no other explanation of why a wet slippery cucumber was suddenly lying on the floor, Stacy did what her ever-present horniness told her was the obvious decision. She quickly reached under the table grabbing the slick veg in her right hand and pulled her crotch open with the other, and reamed her own sopping pussy, pushing the thick torpedo all the way in with one big push. "Ooof," she grunted, hoping her sister was distraction enough for her parents not to notice her obvious movements under the table. Both parents looked at each other with hidden amusement as their oldest daughter did her best to hide what was obviously a gigantic orgasm, her eyes screwed tight and her body still tense. Brutus wasn't done with her pussy and everyone could hear the animal's tongue making sloshing sounds from what could only be him licking a very wet pussy. Stacy's father gave the dog a gentle kick to get him to stop his licking. It was getting to the point that even Katy would realize what everyone else already knew, she had just experienced. Her dad wanted to save her some degree of dignity. He knew that if the children knew the real truth about their parents, they would realize he would be proud of what Katy had just done, but that would be for another day. "Are you okay honey? Did you have another chill?" her mother asked, with all the sincerity she could muster. Katy opened her eyes for the first time in nearly a minute and said, "Yeah, I don't know what came over me, it was like a seizure or something." "Do you feel better now dear?" her father asked. In his head he was thinking, "Shit after an orgasm like that, if you don't feel better, you never will!" "Yeah, I feel much better, thanks. I think I'm gonna go and lay down for a bit, if that's okay," Katy asked. "Maybe you should take Brutus with you and have him keep you company. He's like a big walking blanket, he'll keep you nice a warm," her mother suggested, her husband giving her a funny look at her suggestion. "Yeah, sure mom," Katy replied, knowing that she had never offered that before. "I wonder if she knows?" Katy thought to herself, "I tried to be as quiet as possible." Stacy offered to help her parents clear the table but they suggested she go check on Katy. Inside, Stacy sighed with relief because she really wanted to get the big cucumber out of her twat. She walked out of the kitchen and headed for the stairs. "Wow, I can't believe Kate let Brutus lick her to an orgasm like that, right in front of us," Bob Bennett said. "I know, but that dog has a skilled tongue, once he starts, it's hard to stop him. I'm surprised she let him though, especially at the dinner table," his wife Kathy replied. "That was one hell of an orgasm, I guess I know where she got that from!" he said laughing. "One question though, why'd you send Brutus up there with her? You know once he tastes pussy, he doesn't quit trying to get more until he busts his nut. And what hit the floor during her orgasm?" "That part I'm not sure about. I checked under the table and I didn't see anything, but I sent Brutus up there because the girls are experimenting with their sexuality and I figured he'd be safe for them to play with," she replied. "How did you know they were experimenting?" "When I went in Stacy's room, it reeked of pussy and there was a hairbrush and a carrot on the floor at Kate's feet and Stacy's face was still glistening. You put two and two together and the answer is obvious." "Good for them." Stacey headed down the hallway towards her room after climbing the stairs with her hand cupping her crotch the whole way up. Although she loved things stuffed in her pussy, it wasn't quite the stimulation she was looking for, but it was making her extremely horny, especially after watching the gigantic orgasm Katy had at the dinner table. She wanted an orgasm like that and knew her sister's talented mouth could take care of that quite easily. Stacy opened her door and saw a sight she would not soon forget. Katy was splayed out on the bed with her legs hanging over the edge, Brutus' tongue lapping at her pussy. She was naked from the waist down, her bikini bottoms were on the floor, her top pulled up with her hands going at her nipples. She was moaning uncontrollably, her head thrashing from side to side as it seemed she was approaching yet another orgasm. "Sorry to break up the party, but I need a good cum too," Stacy said as she closed the door, stripping off her own bottoms and climbing up onto the bed. She scrambled up onto the bed and climbed over her sister, straddling her face and planted her pussy right on her sister's mouth. The cucumber was slit lodged in her tunnel and now that she her sister was lapping at her slit, it was starting to feel pretty good in there. Her cell phone rang and fortunately it was within reach because if it wasn't, there was no way she was moving for it. "Hello?" "Hi Stace, it's Olivia, whatcha up to?" "Uhhhh, yeahh, like that." "Are you having sex?" Olivia asked. "Kinda... Stacy finished telling her best friend all about their day's activities just as her orgasm was building. Brutus was still going at Katy's crotch and she had gone through another orgasm while Stacy was on the phone. Katy was experiencing a new level of sexual bliss as she laid there with her legs draped over the edge of the bed. Her parent's dog licking her pussy giving her stimulation that she didn't know was possible. Her sister's delicious pussy planted on her face, her hands stimulating her overly-sensitive nipples, yes, this was heaven. She had experienced a killer orgasm in front of her parents and somehow they hadn't figured out what happened. She was amazed that they had bought her story, but it seemed they had. Katy worked her tongue over her sister's pussy as best she could, considering her head was trapped under her crotch and she couldn't maneuver her mouth the way she wanted to. Brutus' talented tongue had been going over her pussy for a while now, so when he suddenly stopped, she was incredibly disappointed. She tried pulling his head back with her legs; wrapping them around his head as he was pulling away. All she managed to do was have her body pulled closer to the edge of the bed. Stacey shifted her body with hers maintaining the contact of her pussy with her sister's face. Katy was sure the dog was trying to escape as she could feel him trying to free himself from the grasp of her legs. She couldn't see what he was doing thanks to the pink pussy glued to her face, but she could feel him moving around. Her legs were suddenly lifted up with his body as he climbed up from the floor. She could feel his furry body as it came in contact with hers. Something wet was rubbing up against her crotch and it reminded her that she was still as horny as ever and that she was craving Steve's cock in her. Whatever it was that was poking around her pussy was hot and wet and was sliding around getting closer to her opening. The next poke was right on target and Katy suddenly felt the hot object slide into her well lubricated hole. It was a snug fit, but the cucumber she had held inside her pussy had stretched her out enough that whatever had pierced her pussy now, fit nicely. It started fucking into her pussy at a furious pace and she could feel it swell even larger. It felt amazing as it pistoned in and out of her pussy. It could only be the dog's cock that was fucking her and it felt better than even Steve's cock. She could feel wetness dripping from her crotch as the well lubricated tool continued its assault on her young pussy. She reached down and rubbed the top of her slit, further increasing her arousal. She was gonna cum again and it was going to be a big one. Katy's fingers flew over her clit and the jackhammer in her twat was relentless as her orgasm washed over her. She screamed into her sister's pussy as the pleasure coursed through her whole body. Stacy felt the intense vibrations of her sister screaming and that sent her over the edge too. She had been lost to everything around her with her own building orgasm as her hands stimulated her nipples, and barely noticed the shaking bed. She assumed it was their combined gyrations of self stimulation, but as she lifted her pussy off her sister's glazed face, she caught sight of the dog mounted over her sister's prone form. Stacy looked down and could see the dog's substantial cock hammering into her sister's slit over and over again. Katy looked like she was really enjoying it. Stacy had taken on a lot of cocks lately and she had loved every one of them, but she hadn't given any thought to fucking anything other than a man's cock. Katy moaned over and over again as the cock battered her pussy. Her fingers never letting up their stimulation on her clitoris as she worked her way to her third consecutive orgasm in the last hour. In addition to the cock sliding into her pussy, she could feel something attached to it that butted up against her labia, slapping it with every thrust. With her sister finally off her face, she could look down at her new lover and see what was going on. She could see the dog's hips hunching repeatedly as his appendage socked into her gloriously soft, wet, and warm hole. His cock looked about the same size as a man's cock, but it had a funny bulge at the base that kept slamming into her outer lips. It looked like Brutus was doing everything in his power to get that bulge inside, but it was just too big to fit in. Stacy reached down and pulled her sister's pussy open to try to see if the bulge would go in. It didn't look like it was helping much. She grabbed the jar of cream and slathered a bunch onto the dog's cock as it worked in and out of her sister's slippery hole. The cream seemed to help as more and more of the knot seemed to disappear with every additional thrust. She grabbed her pussy lips and pulled as hard as she could and watched in amazement as the apple sized bulge slipped inside. Katy groaned loudly as her pussy stretch open farther than she ever thought possible. She had watched as her sister applied the cream to the dog's tool that allowed it to push into her hole. It made everything nice and slippery, and the amazing sensations it enhanced made her want to take every inch the dog had to offer. She wasn't expecting the bulge to ever fit, but there was no doubt it was now in and it seemed like it was there to stay as he was now unable to pull out. Katy was disappointed because she loved the smooth friction the cock provided her, but the stuffed feeling felt great too. It was putting pressure on her inner tissues and stimulating areas inside her vaginal walls that felt amazing. She rubbed her clitty furiously as the dog pumped as much as he could within her cramped confines. She had an urge to push like she had to pee, and the feeling continued to build as she neared her orgasm. She didn't know what was causing it or what would happen if she did push, but with her senses on overload, she didn't care and pushed as hard as her muscles would allow as her orgasm washed over her. A clear fluid squirted out over and over again from around the ball wedged into her pussy as her lubrication combined with the doggy's cum and her own squirt fought to get out of her tight pussy. The dog tried to pull his knot out of his new lover and found them tied together. He jumped his upper torso off the bed and turned his body around, his softening cock allowing him to turn around completely with his backside facing the small human. Their junction still dripping fluid from the copious quantity dammed up inside. Katy could feel the knot in her pussy trying to pull out and the pressure it was creating inside. It sustained the stimulation for her and she went back to work on her slit with her hands working her swollen clit. Her supercharged libido was seemingly insatiable, as she worked on yet another orgasm. Stacy watched the whole episode in front of her and was in total amazement at her little sister's sexual appetite. It was amazing what some hormones and some cream loaded with drugs could do to a previously inexperienced thirteen year old. It turned her into a raving sex machine. With her own orgasm fulfilled, she now could remove the cucumber from her pussy. She pried open her pussy lips and squeezed her vaginal muscles, popping out the smooth intruder leaving her hot pussy feeling suddenly vacant. "It was time to get some cock, and not furry doggy cock either," Stacy thought. She went to pick out an appropriate outfit for the evening as Katy laid there rubbing her slit like a mad woman. She picked out a tight white pair of short shorts made from thin material and a tight fitting baby blue crop top. She pulled the clothing on with no undergarments and checked her look in the mirror. The shorts made a beautiful camel toe as they crept up her crack, the material thin enough to make out the shadow of her slit. The tight crop top followed every curve of her newly sprouted chest. The outfit would look just as slutty with a bra, but Stacy wanted to advertise her new tits to everyone who looked. Stacy looked over as Katy thrashed about having her latest orgasm. "I gotta get that girl some real cock," she thought as she watched the dog finally able to pull his bulge from her sister's cunt. She heard the splash of fluids as they hit her floor, the dam holding them released as his cock pulled free. Her pussy gaping open for a few seconds as the runny dog cum splashed out from her tunnel. "You're gonna have to clean that up you know," she said to her sister as she watched her wind down from her big cum. "That looked like fun, but we're going to get you some real cock tonight," she added. "Sure, whatever you say," she whispered, as she basked in the afterglow of her cum. Before today she'd never had an orgasm, never really had any desire to have one. Now she'd had more than she could remember, well... , one was very memorable, the one she'd just had in front of her parents! She'd remember that one for a long time. Katy got up and felt a constant drip coming from her pussy as Brutus' cum seeped from her slit. She felt her slit with her hands and it was tender from all the stretching it had just undergone. "Stacy, my kitty's kinda sore." "Rub some more cream on it and it'll feel better right away, and get cleaned up, we're going out tonight." "Where are we going? What if mom and dad won't let us go out?" Katy asked as she spread more of the cream on her kitty. Katy wasn't used to being bossed around by her little sister, but the new Stacy seemed to relish her newfound power over her and reluctantly, Katy let her take charge. "Mom and dad will be leaving shortly like usual. We're going out after they leave." Brutus, who had been licking his cock clean on the floor, was now scratching at her door wanting to get out. Stacy pulled open the door and he headed downstairs, his cock retracting back into his sheath. Stacy pulled out a short skirt and handed it to her sister. "Try this on and see if it fits," she ordered. "Okay, I'm just going to go to my room and get some underwear on," she said as she pulled her bikini bottoms back on. "You won't need them, plus they just get in the way and they'll be soaked in no time. You're better off getting used to not wearing any. The only time I wear them anymore is if they're made to go with the outfit." "But what if someone were to, you know, see down there?" "That's the point, in fact that just gave me inspiration," Stacy said as she peeled off the tight shorts she was wearing and dug around for a skirt for herself. She found a nice short dark blue skirt and pulled that up, enjoying the feel of her bare pussy without the confining shorts on. She grabbed her cell phone and called Steve's number. "Hey Steve, I have an idea..." "It's all set, Steve's coming over with some of the guys," Stacy said as Katy finished removing her bikini bottoms from under her skirt. Stacy handed her a thin red tank top to wear as she grabbed some of Katy's cream to give hers a try. Her cream felt different, it was much more powerful, as she felt a new sensation course through her body. She felt dreamy and warm all over. It was awesome; she'd have to ask Dr Sanders for some of that herself. Katy looked in the mirror; the tight shirt fit her like a second skin, showing off her puffy nipples. The skirt only extending a few inches past her butt cheeks, she was sure she'd show everything off if she wasn't careful. She looked really hot, at least she thought so. It felt really weird not having underwear on under her skirt, but at the moment it seemed Stacy was right as she could feel the last of Brutus' doggy cum dribbling down her leg. Stacy dug around for some heels for them both so they could finish off their outfits. She pulled two pairs out of her bag of slut clothes, both with about a three or four inch heel. "Try these on Katy," she said. Both girls stepped into their heels and admired the effect it had on their legs, making them look longer and sexier. The two girls sat down to fix their hair and do each other's makeup. By the time they were done, they both looked older and definitely much sluttier than when they started. Picture perfect, Stacy thought as she looked her big sister over from head to toe. "Good enough to eat," she said. "You look pretty good yourself," Katy said as she reached under her little sister's skirt and stroked her pussy. "Time for more cream!" Stacy giggled as she broke out the jar. Katy would need all the help she could get to make it through what she had planned for her tonight! "Kids, we're leaving. We'll be back around midnight. You're on your own tonight so stay out of trouble!" their parents yelled out, as they headed out for the evening. "See, I told you they'd be going out," Stacy said to her sister. "Steve should be here any minute," she added as she slathered on another helping of cream, working it into her hole. "You told him to come over here without knowing for sure mom and dad would still be here?" Kay asked as she was handed the jar of cream. She could still feel the cream working from the application her sister gave her as Brutus fucked into her. She scooped out more and worked it in, her vagina still a little slack from Brutus' big knot. "I'm sure he could have figured it out for himself," Stacy said as she could feel the cream starting to work. It was so much more powerful than the jar she was given. Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang. Stacy ran down the stairs to answer the door with Katy in tow, and found Steve, Pete, and Dan waiting in the doorway. "Wow, look at you two little babes," Steve said as he walked in the door. He pulled Stacy close and gave her a big hug, his hands reaching under her skirt to grip her firm ass cheeks, noting that she was panty-free. She met his hug by pressing her crotch up against his and gave him a big kiss on the mouth. Steve could feel the heat emanating from her crotch through his jeans. Releasing their bond, Steve turned to Katy and said, "My, aren't you looking beautiful!" Steve grabbed her and gave her the same hug treatment, complete with the under-the-skirt ass grab. Katy sighed as she felt him press his groin up against hers, it had only been three or four hours since he had last fucked her, but she was ready for a repeat performance. "I assume by the way you two are dressed that we have the house to ourselves?" Steve asked. "Yeah, but I thought we were going out, remember the plan?" Stacy asked. "I thought we could hang out here for a little bit, have some fun and then go out, that ok?" "Yeah, sure." "Katy, please meet Pete and Dan," Steve said. "Hi," she said, as she watched the eyes of the new guys roam all over her body. She was suddenly conscious of the fact she was wearing revealing clothes and a short skirt with no panties on, although the cream was making it much easier to deal with. "We brought beverages with us to get the evening started off right. Can I interest you girls in a vodka cooler?" Pete offered. "Sure," Stacy replied, giving her sister a look so that she understood that "no" was not an option. Stacy led the group into their spacious family room and turned on the stereo for a little background music. Steve sat next to Katy and Stacy sat between Pete and Dan. Pete served the drinks from the cooler they brought from the car. The boys chugged down beer while the girls drank the vodka coolers. They played a drinking game designed to get Katy to down a few of the coolers. Fucking Steve in his basement was one thing, but to do it on front of two new guys, let alone fuck the new guys, Steve wanted to make sure Katy's inhibitions were suppressed as much as possible. Katy laughed and giggled at anything even remotely funny that Steve said. "A sure sign she was tipsy or beyond," Steve thought. As she sat next to him, he laid his hand upon her thigh, feeling her creamy skin, her warmth was intoxicating. She looked down at his hand and then up at him, looking into his eyes. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, and kissed her. She kissed back and opened her mouth to match his. The two kissed for several minutes before Steve stuck his tongue in her mouth. "That was new," Katy thought as the cocktail of alcohol and the drugs from the cream had her floating on a cloud. She felt Steve's hand start rubbing her about mid-thigh, his touch sent shivers down her spine. His hand ran up and down, each time his hand getting closer and closer to her inner thigh. The last stroke was only inches from touching her pussy. The teasing was driving her hormone-riddled brain crazy. She parted her legs enough to give him free access to her pussy, the short skirt riding up high enough for everyone in the room to see her fuzzy slit. Steve felt Katy open her legs up invitingly and wasted no time accepting her offering and slid his hand all the way up until it touched her pussy. She sighed into his mouth as he manipulated her slit with his fingers. She was soaking wet and her pussy felt like it was on fire. He slid a finger into her muff and was surprised that her vise-like pussy felt looser than it had felt just a few hours earlier. He used his thumb to rub her clit while he added a second finger into her snug hole, sawing in and out of it. Katy moaned into his mouth, her passion evident by how hard she was kissing him. Steve stopped fingering her slit and unzipped his pants, fishing his cock out, it was already rock hard. "Sit on my lap baby," he said. Katy complied and straddled his lap, her hot pussy immediately contacting Steve's flesh pole. Her hips went on auto-pilot as she slid the meat between her wet puffy slit; riding up and down, the cock head rubbing against her clit. The stimulation was just what she needed as she gave him her first lap dance. From the other couch, Stacy and her two friends watched as the compact thirteen year old pleasured herself by sliding her pussy on Steve's cock. Pete had hiked Stacy's shirt up exposing her nearly-B-cup breasts while he kissed her passionately. Dan had worked his hand up her skirt and was busy burying two fingers up her twat. The three had just met and Stacy was ready to rip their clothes off and fuck them both silly. Steve reached under and grabbed his cock and aimed it at Katy's muff. She felt the head as it pressed up against her opening and she pushed back on it, feeling the head slip into her tight hole. She sighed and pushed her weight down hard, impaling herself on his tool. "Your pussy feels so fucking nice," Steve whispered in her ear, aware that she probably wasn't used to hearing such language. She needed get used to it he figured. "You're one hot little slut," he added. Katy was lost in her world of pleasure. She heard Steve tell her he loved her pussy and that she was a hot slut. "Slut," she thought. "I'm not a slut am I?" She didn't give it too much thought as she continued riding his cock. It felt so much better now than earlier today, mostly because she had loosened her pussy up with the cucumber and Brutus' gigantic knot. It had been pretty uncomfortable the first time Steve fucked her, but the cream made it all better and now it felt amazing as she orgasmed on the big thing. Stacy had laid back and let Dan shove his cock in her pussy. He was packing a good sized cock and she loved it. She hadn't been fucked in hours, not since the Mexicans dropped her off, and they definitely weren't packing like Dan was. She thought about what number he was on her scoreboard and couldn't recall where she was at. "I'll have to check my "scrapbook" later on," she thought. Pete dropped his pants and brought his cock up to Stacy's mouth. She gobbled him down happily as Dan continued his assault on her pussy. Pete massaged her tits while she lay there on her back. He pinched her little pink nipples which brought about a moan from the girl. Her nipples would soon develop to match the maturity of her breasts, but for now, they were just small and pink. Stacy didn't care, they were incredibly sensitive and she loved having them played with. Dan seemed to be in for the long haul as he stroked rhythmically into Stacy's steamy pussy. Pete looked over at Steve and Katy as the two fucked away on the other couch. Steve caught Pete's eye and pointed to Katy's back end. Pete reluctantly pulled his cock from the warm mouth that was providing him such excellent pleasure and walked over the other couch. Steve lifted Katy's pussy off of his cock and had her lift her ass in the air. Pete stepped up and sunk his cock into her hairless pussy from behind. His larger cock brought an "Ommfff," from Katy as she continued kissing Steve. Steve pulled her shirt up and began rubbing her nipples which made her gyrate her hips ever faster. He reached one hand down to her crotch and rubbed her little clitty and sent the young teen over the edge as her pussy clamped down on Pete's cock. Pete continued pounding into her crevice, his hands holding her hips in a death grip as she thrashed around on his cock, her orgasm still sending waves of pleasure through her. It was then that Katy realized that she was no longer fucking Steve, but someone else. She looked back and saw Pete holding her from behind, his cock slamming into her pussy. He gave a big push burying his tool as far in as her immature tunnel would allow, and that's when she felt a pulsation from within her. She had felt that several times today with Steve and knew Pete had just spewed his white stuff in her hole. Pete pulled his cock out of her tight slick hole, letting go of her hips. Steve grabbed her hips and pulled her back down onto his cock, impaling her once more, Pete's cum squelching out around the base of his cock. He urged her pick up the pace as he approached his own orgasm. A few minutes later and he added his own load to Pete's, as his seed shot out into her tight little slit. Steve rolled Katy over and signaled Dan to come over. Lifting off the young teen, he left her laying there with her legs spread, her slit glistening from the two loads of cum that had been dumped into her. Dan walked up and laid down on her, his cock was slightly larger than the two previous ones. Katy looked down as Dan lined up his tool with her slit, wondering if she'd be able to handle it. He pressed the tip into her gash, opening her pussy to the new intruder. He pushed forward sinking his big cock in to her well lubricated hole. Katy grunted as he plunged into her, sinking all the way to the bottom. She could feel her insides being pushed in as his cock head bashed up against her cervix. Dan pounded away using Katy's pussy to masturbate himself. There was no romance here, nothing but hard sex. Katy, her hormones fired up eagerly thrust her hips back at the man whom she had just met. He was handsome and his cock stimulated her pussy just right. It was all new to her, but she had jumped in with both feet and was loving it. She was trying to learn how to reciprocate the actions of her lover, trying to match his thrusts with her own. It wasn't exactly choreographed, but she didn't care, it all felt amazing to her. The slick stick between her legs was giving her great friction as it speared in and out of her; his pelvis rubbing up against her clit with every thrust. Dan sat up on his knees so he could look down at the little slut as he fucked into her. She would be a knock-out some day as she developed, but right now she was just a little cum dump with her flat chest and deliciously tight hole. He picked her legs up and cradled each one in the crook of each arm so he could really pound into her. After a minute or so, he pushed her legs up so that her knees were up near her head, giving him maximum penetration depth. He used the new angle to batter the upper portion of her canal, rubbing her g-spot with his cock. Steve reached down and rubbed her clitty as Dan pounded her pussy hard. His thrusts taking his member from almost complete removal, to bashing all the way to her cervix. She felt the pressure rising along with the urge to push, as his cock rubbed "that spot" over and over again. Steve's efforts on her clitty were bringing her to another orgasm. She felt her climax peak as she followed her urge and gave a big push. Fluid squirted out of her pussy, flooding her tunnel and gushing all over Dan's cock and pelvic area. She gushed, squirt after squirt. "Wow, she's a squirter!" Steve yelled. "That's so cool!" Pete added. "She did that earlier tonight when she fucked Brutus," Stacy said. "Who's Brutus?" Steve asked. "My parent's German Sheppard. She knotted with him, it was pretty cool. She must have orgasmed three times with him." "No way, your sister had sex with your dog. Where is he? Can she do it again?" Dan asked as he continued pumping into her soppy tunnel, the lubricant still dripping from her twat. "No, my parents went out and took the dog with them." "Took the dog with them? Where'd they go that they would need to take a dog with them?" Steve asked as he watched Katy getting pounded by Dan's big tool. "I don't know, they always say it's work related and the dog always goes with them," Stacy remarked. Dan pumped a few more strokes before adding his own seed to the soupy mess in Katy's pussy. "It's a good thing that's a leather couch and will clean easy, otherwise you'd have a huge wet spot to try to explain," Pete said as he stroked his cock back to attention. "My turn," he said as he took Dan's spot and climbed on, pushing his cock into Katy's dripping snatch. His cock dipped into the collection of fluids that had settled at the bottom of her love tube, squishing out with each thrust into her. Steve laid Stacy down on the other couch and fucked her for the first time in two days. Her pussy still felt incredible, despite the fact that over a hundred other cocks had been in there in the past few days. He lifted her shirt up and marveled at how much her titties had grown in just a few days. "Dr Sanders has done an amazing job with those pills, you're tits look awesome," he said to her. "Thanks! I love them, they're so sensitive," she said as she massaged her tits, squeezing the nipples as Steve plowed into her. ------- Chapter 12 Stacy got up off the couch and cupped a hand to her pussy to keep Steve's seed from dripping all over the floor as she headed for the bathroom. She did her best to wipe the cum from her slit, and returned with a towel to clean up Katy's wet spot on the other couch. Dan had just finished pumping his second load of cum into Katy and she was trying her best to stand up on her wobbly legs. She taken five loads of cum into her pussy in less than an hour and even though she felt physically tired, she had loved every second of it. The massive dose of hormones the doctor had given her had really done the trick; she was ready for more cock. "I have to go pee. Whose turn is it next when I get back?" Katy asked looking at the three guys. "We're going out now Katy," Stacy said, "Right guys?" "Yep, we are," Steve agreed. "Awwww, I'm not done yet. I want to cum again," Katy whined. "Good, you'll have plenty of chances for that tonight," Stacy replied. Stacy's plan was falling into place. She asked Steve to come over with a few of the guys because she wanted to see if Katy would actually have sex with someone other than Steve. That was a key step if Katy wanted to run with her active sister, because she was going to have to fuck a LOT of guys if she wanted to keep up. Katy felt remarkably comfortable having sex with Pete and Dan, they gave her the pleasure her body told her she needed. All the social taboos, all the talks she had been given by her teachers about abstinence, sexually transmitted diseases, and all that stuff went out the window the second she experienced how awesome sex was. Whatever her sister had planned, she was up for it. "We're gonna give the evening a little kick start, before we go," Stacy said, holding up the little baggy of meth, Alfred had given her. "What's that?" Katy asked. "I don't know but it feels really good." "How you take it?" "Well, Alfred blew if up my pussy with a straw." Katy's jaw dropped open, "Who did what?" "It worked awesome, and Alfred owns the strip club I worked at last night." Katy's jaw stayed open as she processed what Stacy had just told her. "What had she gotten herself into?" she wondered. Well, if her little sister could handle it, so could she, after all there was no way she was going to be outdone by her little sister on anything anymore. "Pete, see if you can find a straw or tube or something in the kitchen," Steve instructed. Pete returned a few minutes later with a turkey baster, pulling the rubber bulb off as he handed it to Steve. He pulled Stacy over to the edge of the couch and sat her down pushing her back and spreading her legs open wide. "Hold your knees up and keep 'em wide," he said. He really didn't need her to put on such a display, but she looked so fucking hot like that. Steve ran the end of the tube through her wet pussy lubricating it, her own juices combining with the last dregs of semen to make the smooth plastic glisten. "Open up your pussy," Steve said. Stacy complied and took her hands off her knees and pulled her pussy lips open, her vaginal canal flowering open slightly. Steve pushed the end in a few inches and grabbed the baggy. He wasn't sure how much to put in so he just sprinkled a little down the end of the tube, watching the dust fall down towards opening within her pussy walls. He put the bulb back on the end and puffed the powder into her slit. He pulled the baster out of her muff and a few seconds later, her pussy queefed the air out that Steve had blown in. They all laughed at her pussy fart. Everyone but Stacy, who laid back and enjoyed the rush as the meth absorbed into her tissues. She already felt awesome from the cream and the meth just made her previous high, that much more intense. Steve positioned Katy on the couch next to her sister in the same way. "Open up those legs beautiful," Steve said. Despite the pleasure sex provided her, Katy still felt inhibited to show off her naked body, especially her most private parts. She looked at the four faces in front of her, watching her every move. Stacy nodded and pulled on her one leg partly exposing her slit. She felt the need to comply since she just watched her sister do it without question, and tentatively opened her legs revealing her pink slit with the little patch of dark fur over the top of it, still dripping a milky fluid. Steve pulled her legs open more and gently pushed the tube into her slit, repeating the procedure with the powder and blowing it into her quim. Steve pulled the tube out and sure enough, a little squeak of air escaped from her slit, making a high pitching farting noise. They all laughed again, and even Katy found the humor in her first pussy fart. The meth hit her and enhanced her already euphoric state. Stacy grabbed the baster from Steve and took off, heading up the stairs without saying a word. The guys looked at each other and then back to Katy wondering if she knew what her sister were up to. Katy shook her head and stood up, pulling her skirt back down and covering her glossy slit. Stay returned a few minutes later with a small collection items, the baster, her sisters jar of cream, a razor and some shaving cream. "The razor is to clean up that hairy patch, and the baster, well let's just say I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner," Stacy said as she dipped the tip of the tube into the jar. Sucking an once or two up the tube, she handed it to Steve and said, "Shoot me up!" "Where do you want it?" "In my kitty of course!" "It's just going to ooze out and make a mess on the seats of my car, why not up your ass? It'll stay in there better and it should work just as well," Steve said. "Okay," she said as she lifted her skirt. "Bend over and touch your toes," Steve instructed. Steve stood back a step and admired Stacy's bare legs and naked ass. "Mmmmmmmmm that is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. There's nothing sexier than a hot chick in high heels with beautiful legs and a smoking ass, bent over with her feet spread apart," Steve said. He had to admit, Stacy looked fucking hot like that. Olivia would have looked so much hotter, but his dad had plans for her tonight so Stacy and her sister were the consolation prize. Steve pressed the tube up against her sphincter and gave a little push, the pre-lubed cream covered tip slipped in. He pressed the bulb just enough to eject the cream from the tube inter her rectum, being careful not to fill her up with air. After all, he didn't need her farting the cream all over the place. Steve pulled the tip from her crinkly little star and patted her supple cheek and said, "All done babe." Steve dipped the baster into the jar and sucked out three ounces of the cream and motioned for Katy to step over. It was more than what Stacy took, but then again, Stacy was already a slut and didn't need the drugs to make her a nympho; Katy was still a slut in training. "Bend over sweet cheeks," Steve said. Katy was already pretty messed up from the booze, the cream she had already used and the meth Steve had just puffed into her snapper. She was like putty, following his direction without a second thought. Katy bent over resting her hand on her knees. Steve pulled her skirt up to her waist. "Spread your feet further apart," he directed. He nudged her knees until her feet were about two feet apart. Her back was arched up which kept her pussy pointing down. "No, not like that," he said as he pushed down on her back until it was flat, parallel with the floor. He pussy was looking him straight in the face in this position, just like he was shooting for. Katy was much more toned than her sister and her strong legs capped by two perfectly rounded ass cheeks. Her slender muscular legs tapered down to two exquisitely shaped calves, enhanced by the high heels she wore. Her legs and ass looked like they should have been painted on the side of an air force bomber somewhere. Steve couldn't help but think Katy's physical build rivaled Olivia's perfect form. "A nice set of tits and this girl could easily attract Olivia-like attention, and an Olivia-like payday!" Steve thought. "Pull your ass cheeks open," he said. Katy grabbed a cheek with each hand and pulled, bringing her little pink rosebud into view. Steve reached up a cupped her pussy with his left hand, his fingers gently rubbing her labia, his finger tips applying gentle pressure to her clitoris. Katy purred from the contact as sparks flew off from her clitty all through her body. Her foggy brain could think of nothing other than the sensations coming from her pussy. The bundle of nerve endings perched above her slit, was feeding her brain impulses that before today, she had never experienced. They fed a hunger she felt growing with every touch, every new experience. Her adolescent sexuality absorbing each new feeling, and craving the next one. Steve used his free hand to rub her taught muscular ass cheek. Her flesh was so soft and supple; she had a perfect blemish-free ass. Before this past week, Steve had never had any interest in younger girls, now here he was finding this pubescent girl irresistibly sexy. He leaned in and planted a tender kiss on her ass cheek, and found the warm soft skin intoxicating. He repeated the kiss and then continued kissing all over her cheeks, covering each one from edge to edge, top to bottom. Dan and Pete looked at each other and then over to Stacy in wonderment; it looked like an incredibly sensual act and a very uncharacteristic thing for Steve to do. He hadn't been mean per se to Olivia and Stacy, but so far everything he had them do, was to show his power over them, or for his own monetary gain. This was intensely personal and it looked like both parties were lost in the moment. Pete nudged Dan and they grabbed Stacy and left the room so the two love-birds could have a moment by themselves. Steve planted kisses all over Katy's rear and ended up kissing her rosebud, flicking his tongue out and circling the crinkled opening. He continued down and kissed both sides of her puffy labia before he ended up planting kisses on her slit, his fingers still caressing her clitoral area; Katy moaning throughout. Steve darted his tongue out and pushed in between her labia, tickling her vaginal opening. Katy moaned again and pushed back against the tiny intruder pushing into her crevice. Steve could taste the salty remnants from his and the other guys' semen mixed with Katy's own secretions, and surprisingly he didn't mind it. He licked his tongue down her slit until his tongue touched her nub. Katy sighed as she felt his tongue stir over her sensitive bud. Steve returned his tongue in an upward swing and returned to her opening, burying his tongue as far as he could. His fingers returned to her slit, rubbing her clit. Katy was well on her way to another orgasm when he pulled his tongue out and lifted his mouth up until his tongue found her pink sphincter. He circled her anus several times before trying to pry his way past her ring, with the tip of his tongue. She was already quite relaxed as she felt Steve's tongue penetrate into her a short distance. It felt more than just a little strange to have something going into her rectum, instead of going out, but Steve's attention to her clit combined the strange sensation made for a pleasurable experience. Steve pulled his tongue out from her sphincter and replaced it with his finger, sinking in three knuckles deep before her muscle tightened up, gripping his digit. He continued working her clit with his other hand while he stroked his finger lightly in and out of her anus. Her muscles gradually loosened up the death-grip on his finger. Once she felt nice and relaxed, he pulled his finger out and picked up the turkey baster and aligned the tip with her ass and gave it a gentle push. The tip disappeared into her anus and he pushed until it was in two or three inches deep. He gave the bulb a squeeze and emptied the cream into her bowels. Steve pulled the tube out from her ass and watched as her crinkle closed up again, trapping the spiked cream inside. He returned his attention back to her slit and dove in face first. He heard Katy moan loudly as his tongue went to work on her slit. He wanted more than anything to bury his hard cock in the tasty pussy he was feeding on. He undid the button on his jeans and pulled his cock out; he was so turned on by the super sexy teen that all he could think of was sinking his steely cock into her tight pussy. Steve stood up and grabbed Katy by both hips and sunk the head of his cock into her steamy hole. She was unprepared for the intrusion and grunted in response. He backed up and thrust again, repeating the movement two or three more times until he was buried to the hilt. He was only going to last a few thrusts longer in her tight channel. He was somewhat torn mentally, he had enjoyed his sensual moment planting kisses all over her beautiful ass, and he was looking forward to spending some serious alone time with her just the two of them, and explore her from head to toe, but right now they had plans and he was cutting into the short time they had. He needed to get himself off and quick; he had no intention of spending the evening with blue balls watching Stacy implement her plan without busting his own nut. Fortunately Katy's quim was still super tight, and within a few seconds his twitching cock signaled another load of cum for her pussy. Stacy had kept Pete and Dan busy while Steve had his precious moment with her kid sister. She rode Dan's cock on her mother's living room sofa while she sucked on Pete's hard tool. Pete's cock seemed to be perpetually hard, even after he had dumped his load down her throat. Steve pulled his spent cock from Katy's muff and allowed the young girl finally stand up, her legs starting to cramp from the awkward position she'd been in. She'd been so close to cumming before Steve pulled his mouth from her kitty and pushed his penis into her. She loved the feel of his cock sawing in and out of her, but it had all been too quick. She would have loved to orgasm with him but he didn't give her a chance. Her emotions were in a bad state. She really liked the sex, even when the two new guys pushed into her. They were good looking and made her feel really good, their dicks making her kitty feel amazing. Her orgasms were overpowering, before today she didn't know those sensations even existed and now she was addicted to them. She had always been told that sex was wrong, it was only for adults, but this felt too good, and her body and brain told her she needed to get it, anyway possible. She had gone into this with the intention of just keeping up with her little sister, and when she saw the new boobs Stacy had, she desperately wanted her own. That was only twelve hours ago and here she was, no longer a virgin thanks to the three guys she had sex with, and addicted to the pleasure she felt between her legs. It was so confusing, especially now that her head was starting to swim. The cream Steve had injected up her ass was starting to absorb in, the coke mixed with meth and X forming a deadly cocktail. Her senses were heightened by the meth and X, the coke giving her whole system a rush of energy, she tingled all over and it felt good. Steve pulled his jeans back up, doing the button up as he watched Katy pull her skirt back down and grab the towel up from the couch. She wiped Steve's dripping cum from her snatch and turned and noticed Steve staring at her. "What, is something wrong?" she asked. "Nope, I was just watching you, admiring how hot you are. You really are a hotty," he said. "Really, you think so?" Katy said. "Yeah, you're kinda growing on me." "Whadya mean?" "Nothing, don't worry about. Now where did Stacy leave that razor?" Steve said. Katy may have been high as a kite, but she was pretty sure Steve just told her he liked her. Her brain made the connection and the word "boyfriend" came to mind. Katy smiled and ran her finger through her slit, feeling her "boyfriend's" semen leaking out of her. "Sit down on the edge of the couch and lay back," Steve instructed. Katy complied without question as she basked in the moment, she was high as a kite, and was having thoughts of her first boyfriend. She felt Steve slathering something creamy onto her kitty; it didn't feel like her cream but something else. She looked down as he started pulling the razor through her patch of pubic hair. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I not a fan of pubic hair so this has got to go," he said as he pulled the razor over the remaining hairs above her pussy. He was thorough and removed all the hair including the downy fuzz surrounding her labia. He used the towel she had just used to wipe his semen from her pussy to clean off the excess shaving cream. Katy's pussy was as smooth as a baby's bottom by the time he was done with it, not a trace remained. She looked slightly younger than Stacy to begin with even though she was a year older, most of that was due to her smaller stature, but now with her hair all gone, she could pass for an eleven year old with her near-complete lack of breast development. "Perfect, let's go find the others," he said as he patted her bald pussy. Steve walked into the living room and found Dan dressed, Pete pulling up his pants, and Stacy wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Katy sided up next to Steve and fed her hand into his. He looked down at her and found her smiling up at him; he returned a little smile and gave her a gentle squeeze before letting go. "Alright, let's go!" Steve said. The five of them piled into Steve's Firebird and they took off. Katy got the hump-seat between Stacy and Dan, her legs parted as Dan's hand was up her skirt, rubbing her slit. Her head was back, her eyes closed, as she moaned incessantly from Dan's attention. Stacy reached over and tweaked her nipples to give the girl even more stimulation. They wanted to keep her fires stoked so that she would be willing to go through with the evening's festivities. Katy was so close to achieving her orgasm yet again. It was infuriating the way Dan and her sister kept bringing her to the brink of orgasm over and over again, and then leaving her short. She had lost count how many times they had done that too her. She was getting so desperate to cum, they had resorted to pinning her arms behind their backs so that she couldn't pleasure herself and get her own release. Her clitoris was a deep red, swollen from the blood collected in the sensitive tissue from all the attention applied to it. Dan pulled his fingers away from Katy's clit again and traced up and down her slit. He poked one, then two fingers into her love tunnel, stroking in and out easily due to the wetness she was producing. He squeezed a third finger into her tight confines and stroked slowly in and out, savoring the slippery feeling. "This girl's going to blow big," Dan said to Stacy. "That's the point, get her so horny that she'll do anything we tell her to do," Stacy replied. "We're here," Steve said. Katy opened her dreamy eyes when she heard Steve's comment and looked around. It took a while for her to figure out where they were, but it looked like they were at a bowling alley. The cocktail of drugs and alcohol still coursed through her body clouding her senses and judgment. Katy followed her sister out of the car and felt the cool air on her privates. It took her a few moments to realize why and as she looked down, she saw that her skirt had lifted up high enough to completely expose her pussy. She immediately pulled it down and looked around to see if anyone saw her like that. She didn't see anyone looking and let out a sigh of relief. The guys let the girls walk through the front door ahead of them to see how many heads turned to check out their pretty little sluts. Plenty of heads did turn to see the two pretty girls dressed in very short skirts, tight tops and high heels. Not exactly your typical bowling attire and certainly not what these regulars were used to. The two were nearly identical copies of one another except that the bigger of the two girls was wearing a tight shirt showing off the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, her mounds straining against the tight material. Steve and the guys gathered the girls, much to the disappointment of the thirty to forty men who had not taken their eyes off the girls since they walked in the door. They went to the counter and rented a lane for an hour. Stacy grabbed shoes for her and Katy, although she hadn't really planned on wearing them. Steve ushered them all over to their lane and they each grabbed a seat. Stacy started things off by telling Katy they were going to have a little contest. "It's a hotness contest, the winner will be crowned to hottest Bennett," she explained. "They way it works is we have an hour to see which of us, the guys like the best. We add them up and whoever has the most guys wins, simple as that." "Well, how do you know who likes us?" Katy asked. "I mean how do you count them?" "Easy, if they like you, they'll want to have sex with you, and part of the game is that if they ask you for sex, you have to say yes, no matter who asks you," Stacy added. "Anybody? And we're both playing this game? What if I don't want to have sex?" Katy asked. "Then I win and I'm the hottest Bennett," Stacy replied. Katy wasn't about to let her little sister win that contest. She was the big sister and she had already been upstaged by her with her new boobs, she was not going to lose out to her ever again. To anyone other than a girl with massive amounts of hormones running through her system, three types of illegal drugs seriously altering her sense of right and wrong, plus four or five vodka coolers, the proposed contest would have sounded ludicrous, but to Katy, she bought it. "So we see if we can find guys to have sex with?" "Yep, and after the contest is over, we're going to a party to celebrate the winner!" Stacy said. "A party? I love parties," a stoned Katy said, her dilated eyes showing her obvious condition. "So how do we start?" "We already have, didn't you notice the way the guys were looking at us when we walked in? All you have to do is strut around and wait for the guys to come and talk to you," Stacy said. "Ok, I'll give it a try," Katy said as she got up and headed down the aisle behind the lanes. "Ok, guys get busy and get the word out," Stacy directed. Pete and Dan jumped up and started going from group to group whispering in the ears of selected guys telling them that the two hot girls in the mini-skirts were having a contest to see how many guys would ask them a particular question. They told them the question they had to ask was to ask her for sex. Of course they told them it was all a joke but the girl who got asked the most would win the contest and give a kiss to the guy of her choice. Katy weaved around on her high heels, still trying to get used to them in her altered state. She could feel eyes on her all around as she walked towards the snack bar. She looked over and saw her big sister doing the same. She saw a handsome guy about Steve's age walk up and talk to Stacy. They were laughing and she put her hand on his arm and stood closer to him. They were chatting and she watched as he put an arm around her waist, then they were heading for the restroom. She hadn't really thought much about where she would take any guys if there would be any, now she knew. "Hi, I was wondering if I could ask you a question?" Katy heard from behind her. She turned around and saw a young man about Steve's age standing there, apparently very embarrassed by whatever question he wanted to ask. "Yeah, sure," she said looking over the guy standing in front of her. He was slim, attractive and couldn't take his eyes off of her. "Uhh, uhh, what's your name?" he asked, checking out the slender legs poking out from her super short skirt. She was really cute; her tight shirt showing off her puffy nipples. "Katy. What's your name and is that the question you were going to ask?" she questioned, wondering why he seemed so shy about asking her name. "Sam, and uhhh, no, uhh, this is embarrassing. My buddies put me up to this. Uhh, will you have sex with me?" "Ok," she replied checking out his features further. He had sandy blonde hair, nice eyes and a kind smile, and he kept staring at her chest. "Huh, ok what?" he asked. He thought it was part of a joke, and this cute boobless girl had just said "ok". "Ok, I'll have sex with you." "Really?" "Uh, huh." Not wanting to push his luck and ask again if she was sure, he asked where they could go and Katy pointed to the bathrooms. Stacy had no intention of actually playing part in this silly game, it was more than anything, a test to see what Katy would agree to. But the guy that approached her was hot and she felt an immediate urge to connect with him. She wasn't sure if he was one of the guys Steve and his crew had talked to, but he had been pretty forward with her and suggested they go somewhere quiet and get to know each other better. Stacy needed no more invitation than that and directed him towards the bathrooms. Fortunately they bathrooms were hidden from direct view so the casual observer would assume that they were each going to their respective rest rooms and not a hook-up for sex. Stacy backed her guy, Jeff he called himself, into the handicapped stall and locked the latch. She leaned in to kiss him and reached down to rub his cock through his jeans. Jeff cupped one hand behind her under her skirt, grabbing a bare butt cheek while the other reached for one of her breasts. He found both hands cupping soft pliable flesh, her ass cheek fit perfectly in his hand. Her breast wasn't quite a hand-full yet, but it was soft and supple and needed to see the light of day. Stacy fumbled with his belt buckle while he lifted her shirt up exposing her breasts. They poked out nicely from her chest once the tight shirt released them to show their natural form. Their quick growth had given them that new pointy shape as they had yet to fill out to what would become their eventual rounded shape. They were beautiful and Jeff reached up with both hands and squeezed each breast in his hands. Stacy had his belt undone and was just getting his pants undone when he began playing with her tits. They were getting more sensitive every day and she swooned at his touch. She had just had sex with three guys less than an hour ago, and she was hungry for more. She might actually make this into a real contest with her sister if things keep going the way they were. She dropped his jeans to the floor, his briefs with them. His cock was semi-erect as she latched on to it with her hands, stroking the veiny shaft with her soft hands. Stacy leaned over and engulfed the tip with her mouth, her tongue toying with the bulbous end. She felt every bump, every curve with as her tongue lapped around the spongy head. She stroked up and down getting the member fully hard for her needs. Jeff reached around behind the cute brunette and felt for her pussy. He found her already aroused, her labia already wet from her secretions. He stroked up and down her slit as best he could in the confined space, and was able to insert two fingers into her hot slit. Stacy felt his fingers find their target and moaned as he sunk his way into her depths. "God that feels good," she thought. She lifted her mouth from his phallus and pushed him backwards, forcing him to sit on the toilet, she immediately straddled his legs and sat herself down on his lap. Reaching for his erection, she lifted her hips up and sunk her pussy down on his cock. Her saliva mixed with her own lubrication allowing her to sink down all the way onto his member. This night was going to be fun she thought as she reached for her clitty. Katy saw the "family" rest room was unoccupied and led her guy in there. She knew that the family ones were always private and the doors had good locks on them. She locked the door and turned around just in time to find herself in an embrace with this stranger, his mouth searching for hers. Sam kissed her passionately and she did her best to return the kiss, her unpracticed lips fumbling her way through the moment. He hugged her tightly; she could feel his hands rubbing all over her back, occasionally dipping down to rub her butt. She felt his tongue trying to push into her mouth and she allowed him to enter her mouth, his tongue seeking hers. She felt one of his hands reach for the front of her skirt and felt him lift it up, his fingers instantly going for her slit. Sparks exploded through her as his fingers brushed over her over sensitive and still swollen clit. "Ooohh," she moaned aloud as he found the mark and rubbed up and down her bare slit. He knew she was young but when he felt a hairless pussy, he knew just about how young she really was. Any hang-ups he might have had melted away when he felt her sopping wet pussy; he began stroking up and down her slit, her hips pushed firmly up against his hand. With his other hand, he grabbed for the button on his pants and yanked them open, wiggling his hips trying to drop them to the floor. Katy didn't know what to do with herself, he was doing all the work as his kisses and his ministrations brought her closer to her much needed orgasm. She held onto his arms as he attended to her sensitive nub. He grabbed her one hand and guided it to his cock, which she didn't even know he had taken out. It felt hot to her touch, so very soft and smooth, while hard at the same time. She could feel every bump, every ridge, as she held it in her hand. He grabbed her hand and showed her how to stroke it up and down with just the right amount of pressure, while he continued giving her kitty, the same attention. He fed two fingers into her love tube and found her nice and snug, and dripping wet inside. Her tight little pussy felt so inviting, he said "I gotta get into you now." He reached down and grabbed her right leg, lifting it up as high as he could hold it, and pushed her back up against the wall. Katy held on to his strong arms to keep from falling over as her leg was hooked under his arm. He lined his cock up against her slit with his other hand and stroked it through her wetness. She felt his thing rubbing up and down her slit, sparks shooting our every time it bumped into her nub. "Oh if he keeps that up, I'm gonna cum," she thought. She felt him push it into her and instantly felt the pressure and the friction on her delicate tissues. The position probably had something to do with it, but she felt incredibly tight as he pushed his way into her confines. His repeated thrusts seating more and more of his cock until he was buried in as far as he was going to be able to go. It was like a silken vise as he pushed into her over and over again. Katy was pinned up against the wall with her leg held high, it was a good thing she still took gymnastics as her flexibility allowed him to bend her into such an awkward position. She could feel every inch of him as it slowly worked its way into her tight crevice. It felt spectacular as he slowly pushed in and out, her passion rising with every thrust. She reached down and stroked her fingers over her clitty trying to get her much needed release. It didn't take long; between the chemical cocktail coursing through her body and the torture Stacy and Dan put her through in the car, she blew huge, screaming out loud as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on the stranger's cock while her body shuddered through the most intense orgasm she had ever had. Which was a pretty small library of orgasms considering she had her first one just that morning. He reached down and grabbed her other leg pulling her up, using his hands and the wall to support her weight, which was pretty light to begin with. He cupped a butt cheek in each hand and used his arms to hold her legs up, her knees pointed up to the ceiling. It gave him an excellent angle to attack her pussy with as he speared into her, the muscles in her tight space still rippling from her orgasm and massaging his cock. He tried his best but couldn't manage even five minutes in her slit before he dumped his load. She could feel his member pulsing as it delivered each potent load into her tight channel. "I hope you're using protection," he said as he let her legs drop back to the floor. "Protection for what?" she asked, her foggy brain not understanding the question. "You know, birth control?" "Oh, I haven't had my period yet so I'm not worried about that yet." "You haven't had your period yet? I'm afraid to ask how old are you?" "I'm thirteen," Katy replied as she heard him groan. "Well at least your officially a teenager, I was worried when I felt your lack of pubic hair that you were much younger," he thought to himself as his cock shriveled at the thought of going to jail for fucking a thirteen year old. "My sisters only twelve and she's still hairless, I just had mine shaved tonight," she replied. Thanks, I have to go, I have a contest to win," Katy said as she pulled her skirt back down, trying to maintain her balance on the high heels in her stoned condition. "Contest, what contest?" he asked thinking back to what the guy had whispered in his ear. "Well, it's between my sister and me, whoever has the most guys like her in an hour, wins the contest. And I just gotta beat her, it's my big sister and she always wins every contest," she managed to say. Knowing that what he was about to suggest was morally very wrong, he suggested she follow him back to meet his friends, and maybe they could help her win the contest. Katy nodded and followed him out the door and back into the sights, sounds, and smells of the bowling alley. Katy had made it about twenty steps before a pudgy grey-haired man stopped her and asked her if her name was Katy. She nodded and he leaned in and whispered into her ear. Sam turned around and saw Katy had been stopped by a man who looked old enough to be her father, he panicked and hurried back to his friends. "Yes," Katy said as the older gentleman pulled her by the arm in the direction from which she had just come. The man had asked her for sex and according to the rules, she couldn't deny anyone who asked her that. She reluctantly followed the man towards the bathroom. Pete had done a good job or "prepping" this man for what he was supposed to say to Katy and how she was expected to perform. The grey haired man just about blew his load just listening to what Pete had to say. "This had to be a trick," he thought, no girl would actually do what this stranger had said she would do. But he had seen it for himself as he saw her go into the bathroom with the young guy and he saw what you looked like after they both left together. They could only have been doing one thing in there, and he was going to get his share too. The man closed the door and locked it and turned to face the young girl. "Take your clothes off, but leave the shoes on," he demanded. Katy mental state was under attack from the chemical mixture in her system, she was desperate for sexual gratification, although she was new to the concept of "horny", her body knew what to do and she did as instructed without question if it meant she would get her needs met. She did as she was told and was soon naked before the man. He undid the button on his pants and dropped them to the floor. He pulled his boxers down and hefted his semi-erect cock in her direction. From his shirt pocked he pulled his phone out and flashed a picture of the girl standing there naked. "That wasn't part of the deal," Katy thought as he ordered her to turn around and touch her toes. "It seemed guys liked the way her legs looked in high heels because that was exactly what Steve had ordered her to do," she thought. She saw the flash again as he photographed her bent over naked. "Ok, get over here and get on your knees," he commanded. Katy complied unaware of why he would want her in this position. She would soon become quite familiar with this position as she saw his cock right at eye level. "Suck it," he ordered. Katy had never done such a thing and didn't know what to do, how to do it, or even if she should do it. Steve and the guys had never asked her to do anything like that and Stacy had never said anything about doing that either. She had heard of a blow job, she'd heard it around school, but she had never imagined having to do it, especially not to a gross old man like this. "Open up or I'll toss you out there naked," he said to her as he pushed the end of it into her face. Katy followed orders and opened her mouth, the man wasted no time pushing it home. It wasn't quite what she expected, it was soft and spongy, didn't have any taste other than some saltiness to it. Altogether it was not too unpleasant. She closed her lips around it and found she didn't need to do much as he rocked his hips back and forth, the soft flesh sliding in and out of her mouth. It didn't stay soft for long as it grew both in length and girth as he tried to force more and more into her mouth. "Look a man in the eye when you suck his dick honey, make him know you're enjoying it," he said. She looked up and saw a bright light as he photographed her with his penis in her mouth. He took several more like that before he pulled his flesh tube from her mouth. She got a bird's eye view of it when he pulled it out of her mouth. She knew if felt huge, and now she knew why, it was even bigger than Dan's thing, and his felt huge! "Stand up and turn around," he ordered, which she did. He put his hand on her back and bent her over, telling her to hold onto the sink for support. He reached under and slid his cock head along her still-dripping pussy, finding her hole and pushing hard. Katy thought she had been punch in the gut as the big cock speared into her, going as deeply as he could with the first thrust. The man wasn't gentle like the other guys had been, he grabbed her hips forcefully and pounded his big cock against her cervix over and over again causing her pain. She whimpered with every thrust as he reached around and pinched her little nipples causing even more discomfort. His hand left her nipple and found her clit, manipulating the bud expertly as he continued his assault. She found the pain from his thrusts lessening; she didn't know if he wasn't going as deep, or if he was stretching her poor tissues so that she could handle it better, or if she was starting to like it. She couldn't be certain but she knew one thing, his efforts on her clit were beginning to work as she felt another orgasm approaching. He picked up the pace on his thrusts and the pressure in her loins was too much as the pain gave way to an orgasm as she clenched up on his cock with her pussy muscles. He felt her orgasm and he pressed her bud between his fingers with considerable force drawing a sound from the girl that reminded him of a dying animal. Her spasms continued for a good ten to twenty seconds as her orgasm continued. His thrusts never stopping as he continued pinching her clit, the tissue engorged from his attention. He could feel his release coming but he wanted to give her a special surprise. When Katy's orgasm finally subsided, she found the man withdrawing his cock form her pussy and him pushing her down on her knees again and spun around to face him. He was stroking his cock at an amazing pace. She was amazed by the spectacle in front of her, the man's large penis that had just come from her pussy was shiny with her juices as his hand stroked up and down its length. She had fucked five guys since this morning and she hadn't really taken a good look at any of their cocks. The end reminded her of a mushroom with its funny ridge going around it, a small slit capping the tip. The man lifted her chin with his free hand, gazing down at her cute face with her beautiful brown eyes, cute nose, and full lips; he was going to enjoy painting that with is semen. He ordered her to open her mouth and close her eyes as he aimed his cock into her sweet little mouth and pounded his cock as he felt his balls erupting. He gushed forth with three or four heavy spurts directly into her mouth. She was an obedient girl and never closed her mouth or turned away. The last of his seed he chose to squirt onto her face, hitting her left cheek and eye. "Hold it just like that girly, don't move and keep that sperm in your mouth until I say different," he instructed. Katy could feel the creamy goo pooling in her mouth, on her tongue and in and around her teeth. It was warm and had a consistency like phlegm. She couldn't open her left eye because she could feel the goo coating it closed. She then felt him rubbing his penis against her skin, first starting around her cheek and eye, then rubbing it all over her face. "He's rubbing his stuff all over my face!" she thought. It was a very weird feeling she thought as she felt the soft organ brushing lightly over her face. She could smell her own juices mixed with his as he rubbed it around her cheeks, and up and over her nose finishing by rubbing it down onto her lips, circling the "O" shape they still formed. It was hard to define the smell, other than it smelled like sex, and she was quickly learning to love it, every bit of it. She was a beautiful sight to behold, a naked little Goddess with a glistening painted face. He grabbed his phone and clicked shot after shot of the paint job he had given her and the mouthful of his seed she still presented to him. "Ok, close your mouth and swallow my present to you," he said. Katy swallowed the slime down and found it didn't taste like much, it was salty and left her teeth feeling coated but it wasn't bad, not at all. The man pulled his own clothes back on and instructed her to wash her face and get dressed, which she did. The part that followed seemed odd to Katy in her present condition. He asked her for her cell phone number, which she provided. He pressed a number of buttons and informed her that he had sent her one of the pictures of her sperm painted face. He asked her for her name and address and in her high state, she gave it to him without even questioning why. "My name is Roger and it was a pleasure getting to know you. I hope we can do this again real soon," he said as he opened the door and walked out. Katy stumbled out the door in her high heels and headed over to where she could see Stacy and the guys. "How have you made out so far Katy?" Stacy asked as she watched her big sister flop down on the seat across from her. The stoned slut-in-training didn't even realize she had just given her and anybody else who might be looking, a very obvious beaver shot. "Two guys." she asked as she stared at her little sister's boobs, perfectly outlined in the tight top. They were really nice she thought to herself, wanting hers so badly to grow like that. "You?" "Five," Stacy said, lying through her teeth. She had banged that first guy and then his friend, but that was all, just enough to keep her pussy happy. She was more interested in cultivating her sister's progress at becoming a slut. After all, if Katy thought she could blackmail her into getting boobs from "her" doctor, she would have to pay a price for it. "Five! Awwww, I'm never gonna beat you," Katy cried. "I don't have a chance of winning at that rate!" Worried that her plan might crumble if Katy quit, Stacy said, "Tell you what, I'll stop now and give you a chance to win. You still have thirty-five minutes to try to beat me." "Really, you'd do that for me?" "Yep, but you better get moving, time's ticking," Stacy said. She knew her sister's hormones would still be raging and she would need to satisfy the desire they would produce, but getting her to give her pussy up to countless strangers was still a potentially delicate issue. Stacy had no problem with that, her competitive streak made her try to outpace her best friend and welcomed all comers. She knew her sister had the same competitive streak as her, maybe even a stronger one, and she had used that as the basis coming up with this bogus contest. Katy was determined to do her best to beat her sister as she got up from her seat and looked for her next conquest. She wasn't crazy about the whole contest in the first place; having sex with strange guys didn't seem right to her. Her foggy brain and her horniness seemed to be winning the fight over her conscience though, plus her sister wouldn't put her in harm's way and she was playing the game too, so it must be alright. The sex did feel amazing, and her orgasms were getting more powerful with every one she had. Even the old guy gave her an amazing one. He was a little rough but he made her cum really hard. She stumbled forward on her high heels heading towards the snack-bar, the shoes were going to take some getting used to. She saw eyes following her and knew that she was drawing attention with the way she was dressed. Katy wasn't used to getting attention, from anybody, her parents were hardly ever around and she was always in her big sister's shadow when it came to everything. For a change, she felt like she was the center of attention, and it felt good. As she walked she became aware of her shirt rubbing gently on her nipples making them tingle; the friction and the cool air making them contract and become hard little pebbles. That's what this was all about, she saw her sister's new breasts this morning and got jealous, she wanted hers to grow too. It wasn't fair that her little sister should start developing first, even if it was medically enhanced growth. She wondered what her new breasts would look like and when they might start growing. Her sister's seemed to come out of nowhere, one day nothing and then a day or two later, real boobs! Katy was hoping for the same, and with luck maybe she could get really nice big ones like her sister's friend Olivia. Katy casually reached up and brushed her nipple while she stumbled along, they were really getting sensitive, maybe tender was a better description, either way, she could tell something was happening with them. It wasn't just her nipples that were sensitive and looking for attention, Katy's swollen clitoris was protruding from its shroud and was gently rubbing up against her labia as she walked. The cool air brushing over her privates reminded her with every step that she was naked under the short skirt. She wanted to reach down and help the friction between her legs; it was very distracting and was consuming her attention. "Katy, Hi again. Sam, remember me?" he asked as Katy focused on the voice in her ear. She turned to see the young blonde guy she had fucked before the old man. He was standing there with three other guys, two of them much younger. "Hi," she replied, as she looked over the guys, one of them bearing a striking resemblance to Sam. The other two looked like brothers also. "This is my little brother Timmy, my friend Andy and his brother Doug. I told them about what we did in the bathroom and they wanted to know if they could... , you know... , do it too?" "Yeah, but we hafta' hurry, I'm running outta time," she said as she headed for the bathroom dragging Timmy by the arm. "Do you have condoms?" Timmy asked as Katy reached for his pants. "No, why, should we use one?" she asked. "Well, if you don't want to get pregnant we should, unless you're on the pill of course. But you don't look old enough to be on the pill," he replied. "I haven't got my period yet so I think I'm okay." "Yeah, but you could get pregnant before you even have your first period, if you time it right," Andy added. Katy would definitely have to ask Steve about that as she fished Timmy's cock out of his pants. She'd already had enough semen dumped into her today that if she was fertile now, it would be too late anyway to prevent pregnancy. His cock was nice and normal-sized and would do nicely. Roger's was almost too big, she wasn't sure she wanted to get used to such a pig penis just yet, this one looked just right. She stroked it a few times and that was all it took as Timmy's member stood at attention quickly. He looked at her not knowing what to do next. Katy took the initiative and bent over, lifting her skirt at the same time and thrusting her glistening muff in his direction. Timmy immediately understood and stepped up behind her. He rubbed his head into her folds and pushed forward. Three thrusts later and he had found the end of her passage. Katy was nearly knocked off balance by Timmy's eager thrusts and quickly found Sam standing in front of her, helping her to hold on. Of course his intentions weren't completely selfless, as his own cock was sticking out from his jeans. He waved it in front of her and pointed it towards her mouth. After Roger, she was well aware of what he wanted and opened up, accepting only her second cock into her mouth. Katy was bound and determined to win the contest and wasted no time in expelling the guys after she had taken each one of them into her body. Andy and his brother had used condoms they had purchased from the vending machine, and Katy didn't like it. It felt weird when they entered her; it didn't have the same friction and felt too clinical. She loved the feel of a smooth hard cock as it slid into her and the latex just wasn't the real thing. She was definitely going to ask Steve about contacting Dr Sanders for birth control because she didn't want to have sex using condoms ever again, it just didn't feel right. Katy said goodbye to the guys after checking her reflection in the mirror. She looked like she had just had sex with five guys in less than an hour, and a sly smile spread across her face. She had cum two times in the twenty minutes she had been with the guys, and she felt great. Her budding sexuality was being supercharged by the hormones and the drugs, and she gave herself over to the demands her body was making on her. The meth and the coke combined to make every sensation she felt amplified ten-fold, and the X and the hormones put a demand on her body to find another cock to fill her up her desperately hungry pussy. It was a deadly cocktail and one that she had succumbed to. Her body was in control and she would do anything to satisfy the cravings she felt, and these cravings were carnal. She was going to show her little sister up by beating her at her own game, she had already tied her little sister, and she had fifteen minutes left to beat her soundly. All she needed were some more guys. Katy left the bathroom and headed over to where her group had been sitting. As she approached where they should have been, she saw only Steve sitting there. "Where is everyone?" "Not sure, Stacy went outside with a couple of guys and Pete and Dan followed to make sure she was ok." "Oh, I thought she said she wasn't going to go after any other guys?" Katy asked. "I don't know what she's up to and I wouldn't worry about it anyway." "What do you mean? Are you talking about the contest?" "Yeah, if I were you, I wouldn't be worried about beating Stacy." "I have to try, she's giving me a chance to beat her, and besides, I have to do what she says or she won't give me my pills." Steve was torn, up until now he had enjoyed controlling the girl's sexuality and their sluttiness was a big turn on for him. Watching them debase themselves with endless strange men gave him a feeling of power, plus it was lucrative. Stacy was the perfect cock-slut, she loved it, for now at least; he was going to ride her train all the way to the bank. Katy was different, he liked her, and not just because she was cute as hell and had the potential for a killer body. She had a quality to her that pushed his buttons just right. She was sweet and she seemed to like him too. He wanted to protect her from her sister and her plans to turn her into a "slut" too. Steve liked sluts but for some reason, didn't want this one to end up that way. He watched her sitting on the seat before him, her knees slightly parted revealing her naked pussy. Curiously he focused on something he was responsible for, but had failed to appreciate the full effect. It was her bald slit; he grabbed her knee and pulled it sideways putting her pussy on total display. It gave her that little girl look and combined with her under-developed body, made her look younger than she actually was. His mind did a little flip. He had liked that patch of fur, but felt compelled to shave it off earlier. "Why did I do that?" he wondered. He loved a smooth slit, but her little patch reminded him that she was older, closer to his age, even if only slightly than her slut sister and his other project Olivia, whom his dad was seemingly taking from him. He was having mixed emotions, it was just a little hair, nothing that should even concern him. "After all it just gets in the way when you're eating down there," he thought. But as he looked at her with her bare slit, it took her back to little girl status, something that knocked her down a peg from where he envisioned her. Given a little time and a little development, she could eventually be his girlfriend. It was stupid, he knew it, but she had just gone from "potential" back down to "play thing" and play things got treated differently. "You're such an idiot," he told himself, it's nothing. His brain was screaming a million things at him, his emotions doing their best to counteract everything his brain told him. He had just started to tell her in his roundabout way, that he wanted her to stand up to her sister and tell her NO to her stupid slut-game. He could have just come out and said it, "Stop fucking other guys because your sister said so, I want you to be my girlfriend." That sounds easy enough, but most eighteen year olds don't have thirteen year old girlfriends and once you say "girlfriend", it's official and you're labeled as a cradle robber. Not that he and his friends hadn't dipped into the cradle dozens of times in the last week, but a girlfriend and a "play toy" were very different things. No, he wanted her just for himself, and then he saw the effect her bare slit had in combination with her small stature, and she turned into a kid right in front of his eyes. "Steve, hello? Where did you go?" Katy was staring at him, he had been in mid sentence and then stopped talking. She had no idea what had caused him to stop, only that he took a peak under her skirt and then stopped dead in his tracks. She couldn't imagine why her pussy had suddenly distracted him so much, he'd been all over it all day today, licking it, touching it, fucking it; now all of a sudden he was mesmerized by it. "Nothing, nothing. Uhh, what we were talking about?" "You were saying something about Stacy's contest and not to worry about it. I know I'm still pretty stoned, but I don't get what you mean." "The moment of truth, are you going to let your stupid brain get the better of your emotions and tell her you like her, or are you going to tell her to go get fucked by more strangers?" he asked himself. "Decide right now, you fucking moron," he cursed at himself. His thought process was interrupted by a grey haired man who tapped Katy on the shoulder. "Hey honey, come with me, I have some friends I want you to meet." Katy looked up and saw a man standing over her, his hand reaching for her arm. It took her slow-moving thought process a few seconds to switch over from trying to understand what Steve was mumbling about to what the guy pulling on her arm said. Before she could process what he said, she felt herself being pulled to her feet and urged forward. She looked over and recognized the man leading her along as the grey haired guy who had rubbed his "stuff" all over her face, Roger I think he said his name was. His grip was gentle but firm; she could feel this was a strong man which matched his size. Steve's jaw hung slack in disbelief; his moment of indecision had cost him. His "potential" girlfriend was being led away for sex while he sat on his ass wondering how he could have allowed this to happen. "Move it asshole, or lose her to another bunch of fuckers!" he yelled at himself silently. He got up and quickly headed for the man as he reached the bathroom. There were three other older men standing there waiting for the pair. "Hey, wait a second, that's my oommf," he grunted as the nearest guy belted him in the guts, doubling him over. The shot to his belly had connected with his diaphragm, knocking the wind out of him, and with it, any ability to voice his opposition to their intentions with Katy. Steve saw stars and everything went fuzzy for a few seconds as the impact of the shot reverberated through his body. He collapsed onto the floor, the shot dropping him to his knees while he searched for his breath. It wasn't coming, not yet anyway, he couldn't move, all he could do was watch as Katy was led inside the private bathroom by two of the guys, while the other two stood watch over his crumpled form. He knew he only had the wind knocked out of him, but there isn't much you can do until your diaphragm stops spasming, breathing is somewhat important at times like these. "If you're trying to be some kind of hero, you can just stop it know. You can have your little girlfriend back when we're done with her. That is unless you want round two?" the man Katy knew as Roger, said to him menacingly. Steve shook his head "no" while as he felt the first little breaths come back to him. He wheezed several times as he felt his breath return. The two guys standing outside the door weren't that much bigger than him, but two against one didn't give him much of a chance. He picked himself up off the floor and headed for the exit, intent on finding Pete and Dan. They'd help him get Katy out of there. "Easy, no problem, I'll just tell them she's in danger and they'll come running," he told himself as he stumbled through the door in the night. Katy found herself in the familiar bathroom again; one of the men had pulled her shirt up and was sucking on her left nipple while the other guy was between her legs licking her privates. She had spent the last few hours with her system on overload, her desire had been peaked all day, ever since she left the doctor's office, and the drugs Stacy and Steve had just given her, made the lust she felt that much stronger. She had no idea who these guys were, and for the moment, had completely forgotten this was about some stupid contest. All she could focus on was the feelings she had become a slave too. She didn't want to become what her sister was pushing her towards, but she couldn't stop herself. She liked Steve, and only wanted Steve, but where was he? Why had he let these guys drag her away? She wanted to protest and turn around, run back to Steve, but everything was a blur, it all happened so fast. Before she could even register what had happened, she felt hands on her body, and then the sensations began. They were powerful, they coursed through her, the controlled her. She felt the hands rubbing her, stimulating her precious clitty, rubbing her sensitive nipples, and then the fight went out of her. The tongues started on her most sensitive areas, and she melted. God, she loved it when they put their tongues on her pussy, it felt so good. She never wanted that feeling to stop. She could feel the guy with his mouth between her legs, rubbing his hands all over her bottom; his other hand was between her legs, his thumb rubbing through her slit, the fingers rubbing along her anus. She was wet and his fingers slid easily through her crevice. His thumb pushed into her vagina and she grunted at the intrusion. She pushed her hips down trying to lodge more of his thumb into her tunnel. At the same time she felt him push up against her asshole. She remembered Steve doing the same to her earlier and although it felt a little strange, she got pleasure from it, just as she did now. She felt the pressure from his finger on her ring as it finally relented and his finger popping inside her butt. It felt really strange at first, having his fingers in both holes at the same time. She could feel the digits begin a reciprocating motion in both holes at the same time as his tongue continued licking her clit. Her butt muscle was clamped down pretty tightly against his finger as he continued pushing in and out of her. She felt the sensation in her butt turn to pain as another finger pushed inside of her rectum. She heard the man say as he pulled his mouth from her slit, to relax and it wouldn't hurt so much. She tried relaxing, well as much as you can standing in high heels while two old guys are going to town on your body in a bathroom. The guy sucking on her nipple grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his cock. It felt hard and bumpy. She could feel the ridge along the head and the veins that coursed up along the sides. It was so soft to the touch, but so firm under the surface. He wrapped his hand around hers and guided her hand up and down, showing her the proper amount of pressure to apply. He pulled his mouth from her nipple and stood up, Katy's hand still wrapped around his shaft. He nodded to the guy on the floor who promptly pulled his fingers and thumb from her ass and pussy as he stood up from between her legs. The nipple sucker pulled her forward and guided her mouth to his groin while the other stood behind her, his hands on her hips. Katy was experienced enough to know what was expected of her as she took the cock in front of her into her mouth, his hands holding her head firmly in place as he began sawing into her oral cavity. The man behind, sunk his cock into her kitty and started his own sawing motion. She felt stuffed from both ends as the assault on her senses continued. They weren't rough on her, but it wasn't exactly gentle either as they pounded into her. Steve was all but forgotten for the moment as her body got what it had been telling her brain it needed, sex, and lots of it. She could feel the guy behind her settle into a nice comfortable pace, sliding in and out of her womanhood when she felt his finger returning to her asshole once again. She didn't mind it before when he was licking her clitty, it was a nice accompaniment to the other stimulation she was getting, but now she just felt over-stuffed. She couldn't tell how many fingers he had in her but it was getting painful the more he pushed in. The guy behind pulled out of Katy's slick bald pussy and lined his cock up with her asshole as he pulled his three fingers from her stretched anus. Before the muscle had a chance to contract, he pushed forward and sunk into her, eliciting a fair amount of commotion from the young girl. The man holding her head had the keep a tight grip on her head to keep her from screaming out, his cock effectively stifling her scream. Katy felt like someone had shoved a red hot poker up her ass. If she thought the fingers in her rectum were uncomfortable, they didn't even compare to this. She bucked against the man trying to dislodge the invader, but found her small size was no match for the two large men that had a tight hold on her small body. The two large hands gripped her hips like a vice, as he used them to jam even more of his cock into her ass. Katy had never felt pain like that before; it felt like he was tearing her ass open. She tried crying out time after time but the man in front of her had his cock pushed all the way to the back of her mouth, and negated her every attempt. It seemed like he was trying to shove it down her throat they way he kept banging away at her opening. She gagged over and over again as the pain in her ass was met by the pain in her throat. Spit flowed freely from her mouth from her gagging, her eyes puffy and red and teary from the abuse. And then it was gone; the man in front of her pulled his hard tool from her mouth as she fought to avoid throwing up all over the place. The man behind her was still pumping away into her rectum but at least she felt somewhat numb to it now. It still hurt but at least not like it did before. The man behind stopped for a moment and Katy was hoping they were going to let her go after their rough treatment. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a standing position and then wrapped his arms around her torso lifting her off the ground in one swift movement. Katy felt the pain in her ass return as he dropped her weight onto his shaft, his cock going deeper into her rectum. The man who had just pulled his cock form her mouth grabbed her legs and lifted them up, spreading her legs in a wide "V" shape, her pink pussy on display. He wasted no time shoving his tool into her vagina, overloading her senses and she was penetrated in both holes at once. Up until this point, everything about sex had been fun and enjoyable, this wasn't. This hurt; her sensitive tissues were being abused and stretched in a way she didn't know was possible. Sure the stimulation was there, and her crotch was on fire from the sensory overload the hormones and the drugs provided her, but she wasn't enjoying the way in which she was receiving it. Even when she was being fucked by their friend Roger, he was kinda rough, but he still gave her enough pleasure to make her cum. Steve had done two laps around the parking lot looking for Pete and Dan before hearing what could only be one of Stacy's patented orgasmic screams. Running around behind the bowling alley, Steve found Pete and Dan and two other guys standing at the open door of a mini-van watching some anonymous guy pounding into Stacy's muff. "Guy's let's go, Katy needs help!" Steve shouted at the small group. "Help with what, finding cocks?" Stacy grunted as her lover pounded into her, her shirt pulled up exposing her breasts. They really were growing nicely Steve noticed as they jiggled back and forth in time with the cock thrusting into her. "No these guys grabbed her and dragged her off to the bathroom, and punched me when I tried to stop them!" "No shit, how many of them are there?" Dan asked "Four of them." Steve did the math and quickly understood the point of his question. Four on three was no contest. "Do you guys mind helping us out?" Pete asked, looking at the other two guys waiting their turn with Stacy. "Sure as long as we still get to fuck her," the one said. "You can fuck both girls for all I care," Dan replied. Steve almost opened his mouth in protest but thought better of it for time being. "You almost done there dude, we might need a fifth guy," Pete said. "Give me a second I'm right there." Katy had endured the rough treatment at the hands of the guys double fucking her. She was scared that they were going to cause her physical harm they way they were pounding into her. She wanted to be free from these nasty men. She was doing her best to suppress her hormones and the effects of her chemical cocktail as their efforts took their toll, but the stimulation from her sex was beginning to betray her. The guy in front of her started rubbing her clit trying to get her "into it" and was rewarded as her grunts slowly changed into moans. "No, don't enjoy it," she screamed at herself silently as the attention to her clit worked her beyond her revulsion for what these guys were doing to her body, towards enjoyment. The pain in her ass was gone, the pounding her pussy was taking was pushing all the right buttons. "No, no, no, no," she repeated quietly as her senses overloaded her willpower to resist. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhh," she moaned repeatedly. She was going to cum and she hated herself for it, she shouldn't be enjoying this she thought as she drew nearer and nearer to her climax. The guy rubbing her clit removed his hand and grabbed her under the knees again and hoisted her legs high so he could pound every inch of his cock into pussy. Katy immediately reached down and frigged her clit fast and hard as she was nearly there! "Ahhhhhgggggg," she screamed out loud as her orgasm washed over her. The screamer gene definitely ran in the family. Katy could feel the guy in her ass pulsing first and then shortly after the guy in her pussy as he too filled her with his man-cream. Her thoughts of getting out of there were short lived as Roger and the fourth guy entered and quickly took the places of their spent friends. Fortunately for Katy, Roger with his big cock elected to take on her pussy again as she was sure she would be bleeding if he stuck that big thing in her ass. She gave herself over to the sensations of being doubly penetrated and blanked her mind out from the fact she was being taken against her will. A second turned into a few minutes as Steve grew impatient, barking at the guy to hurry. Stacy didn't understand his urgency; she'd fucked enough guys and never complained once about how any of them treated her. Hell, even the bikers, as rough as they were had made her cum over and over again. She loved sex of all kinds, especially the rough and dirty kind and thought Katy should feel the same way. Steve was just overreacting for some strange reason she thought, then it hit her. "You like my sister don't you," she asked as her present guy grunted into her pussy, dumping his load of man-goo. "What?" "That's why you want help saving Katy from those guys. She's not really in trouble. You just don't want those guys fucking Katy, right?" Stacy said as her guy climbed off her mostly naked body. "No seriously, she's in trouble. Let's go, come on guys!" he said emphatically. The guys did get moving although not as urgently as he wanted. Stacy seemed to be stalling as she pulled her clothes back into place. She wanted her sister to have it rough while she was being "broken in", all the more reason to not hurry she thought. Steve ushered everyone along as they entered the building, looking to save his damsel in distress. Roger's cock was huge as he jammed it into her over and over again. Her ass didn't hurt at all with this guy. He mustn't have been very well endowed she thought as the feelings from her loins intensified. Katy resigned herself to the fact that this act was going to happen whether she wanted it or not, and made the best of the situation returning her hands to her crotch. If she was going to get fucked by these nasty men, at least she could get some satisfaction from it. She was oh so close to having another orgasm. Roger had been toying with her nipples and her own handiwork had her at the very edge of another big cum. She was lost in her own world, focusing all her attention on this big cum that was just seconds away. She was so lost that she didn't hear the commotion outside. It seemed like it had only been a few short minutes since Steve had left to go get his posse, but as he rounded the corner he saw the two guys who had gone inside the bathroom with Katy, guarding the door. Five against two was all it took to scare away the guys guarding the door, and Steve felt like prince charming arriving to rescue his fair maiden as he opened the door. Katy screamed through her second orgasm in less than ten minutes, bucking her hips at the meat stick pumping into her quim. Her body convulsed, her muscles tensing, her legs wrapping around the torso in front of her, locking his cock into her pussy as she rode her orgasm to completion. "Way to go Katy!" she heard from beyond the fog of her orgasm. Katy opened her eyes and saw Stacy, Steve, and a bunch of other guys standing there watching her as the last surges of her orgasm passed through her. She felt Roger's cock twitch as he dumped his seed into her pussy. He pulled his cock out and dropped her legs down to the floor as the guy in her ass kept up his pounding. "I'll be done with her in a minute and then you guys can have your turn," she heard come from the guy reaming her ass. Katy was embarrassed and ashamed to have to stand there in front of Steve and everyone else while this stranger finished fucking her ass. He grunted several times as he filled her bowels with his cum. Steve was devastated by the vision of seeing his girl cumming so intensely while being double fucked by these old men. It was his fault and he knew it, he should have grabbed her when the guy named Roger had pulled her to her feet. He couldn't be mad at Katy, she had enough hormones coursing through her body that she'd probably fuck a horse and take pleasure from it. Not to mention the chemical cocktail that he himself had administered to her, that was likely intensifying all the stimulation she was experiencing. It was no wonder she came so hard from what she had gone through. Katy looked up seeing her sister staring at her with a big grin on her face, "did I win?" she asked. "How many did you fuck?" Stacy asked as she stepped aside, allowing the two men who had just double fucked her sister to leave the bathroom. "Eight," she replied as she straightened her clothing. She could feel cum running down her legs and reached for a paper towel to wipe her tender crotch. She looked at the paper towel and saw a little streak of pink in the fluid leaking from her. "I think I'm bleeding," she reported. "It's probably coming from your butt, that happens," Stacy replied. "It's no big deal; you'll be fine in no time. That looked so hot by the way, what a way to win a contest! Was it fun?" "Not really, I mean, I had some really big orgasms, but they weren't very nice to me," Katy replied. "Don't be such a baby, so they fucked you hard. I love it when guys fuck me hard, it makes me cum even harder and apparently it makes you too!" Stacy said. Katy was confused, she was right, but it didn't mean she wanted to subject herself to that kind of situation, even if she did cum really hard. She tried telling herself that she was raped, but she ultimately loved the sex, and it was her choice to partake in the contest in the first place. It was her body that made her do it. She had been so horny all day, ever since leaving the doctor's office. The cream made the sex feel so much better too, and whatever that powder was that Steve blew up her cunt, it made her and the sex feel so much better. It made her fuck all those guys. "Oh my God," she thought, "I was a virgin this morning and now I've fucked eleven guys! All in one day!" "Alright contest winner, we have a party to go to in your honor!" Stacy said as she grabbed her sister and hugged her. She had successfully achieved her first goal of the night. She managed to con Katy into fucking complete strangers for no more reason than to win a sham contest. If she could get her to willingly give her pussy up to anyone that wanted it, she'd have achieved her second and ultimate goal. She had to think back and remember why she wanted to turn her big sister into a complete raging slut, "Oh, yeah, she tried to blackmail me by threatening to tell mom and dad about me staying out all last night. Well, at the very least I'll have somebody other than Olivia go to slutting with," she thought. "Not to be an asshole or anything, but you promised us pussy if we helped you," said one of the "volunteer heroes". "Sure. Why don't you come with us? We're going to a party in Katy's honor. You'll have plenty of time to fuck us both," Stacy offered. Katy stared at her sister in disbelief; she had just offered her pussy to these guys for doing nothing other than watch her get ass-fucked in a bathroom. They didn't "save" her and now her pussy had been offered as payment. As horny as the medication and the drugs made her, she just wasn't sure she wanted to risk getting pregnant or catching a disease for a little fun. The girls piled into the back seat of Steve's car along with Pete and Dan, the three "heroes" following behind them in their car. "Time to freshen up," Stacy said as she whipped out the baggy of meth. "Lift your knees up and spread 'em," she said to her sister. Katy did as she was told even though she was getting tired of her little sister bossing her around. If not for the jealousy she felt over her sister's new tits and her desire to have her own boobs start growing; she would definitely not be here. But Stacy was the gate keeper of the medication supply, at least for now she was. She spread her legs and watched as Stacy opened up her flower with her fingers and poured the powder directly onto and into her pussy. The rush was nearly immediate as the drugs absorbed into her tissues. Stacy used her fingers to push the powder inside her pussy and the feelings her fingers were giving her, were intense. She moaned as the fingers worked in and out of her cleft. "Now you do me," Stacy said as she pulled her fingers free from her sister's hot moist pussy. Katy did the best she could to pour some of the powder into her little sister's pussy, but she was pretty fucked up and didn't get much inside. "Don't worry about it, I'll get it myself," she said. Steve arrived at Alfred's house and they climbed out of his Firebird. Stacy had asked Steve to take them to a party or a rave or someplace where there'd be lots of guys that could take advantage of her sister. His first thought was to call his friend Alfred, also his drug dealer. At the time it seemed like a good idea but now he was regretting it because there were two big problems: first, you just didn't fuck with Alfred, and second, Alfred didn't do anything half-assed, meaning Katy was going to get fucked tonight, likely a lot. Alfred greeted the group at the door and ushered them in, giving Stacy a big hug and Katy, a kiss on her hand. He came off as very gentlemanly for someone who had plans on fucking the hell out of a thirteen year old. Katy was stoned off her ass; the dose of meth that Stacy gave her was a big one. She was flying high and even when Alfred kissed her hand, his touch felt electric. She felt like she was floating on a cloud as she was ushered into a dimly lit room with loud music playing, with eight or nine people milling around. Stacy grabbed her and dragged her to the center of the floor and started dancing with her. Katy swayed to the music as best she could in her fucked up state. She felt hands on her and the sensation was amazing, even a simple touch made her skin feel like it was on fire. Katy looked around and noticed that most of the people at the party were guys, all guys actually. They were looking at her, staring really; she could feel their stares and it was enticing. Stacy grabbed her by the hips and pulled her close, grinding her hips up against her own. It was sexy, the two girls, dressed in their revealing clothes grinding on each other at the center of the room. They were the center of attention, they would have been anyway as the only females in the room, but they were putting on a show and had the guy's devout attention. Stacy's plan was to get her sister fucked up enough that she would willingly give herself to anyone that wanted to fuck her, and the big dose of meth she gave her seemed to doing the trick. She watched as some guy came up behind her and started grinding on her from behind. Katy ground her ass back against the pelvis pushing up against her. She felt hands roaming over her chest, rubbing her nipples and sending sparks flying through her body. There were hands all over her; someone was rubbing her cleft and she felt like her body was on fire. The rest was a blur after that; she remembered being handed drinks and at some point someone gave her a pill to take that made fucked her up even more. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She got her wish as she felt her skirt being pulled down her legs and her shirt being pulled over her head. Her world was a blur as she felt a surge of pleasure from her loins; someone was spearing his cock into her slit and it felt dreamy. Stacy was elated watching her sister get fucked. She wasn't laying there taking it like a passed-out rag doll, she was picking out the guys she wanted to fuck. It was all working out according to her plan. Katy was becoming the insatiable slut she herself, already was. Alfred was suddenly at her side and said, "she's a tiny thing, are you sure she isn't your little sister?" "Nope, she's thirteen months older than me. But she's always been a shrimp. Don't worry though, give her a few days on the pills I'm on and she'll be sporting tits in no time," she said. Alfred reached out and cupped one of Stacy's breasts marveling at how much they'd grown since he first saw her at Olivia's house only a few days ago. How ya 'feelin after the work out you got from the club last night?" "Fine, always ready for more." "Good, you feel like coming to work for me?" he asked. "At the club?" "Sometimes, but I was thinking more about individual meetings, maybe some private parties. Do you think you could do a sister act with her?" he asked pointing to Katy as she rode on one of his client's cock. Alfred was nothing if not a clever businessman. He had invited a handful of his best clients over for a free shot at Stacy's sister, wetting their appetites so to speak. To ensure she cooperated, he had given her a few alcoholic drinks and a hit of ecstasy. She was high on meth when she walked in the door and the X just made her crave the sexual contact. It worked better than he could have imagined. He watched in fascination as she methodically worked the room, fucking guy after guy. "I think we could work something out," Stacy said with a grin. Steve couldn't help but watch as Katy took on Alfred's clients, one after the next. He was powerless to stop her or else incur Alfred's wrath. He was closing a business deal of sorts by greasing his client's palms with Katy's pussy. He glanced over and watched Katy straddle some random guy's lap and plant her pussy on his cock. She engulfed him quickly and started rocking her hips on his manhood. Another guy stepped behind her and slid his cock into her ass. Apparently she seemed to like it as she moaned and groaned incessantly while they plowed into her body. Steve grabbed Stacy as she had just finished fucking one of the guys form the bowling alley and pulled her into an adjacent room. This was all her idea and if he couldn't do anything to stop what was going on, he'd let her know how displeased he was at how things turned out by giving her a hate fuck. He pushed her down onto the floor on her hands and knees and mounted her roughly from behind; fucking her as aggressively as he knew how. The problem was, she was enjoying it, screaming out as he brought her to orgasm. Pissed at how the tables had turned, he pulled out of her pussy and jammed his cock into her ass and went to work. She liked that too but she didn't seem to heading towards orgasm anytime soon. Steve dumped his load into her ass and pulled out leaving her on her hands and knees, her asshole gaping open. Steve stood up and realized he had an audience. Alfred and four other guys were watching the performance with interest. "Mind if we give her a spin next? Or are you finished with your hate-fuck yet?" Alfred asked. "It was that obvious?" Steve asked as he pulled up his pants. He left Stacy with Alfred and the others It was shortly after eleven o'clock when Steve gathered up his fucked-out girl and pulled her clothes back on. She was still pretty messed up from whatever drugs she had been given since their arrival, plus he was tired of seeing her taking on all those cocks. He could put all this behind them as long as he could keep tabs on her. That would be a challenge with a sister as slutty and apparently devious as Stacy. Steve dropped his friends off first and then headed to the Bennett house. He was hoping he could have a few minutes with Katy before he went home. She was out cold by the time he got her home, and carried her up to her room. Stacy helped him strip her down so they could clean her up. He spread her legs to check out the damage from the evening's activities. Her pussy was red and swollen; her rectum looked about the same. Dried cum was crusted all around her privates; she needed a good bath, but that would have to wait until morning. Her parents would be home soon and he needed to get the hell out. Steve went to the bathroom to get a warm cloth for Katy's privates while Stacy went to her room and turned out the light. He went back in and wiped at the crusty filth coating her flesh. She had a beautiful body and he couldn't help but admire her supple skin and her firm gymnast's muscles. He stared at her bare vulva, her little tuft of fur all gone. She had the same puffy pussy as her sister, the full labia hiding her most intimate parts. It was really very pretty; staring at her shaved pussy like this made him realize how stupid he had acted tonight. He couldn't imagine why he thought that made any difference, now that it was staring him in the face. She looked like an angel laying there in her naked glory, with her beautiful face, her high cheeks and little upturned nose, her kissable lips. He leaned over and planted a kiss on her soft lips; she didn't move. There was something about kissing this girl that enthralled him, just like earlier this evening when he kissed every inch of her perfect ass. He couldn't stop himself from kissing her. He worked his way down from her lips down to her neck, planting little kisses along the way. Katy stirred as he planted kisses on her nipples and worked down to her belly button. He traced his fingers up and down her rib cage as he kissed her, his ticklish fingers seemingly bringing Katy back to the land of the living. "Steve, is that you?" she asked through her partially open eye lids. "Yeah, how do you feel?" "My head's a little swimmy still, but I feel much better." "Katy, I have to tell you something. I should have said something earlier, but I didn't know if I could find the right words. After watching what Stacy put you through tonight, I have to tell you this before it's too late." "Tell me what?" "You're being made to do things against your will and you may not know why, or be able to stop yourself from doing them. Plus I don't want to see you being taken advantage of like this and I want to stop it from happening," he said. "You mean all the sex? Well, I have to; Stacy will withhold my pills if I don't do what she says." "I have control over the doctor, if you need the hormone pills, you'll get them without any interference from your sister. Plus there is something more you need to know. The cream Dr Sanders gave you is spiked with drugs, lots of drugs, crystal meth, ecstasy and cocaine." "What? And Stacy knows this?" "Yeah, sure she does." "I knew you guys gave me that white stuff earlier and it felt amazing, but why would he put all those drugs in the cream?" "I'm not sure, maybe to get you addicted to them and make you keep going back to him for more. Trade the drugs for sex is my guess. I do know that the drugs are pretty effective at suppressing your inhibitions and enhancing the feeling you get from sex, basically controlling your sexual urges making you have sex against your will. I guess he thought it would make it easier for him to score with you girls if you were high." "That's so bad, he's an awful man. I can't believe a doctor could actually be that... , that... , evil." "Well, he had "some" concern for your safety, one of the bottles of pills he gave you are birth control pills to make sure you don't get pregnant." "Thank God! The thought occurred to me but I couldn't stop myself from wanting to have sex over and over again. Speaking of," she said as she reached down to his crotch. "That will have to wait, your parents will be home soon and I can't be here when they arrive. But there's more." "More of what?" she asked as he gently removed her hand from his crotch and tenderly held it in his own. It was very sweet and she definitely picked up on his intent. "I wanted to tell you earlier that I like you and want you all to myself. I don't want you having sex with anyone else but me." "Ok, but you're going to have a lot of work to do. I may have been drugged tonight, well, I guess nearly all day today, but I enjoyed the sex. Even the rough stuff, well, not at first, but eventually I did. I don't remember much from the party, but I know I had sex with other guys tonight, and I know it all felt amazing. But if you feel up to it, I'm all yours." "I'll do my best," he said embracing her and giving her a deep soulful kiss. ------- Chapter 13 Lauren Hastings woke with a pounding headache. She wasn't much of a drinker, but she knew what a hangover felt like, and this was much worse. Her body ached all over as well. Not just her muscles, but especially her tits and crotch. She had memories of having sex, but they were fuzzy. She remembered Ryan's face and knew she had sex with him, but she saw other faces as well. She didn't know if she had sex with anyone else but her body hurt enough to make her think she might have. What about Olivia she suddenly thought? Had anything happened to her while she was passed out? She seemed fine and didn't give any indication that anything had happened to her. Lauren crawled out of bed and looked at the clock; it was eight in the morning! She had slept well over twelve hours and still felt like shit. She went to check on Olivia to make sure she was okay. Olivia heard her mother knock on the door and panicked. The last thing she remembered was her neighbor, Reed Johnson sleeping in her bed with his cock lodged between her legs. She rolled over and saw that she was alone and sighed audibly. "Come on in mom," she yelled out. "Hi honey, I just thought I'd check on you and make sure you're okay?" her mother asked as she poked her head into her daughter's room, seeing her daughter still cuddled up in her bed. "Of course, why do you ask?" Olivia replied, huddled under her covers, naked as a jaybird, her hand cupped up against her crusty pussy. "Well, I don't feel very good and I think I passed out at that party. I think those guys put something in my drink and I wanted to make sure nothing happened to you." "No, mom, nothing happened. I think you just drank a lot. I went to check on you after I noticed you were gone for a while, and you were sleeping on someone's bed. We let you sleep it off for a while then some of the guys carried you outside and shortly after that, you woke up." Lauren knew that much more than that happened, gratefully Olivia didn't bear witness to the events that left her tits and pussy so tender. She closed the door to her daughter's bedroom door and headed for the bathroom. "Oh my God, what if I'm pregnant?" she suddenly thought, knowing she wasn't on any birth control. When you haven't had sex in ten years, why worry about taking any? "What if he/they infected me with an STD?" A million questions went through her head all at once. She was still worried about whether or not Olivia saw her having sex. "She said she didn't, but she might just be saying that so as not to embarrass me?" she wondered. Lauren was already planning on heading to the local drug store to pick up a home pregnancy test and wondered if she should make an appointment with Dr Sanders to have a blood test done and check to see if she were drugged, and to check for STD's. "That would be so embarrassing," she thought as denial started setting in about the whole event. She was more interested in putting it all behind her and moving on. Olivia checked her cell phone hoping to see a text or missed call from Reed. She was disappointed when she woke up finding him gone, but relieved that her mother hadn't found him in her bed. She wasn't sure what her feelings were for him. He'd always been a bit of a father figure to her, since she'd never had a real dad, but when she woke up yesterday and found him fucking her, she suddenly saw him in a new light. He had threatened to tell her mother with what she had been doing, and that put him in the same category as his son, a blackmailer that just wanted to use her for sex. But he also treated her tenderly when they were alone together. They were mixed signals and she wasn't sure what they meant. He fixed up the meeting with the old man at the hotel last night, but that had been more of an adventure. He said it was up to her if she wanted to have sex with him and the old man left it up to her as well. It was her choice, something Steve hadn't allowed her, free will, free choice. Then out by the pool last night, well that was just awesome. He had brought her some of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had and then made her feel special by telling her he thought he might be in love with her. She was so confused; did she really have feelings for him? She felt so secure in his arms, as she fell asleep with him in her bed. She wanted him to be there when she woke in the morning, but he was gone. She could still smell his manliness in her sheets as she rolled over, her breasts pressing up against where his prone form had been just hours before. She loved the way he fucked her, tender, but at the same time vigorous enough to stir her animal lust for him. She checked her phone and she had nothing from Reed, nothing from Steve, and nothing from Stacy. There were texts from the guys from the church again, they were relentless, but then again, considering the experience they had enjoyed with her, you couldn't blame them. Her beauty made her look many years older than her actual age. She had the body of a real-life Barbie doll, and with her insatiable sexual appetite, she was worthy of male obsession. She had her own obsession and it was feeding her appetite for sex and the payoff was her earth-shattering orgasms. With Reed's help, she had discovered a new depth to her orgasms that she hadn't thought possible. His stimulation of her g-spot had brought her orgasm after orgasm, each one becoming more powerful, they almost became painful they were so intense. She had to beg him to stop before she passed out from that many consecutive orgasms. His play with her uterus was completely different. The intensity was beyond pleasure and pain, they were all-consuming, it over-loaded her mental and physical ability to deal with the surge and had knocked her out cold the first time. The second time she had held on, but barely. She was definitely going to have to investigate the boundaries of that sort of play soon. She wasn't sure if she had the fortitude to investigate it on her own, likewise with some of the items in her box of toys. She was definitely curious about the piercing gun, but was scared to try it out on herself. Her brain had already figured out what body parts she might be able to pierce with it. She had seen the other women at the strip club with pierced nipples, and she already had friends with pierced belly buttons, but what intrigued her were the women at the strip club with the piercings in their pussies. She wasn't sure if she had the guts to try and pierce herself. Of all the things she had done to her body, or taken into her body, piercing scared her the worst. She was afraid of the pain, afraid of the unknown. When she had her ears pierced, they hurt, but it was quick and temporary. Her nipples were so sensitive and her clit remarkably so; she couldn't imagine how much that would hurt, or if she would take any pleasure from the act. Still, she was intrigued by the equipment at her finger tips. What would it take for her to try to pierce her own nipples? Olivia climbed back out of bed wondering what she would do today. She looked down at her naked form and grabbed her breasts wondering if they were still growing. They were beautiful and large, but if they got any bigger, they might begin to look ridiculous on her small body. Her mother's were much larger than hers and they were gorgeous, but she was a full grown woman and had the frame to carry them. Still, when she felt them, they might have grown a bit since even yesterday. Steve had ruled her world for nearly a week and her time had belonged to him. This was the first time since that first day that she hadn't received some type of instruction from him before the day got started. She was at a loss; she had her sexual hunger that would need to be fed and without Steve's devious plans, she would have to figure a plan out for herself. She got her day started with her pills and a hot shower and wondered if she could spend a day like a normal pre-teen girl doing normal pre-teen things, not a hormonally driven sex machine. She started out doing all the normal stuff, got dressed, had breakfast, helped her mom clean the house. But by ten o'clock, she found she was continuously distracted by her growing urge to orgasm, and her urge to "fix" herself with some of the heavily meth-spiked cream. She didn't like the thought of becoming dependant on drugs and fought to resist the urge to use the cream, but it felt so good when combined with her sex. She puttered around looking for something else to distract her and was finding her brain directing single-mindedly towards sexual gratification and the enhanced feeling the drugs gave it. She was going to have to take care of herself quick. Timing was everything as Olivia's mother announced she was jumping into the shower. Now was her chance to relieve herself as she bolted to her room. She stripped off her shorts and her g-string underwear and plunged her hands into her crotch. Her horny meter was pegged at the red line and she hoped this "session" would bring the meter down to a manageable level as her talented and now very experienced fingers went to work. A few minutes later she had a "nice" orgasm which brought her some degree of relief, but it wasn't the huge one she was looking for, needing actually. This day was going to be torture if she couldn't find some way to relieve her horniness. She tried calling Reed and got his voice mail, cursing as she remembered he was at work today. She called Stacy's number; she could always be relied upon to come up with a crazy idea for getting sex, but there was no answer. She was getting desperate and called Steve only to have him tell her he was planning on spending the day with Katy. "What's up with that?" she wondered. Could it be he had found himself some other object to focus his attention on? That could be potentially bad for her "need" fulfillment. Sure she had her box of toys, and she had plans for that already, but the Queen still needed the real thing and no latex phallus could replace the feel of a hard cock spurting into her loins. Her options were running thin as there were only a few short hours left before her mother had to go to work. She went through them in her mind; she could call Alfred, the guys from the church, or even Mr. Mathews, he had a deviant mind. There were the phone numbers written on her ass from the beach house party from yesterday. She could try calling some of Steve's buddies, they always seemed eager enough, or she could try something "thrilling" as Reed put it. Maybe go freelance and see what she could find for herself? That intrigued her and got her juices flowing. Yesterday at the beach was the first time she had "found" her own men. Up until then she had been served up by Steve like a piece of meat on a platter, and in a way, forced to have sex at his will. Well, that wasn't necessarily true was it? She opted to go into the biker bar after Steve and Stacy had left her alone in the car. She willingly let those thirty or forty guys fuck her silly. She willingly jumped out of the car after that and fucked the bums in the alley. It was depraved behavior; that she would debase herself to that level, letting those dirty men stick their filthy cocks into her, even piss on her, should be unthinkable, but she had loved it, loved everything about it. There should have been deep regret at such an unspeakable act, but there was none. She should have been worried about a hundred things, pregnancy, disease, what if one of the guys got violent? All those things should have concerned her, but in the heat of the moment, all that mattered was fulfilling her deepest and darkest desires. She had seen what depths men's sexual cravings went to, and she had met them all with her own, cumming during those acts every time. Nothing they had done to her yet had pushed beyond the barriers she was willing to go to. Her mind was sinking down into those depths now thinking about some of the deeds she had done for the sake of filling her insatiable desire. Her little orgasm had done nothing except fuel her desire for more, and she needed more now. She also heard her jar of cream calling out to her, except she knew it wasn't the cream, but the drugs in the cream. She regretted putting all of her meth into the cream as the real stuff worked faster, it went through her like a freight train. Still, the cream had its benefits too, it required her to rub her pussy to get it worked in, and that in itself was reason enough. She was going to need a fix soon, and that was going to make her day that much more enjoyable. Her mind was working on a plan of what to do today when she suddenly thought of the money Reed had given her last night. She had been paid to fuck that old man! She quickly dug out the bills and started counting. The old man must have been loaded because there was a thousand dollars there! She could do just about anything she wanted. She could get a cab, go somewhere and do something crazy! The possibilities ran through her mind were endless. Her mind focused on something other than sex for the moment. She could go shopping! She could go buy clothes, she had some super sexy stuff already but maybe she needed a whole wardrobe make-over! As her mind worked over the possibilities, it inevitably came back to sex. Maybe she needed more slutty outfits for Alfred's club? Maybe she needed more extreme toys? Maybe she needed a visit back to the porn shop? That gross old man saw through to her, down to her very essence. He made her cum by peeing down her throat. Maybe it was time to explore her limits, push the boundaries and see what there was to be learned. She was getting hot just from thinking about what that dirty old man could do to her. What worlds he could open up for her. Olivia reached down and rubbed her pussy; it was literally dripping, she was so turned on. She heard the shower stop and knew her mother would be out of the bathroom soon. Olivia pulled on her g-string and shorts and adjusted herself in the mirror. She scrutinized her reflection. She wore a pink tank top over a new Victoria's Secret bra that accented her curves. Her flat tummy enhanced the generous swell of her breasts. The slight flair to her hips gave her a shape more like a woman. Her shapely, toned legs completed the package. She looked up and realized she hadn't done anything with her hair yet or put on any makeup. She had never really worn much before, just a little lip gloss and some mascara usually. She sat down and actually put in an effort to do her make up as best she could with her limited supply. She used her curling iron to put a little life into her naturally straight blond hair and after fifteen minutes in front of the mirror, she was very pleased with the results. She could easily pass for sixteen with the way she had done herself up. Now, what to do? "I'm all dressed and nowhere to go, or is that no one to blow! Ha, ha," she whispered out loud. "Hmm, seemed funnier in my head." Olivia's thoughts returned to sex, as they always did. Her soaked underwear were a constant reminder of her horny condition. Her body was calling out for the drugs and her pussy was calling out for attention, why not kill two birds with one stone? She walked over to where she had left her beach bag and found the jar and opened the lid. It had only been two days since her refill and thankfully she had only used about a quarter of the jar. She dipped two fingers in and coated them liberally. Reaching up under the leg of her shorts, she was able to contact her g-string, albeit not comfortably. Maybe a skirt was in order for today, it certainly gave her easy access when she needed it. She was able to pull the g-string aside with her free hand and gain access to her sex. It felt great, but the shorts were just too cumbersome. Frustrated, Olivia went to her drawer and looked for a skirt that she could wear in public. Sadly, none of the ones Steve had picked out fit that description. She loved the tight fitting clothing, but little of it was practical, or could be worn in front of her mother. That decided it, she would go shopping today and pick out clothes she liked, stuff that would be flirty and sexy, but more age appropriate for her than what Steve liked. Besides, it seemed like he'd lost interest in her anyway. She had mixed feelings about that. She was glad he wasn't controlling her anymore, but at the same time, he provided her with all the action she needed; and her pussy had needed copious amounts of action over the last four or five days. Olivia was feeling the need for another "fix" and decided she wanted to get more of the cream into her pussy and the shorts were just getting in the way. Olivia unbuttoned the shorts and dropped them and the g-string to the ground. She decided to forego the g-string as the cream would only make them gooey and it was much easier to go without these days. She plugged a good size dollop of cream into her hole and grabbed the first tubular object she could find to push it home, her hairbrush handle. Stacy was right; it did fell pretty good and was a convenient size too. Not quite big enough, but good for her immediate needs. The meth hit her quickly; it must have been a pretty good dose as she suddenly felt swimmy in the head, and sexy too. Oh yeah, she was going to have to combine shopping with "sexing" today. "Damn that feels good," she said as meth coursed through her. She was absently jamming the hairbrush handle into her quim when her mother knocked on the door. She yanked the hairbrush out of her pussy and reached for her shorts. "Yeah mom," she answered. "Are you getting hungry honey, I can make you some lunch if you want?" "Lunch?" She looked at the clock. It was after eleven! What they hell had she been doing for the last hour? Surely she couldn't have lost that much time jamming the hairbrush into her pussy? Could she? "Sure mom, that would be awesome. I'll be right out." Olivia grabbed her hair towel left over from her shower and wiped her pussy, she was soaked. She pulled her shorts back on, going commando. Entering the kitchen and seeing her mother seemingly fully recovered from her gang-bang, Olivia asked if she could go shopping. "By yourself?" "No, Stacy said she'd meet me there." "How are you planning on getting home? I'm leaving for work in two hours and I doubt you'll be finished by then. I mean I know how you girls are at the mall. You doddle around for hours." "We'll take the bus home," Olivia said thinking that she wouldn't be caught dead taking the bus - you were virtually guaranteed to have some degenerate sitting next to you creeping you out. "Nope. You'll take a cab," she said reaching for her purse, digging out two twenties and handing them over. "That should give you a few dollars to buy something with and have enough left over for a ride home." "Thanks mom!" Olivia replied pocketing the money in her shorts. She planned on taking several hundred dollars from her stash with her shopping and her mother's forty bucks wouldn't be necessary, but she couldn't tell her that. Olivia returned to her room to get ready to go, collecting her things in her purse. Her keys, money, cell phone, and on a whim, grabbed the vibrating egg. She'd already dosed her pussy with the cream but loved the feeling the meth gave her, and she wanted to take it with her. The jar wasn't going to fit in her purse but looking in the bottom of her purse gave her an idea. She had an old lipstick that she didn't like and pulled it out. She cranked up the stick and broke off the pink waxy goop and cranked the device back down. It made a nice hollow for her to fill with cream. She tested her theory by cranking up the stick slightly and saw the cream rising quickly. It would work just like a dispenser if she felt she needed another dose. "I'm ready to go whenever you are mom." With six hundred dollars of her own money plus her mother's money, Olivia felt empowered as her mother dropped her off at the mall. She had earned that money with her pussy in less than an hour. It felt really good to go shopping with money she had made doing something she loved to do anyway. And now she was going to reap the rewards of that work with some new clothes! Olivia went into her favorite store, Charlotte Russe, and perused up and down the aisles. She picked out several skirts and tops and took them to the change room. She stripped down and tried on each article. She loved new clothes, she loved the feel, the smell, she loved how it made her feel. She looked in the mirror and thought she looked really cute in them all, especially the current outfit. The skirt was a dark olive color and had lace trim along the bottom. It was really cute and flared out from her hips coming five or six inches below her crotch. It wasn't as short as the ones Steve had picked out, but it was still fairly short. It was soft, light and airy, and the elastic waist made it really comfortable, it also made her feel very grown up and sexy. She stood before the mirror and slowly hiked it up until her pussy came into view. She was trying her best to ignore her growing urges, but in public with your pussy hanging out, it's difficult to forget. Olivia paid for her purchases, which came to over two hundred dollars. She couldn't recall ever spending that kind of money on clothes before, at least not at one time. She hit a few more of her favorites like Hollister and Forever 21 before she started getting low on cash. Plus she was carrying around all these beautiful new clothes and as she departed each store, she was putting her boring old white shorts and tank top back on. Why not go put on some of the new clothes? She found the public rest room and put on the gauze skirt and an embroidered peasant top. She felt very grown up as she left the rest room. The cool breeze blowing against her pussy reminded her that one strong gust of air or one quick spin around, and the light skirt would show off her feminine charms for all to see. She walked around the mall and just watched the boys and men watching her. She had never noticed it before and she didn't know if it was her new breasts, the outfit, or the fact that she was aware of men looking at her now like never before, but she could see that their stares weren't just casual. They looked at her, scanning her head to toe. They stared at her bare legs, they stared at her chest. Some were bolder than others, and some thought wrongly that they were subtle. She had masturbated once this morning, and that was it. Most days this week she had been fucked silly by now, and her hormones reminded her of that fact incessantly. She was having a good time doing a "normal" girl thing like shopping, but she was finding out that there weren't many "normal" things she could do anymore without having to answer to her sex drive first. The men staring at her were only making matters worse, much worse. She could see it in their eyes, they wanted her, they wanted to fuck her, they wanted to hold her down and fuck her until the spurt their seeds into her. They knew she was the Queen, and they deserved to be serviced by her. She'd been thinking about it ever since she got up this morning. "How am I going to find cocks to fuck today," she'd thought. She'd been thinking that all day, and despite the façade of going shopping, she knew deep down that a part of her wanted to come here because there would be men here, men she could fuck. She needed her sex fix, and she wouldn't be able to focus on anything else until she got it. Heading back to the bathroom, she found an empty stall and entered, locking the door behind her. Her bags had barely hit the floor before she was knuckle deep in her pussy with her fingers strumming rapidly over her sex. She had been revved up for hours and needed a big release. She got it, or at least, got one, but it was like the one from this morning, just a good one. Not a great one. Was it the drugs that made her orgasms so great, or was it the sex that made it so great? She had cum over and over again at the beach house and she thought the meth hit she took in the car on the way up was long gone by then. And yet her orgasms had been huge. It had to be the sex, she needed more stimulation to get the orgasms she craved. Or she needed more drugs, or a good fucking to get that huge orgasm, or both. God, what if she needed both now to get that huge release? She didn't need the drugs to have those killer orgasms with Reed last night did she? "Shit! Yes, I did take a hit of the cream before I went outside." Her desperation for one of her big orgasms made her next decision easy. She took the lipstick tube out and removed the cap. She inserted the barrel into her pussy and twisted the base, effectively dumping the whole wad into her pussy. Removing the lipstick, she cupped her pussy sealing it off, preventing the cream from leaking out while the drugs worked their way in. Moments later she felt the rush that her body had been craving. She leaned back against the wall and let the rush spread throughout her body. It felt amazing as she started slowly massaging her folds. She snaked her free hand up under her shirt and hiked up her bra so she could tweak her nipples. The sensations were immediate as her hands went to work. A few minutes later and she had another orgasm, this one much better than the last. "Oh yes, I'm on my way..." she thought. As she came down from her orgasmic high, she thought about keeping her arousal level up and seeing what trouble that could get her into. She pulled the egg out of her purse and slipped it inside, the cream easily lubricating the passage of the smooth device. Olivia grabbed her purchases and headed for the lockers, she didn't want to be carrying all her belongings with her when her brain went on sexual-autopilot. She found the lockers over by the administration offices in a secluded hallway that ended at an exit leading out to the parking garage. She had just finished stuffing the last of the bags into her locker when the egg came to life, dropping her to her knees. "Are you okay dear?" Olivia heard from behind her as she felt a hand grasp her by the arm, steadying her. Olivia looked up and saw a kind old man staring down at her as he helped her back up. He wasn't staring at her eyes though, rather down her top as it tented forward, her magnificent cleavage on full display. Her Victoria's Secret bra was pushing her breasts up ever so slightly, enhancing her already significant bust line. She couldn't blame the old codger for looking, after all they were pretty spectacular. "No, I'm fine thank you. I just lost my balance is all," she replied. "Sure dear, just wanted to be sure you're fine," he said as he released her arm and glanced around. "Have nice day then," he said as he reached up and patted her on her bare butt cheek. His eyebrows rose as he realized he had touched her bare skin. His mind quickly determined she was either wearing a thong, or nothing at all. "Forgot something today did you dear?" "I beg your pardon?" Olivia asked as the egg sent vibrations throughout her pussy. Her attention to the old man was seriously undermined by the activity below. She had felt his touch on her butt cheek, but it seemed harmless enough and she brushed it off as just an old man copping a quick feel. "I do apologize. You can forgive and old man for being forward, but I believe you forgot to put on panties today," he said as he drank in her beauty. She was really something as he scanned her from head to toe, his eyes noticing the slender toned legs and returning to the first thing that caught his eye, her ample bosom. He saw plenty of pretty girls every day on the job as the mall's general administrator, but this girl topped them all. "Oops, must have forgot," she said as she reached for her purse looking for a quarter for the locker. "It's a shame you're going to cram all those nice purchases in that tiny locker. I'm sure they'll just end up and wrinkled and creased. If you want, you can put those in my office. It's just across the hall. They'll be safe and you can come back anytime and pick them up. Oh, sorry, I'm Fred Murphy, the building administrator," he said holding out his hand. Even in her highly aroused state, a girl still understands the value of keeping her clothes looking nice. "Yeah, sure, that sounds like a good idea. I'm Olivia," she replied shaking his hand. She immediately started pulling bag after bag out of the cramped locker. "Wow, you sure had quite a spending spree today, didn't you? That must have cost a lot of money." "A few hundred dollars. I've been saving my babysitting money up for it," she replied, lying through her teeth, and doing her best to keep focused as the egg buzzed away. Gathering up the bags, she followed the man through the doors marked Administration and followed him down the hall to a spacious office at the end. It was your typical office - beige carpet, bookshelf along one wall with pictures of the family and friends from some bullshit vacation that nobody really enjoyed, but the photo reminded him of how much fun it should have been. A couple of fake plants situated in the corners to add a little color, also to help hide a little safe over in the one corner. A big desk kept neat and tidy with a big phone with all those extension buttons on it, some certificates on the wall from some community college business program he took back in 1973, and a big leather chair in the corner. It was one of those gigantic ones that you sunk into and instantly fell asleep on. What captured her attention more than anything was the bank of monitors sitting atop the credenza behind his desk. "This is it, my humble home away from home. Feel free to put those bags over in the corner there behind the chair, it'll keep them out of the way," he said gesturing towards the big over-stuffed leather chair. Olivia had to lean over it to put the bags down, giving the old man a clear view up her skirt and a good look at her glorious ass cheeks. "Yep, definitely no panties there," he thought to himself as he stared at the junction of her awesome legs. He even got a few peeks at her pussy before she stood back up. "God I'd do anything for a shot at that pussy." "What's that?" Olivia asked pointing to a bank of flat-screen monitors behind Fred's desk. "That's the feed from all the security cameras throughout the mall, come over and check it out." Olivia stood next to Fred in his chair and leaned in to look at the bank of monitors. She could see views of every area of the mall. The camera detail was excellent and in her horny state she could peruse all the guys easily, picking out the ones that she wanted to go find. This was going to fun. What was she in the mood for? There was so much to choose from as she stood there going from monitor to monitor, picking out her prey; the egg in her pussy constantly reminding her that it was in need of attention, serious attention. A blond hunky guy there, a group of college guys there, a super muscular body-builder type there, it was endless. "This might be more fun than the beach," she thought. There were tons of guys here and this was the birds-eye view that would allow her to pick and choose where to find the ones she wanted. "This is awesome," she said as she imagined what it would be like fucking each and every guy she spied on. Her voyeuristic infatuation over the throng of men at her disposal had her mesmerized. "What is dear?" Fred asked as he leaned back and viewed the beauty from behind; her short skirt riding high up on her thighs as she leaned forward. She seemed so enthralled by the security feeds that he took a risk even bigger than when he patted her bare bottom earlier, and lifted the back of her skirt revealing her tight round ass. It was perfection; it was smooth, blemish free, not an ass pimple in sight, and obviously muscular. "She must be some kind of athlete, a swimmer or something," he thought. Sensing her skirt being lifted brought Olivia's attention back from her man-hunt. "What are you doing?" she asked as he let go of her skirt. "I'm sorry dear, I just couldn't help myself, you're just so beautiful and sexy. I'm sorry," he said again. "That's okay. I know guys have a hard time keeping their hands off me, and keeping their hands off this," she said as she turned around and lifted up her skirt revealing her lightly furred pussy. "Oh my," was all he could muster. Only in his wildest fantasies could Fred Murphy ever have dreamt such a thing like this could possibly happen. The sight before him stopped his normally perverted mind dead in its tracks. Before him stood the prettiest girl he had ever seen walk through the doors of his mall, and here she was standing before him with her skirt pulled high, showing her equally pretty pussy with its patch of golden fur. He did the only thing he could think of and reached out to touch her pussy. "Hold on now, not just yet," Olivia said as she dropped her skirt back down and stepped back just out of reach. "If you let me use your office today, I'll let you fuck me before I go home," she offered. "Use my office for what?" he asked as the full effect of her statement hit home. "Let me fuck her?" I must be dreaming he thought. "Entertainment," was all she said. "What kind of entertainment?" His imagination went wild at the possibilities. "I guess you could say I'm on a man hunt for the next few hours and I need somewhere to bring any guys I find. Deal?" she asked. As the words sunk in he thought this must be a joke of astronomical proportions. "If it is, or if it isn't, might as well push my luck and see where it goes," he thought. "How about you fuck me now instead of later?" "Sorry. I've learned a little bit about "deals" lately and I hold all the cards this way," she said as she crossed her arms, her cleavage coming into view as her breasts pushed together. They really were spectacular. "Give me a little something first. Can I at least let me see you naked so I know what I'm giving up my office for?" "I guess that's fair," she said as she pulled her peasant top over her head and unsnapped her bra. Olivia pulled the bra off and let her beautiful growing breasts spring free. Her C cups looked quite large on her small frame as they stood proud, her nipples pointing slightly upward. "Spectacular. How about some more?" No harm in pushing his luck he thought as the chances of this girl actually letting him have sex with her, even at this point seemed like a pipe dream. Girls this young and pretty just didn't offer sex to anyone, let alone a man his age. Olivia was a sucker for exhibitionism and despite her "expertise" in keeping her deal; she couldn't help showing her body off when asked to do so. She walked over to the big leather chair and plopped down, pulling one of her legs up and hooking it over the arm of the chair, revealing her pink pussy lips. She was so horny, she could use another cum anyway, and having an audience might get her closer to "the big one" she had been craving all day. She started rubbing her clit, stroking her fingers up and down her pussy lips. The egg was still going strong and providing amazing stimulation deep inside her pussy walls. "Oh yeah, he can fuck me if he wants," she thought to herself as she was getting closer and closer to her climax. Fred moved up so that he was right in front on the little hottie as she rubbed her pussy. It was breathtaking. In all the years he had spent watching the monitors looking at hot girls strut around his mall in their risqué clothing, none had been as hot as this girl, and here she was with her spectacular tits on full display and her hands buried in her succulent pussy. It was more than he could have hoped for as he pulled his zipper down and pulled out his inflating cock. Maybe she would let him fuck her after all, if not; he would spray her with his cum because this sight before him was too good to waste. Olivia hooked her other leg up and over the arm of the chair giving her unrestricted access to her pussy and also made her pussy a very inviting target for the cock she could see being stroked in front of her. It was average in size and the old codger seemed to be having some difficulty getting it fully erect. She knew he'd have no trouble once it was inside her love tube and it would feel so much better than the egg anyway. She grunted and squeezed her muscles and used her fingers to pry open her flower as the egg popped free. "Fuck me," she moaned as her fingers strumming over her clitty. Fred could not have imagined the scene unfolding in front of him. This hot girl just removed some kind of white shiny object from her pussy and told him to fuck her. He could hear the buzzing noise and realized the object was some kind of vibrator. He moved up and pushed his partially erect cock into her hole. It was like warm silk on his cock as he started his thrusting motion, hoping like hell he could get his pole to full erection before he shot his seed. He just wanted to feel the friction on his rod and with it only partially erect, it just wasn't hard enough to make this once in a lifetime experience anything less than a disappointment. Without time to take one of his Cialis pills, his E.D. issue was going to ruin this opportunity. He hadn't had a quality erection without medical assistance in years and he was getting performance anxiety. "Fuck me harder," Olivia moaned as she edged even closer to her release. If only the cock in her pussy could hit all the right spots, she'd gush her way through a huge orgasm. Fred pumped and pumped and within a dozen strokes, he could feel something happening. Apparently Olivia Hastings was more than a sufficient replacement for modern medicine as he could feel his cock get firmer and firmer. He was able to begin sliding his cock in and out of her fine pussy and was soon pounding into her like a twenty year old again. His thrusts producing groan after groan from the young girl until finally she jerked spasmodically and grunted through what could only have been a truly fantastic orgasm, and he gave it to her. His cum came within minutes of the girls' and he was happy to leave his wilting cock inside her furnace of a pussy while his member shriveled up. "That was so awesome," Olivia whispered while the endorphin rush from her orgasm left her relaxed and happy. "So much for waiting," she said. "Can I still use your office though?" "You still need more sex?" he asked incredulously. "I'm just getting warmed up. You still want another go before I leave today?" she asked. "Yeah, absolutely," he said, thinking he'd have time to pop his Cialis and really give her a good fucking when it kicked in. Olivia unhooked her widely stretched legs from the arm rests; the old man's cock slipping from her steamy hole as she dropped her legs to the floor. She leaned forward and sucked the wilting phallus into her mouth, sucking the last drop of semen from the end of his cock. She sucked it to the back of her throat and tasted her juices coated along the length of his member. She was getting in her "zone" where her lust knew no bounds. She relished her own taste as she sucked and sucked, the head was nearly deep enough to fit into her throat, but alas it seemed like it was going to need some time to recover as it was losing its length and girth all at once. "Sorry dear, but I'll need a little time to recharge the old batteries, if you know what I mean?" as he pulled his shrinking cock from her mouth. "That's okay, just make sure it's ready to go before it's time for me to leave. I wouldn't want to leave you disappointed," she said with a smirk as she released his cock from her grasp and stood up. She grabbed her skirt and pulled it up over her hips; she then found her shirt and debated whether or not she should wear her bra. She pulled the shirt over her head and looked down; the open neckline showed just a hint of cleavage. She leaned forward and the shirt bowed open and revealing her glorious bosom. The embroidery would hide her nipples, but her bouncing tits would be a dead giveaway to her lack of a brassiere. Spying a box of tissues on the desk, Olivia grabbed a handful and wiped the dripping semen from her pussy, careful not to rub the sticky goo into her pubic hair. "Where am I supposed to go all day while you're using my office?" he asked. "I don't care, you can stay and watch if you want." Olivia replied. "Really?" "I'm kidding, you'll scare the guys away if they come in here and see you." "What if I hide in the closet?" "All afternoon? That's three of four hours, won't you get a little uncomfortable in there?" she asked looking at the small closet with its louvered bi-fold doors. "I can watch you on the monitors and hide back in the closet when I see you coming. You'll never know I'm even here." "Suit yourself," she said as she walked out the door of his office and began her quest. Olivia glided smoothly down the open walkway, her tits bouncing with every step as she sought her prey. It was hard to miss her coming, if the shapely legs sticking out from under her short skirt didn't get your attention, or the beautiful face, the bouncing tits most certainly would. She made everyone's head turn, the men drooled, the women were split, half were jealous and gave her catty looks, the other half appreciated what a lucky bitch she was to be blessed with such gifts. She could feel the heat coming from her loins, her encounter with the mall manager only managed to fuel her lust even more. Why was she even here? She needed cock, mile upon mile of it. She should be at the porn shop with a line of men around the building, ready to fuck her. This was going to take too much work, but it did have an element of fun to it the porn shop wouldn't have. She could select any guy she wanted; she could pick only the hot guys, or she could be charitable and fuck ugly gross guys. It was a shopping mall alright; she could pick and choose anything she wanted. The good thing about taking all comers at a place like the porn shop is that they were there for only one thing, hard and fast sex, which was just what Olivia needed sometimes, like now. Olivia turned the next corner and literally ran into a pair of guys not much older than her. "Oops, sorry, didn't see you guys!" Olivia said. "Wow, you can run into me anytime!" one of them said. "You can run "into" me right now if you want," she replied. "Huh?" the other responded. "Follow me and you'll see what I mean," she said as she spun around and headed back to the office. The guys following behind her ogling her sexy legs and bouncing tits as they walked. "The girl moves fast," Fred said as he watched her on the monitors finding her first guys of the day. He'd barely had time to find a spot in the closet before she returned with the teenagers she had following behind her. The louvered doors would give him a pretty good view, assuming nobody got curious and opened the doors. Olivia led the two guys in through the administration door as they looked at each other with questioning glances. "Where are you taking us?" the one guy asked. "My uncle runs this place and he had to leave for a few hours. I have his office all to myself. Are you coming?" Olivia asked. "Yeah sure," the other guy said nervously. Olivia entered Fred's office and immediately pulled her shirt over her head and dropped her skirt to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her sandals. She watched the expression on the guy's faces. Obviously they'd never seen a girl their own age naked before and certainly not one as hot as Olivia Hastings. "Let's go, I don't have all day. The first one with his cock out get's my pussy, the other gets a blow job." The guys jaws both dropped open at the sight of this incredible hot girl who just stripped in a heartbeat and made them an offer you only read about in porn magazines. "This true story happened to me..." Yeah right, that stuff never happens unless of course you hang around Olivia Hastings. It was race to shed clothing as the guys fought to be the one to get into her pussy. The loser, a dark haired guy of average build with messy hair and an average endowment, was guided towards the leather chair by the Queen as she went about her duty. She pushed him back onto the chair and rested her torso on his lap, her knees resting on the floor. She crushed her big titties against her legs as she engulfed his cock in her mouth. Her nose coming to rest against his curly pubes as she took the whole length into her mouth and throat. "Oh, my God, she's deep-throating me," the guy said. The guy behind her wasn't sure what he was supposed to do as both had been virgins when they walked into the office. Olivia wiggled her ass at him invitingly, signaling him to get back there and do something. His teenage cock was hard as steel and needed no more prompting as he kneeled behind the beautiful girl and rubbed his cock up against her pussy lips. "This chick is soaked," he said as if he knew the difference between what condition an aroused vagina would or would not be in. He pushed forward hoping to find her hole and just slid around for the first few thrusts until he found his mark and entered her hot, wet passage. For a virgin, the first time you sink your cock into a wet pussy, you're rewarded with a feeling you could never have imagined before, and you'll spend a lifetime trying to regain that feeling. It was as if heaven opened up and rained down pleasure as her heat engulfed the rookie's cock. Olivia felt the guy behind her find her opening and slam home. It wasn't very big but it felt good as he picked up a rhythm and reciprocated his tool into her love nest. The guy in her mouth was moaning and groaning as she applied her ample skill in the art of cock-sucking to his slim cock. She'd have to remember to pick bigger, older guys as these guys didn't have much to offer and likely wouldn't last long. Sure enough within a few seconds she felt the cock in her mouth twitching and felt the splash against her tonsils as he spewed his seed down her throat. One thing was certain, young guys cum hard as she felt blast after blast fire down her throat. The guy in her pussy didn't last much longer as she felt his cock pulsing in her quim; his member feeding her kitty its second load of cum in under thirty minutes. "You guys want to switch places," Fred Murphy heard as he watched from inside the closet. He was in utter amazement at the way this girl operated. She hadn't wasted any time when she entered his office with the two teens in tow, stripping down buck naked in seconds and announcing the order of things. Now she was urging them to keep going and fuck her some more. Olivia put her mouth back down on the cock in front of her and worked it back up to a fully erect state before lifting her body of the guy's legs in front of her. She motioned for the other guy to come around and take his place. He reluctantly pulled his still-erect cock from the most pleasurable place he'd ever had it in, and took his place on the leather chair. The gorgeous girl in front of him immediately swallowed his cock down her throat and just as quickly realized, that a pussy wasn't the only pleasurable place he could put penis. The boys lasted a little longer the second time around, but not much more as they both came within minutes. She was able to reach under and massage her clit while the boys fucked into her mouth and pussy but sadly they were just too quick for her to get a good orgasm going. "I gotta find a guy with some stamina," she thought as she swallowed down her second cum shot in under five minutes. Olivia kicked the boys out of the office while she dressed, her hormones were going full bore as she was left thoroughly disappointed by the inadequacies of the boys she had just fucked. No wonder she never fucked guys her own age, they had no clue what they were doing and just left her more aroused and desperate than ever. Fred emerged from the closet as Olivia was wiping the cum from her pussy. His cock was in his hand and it was erect enough to tell he had been whacking off in the closet. "Girl, you are really something, how old are you anyway?" "I'm old enough to know what I'm doing and I was old enough for you to stick your cock into me. Why do you want to know?" she asked. She remembered vividly that she had a pretty good cum on his cock and wondered if he had it in him to get it up again before she back out looking for another guy. "Calm down, it's not an inquisition; I was just curious where you got your sexual appetite from. I've never seen a girl like you before," he said as he stroked his cock slowly. "I'm twelve, but I'm a little more developed and experienced than your typical twelve year old," she said as she watched his stroking motion. "You want to have another go now, or do you want to wait until later?" she asked pointing at his member. "I'd love to, but the Cialis hasn't kicked in yet and I want to make it a good one when I am ready," he said. "Don't be silly she said as she got down on her knees and pulled his hands off his cock, enveloping it in her mouth. She sucked it all the way in and stared up into his eyes as she went to work on it, as best she knew how. Within a few minutes she felt it was hard enough to give her the ride and the release she needed. She hopped up onto his desk and spread her delicious legs. "Give it a try," she said as he slid his cock home. The pill may not have kicked in fully, but enough to give him the staying power to fuck her slit for a good fifteen minutes while she alternated between tugging on her nipples and rubbing her clitty giving herself two great orgasms in the process. Fred couldn't remember the last time he had cum twice in under an hour, but this little vixen had made him do it. She could single handedly put Pfizer and all the rest of those thieving bastards selling their erection medicine out of business. The world didn't need pills for erection problems, they just needed more of her! "What is your name dear? I've cum in your pussy twice now and I still don't know your name." "Olivia," she said as she hopped down off the desk and fixed her skirt, pulling it back into position. She scanned the monitors searching for a guy she thought could rock her pussy. She felt Fred rubbing ass cheek while she was bent over searching the screens. His middle finger started sliding up and down her ass crack, going lower with each stroke. She parted her legs giving him better access to her muff, as his finger tips reached their target. She sighed as he began digging into her soft flesh. She loved it when men used her body for their pleasure; the Queen was put on this earth to be used by men. It was all too easy, she could switch from easy-going Olivia Hastings to the super-slut Queen with just a man's touch. She looked at the screens and imagined every guy she saw fucking into her sopping wet pussy. In her mind she saw every guy suddenly look up at the camera and wink at her, then turn and head towards their Queen. She envisioned the guys coming to fuck her. They were lining up outside the door. They were going to gang fuck her, man after man, cock after cock. They laid her out on the desk, her legs hanging off one edge, her head hanging off the other edge. They tied her arms down, ropes restraining her entire torso. Loops were tied around her ankles; the ropes going through hooks in the ceiling and her legs being hoisted high in the air giving her lovers access to both her holes. She felt Fred plunging several fingers into her gash while his other hand fanned at her clit; the stimulation further enhancing her fantasy. She used the fingers in her pussy to imagine the first cock piercing her pussy and sinking in deep. She felt hands on her breasts, fingers tugging on her nipples, pulling them outwards from her body; each tug sending sparks radiating outwards from her chest, the sparks travelling through her body. The fingers of course were here own, but they fueled her fantasy and her urgency to have the real thing. She watched the screens, cooing as the stimulation and her fantasy did a number of her arousal. She was going to blow big at this rate. In her mind the cocks speared into her, guy after guy, no hole was left untouched. They used her throat, her pussy and her ass and plunged in for what seemed like hours. She was cumming, non-stop it seemed at times as she was reamed repeatedly. Fred saw his new lover getting all hot and heavy and put an end to his efforts. He wanted her all jacked up and ready to go, it was his best shot at getting more tail from her. He figured if she got off on her own, she might be inclined to pack up and go home, and he really wanted her again, and again... Olivia looked up at the man and wondered why he suddenly stopped playing with her pussy. He was grinning at her mischievously, no doubt because of her obvious sexual desperation. She was only seconds away from a big orgasm when the stimulation stopped. She was confused why he would stop her like that. She was so close and then nothing. He gently pulled her by the arms upright and straightened her shirt. "Go get 'em tiger," he said as he guided to the door and out into the hallway. Olivia was in a fog, her hormones were racing through her as body screamed for attention. She knew she couldn't think straight under these circumstances. She'd been here so many times this week already. He pussy was practically pulsing with the blood flowing through her loins, so desperate for the intimate contact it craved. Her nipples were hard and poked outwards. The embroidery on the neckline would have hidden her nipples in their normally puffy condition, but these hard little points. They chaffed on the material as she walked down the hallway towards the open mall area. The friction on her nipples sending waves of pleasure through her as every step added to the sensation. The hormone pills that had already added a full cup size to her chest, were responsible for more than just an increase in size. They were super-sensitive and the slightest touch send shivers down her spine. When the little buds hardened, the tissues went on high alert and the sensation from them were overpowering They almost hurt they were so sensitive, but these days, Olivia found her body responding to all inputs, both pleasurable and painful. Sometimes she lacked the ability to differentiate them both, and each causing the same results, massive orgasms. Like the one she would have soon. Her plans of "shopping around" to find just the right guy went out the window when her body began over-riding her brain. She needed sex like an addict needed a fix. Strangely enough, that's just what sex was to her now. She was addicted to sex and needed it in the worst way. She could control it up until a certain point, and then her mind would snap and her body would take over. Olivia the tweenager would be replaced by Olivia, Queen of the Sluts. She was the full-blown Queen right now. Thoughts of her day at school last week when she wanted to sit down in front of everyone and masturbate, went through her mind. That would certainly bring the boys running if she did that! Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard the old phrase "It pays to advertise," she giggled at the thought as she bounced along in a daze. She eyed every man she saw like a lioness stalking her prey. She spotted several of the guys she remembered from the security cameras and picked one in particular. He was the body-builder guy. He was very large and wore one of those muscle shirts showing off his big arms and shoulders. He was walking towards her and only glanced at her casually. That was odd, nobody glanced at Olivia Hastings casually, they all stopped and stared. Maybe he thought he was "too cool" to ogle the junior beauty, maybe he was gay? Maybe he was too "in love" with his own body to notice anyone else's? Either way, Olivia didn't have time to dance around so she tried the direct approach. "Hey you, muscles, you got a second?" she asked as he walked close enough to hear her. "You talking to me little girl?" he asked, only for the first time noticing her ample chest. For a guy used to checking out muscles, he had to admit the kid seemed to be in pretty good shape as he spied her shapely legs. "Yeah, can you help me with something?" she asked as he finally gave her the attention she had been hoping for. She leaned in a whispered in his ear. "Are you for real? Is this some kid of joke? Because if it is, it isn't very fucking funny!" he fumed as he heard her request for sex. "Nope, no joke. Here check this out if you don't believe me," she said as she casually reached under her skirt and quickly withdrew her hand and put it up to his face. He leaned in and took a quick sniff. It smelled like pussy, that was for sure. He didn't get this kid's angle, but she was offering him sex and she was definitely underage. It couldn't be a sting operation by some cops, they could never get away with using a kid for that. He was very leery but nodded and let her lead him towards a hallway around the corner. "Where are we headed?" he asked as he checked out her bouncing tits. "My uncle's office, it's right around the corner. We'll have it all to ourselves for as long as you like," she said leading him by the hand. His giant hand engulfed hers like she was a small child. She walked down the hallway past the Administration door, her newest victim tagging close behind. She opened the door for her new beau and was truly impressed at his sheer size. She had never had a muscle-bound guy like that before and wondered if his cock would be proportional to his physique. Olivia ushered the guy towards the leather chair and watched him sink into it. She did an impromptu little striptease for the guy, which took all of thirty seconds considering all she was wearing was a skirt and top. She watched as his eyes bugged out of his head when he saw her naked body. She had seen that reaction, what, two hundred times or more? He was staring at her titis and then they moved down to her golden fleece. Olivia peaked down and noticed her pubic hair seemed to getting thicker, she might actually have to start trimming it. It was hard to believe it would start to grow in that fast, but there it was. She danced over and spun around a few times right in front on the guy. She hadn't even asked him his name, nor he, hers. He reached out a groped at her flesh as she did her little dance. He pulled her closer and she climbed up onto his lap, her naked pussy planted on his growing bulge. She squirmed around pushing down on his cock and her lap dance continued. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you've done this before," he said. It wasn't really a question, more of a comment. Either way, he was right, Olivia had spent a fair amount of time riding laps in the past week and she knew what she was doing. She allowed him to hold her by the arms while she leaned backwards, her knees straddling his large thighs, her pussy coming into view as she reclined back. She knew from experience that guys loved the view of her tits from this angle. They stood straight up and pointed to the sky. Other girls' boobs were floppy and sagged sideways when they laid back like this. Not hers, they were new, fresh, firm and perky. Her little nipples were all crinkly and pointed straight up also. She ran her hands over her tits and squeezed them together, her motion finishing with a tug on each nipple. This was the Queen at her teasing best. Olivia noticed as she releases her nipples that they were starting to lose their pink hue and take on a more womanly brownish tone. Her guy pulled her up and latched onto one of her nipples with his mouth, sucking a fair amount of breast into his mouth with it. The vigorous sucking action on her nipple, sent sparks flying immediately. She ground her pussy down onto his erection, her juices soaking the front of his shorts. The behemoth of a man could feel her wetness on his crotch and looked down. He was shocked to see the size of the wet spot on his shorts and picked her up effortlessly. "Look at the mess you made! I'm gonna have to fuck you hard for that!" he cried out, and immediately stripped his clothing off. His large cock stuck out at a forty-five degree angle, and it was proportional. Olivia was impressed by the size of the tool in front of her. It was about eight or nine inches long and much thicker than average, almost as big as DeShawn's big black cock. This was going to be fun she thoughts she drooled over the cock in front of her. Olivia stepped up and wrapped her hands around the shaft, stroking the soft skin with her gentle hands. She knelt down and licked it from the tip down to the base, her tongue returning back up the large shaft, sliding up the underside until it reached the end. She sucked the tip into her mouth and worked her tongue around the bulbous head, her hands stroking up and down its meaty girth. She worked her mouth up and down sucking more and more of the shaft in with every thrust. She felt hands on her head and suddenly the large phallus was shoved all the way to the back of her mouth, the purple head bashing up against her tonsils. She was used to deep-throating cocks but not ones this big. She did her best to swallow it down as the thrusting continued. The assault on her throat was intensifying as more and more disappeared down her throat. Her throat was burning from the abuse, the pain was reaching a high level when suddenly the cock was pulled free. Olivia felt her body picked up effortlessly and dropped onto the desk. The large man swept most of the desk's contents onto the floor, clearing the way for his intended activities. He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her ass up to the edge of the desk, her legs stock-straight, her feet on either side of his head. He lined up his cock head with her pussy and shoved hard. This meat stick plunged into her wetness with authority. Olivia felt the wind knock from her by the sudden intrusion of the thick member. She had been stretched out to this size many times before, but the suddenness of it caught her off-guard. He started thrusting away, pounding his considerable cock into her tight pussy with lightning quick thrusts. His steroid enhanced strength allowing him to toy with her body unlike many men would ever be able to do. His every push buried his tool as deeply as it would go, his cock-head bashing into her cervix repeatedly. His roid-rage enhanced persona coming through in his abuse of her sweet little pussy. Her titties shook violently with every thrust. She reached up and grabbed a breast in each hand, pinching her nipples hard, the pain/pleasure she felt in her breasts added to the overwhelming stimulation she felt from her loins. The big cock spearing into her was relentless in its bashing of her pussy walls; his shaven groin ramming into her pelvis with equal force. His entire length slamming home with every thrust was coming close to doing physical damage to her sensitive internal tissues. Her cervical opening was in danger of being ripped open by the super hard tool. Their combined grunts and groans were like two animals locked in a fight to the death. Olivia was the first to lose the fight, her orgasm washing over her with a scary intensity. It was the big one she had been hoping for all day as her body shook all over. She screamed out as her vagina spasmed around the large cock, its muscles learning new tricks as it rippled around his shaft. Her cervix spontaneously opening up and enveloping his cock head is it entered her depths. The man had never before experienced anything like what this girl had provided. His tool had just sunk deeper into her confines than any woman he had ever had before. A vice had just clamped around his cock-head as she went into convulsions. He felt the bottom of her tunnel suddenly give and suck him in deeper and he took advantage of the opportunity and slammed home harder and harder. He didn't understand what was going on and didn't care as it felt more amazing than any other pussy he had ever fucked before. He kept up the pace slamming into her as he felt his own orgasm approaching. The little thing never stopped, her convulsions continued on as her small hands clutched into her poor nipples, the little nubs turning white from the obvious force she was gripping them with. On and on her shaking went, continuing for close to a full minute before the muscles massaging his cock were too much and his spilt his seed into her silky depths. Olivia felt the overpowering force of his cock as it continuously bashed into her uterine walls. It was the exact same as when Reed had pushed his finger into her womb, the same as when the snake had freaked out wriggling up against her sensitive walls. It was a force that she could not describe other than overpowering, the orgasm that started it all was the almighty one she had been looking for. And for some inexplicable reason, his cock had popped past her opening and into her womb, the giant purple monster hitting her uterine walls like nothing she had felt yet. It sustained her orgasm, taking it a level that could only be described as massive. It took all her strength to keep from passing out from the experience. She also didn't want to pass out and miss the feeling. It was more powerful than any drug she had ever taken and was seemingly unobtainable any other way than from direct contact inside her womb. She also realized that the pulsing in her pussy could only be one thing; he was shooting his seed directly into her baby maker. Olivia knew that her rapid breast development couldn't be a coincidence since both Stacy and her sister had started taking the special drugs from her doctor, most certainly the same ones she was on. But would they also finally bring on her period that she was waiting for? Did she just get impregnated by this hulk of a man? All those questions ran through her head in a split second as she felt his cock still lodged deeply in her pussy, his cock effectively damming his sperm inside her womb. The Queen still ruled for the time being and those thoughts had little consequence on her actions as her lust still needed to be satiated, but it never quite was. She felt the man release her legs for the first time since he started fucking into her. They had been up by his head the whole time and she realized they had turned numb from their elevated position. He also pulled his semi-erect cock form her pussy and with it some globs of his cum as they spilled onto the carpet. "You are one amazing chick. You think we got time for some more?" he asked with a pleading look in his eye. He knew he had been really rough with her and was hoping her awesome orgasm would be enough to convince her that another chance was justified. Olivia had mixed emotions about this man as she took his wilting cock into her hand. He had beautiful equipment with which she could pleasure herself, but he also had a mean streak in him that was dangerous. He seemed to enjoy hurting her as he pounded her with his cock. Ultimately she took more pleasure from his abuse than he did so in the end, she won, he lost. She would take control of this man and do things her way, the Queen's way. She would take the pleasure and take his seed, but it would be on her terms. The Queen had that prominence, sometimes she could be the receptacle for men's lust, other times like now, she would dictate the order of things. "Sit down," was all she said as she pushed him backwards onto the leather chair. She may have been small in stature, but when Olivia Hastings has her mind made up, she could be very, very determined. Olivia sucked the man's flaccid flesh into her mouth and sucked it to the back of her throat. The head had a gel like substance on it that could only have come from her womb. It had no taste, but like most bodily fluids she had consumed lately, it reminded her of sex, and sex was what she seemed to always need. The flaccid organ in her mouth didn't remain that way for long as it quickly recharged back to its previous steely state. She climbed up onto his lap straddling his thickly muscled legs and grasped his manhood. She positioned her pussy over the big purple head and squatted down taking it back into her body a few inches at a time. The big man grabbed her hips and pistonned his hips upwards. "NO!" Olivia screamed. "It's my turn. We do it my way or not at all!" she yelled as she resumed her slow rhythm sliding up and down the big tool. "How do you think you're going to stop me if I don't want to do it your way?" he asked with a dumb, shit-eating grin, as he felt her begin to pick up the pace, and the urgency. Olivia reached down and began rubbing her cleft, intensifying the sensations she was getting from riding the pole lodged in her puss. "Easy, my uncle calls 911. Pinch my nipples I'm getting close," she panted, as she increased her own efforts, her vulva beginning to slam down onto his shaved groin with a hint of aggression. "What's your uncle got to do with this?" he asked as his thick fingers dug into her tender nipple flesh. He was mesmerized by the golden haired nymph riding his cock. She couldn't have been more than a buck-five, maybe a buck-ten with her flat tummy and narrow build. She had surprisingly large breasts for someone with her type of musculature. They were beautiful breasts, so full and firm as he squeezed each one forcefully in turn with pinching the small nipples. He loved watching her well muscled quads flex as she rode up and down on his stick. Her slick pussy was gliding up and down on his cock, gripping him with her rippling muscles. She was pounding his groin with as much ferocity as he would have used himself. She was going to make him cum any second now and appeared she was pretty close herself. "He's protecting me, keeping me from harm," she whispered as she felt her orgasm start to flow, radiating outwards, emanating from her groin. "Agghhhhhh," she screamed. "How?" he grunted as his he felt her pussy clamp down on his cock, his own orgasm hitting as he could feel his cock begin spurting it's seed into her steamy pussy. "He's watching, in the closet," she managed to screamed out as the full force of her orgasm ripped through her. At the same time the full extent of what she had just said must have hit the guy as he bucked his hips up in astonishment and slammed his cock upwards with amazing force. His cock head slammed into her cervix and poked its way through as her orgasmic contractions allowed the little muscle to open up. His still-spurting cock emptying its potent contents directly into her womb again. The invader immediately bashed into the walls of her uterus and caused the spontaneous physical reaction that carried her orgasm beyond all normal levels as her entire body went into convulsions. Her muscles contracted from head to toe including her legs locking up around the giant's torso, and her own hand clasping onto her clitoris. She squeezed the little nub with painful force that further enhanced the force of the feeling. In the back of her mind she could feel the cock pulsing into her womb and again momentarily thought about getting pregnant, and then it was gone again as her body's needs took over. She couldn't tell how long her sensory system was on overload, but she could feel the cock in her body begin to lose its girth and she could feel when her contracting cervix repelled the intruder and shrunk back down to normal. The girls' amazing performance distracted him for a moment before he questioned her comment about her uncle being in the closet. "Are you serious, there's someone in the closet?" he inquired as he gently lifted her off his lap and sat her down on the arm of the chair, and attempted to extract his large frame form the soft chair. "Yeah, to make sure guys don't get too rough with me. After all, he needs to protect me, I'm only twelve you know. I need to be protected from guys who like to get rough, like you. He has a camera and a cell phone handy just in case, right Uncle Fred?," she said. "Uh huh," they heard from the closet. "Holy shit!" the guy yelled as he grabbed his clothes and ran out the door buck naked, his semi-erect cock flapping as he ran. Olivia rolled back over off the armrest and into the chair laughing uncontrollably at the hilarity of the guy's reaction. They couldn't have timed that any better if they had planned it out beforehand, she thought. Olivia was having a laugh attack and couldn't stop herself as tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks, her bosom jiggling uncontrollably with each burst of laughter. "Are you okay my dear," she heard Fred ask as he emerged from the closet, cock still in hand. He was obviously very aroused from the display he had witnessed from his hideaway as his cock was pointing directly at her. "It looks like your pill has kicked in," she said, motioning to his turgid member. "Want to go again?" she asked. Fred Murphy wasn't likely to ever have another day like this one and quickly got down on his knees and pulled Olivia's butt up the edge of the soft leather chair and sunk his way into her gooey twat. He was no match for the monster cock that had just vacated her pussy just mere seconds ago, but it still felt sublime as bottomed out against her cervix. He had no idea what had just taken place with her internal organs because everything felt perfect to him as he pounded into her silky tunnel. Olivia had a new spring in her step as she headed back into the mall. She had enjoyed two killer orgasms with the muscled giant and another nice one with Fred as he dumped his third load of cum into her pussy. She actually felt somewhat satiated for the moment, something she rarely felt these days. She could now "shop" at her leisure as she strolled through the busy mall without her hormones making her jump at the first cock she could find. They were still ever-present, but temporarily taking a backseat to her "normal" thought process. She could feel the stares from the men and boys as she made her way through the crowd. What did she feel like doing now? Picking out more clothes or picking out more men? It was so hard to choose. What kinds of clothes did she want? What kinds of men did she want? She had already decided after the experience with the young guys to avoid them at all cost. She also had another problem, two actually; the drugs were almost completely worn off and she was worried about what kind of orgasms she was going to have now; and secondly, she felt the urgency building in her for more of the meth. She was going to need a fix soon. With the exception of two days last week while she was still in school, she had been high to some extent almost constantly. Olivia had made it to the food court as she felt her cell phone buzz. As she dug for it, she saw the egg, maybe if she stuck that back in she could keep her arousal level fired up and maintain her orgasm strength. She pulled out the cell phone and checked it, Stacy had finally called back! She also had eight texts, six from the church guys, they were so persistent, one from Stacy telling her to call Alfred and one from Reed asking her if she wanted another "thrill" tonight. She'd have to call those church guys and "entertain" them again soon, reward them for their patience. She wondered what Reed had in mind for tonight? She checked Stacy's messages: "Hey Liv, call me, Alfred called and wondered if we were available today, beep! Hey Liv, Alfred has a job for us, he's picking me up in half an hour, beep!" The third message from her sounded much different, her speech was slow, she sounded dreamy, "Hey girl, you're missing out on an awesome party, just me and four guys and they have some great stuff here, my body feels amazing, and the sex feels incredible with it. I'm officially off the cream, this is way better! Call me!" She was definitely going to do that. She was envious that her best friend was stoned on whatever it was she was on, and enjoying it so much. Better than the cream? So much better that she's swearing off it! "Wow, I gotta find out what she's talking about." She dialed her friend's number and got voice mail and left her an urgent message to call back. She called Alfred and got his voice mail too. Nothing left to do now but to wait for their calls. Olivia was beyond caring about discretion as she strutted along with her bare pussy only hidden by four or five inches of fabric, and her titties bouncing with every step; she was on a man-hunt for sex and what better way than to flaunt her sexuality. She was a unique combination of style and sexiness with her short skirt and embroidered top. It gave her a very sophisticated look in combination with her good looks and her overt sexiness. She was part runway model and porn star all rolled into one package. She picked a booth along one of the walls and sat down, her knees spread about a foot apart. Anyone looking in her general direction would get a perfect beaver shot. She fished the egg out of her purse and reached up under her skirt and worked it into her pussy. She saw eyes on her as she shoved the egg into place. She was confident nobody would know "exactly" what she just did, but she knew they had seen her fiddling with her pussy in the busy food court. She looked around and saw countless faces staring in her direction, her actions were obviously noticed by more people than she thought. Who would be the first to come over and proposition her. It was a game that needed playing out. Throw out the tease, see who takes the bait. Who had the balls to approach her? She left her knees spread slightly apart, those who hadn't caught her show could certainly take a peek now. That would be the game, keep your knees apart until somebody comes up and asks you for sex she thought. It made her wet just thinking about it. What if some old lady tells her she's showing off her "bits"? Would she close them up or continue showing off her pussy? The egg came to life as she was weighing the rules of her game. The suddenness of the vibrations reflexively causing her legs to snap closed. Her quick movements brought more attention from the males in the food court area. Those males who were with their better halves were trying their best not to make it obvious they were staring down the hottest piece of jailbait they had ever seen. She had to make a quick mental decision, do I actually play this game or do I just go about finding a guy somewhere around the mall? It seemed much more interesting this way. She certainly had enough potential suitors staring in her direction. Some tried their best not to stare, that was funnier to her than those who blatantly kept their eyes glued to her knees. The egg was bringing back the longing for sexual contact, the sexual gratification that had so temporarily been achieved. She didn't need the drugs to want the sex, she just needed the drugs to give her the big reward for the sex, her hormones took care of the wanting part, and she was wanting it again. The egg suddenly ramped up to full power and she nearly doubled over from its intensity. She instinctively grabbed a nipple and squeezed. She leaned over the table as best she could to hide the fact that she had her nipple clamped between her fingers as the egg drove her arousal level back up to full power. She was going to have to find a new lover soon, or else start frigging her clit right here at the table, she thought. That was it, that was the decision, she would carry out the plans for her little game. She would keep her legs open showing off her charms a little at a time until someone approached her. She slowly opened her legs up until her knees were a few inches apart and watched the faces staring in her direction. Only those close enough or in the right orientation would be able to tell she was showing anything off, and nobody moved. She waited a few minutes and nothing happened. Time to open them a little more she thought, and opened them up a few more inches; her knees now about four or five inches apart. Still not enough for most people to recognize anything was out of the ordinary. A few more necks craned around to get a better view, one or two guys changes tables to gain a better line of sight, but still nobody had the guts to approach her. She opened her knees up until they were a good ten inches apart. There could be no mistake now, she was blatantly showing off her kitty to anyone with the proper viewing angle. Several of the guys were looking around acknowledging the show being put on in front of them. "I guess they're waiting to see what I'll do next," she thought. Thinking that maybe the hem of the skirt was hanging low enough to obscure the view, she lifted it up and opened her legs even further. By now her pussy was on fire from the attention. Every pair of male eyes were focused on her pussy and if someone didn't approach her soon, she was going to masturbate right here, right now. She scanned the faces wondering which guy it was going to be, there were some hot ones, some old ones, some dorky looking gamer dudes that looked like they hadn't showered in days, or more. A group of young guys were heading in her direction with their trays of reheated crappy fast food. "Oh shit, I know those guys," she suddenly realized. She recognized the faces of the five guys from her school. They were in seventh grade, a year older, but far beneath her level in the hierarchy of school superiority. "Shit, what do I do? Give up on the game? What?" She hesitated. She could always blow them off and go find a guy to take care of her growing need, or she could actually go through with it and let them have her. "Too late they see me!" she shouted in her head. She couldn't go through with it, and closed her legs dropping her skirt back down and ending the show. Groans could be heard from the multitude of guys who had been enjoying the view. "Olivia, is that you?" asked the apparent leader of the group. They all walked up to her and stared at her. "Do you mind if we sit with you?" "Uh, well, I'm leaving in a few minutes" she replied. She didn't want to hang around with these losers when she could be out taking care of her needs; satisfying her pussy. She had options, go find someone, anyone else, besides these dorks, go back to Fred; for al old guy, he could fuck pretty good. Or hopefully the best option, Stacy or Alfred call and make her a better offer than what she has here. The guys huddled around her staring at her as they awaited her to answer "yes". From their vantage point the guys could see right down Olivia's top and they were treated to a view of the most amazing set of tits any of them had ever seen, plus they had all seen her flashing her pussy to everyone in the food court. What was up with Olivia these days, they wondered? They had all heard about her exploits on the last day of school with the tight see-through top, showing off her tits, and now they could see them first hand! On top of that, and better still, they had just caught her showing off her pussy for everyone to see! Not waiting for an answer, the boys sat down, trapping Olivia up against the booth wall. "What's going on Olivia? Why aren't you wearing any underwear or a bra?" asked the guy she thought was named Jake. "What are you talking about, I am so," she replied, doing her best to put up a good front, thinking her status at school could be used to bully these guys to back down from their questions. Knowing they had caught her in a lie, Jake grabbed onto her right breast giving it a squeeze eliciting a barely-audible moan from the school beauty queen. His hand lingered for a moment before letting go of the luscious globe. His finger tips grazing over her nipple as he pulled his hand back. Shocked that she hadn't freaked out when he grabbed her tit, he boldly reached out and grasped her boob again. She didn't stop him. He kept his hand on her tit and asked, "Doesn't feel like a bra to me. How about underwear, are you wearing any?" "Uh huh," she groaned as he toyed with her nipple. All it took was male contact and the Queen came out to play. Nice sweet Olivia Hastings disappeared into the background and the slut took over. "You're wearing underwear, huh? Let's see," he said as his friends looked on in amazement. He let go of her breast and reached up under her skirt, his fingers instantly coming in contact with her blond pubes. "Hmm, doesn't feel like it to me," as he groped further. The Queen spread her legs to give him better access to her steamy pussy. His fingers found her wet slit and sunk in, two fingers going in to the second knuckle before her upright posture prevented him from getting any further in. "Oh my God, she's soaked!" he admitted to his friends. Olivia, sensing he couldn't get his fingers in deeper, pushed her hips forward and rolled her pelvis up, giving him perfect access to her hole as he shoved his fingers into her quim over and over again. He was going to make her cum, in public, and it was going to be glorious. "What the hell is that? Something's buzzing in there!" he stated as he pulled his fingers out of dripping pussy. "Oh, that' my egg," she said nonchalantly as if a vibrating egg in the pussy of a twelve year old is a normal thing. "Let me feel," one the other guys begged. Jake complied by pulling Olivia up and over his lap and sliding her sideways into his spot. She was sandwiched between Jake and some other guy. She knew the faces, but not the names. Within seconds of her bottom hitting the seat, she felt a hand snake up her shirt and grasp her naked breast. At the same time she felt two hands reach up under her skirt and go for her muff. She shuffled down on the seat to give them better access as she felt fingers fight for entry into her pussy; they both won. The touches were crude and without any experience whatsoever, but they were male hands fondling her flesh and they were turning her on. She was being molested in public and did nothing to stop it. Her fantasy about masturbating in public was coming true, only she wasn't the one doing it, which made it ever sexier. She was their plaything and gladly accepted her role. She couldn't tell how many fingers had made their way into her pussy, but they each had at least two. She felt stuffed, and parted her legs as wide as the cramped space could provide as she fought to ease the pressure from their probing fingers. She was getting close to cumming, but neither of them had a clue how to please a girl or even knew where to find a clitoris. She reached down and hiked up her skirt so she could get at her clit, and rubbed furiously. Her whole crotch was on display as three hands manipulated the confined area. To anyone looking, it was obvious something was going on between the five boys and the lone girl; fortunately their bodies blocked most of the obscenity. Several of the men who had been watching her show, had moved closer to see what was happening and got a good look at the girl being worked over by the young guys. They effectively shielded the scene from the casual observer. "This is so cool," said one of the boys, one of the unlucky ones who was only watching and not participating. "Can I have turn next? Do you think she'd let us fuck her?" he asked. "Well, can we Olivia? Will you fuck us? All of us?" Jake asked. "Uhh, huhhhh," she moaned as her orgasm quickly approached. "Awesome, let's go," he said as he pulled his hands off of her tits and his fingers out of her sopping pussy. He pushed her and the guy on the end of the bench over so they could leave. The other guy, Tyler, reluctantly pulled his two fingers out of her as well and got up. Olivia had no choice but stop masturbating, or risk falling off the end of the bench as Jake pushed her over. She had been so close to having her first public cum. Well the sex with the bums was public too, but she really didn't count that. She had fantasized about this on two different occasions and she had been so close to achieving it. It would have been a big one and anyone could have watched her have it. She was spread open and being molested in public and had been so close! And now it was gone leaving her in a terrible state, so desperate for a cum that she was willing to fuck her schoolmates to get it. She was so horny that she would have fucked the guys right there on the table top with everyone watching. That would have been so hot! She would have cum huge for that! She stumbled along wondering where they were taking her. She had agreed to sex but hadn't bothered asking where they planned on doing it. "Where are we going?" she asked. My big brother works at Jake's Red Hots around the corner, maybe we can use their break room. Olivia was ushered down an access hallway that led to the rear entrance doors along restaurant row. She knew what was in store, she'd done it enough times by now to know that she was about to get gang-fucked by any number of guys. She didn't really have time to think of the consequences, she knew she was about to fuck guys from her school, a first for her. Up until now she had only fucked anonymous strangers (with the exception of Steve and his dad), faceless strangers who fed her their cocks. But nobody who knew her where she held court, where she was the top dog; at school she was the prettiest girl, the last girl anyone would ever dream of calling a slut. And she was about to fuck enough guys that her reputation would forever be sullied, but those thoughts could wait until later, she could think about those things after the Queen retreated. Right now, the Queen was in charge and she needed to get fucked by as many cocks as possible. Fred Murphy watched from his office as the young girl whom he'd fucked three times already, was man-handled in his food court. With his trainable camera, he zoomed in and saw her being molested by the two boys seated on either side of her. Each had a hand under her skirt and each had a hand under her shirt, presumably each holding onto one of her pert breasts. The scent of her pussy wafted up from his groin as he stroked his hard cock while watching the beauty get publicly fondled. He badly wanted to fuck her again and his chemically enhanced erection was raring to go. He watched them get up and leave the booth, wondering where they were headed. His instincts told him his office was the obvious choice if the girl had any say in the matter. He was surprised when they headed down an access hallway leading behind the restaurants. It was restricted to employees of the mall only, and was cause for concern for the building manager. Really, his only worry was if they used one of the exits and took her somewhere off-site, preventing him from getting another fuck from the young slut. He saw them pause in the hallway while they pulled her shirt up, exposing her breasts and her skirt to add to the show. He decided it was time to make a move and see what he could do about stopping them before he lost his chance to nail her pussy again. Olivia was lead through a set of doors marked "Employees Only" and marched down the hall. "Can I get a feel now?" one of the unluckier guys asked who hadn't had a chance to feel Olivia's charms yet. "Sure, why not," Jake said. Olivia felt hands push her up against the wall while several of the boys fought to be the first to get their hands on her. Her shirt was pulled up, and immediately hands went to her breasts, forcefully grabbing at her tender flesh. Young boys just had no idea what felt good to a girl. Another pair of hands lifted up her skirt and fingers once again filled her pussy. She needed the orgasm that they deprived her of in the food court. The unskilled hands did nothing other than fire up her desire as they did little to bring her closer to an orgasm. It was sexual frustration that could only be relieved by a good hard cock spearing into her pussy. At least then she could work her own clit and get the huge orgasm she needed. Her eyes were closed, her head back as the boys fondled every part of her they could get their hands on. "Why don't they just fuck me here?" she thought to herself as her desire became desperate. "Enough with the fingering already. I thought you guys wanted to fuck me," she groaned as her horniness took over. She needed to get fucked, all the aimless, pointless touching was just teasing her and finally starting to piss her off. She needed some cock in her, if not from these inexperienced idiots, then somebody who would know what to do with a horny girl. "What here? Right now? Are you serious?..." The questions flew as none of them knew what to do next. It was one thing to finally get your hands on female flesh, and entirely different thing to know what to do with it. Olivia heard a number of questions coming her way from the boys, incredulous that she would want to have sex here. That she would be such a slut. That she would be, blah, blah, blah ... They were quickly talking their way out of free and willing pussy. Their poking and prodding was adding to her annoyance. "Pansies. Fuck this I'm outta here. If you guys don't have to balls to whip it out and fuck me right here, than you don't get to period!" she shouted and yanked her top and skirt down, pulling hands off her body at the same time. Turning to walk away, her arm was grabbed and the force spun her around. Jake had her arm in his grasp and looked pissed. "You aren't walking away from us until we're done with you slut," he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect tool. "You think you're going to fuck me with that little thing! Not a chance loser." she laughed. Truth be told it wasn't that small, a pretty good size for a thirteen year old, but she'd fucked two inexperienced guys already today and wasn't in the mood for another group of them. She was used to older guys who knew how to fuck her well, and that was just what she was after. Olivia yanked her arm free and spun around to leave thinking she'd still have time to find someone else before it was time to go home. Plus she still owed Mr. Murphy another screw. The boys were still standing there in shock as Olivia Hastings beat a retreat down the hallway. Their buddy Jake was still standing there in a rage with his cock hanging out. He had them all beat for size, and she just laughed at it. There was no way any of them were about to whip theirs out now. But Jake had other ideas and ran after the sexy girl. Olivia barely heard the footsteps before she felt an enormous weight knock her to the ground. Landing of her front, she could feel somebody on her back, pinning her to the ground. The soft steely feel of a penis poked her in the legs as the boy on her shifted his weight around, lifting up her skirt up in the process. She was going to get fucked after all, but it wasn't going to be by choice. "Think you can just walk away like that? Humiliate me in front of my friends bitch. I don't fucking think so," he said as he probed around her behind with the end of his cock. It was his first time trying to find a vagina so he had no idea what to do or where to poke it as he had to focus his attention on holding the struggling girl down at the same time. He could hear some of the guys behind him as he felt her wetness but hadn't yet located the right spot to push. His cock head slipped up and down her labia but hadn't yet found purchase within her sweet pussy. "Get off of me asshole. You can't even find my pussy with that little cock," she spat out as she struggled to get up. Her struggle to get up arched her hips up at just enough of an angle for the boy's cock, as he suddenly sunk into her moist cunt. "Oh yeah, that feels nice. That feel nice to you too? You arrogant stuck up bitch. Add slut to that description now. Everyone at school will know you're a slut now," he gritted as he punched into her depths, his cock slamming into the egg still lodged in her pussy. "Does what feel nice? Oh, is that your finger in my pussy? You little dicked motherfucker. You're just a rapist, now GET OFF!" Olivia shouted as loudly as she could manage. "You heard the lady, now get off!" shouted Fred Murphy as he kicked the boy in the ribs. The startled boy looked up and shrank as he saw a security guard standing next to the man who'd kicked him in the ribs. The fear is his eyes was palpable as he realized he'd been caught raping a girl in public. He grabbed for his pants and ran the opposite way down the hall and out one of the exit doors. The exit alarm blaring as he dashed out the door. His gaggle of friends hot on his heels as the fled the building. "Are you okay Olivia? Should we call the police?" a fatherly Fred Murphy asked. "No. I'm fine," she said as she was helped to her feet, pulling her skirt back down in the process. She was sure the security guard next to Fred had seen her golden fleeced pussy as she stood up. That was fine, she wasn't a stranger to men seeing her naked pussy. The infernal egg still buzzed away deep in her pussy. Jake's cock wasn't all that long, but it was long enough to jam the egg as deep as it could go. Thank God for gravity as it slowly slid its way back down. The whole episode left her with a new understanding. As many men as she'd fucked lately, she'd refused none of them. This was the first time that she was fucked and didn't want to. The realization that she had limits to her sexual appetite was a first for her. She would willingly fuck an endless train of men, as long as she wanted it. This boy had raped her and she'd finally found her boundary. She was willing to let him fuck her and had pleaded with him to fuck her, but when she'd had enough of their games, she changed her mind. It was the first time she'd consciously decided not to fuck someone, and when it was forced on her, she snapped. "Why don't we get you back to my office and we can get you a cool drink to settle your nerves, and then call you a cab home," Fred said, offering his arm for her to hold onto. "I'll be fine, thanks," she replied as she let the two men lead her away from the access hallway and out into the food court where all this began. ------- Chapter 14 The walk back to the mall offices was made uncomfortable by the constantly buzzing egg. Olivia was still pissed about the events in the hallway — "amateurs," she thought. Their inexperienced fondling in the food court had only fired up her horniness due to the public nature of it. The fact that anyone walking by would have seen her exposed sex and two boys hand's jamming away into her privates, was what had turned her on. She so badly wanted to have everyone watch her public display of perversion and sluttiness. It wasn't the first time she'd had this fantasy and she certainly had not yet achieved this. Her youtube video and the gangbang on the beach brought her back to the thoughts that followed, about how hot she would look doing a porn movie. Knowing that countless men would watch her getting fucked over and over again, had her entering into yet another fit of sexual desperation. She needed the cum that she was denied just moments ago. In a way she was relieved that she hadn't fucked her schoolmates and that the whole event ended in her being raped in front of witnesses. That would serve to protect her reputation at school and although they all saw her willingness to be publicly molested, and she had admitted to wanting to have sex the whole group of them, nothing close to that ever occurred and so she hoped she had escaped with some shred of dignity. Still, her fantasy about masturbating and orgasming in public had been so close to a reality, that she gladly would have agreed to any act they could have dreamt up for her to do; so desperate was she to cum. Had they recognized that she just needed to get fucked, she would have let them fuck her right there in the hallway. But no, they just pinched her nipples and clumsily fumbled around in her vagina, getting her more and more frustrated with every passing second, and pissing her off. "Boys were stupid that way," she concluded. "I'm only going to fuck men from now on." That desperation was returning again as she walked along on unsteady legs, the egg buzzing away, doing its job of creating stimulation inside her pussy walls. She owed Fred another fuck and this security guard was who was helping her along, he was going to get it too, whether he knew it or not. Unlocking his office door, Fred Murphy guided the young girl inside and held the door open for his security guard Ron, as he escorted Olivia through. Fred went to his little fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and said, "Here you go dear." As he turned around to hand her the bottle, there stood Olivia in all her topless glory. In front of him, the beautiful blond had already stripped off her shirt and had her skirt hiked up with her fingers digging deeply into her pussy. He watched in fascination as she pulled something white and egg-shaped out of her pussy. It was buzzing audibly and stopped soon thereafter. She casually pulled her skirt down her shapely legs and dropped it on the floor leaving her naked aside from her sandals which she casually kicked off. Ron the security guard, stood there with his mouth hanging open, shocked at this girl's boldness. They had just rescued the girl from being raped and here she was stripping off her clothes in front of perfect strangers like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Her body was to-die-for he thought as he scanned her from head to toe. She had the body that only fitness and the metabolism of youth can provide. He watched as she sat down on the leather chair that he himself had sat in on numerous occasions, and spread her beautiful legs and stated, "I have got to cum so badly that if one of you guys don't get over here and fuck me right now, I'm going to die." Fred had been hard for the last hour waiting for his turn to fuck the girl for a third time. He was on her in a flash and sunk his chemically enhanced erection into her steamy muff and started pumping into her with a forceful rhythm. "Fred, what are you doing?" Ron asked incredulously. "She's obviously traumatized and doesn't know what she's doing, stop that right now." "Shut up Ron, do you think this is the first time I've fucked her today? She's the hottest little slut I've ever met and this is my third time in her sweet little pussy already. If you shut your mouth, I'm sure you'll be next," he said as he pumped away into her quim. Her luscious tits swaying in time with his every thrust. Olivia loved being called a slut and it just fired her up more as she reached for her slit and stroked the little nub like crazy. "Yeah, that's what I needed, someone who knows how to fuck a pussy," she thought. She felt it coming fast and went into her characteristic whole-body spasm as the ferocity of her orgasm rippled through her. "Holy shit, look at her go!" Ron said from his ring-side seat. Olivia was just finishing up her fuck with Ron when her cell phone rang. Climbing off Ron's deflating cock, she scooted over to her purse and grabbed her phone. "Hiya Stace! I've been waiting for you to call me back. So what's up?" "Hi Liv, Alfred's here with me, he says he wants to talk to you, you got a sec?" "Yeah, sure." "Hey darlin', you got time to do me a favor?" "Ya sure, what do you need?" "I got someone I need to you to keep company for me. Where you at?" "The mall over off Riverside" "Cool, I'll send DeShawn over to pick you up. Oh, and Stacy said you might need a little pick-me-up so he'll have a little surprise for you." "Alfred, can I ask a favor? I bought a bunch of stuff today and have a whole pile of bags with me, can DeShawn drop me off at home after?" "I'm sure he won't mind ridin' your sweet ass home," he said laughing. "I'll have him call you when he gets there." Olivia did her best to wipe the remaining cum dripping from her pussy and grabbed her clothes. Snapping her bra in place over her large breasts, she threw on her new outfit that she had been wearing around the mall this afternoon, and pulled up her skirt over her naked pussy. Whatever Alfred had planned for her was likely going to involve a cock going into her pussy so her lack of underwear wasn't likely going to be a problem. She thanked Fred for his assistance and promised she'd be back and even left him her phone number, gathered her purchases and headed for the main exit. The cool breeze felt great on her overheated pussy as she strode towards the exit. It had been a successful afternoon, she'd bought some awesome new clothes, had a bunch of excellent orgasms and a few "okay" ones, added five new "cocks" to her stable of fucks, well, six if you include Jake's little rape episode. Now she was going to get her second most important "fix", something special from Alfred. She was starting to worry a little about her growing need for the drugs, her body craved it like it did sex, and one felt so good with the other. Her whole life these days revolved around getting one type of "fix" after another. She was starting to think she'd have a hard time living without either of her growing addictions. The cream had felt so good when she and Stacy had started using it; would they have continued using it if they had known it had illegal and addictive drugs in it she wondered? Olivia wasn't certain, but that road lay behind her and the road in front of her seemed intertwined with her two current addictions, sex and drugs. A laugh escaped her lips as a thought occurred to her, "I guess all that's missing is the rock and roll!" Her amusing moment was interrupted by her cell phone ringing, looking down she saw it was Reed. "Hi Reed, whatcha doing?" "I was calling to see if you had plans tonight that included me?" he asked. "Yeah, I have plans with Stacy right now but when we're done, I'll call you or come over to your place," she answered. "Sounds good babe, see you then, bye." A honking horn startled her, Olivia looked up to see DeShawn's smiling face through the windshield of a big silver Escalade as he pulled up to the curb in front of her. Hopping into the leather passenger seat, she saw the big man reached over to give her a big hug. "Freddie's got something for you, and so do I," he grinned as he grabbed onto his meat stick. Olivia knew very well what he was packing under his pants and knew how much it stretched her pussy out the last time he stuck it in her. Whatever the evening's plans were, she was hoping it involved that giant tool getting jammed into her pussy again. "Here take a drag on this," he said as he lit up a joint and passed it over to her. "Is this what Alfred promised me to make me feel good," she asked. "Nope, saving that for when we get to the hotel, this is just the warm up." By the time they arrived at the hotel, Olivia felt like she was already pretty stoned. They had finished off one whole joint and part of a second by the time the big SUV lurched to a halt. "Here's the treat Alfred send for you," DeShawn said as he broke out a little bag of white powder. He tapped out two lines of the white stuff and handed her a small glass tube. "Snort it up baby, this is going to take you to the promised land." "What is it?" she asked as her pot-clouded mind focused on the "No questions, one line up each nostril, do it now," he ordered. Olivia complied as she put the tube to her nose and sniffed up the white powder. "Do the other one right now!" He switched the tube to her other nostril as she repeated the exercise and sniffed the whole lot up her nose. The first thing she felt was the sting through her sinuses followed by the intense rush as the cocaine quickly absorbed into her thin tissues. The crystal meth felt great, but nothing compared to this stuff. She was high as a kite as DeShawn led her down the hotel hallway stopping front of the room number he had been given. The door was answered by three gentlemen who looked to be in their forties or early fifties. Everything was a blur after that. Her clothes were off so fast she didn't know if she had undressed herself or if the guys had done it for her. She was on the bed and someone was fucking her pussy and another guy had his cock at her mouth. She was energized and everything felt perfect again. Stoned-sex, high-sex, whatever you wanted to call it, that's what she had been craving ever since the cream wore off at the mall today. Everything they did to her just fueled her desire for more. The drugs brought out the Queen in full force and she encouraged their every desires. Cocks were in her pussy, in her ass and in her mouth, several times all at once. It seemed to go on for hours, although pot always had a way of making her mind seem like time was standing still. The orgasms were magnificent; they were always so much better when she was stoned. Looking down in a brief moment of clarity, Olivia recognized the lustful look on the man's face that so many men had given her since she had become the proclaimed Queen of the Sluts, and it renewed her efforts as she thrust her pussy down onto the man's cock with renewed vigor. Someone was pinching her nipples and it shot sparks outward throughout her body. Something hard was being shoved into her ass as she rode the cock. Looking back, one of the guys was pushing the neck of a beer bottle into her ass. It made her feel raunchy, and dirty, and she loved it. It gave her an inspiration for a show she could put on for them as she felt the cock in her pussy begin pulsing. Climbing off the cock in her pussy, she grabbed the bottle out of the hands of the guy who had been feeding it up her ass and pulled it out. Immediately she inserted it up into her vagina and shoved it as far in as it would go, right up against her cervix. The fat part of the bottle was seated an inch or two into her pussy and it stretched her more than any of the cocks they were sporting. She heard them begin to chant, "More, more, more,..." She tried pushing harder and felt the bottle slide in a little further followed by the intense pressure she felt every time Reed played with her cervical opening. There was no pain, certainly not with all the drugs she felt coursing through her system as she pushed harder on the bottle and felt it slip in a little ways more. The feeling coming from her loins was reaching the point at which she thought she might pass out. "Rub my clit," she whispered as she tried forcing more of the bottle into her uterus. Five or six strokes from one of the guys was all it took as Olivia was wracked with one of her crazy full-body uterine orgasms that sent her into convulsions that continued even after she had passed out from it; the bottle still deeply seated in her pussy and uterus. When she came to and looked down, there was only about an inch of the fat part of the bottle protruding from her pussy, the intense pressure still present as the bottle was still lodged in her womb. It was a weird sensation that passed through her as she gently pulled the bottle out. He pussy lips hung slackly for a few seconds as her womanhood closed up from the extracted bottle. "That was unbelievable," one of the guys said as the three of them sat there watching Olivia recover from her fiercest orgasm of the day. "Can you do it again, only this time with a full bottle?" he asked. "I can try," Olivia replied as she was handed a sweaty bottle of beer. "Hold on, shake it up first and then stick it in," one of the other guys requested. Somewhat confused on how she was supposed to comply, the guy offered to do it for her, and so she just laid back and relaxed as she still felt the afterglow of her tremendous orgasm. Her curiosity got the better of her and she watched as the guy plugged the end of the fresh bottle with his thumb and began shaking it vigorously. The foamy beverage was leaking around his thumb, the pressure trying to expel the fleshy stopper. Somehow the guy managed to get the tip of the bottle including his thumb in her pussy before he pulled his thumb off and shoved the bottle hard into her muff. The wet bottle slid easily up to the flared neck before encountering the resistance provided by her elastic tissues. He continued pushing as the fat part of the bottle entered and the opening slammed into her cervix. It took a second to register before she could feel the coldness. It was one of those sensations where it took a second for her mind to figure out of it was hot or cold, and then just as quickly, the coldness chilled right through her, down to the bone. Olivia had never had anything cold put into her body like this before; it was like jumping into really cold water, only this was from the inside out. The foamy beer erupted out of her pussy despite the bottle damming up much the pressurized contents. The expanding foam with nowhere else to go, shot up into her womb and stunned her again as the pressure was instantly followed by pain and then everything went back again. Olivia returned to consciousness with a familiar warm sensation emanating from her loins. Looking down she could see a sheaf of dark hair parked between her legs as one of the guys appeared to be drinking the beer straight from her pussy. He had his mouth locked around her vaginal opening and the sucking sensation she felt was new, and very odd. "Anybody else want to drink the tastiest beer you'll ever have?" he asked as he got up from between her legs. "I'm next," one of the other guys stated. "Could you please not shake it up this time, that really hurt," Olivia replied. "Sure thing," he replied as he cracked open another beer. The guys really liked "shot-gunning" beer from her pussy as they each pounded back a couple of beers apiece before they got the idea that maybe they could foam-shot a beer up her ass, just for fun. Olivia felt like their plaything, it was sexy and dirty and she relished the attention. The beer enema felt intensely cold but refreshing after the pounding they gave her ass. None of the guys had the guts to drink the shit-tinged beer as she waddled over the bathroom and let it go into the toilet. With their allotted time winding down, Olivia deep throated the three guys to one final orgasm each before she jumped into the shower to clean their spunk and the stinky beer from her body. They had been remarkably gentle on her body considering the number of times each man had fucked her. As she soaped her nubile body, there were no welts or bruises or anything marring her skin's perfect complexion. Returning from the bathroom wrapped in just a towel, Olivia was surprised to see DeShawn waiting for her. "Hi DeShawn, I didn't hear you come in, are you taking me home now?" she asked, the drugs she had consumed were starting to wear off and she was becoming fully cognizant for the first time since... , well whenever she had smoked that pot and snorted the white powder. She'd lost track of time and had no idea how long she'd been fucking those guys, the pot altering her sense of time, the white stuff altering the rest of her world. In the back of her mind she knew it was cocaine, and with everything she had subjected both her mind and body to in the last week, she somehow couldn't wrap her twelve year old brain around the fact and admit that she was using hard addictive drugs, and so went down a path of denial. "Not quite yet baby-doll, you got a couple more guys to fuck. Then I be taking you home and giving you a dose of this here black meat," he said patting his large cock like you would pat your dog's head for being a good boy. "You want some more of the good stuff?" he asked pulling the little baggy of white powder out. There was no way she was going to be able to say no, not after experiencing the amazing high it gave her. No wonder Stacy said it was so good she was willing to give up the cream completely; it was everything she said it would be, and more. She nodded in agreement and stepped forward as he spilled a little on the table and pulled out the tube. Olivia hungrily snorted it down and felt the rush quickly consume her body. "How about a little more," he asked as he pulled out his mostly erect cock and sprickled a little along its mighty length. Olivia snorted that down to, but noticed some of the white powder had clung to his skin. Dropping the tube on the table, Olivia sucked the monster into her mouth and felt the acrid sting of the white powder as she tasted it on her tongue. The rush of the additional coke went straight to her head and she drifted off into her dreamy world again, the world where carnal pleasure ruled and rational thoughts were cast aside. Olivia ravaged the black cock like it was meal, trying to suck it down into her throat with every bit of effort her dreamy state would allow. Her dilated pupils stared up on the man as she sucked his cock with every bit of skill she had gleaned over the past week. "Please fuck me now," she begged. "Sorry girl, a BJ will have to do for now, you got paying customers coming and you're all cleaned up. Don't worry girl, I'm gonna hit that pussy like you've never felt before after you're done here," he said as he felt his cum churning in his balls, ready to rocket into her mouth. Olivia's efforts were rewarded momentarily as she felt the big cock pulse a split second before the first jet hit the back of her throat. Shoving her mouth forward as hard as she could, the big black head hit the back of her throat as the jets of cum continued firing straight down her throat. Not wasting a drop, she held the big phallus in her throat until the jerking member remained still. She sucked the entire length back out, careful not to let any remaining cum dribble out and be lost. "Girl, you are the only one who's ever deep-throated me before. You're a fucking champ. Now go wash your mouth out, nobody wants to fuck a girl with cum breath." Olivia had three guys back to back, come in the room, fuck her silly and then leave her with a snatch full of cum. The first two must of have been on the clock and in a hurry to get home to the wife as they came in fucked into her pussy in a big hurry, and then left just as quickly. The last guy was a big heavy guy with a tool to match. At least he took his time, rocking his cock into her at a nice slow pace, grinding his pelvis up against hers, her clitty getting crushed with each stroke. Olivia was on the bottom the whole time and loved it, her whole body pressed down by his manliness as he pushed his generous cock into her silken depths. The tip of his cock pushing at her cervical opening with every thrust. The little mouth nipping at his bulbous head each time the time came in contact with each other. He wasn't long enough to get in, but he was thick enough to remind her that this was no boy-cock he was plumbing her depths with. Olivia came on his cock as he was chewing on one of her sensitive nipples, the effects of the coke and the stimulation provided her with her umpteenth orgasm of the day. "What a day this has been," she thought as she remained squashed under his bulky weight, his cock shriveling inside her vaginal canal, his semen dripping through her open cervix into her womb. Olivia lay there as the man dressed and thanked her. He threw her a hundred dollar bill as a tip and left the room. "That's the coolest thing ever, getting paid to do what I love," she said aloud as she dropped the bill into her purse and headed for the shower. As before, DeShawn was waiting for her when she returned to the room wearing a towel. "Now, can I have that big monster you keep teasing me with?" she asked, as she did her best to do a sexy little impromptu dance and dropping the towel. "Let's settle up first then go someplace more intimate," he suggested as he started laying out bills on the table. Your share for the evening's activities was $600, less a hundy for the coke, leaving you with five hundred. If you want a bag of coke to take home, I'll leave you with three hundred and we call it even, sound good?" he asked as he dug a baggy of powder out of his pocket. "Uh, okay, that sounds good," Olivia replied as she started fastening her bra back on. "I've had the bra for what three days, maybe four?" she wondered. It was all she could do to wedge her ever-growing boobs into the restraining material. She pulled up her skirt and threw on her sandals and said, "Let's go then." DeShawn drove straight to Olivia's house without stopping. "I thought you said we were going someplace intimate?" she asked. "This is about as intimate as it gets. I'm gonna fuck you in your own bed. I'm gonna make you squeal like the little girl that you are," he chuckled as he climbed out of the driver's side door and went around the grab all her stuff from in back. Next door, Reed Johnson saw the Caddy SUV pull in the driveway and Olivia get out along with the big black guy driving. They carried a number of shopping bags in the house and then closed the door. He admired they way she moved in the short skirt she was wearing, the ruffled material flaring out nicely to show off her developing hips and her sexy legs. The top she had on looked new and accented her natural curves. He cracked a beer and waited for the guy to leave so he could go over and fuck that sweet pussy. He'd been thinking about fucking the little beauty all day long and couldn't wait to get into her puss again. Inside, DeShawn helped Olivia put her bags of clothes into her closet. She stashed a bunch of it into the big cardboard box she had shoved in the back. "Why you shoving all that new stuff in there?" he asked. "I'm hiding it from my mom along with the other stuff I don't want her to know about. I don't want her knowing how much I bought, she'll wonder where all the money came from." "From whoring that's where. What else you got in there? Bring it out, I wanna see." Reluctantly Olivia pulled out the box with all her slut clothes in it along with all the toys and accoutrements from the porn shop. "Damn girl, look at all this stuff. I never would have dreamed you'd be this freaky. You gonna use all this stuff?" "I dunno, I guess so. I haven't tried it all yet, but I want to someday." "You gonna use this too someday," he asked, holding up the gold chain with the bars through the ends. "I haven't figured out what that's for yet," she said, lying through her teeth. She knew exactly what it was for, she just didn't have the guts to get her body pierced yet, and these were designed to go through pierced nipples. "Let's play with this stuff later. Right now, I want to party with you girl," he said, pulling his shirt off over his head. Olivia pulled her top off in turn and then released the hook on her bra-strap, her big boobs popping out from the tight material. "Damn, those would look fine with a little bling in'em," he said. "Some other time, some other time." DeShawn stripped down as did Olivia and they embraced like lovers, the two kissing passionately. His cock stirring to life as the beautiful blonde rubbed her large orbs up against his chest. "Girl, I got an idea. Where's that cream of yours at? I want you to rub it all over my dick before I stick it in, I want that meth high you keep going on about." Olivia scooted over and grabbed her jar and liberally rubbed it all over his big black pole before rubbing a think wad into her own genitalia. Laying her back on her own bed, DeShawn eased his big tool into her tight crevice. This being the twelfth cock to enter her pussy today, it was by far the biggest and stretched her as much as the beer bottle had. They felt the meth begin the take its effect as they began fucking like they were starved for it. They fucked like wild animals and every time it felt like the cream had absorbed in, they both slathered more on and in. They were both thoroughly stoned, Olivia more so because of her low body weight in comparison to DeShawn, a professional bouncer. Olivia remembered at one point snorting more coke off DeShawn's erect tool, and then again as the world around her clouded over. She was loving the massive stretch his big cock gave her, and the spectacular orgasms it provided, and then she drifted off and everything went black. Olivia opened her eyes wondering what she was hearing. It was her mother putting dishes in the dishwasher. The plates were clanging together and making enough noise that it brought her out of her deep sleep. Looking down she was in her own bed, thankfully no DeShawn in sight, and her room looked like it usually did, well except for the little baggy of cocaine left sitting on her bedside table. "Oh shit," Olivia said under her breath as she struggled to roll over and right herself. A shooting pain ripped through her crotch as she brought her legs up, a similar pain erupted from her chest as she scraped her naked breasts along the bed sheets in her attempt to get up. Looking down Olivia was shocked to see the gold chain with the solid bars pierced through each of her nipples. Well that explained the excruciating pain coming from her chest; she was afraid to look down for fear of what had been done to her crotch. Breathing a sigh of relief, Olivia saw just a thin gold ring going through the tissue covering her clitoris. Gingerly pulling the tissue up, she checked to make sure the ring wasn't actually pierced through her tender little bud. She could barely touch the little ring without yelping pain. It was like a nightmare she still needed to wake up from. "I can't believe DeShawn would pierce me like this when I was passed out," she thought recalling his comments about playing with the piercing gun. "I must have been pretty messed for this not to have woken me up," she said aloud. Realizing that she needed to get both her new piercings and the coke hidden quickly, Olivia willed herself to get up and out of bed. The heavy chain linking her nipples swung wildly as she stood up, the pain from the motion shooting outwards in all directions. She kept her body moving as she grabbed the baggy and found an old sweater hanging in her closet in which she could pocket the drugs. Grabbing her bathrobe, Olivia sat down on the edge of her bed as carefully as possible so as not to disturb the little ring through her pussy. Inspecting her nipples more closely, Olivia noted that they were erect, red, and swollen to about twice their normal size. She hefted the large breast up so she could look at the device attached to her nipple. The gold bar going through her tender nipple was attached at both ends to a gold U-shaped loop, the loop was attached to the chain by a small circular gold bead with a hole through the middle, through which the loop slid. The foot long chain was attached to the bead by a small delicate swivel. Hoping she could somehow detach the bar and pull the contraption off her violated nipple, Olivia looked closely at the bar and could see a very small slot at the end of the bar. Remembering the threaded end on the bar when she examined it the last time, she surmised the threaded end was screwed into the far end of the U-shaped housing. Some type of miniature tool had been used to screw the bar into the end of the receiver. "But who the hell had done this?" she wondered. "DeShawn seemed just as fucked up as I was," she said to herself. "Did he do this after I passed out? When did he leave for that matter? It had to be before mom got home or would've heard about by now!" she thought. A knock on her bedroom door brought Olivia out of her thought. "Are you up yet honey or are you going to sleep the whole morning away?" her mother asked. "I'm up mom, I was just throwing on my bathrobe. I'll be right out." "I made bacon and scrambled eggs, you can heat it up if you want some." "Thanks mom," Olivia replied as she pulled the bathrobe across her chest, cringing as the terry-cloth scraped across her already sensitive nipples made more so by her late-night mysterious alteration. Olivia joined her mother in the kitchen, being careful to move slowly so she didn't jiggle her breasts, as she sat down for some breakfast. She carefully positioned her legs and behind on the chair so that her thighs wouldn't rub up against the ring through her clit hood. It wasn't very lady-like, but it did the job, too bad it wasn't that easy keeping her breasts protected. They were so big now that wearing any kind of clothing was going to be problematic until she could figure out how to get rid of the nipple rings. "I was thinking about doing some shopping this morning. Want to join me?" her mother asked. "I was thinking of hanging out here today mom. Stacy was going to come over for a swim. Is that okay if I skip the shopping?" "I suppose I could let you off the hook this time," she giggled. "You girls probably don't want to be seen with your old mom anyway." "Mom, you know that's not true, and you're not old. I saw how those college guys were checking you out the other day." "Olivia, that's not a very appropriate thing to say!" she said in a half-mocking expression. "Were they really?" she asked with a laugh. "Sure they thought you were hot mom, that's why eighteen of them fucked your pussy when you were passed out!" she said to herself. "Sure mom. I saw them checking out your boobs!" "Olivia! Honestly, I can't believe some of things that come out of your mouth!" "I can't believe some of the things that cum IN my mouth either!" she added to the running commentary in her head. "Oh mom, I'm just telling you what I saw them looking at." "Well, while you're cleaning up your breakfast dishes, maybe you should clean up your mouth too young lady," Lauren said as she watched her daughter slowly get up from the table, the muscles in her face were taught like she was in some kind of pain. "You okay honey? I thought I saw a look on your face." "Uh, I'm okay mom." "Did your rash come back?" "My rash? Oh, yeah, I forgot to take my pill last night, maybe that's it!" "Well make sure you take them, the vitamin isn't all that important since you eat a pretty healthy diet, but make sure you take all those anti-inflammatory pills. In fact, I've never heard of a two week regimen of anti-inflammatories, why don't you double them up and get them over with in a couple of days. Really knock that rash down for good." "Are you sure mom?" "Honey, who's the nurse here, you or me? I oversee the meds of a hundred of our residents and these kinds of meds are pretty harmless. I'm sure it will be okay." "Okay, if you say so, but how many should I take right now since I missed last night's pill?" "Four now, two tonight, then two each time until they're all gone which should only be a few more days I would imagine." Unbeknownst to the Hastings girls, Dr. Sanders had given Olivia more than a two week supply with the hopes she wouldn't notice and keep on taking the hormones. "Can I take an aspirin too? It's was kinda sore sitting down because of the, you know... , the rash." "Sure honey, I'll grab you some Tylenol, that'll be more effective," Lauren said as she got up and rummaged through one of the kitchen cabinets. With four hormone pills and two Tylenols downed, and one "vitamin (aka birth control pill)" omitted, Olivia headed back to her room to see if she could find a way to rid herself of the metal contraptions inserted through her sensitive tissues. Grabbing her cell phone on her way to her room, Olivia noticed she had several texts: our course the first two were from the church guys, then Stacy, Reed, and Alfred. Feeling guilty she texted back both the church guys and promised them a date really soon. Stacy's text was simple, I'm coming over at ten. Checking the clock, it was almost ten now. Reed's text was short and sweet: "I saved your ass last night, I kicked the nigger out before your mom got home and I gave you a little something to remember me by, how do you like the new bling?" "Reed was the one who gave me these piercings!" she said aloud. She was shocked that the man who claimed to have feelings for her would do something this horrible to her. Maybe horrible wasn't the right way to express her feelings about her current condition. They looked hot, but they were so painful. That would obviously go away soon, but right now it hurt a lot! "Saved her ass? Kicked out DeShawn? He must have passed out too. Thank God Reed had come over before mom got home," she thought. Her mind was racing: what would her mother have done? What would she have thought finding a gigantic black man naked in her twelve year old daughter's bed? Whether or not the piercings were punishment or reward, it was a small consequence to pay for the favor he did by getting DeShawn out before her mom got home. With her mind still trying to deal with the revelations of Reed's message, she absently glossed over Alfred's text: "Hey kid, I heard you did good. How do you like the new "stuff"? Lots more where that came from if you want more work. A". She replied to his text and said: "Love the new "stuff", ready whenever you need me." His reply coincided with the ringing of the doorbell: "Good, I'll tell you what time and when we'll pick you up." "Olivia, Stacy's here," her mother shouted. A few seconds later her bedroom door opened and her friend Stacy walked in. "Hi Liv, whatcha doing? Boy did you miss out yesterday." "Really? I had an interesting day myself and an even more interesting night." "Oohh, sounds juicy, you go first then." "Okay, well I went shopping and bought all these awesome clothes with the money Reed gave me and then I walked around and picked up random guys and banged them in the manager's office. Then DeShawn picked me up and I banged a couple of guys in a hotel room before he came back here and banged me and then I passed out," Olivia said. "That doesn't sound as juicy as I was expecting, at least not in comparison to my day," Stacy said excitedly. "And what money Reed gave you?" "Really? Not that exciting? Well, what did you do that was so exciting? Oh, and Reed paid me a thousand dollars to fuck this old man in a hotel room." "Holy shit, a thousand bucks for one fuck? Okay, maybe yours is pretty juicy too. Anyways, Alfred took me to this really fancy condo to meet his suppliers. They have this penthouse downtown that is bigger than my parent's house! They had lunch catered from some fancy restaurant with all kinds of awesome stuff to eat. We drank this really expensive champagne and had a blast. The big boss was meeting with Alfred in private while the three guys he had with him hung out with me. We relaxed in the sun, swam in his private pool. He has a pool on the top floor all to himself! Of course that's when the guy broke out the good stuff. They showed me how to snort it and it was awesome! By that time I was running around naked, teasing the guys like I always do." "I suppose that's when you fucked them all." "Nope, I tried my best but they said they weren't allowed until after the boss had fucked me first. I even jerked off in front of them trying to entice them but they wouldn't go for it. You should try jerking off when you're high on this stuff, it's amazing! Anyways, the guys wouldn't even let me blow them! Can you imagine that, a guy turning down a blow job!" "Keep your voice down, my mother will hear you," Olivia said as she shifted on her bed, trying to get as comfortable as her punctured appendages would allow. "She's gone. She said goodbye and said something about going shopping," Stacy said. "Oh, well in that case, I gotta lose this robe, it's killing my nipples," Olivia said as she threw the robe off her shoulders allowing the garment to fall down her back, exposing her nakedness. "Holy shit! When did you get your nipples pierced?" "Apparently last night, but I was passed out and don't remember any of it. It fucking hurts and it's not just my nipples that got pierced," she said pointing down at her pussy. "That's so fucking hot. Did you use your piercing gun? You gotta do me too!" "Are you crazy, it hurts, and I don't know I was passd out." "I don't care, I got enough pain killer for both of us," Stacy said lifting out a baggy of white powder much more substantial than her own. "Wow, where did you get that!" "Well, I was about to tell you about the rest of my evening when you whipped out your tits with all the gold hanging from them. Your tits are bigger by the way, they must still be growing again." "Really? You can tell just by looking at them?" "Trust me, I'm a boob expert now that I have my own," Stacy said as she lifted up her shirt showing off her new 34B bra, and then hiking up the bra to show off her boobs. "See, I have B-cups now, awesome huh?" "Nice tits Stace. B-cup already huh? That's awesome. I had a hard time getting into my new C-cup bra yesterday; I wonder if I'm ready for a D-cup? That's only one size smaller than my mom, and she's huge." "You look like you're catching up to her. Anyways, back to my story. Me and the three guys hung out all afternoon and when it started getting close to dinner time, they had some woman bring in a dress for me, she even altered it right there on the spot. She even did my hair and makeup! 'Wow, these guys sound rich if they went to all that trouble." "They're drug dealers, of course they're rich. Back to my strory, then we all went to this fancy restaurant and the boss, Senor Castillo ordered for me. It must be a guy thing, anyway, I was still high and I whispered in his ear and asked him if he wanted a blow job and he said he'd take me up on my offer later." "And did he?" "Oh yeah, he fucked me for over an hour before finally blowing his load in me, then he turned me over to the guys and they fucked me for like three hours. Then the boss fucked me again, only he wanted my ass this time. I lost track of how many hits of blow I had but I was stoned pretty much all night long." "It sounds like you had a good time," Olivia said as she lounged back on her bed, letting the chain lay on her tits instead of hanging down, taking the pressure off her tender nipples. Stacy leaned in and took a good look at the ring going through her clit hood. "So you are going to pierce me now?" "I don't even know how to do it." "It's not hard, don't you remember getting your ears pierced?" "Well yeah." "Try it," Stacy said climbing off the bed and heading towards the closet. Rummaging around inside the box, Stacy pulled out the device and threw it on the bed. Digging further she found a small plastic case and looking inside, she found several assorted studs and rings. "Look, you even have jewelry for it." "Is there a tool in there for taking these nipple things off?" "Like what?" "A tiny screwdriver?" "Yeah, there is, but why would you want to take them off? They're seriously hot" "But they hurt." "Here you big baby," Stacy said as she opened up her baggy of coke and dumped a little out on her bedside table. Grabbing a cut-off plastic drinking straw from her pocket, Stacy handed it to her friend and offered her instructions on how to inhale it. "I tried some of this last night too, but do you really think it'll help?" "Did you feel it when you got it done? By the way, who did it?" "Nope, didn't wake up at all, and it was Reed. I don't know if he had help or if he did it by himself but he sent me a text asking if I liked my new bling." Sniffing up the little pile of coke, Olivia threw her head back as the dust absorbed into her sinus cavities and the rush spread throughout her body. Sure enough, the tenderness in her nipples seemed to float away. "That feels awesome, can I have some more?" Olivia asked. "No way, you need to stay focused so you can pierce my nipples and clit." "You seriously want to go through with it?" "Hell yeah, here I got it loaded with a stud, I can put the one I want in after you pierce them with the stud first." "Don't you want to freeze it first?" "Good idea, I'll go get some ice and then do a line to help." Stacy stripped off her shirt and bra and headed to the kitchen and returned with an ice cube pressed onto each nipple. Putting the ice cubes down for a minute, she sniffed down a line of coke and returned the ice cubes to her nipples. Each one was as erect as they were going to get. "Ready Liv, I'll pull it out, you pierce it at the base, okay? Go!" Olivia pressed the trigger and sent the stud right through her best friend's nipple before she had a chance to change her mind. "Ouch, that hurt!" Stacy said. Here hold this ring for a second while I pull the stud out before my nipple swells up. Yanking out the stud, Stacy pushed the little ring through the hole, in one side and out the other, and then locked the ends together. "That was easy enough, now let's do the other one, and then my clit." "You're crazy, but if that's what you want." "Fuck yeah," Stacy said slowly, the drugs obviously making this ordeal much easier than if she where sober. Half an hour later and with both nipples and her clit hood pierced, both girls had identical piercings, the only difference being the choice of jewelry. All the attention to their sexy bits had both girls worked up and ready to play, especially Olivia who was just starting to feel the effects of taking four doses of her hormone pills at once. "Who are we going to fuck today?" Olivia asked. "I don't know, do you have something in mind?" "A few ideas, but I need to get fucked, and soon," Olivia admitted. "Wow, Liv, that's what I like to hear. So what ideas do you have?" "I've been dying to go back to the porn shop and get fucked there again. How about you?" "I've been thinking about going to that biker bar again." "That was fun. Yeah maybe we should do both today. I definitely want to be here when Reed gets home from work though, so whatever we do, we need to wrap it up so I can be home around five, okay?" "Sure, no problem. We should call Alfred first though, he said he might have a job for us to do today." "I texted him back and said for him to let me know when and where if he needs us," Olivia said as she tested out the tenderness of her clit by giving it a little rub. She winced as she poked the ring a little too roughly. "How do your tits feel with the rings in them?" "They don't hurt as much as I thought they would, maybe they'll hurt more later, but they look fucking hot." "Yeah, I think you're right. Do you think you can unfasten these so I can put a pair of rings in mine?" "Why? That chain looks so hot, leave them in." "I don't want anyone yanking on it. I think that could really hurt." "We've got plenty of pain-killer here to keep that under control," Stacy joked referring to her baggy of coke. "We should probably clean these, do you have any alcohol?" "Yeah, I'll go find it and then we should get ready to go, I'm gettong hornier by the minute," Olivia responded. "Awesome, let's get dolled up and get going, we're not going to get any cock sitting around here!" Stacy added. A phone call to Alfred confirming he wanted the girls available tonight to work a private bachelor party that evening put Olivia in a funk as they climbed into the cab they'd ordered. She was looking forward to spending some quality time with Reed; she'd have to figure out a way to please both. Pulling the phone number from the box in her closet, Olivia called the "House of Skin" and briefly spoke to the owner before hanging up. "We're all set, he's putting the word out and thinks we should be pretty busy. I guess guys have been pestering him constantly ever since my visit there wanting to know when I'd be back," Olivia chuckled. Both girls had snorted back a couple of lines from Stacy's stash and were feeling the full effects now as the taxi sped along. "You must have put on quite a show!" "I forget what Steve said I did, like forty or fifty guys, something like that. I can't remember all of it, but it was amazing. That was my first real gang bang." "And how much is he willing to pay?" "He said he'd split it fifty-fifty with us." "Sounds fair enough," Stacy replied. They arrived at the "House of Skin" and walked through the door to a throng of men waiting for them. They didn't disappoint with how they had done themselves up, Stacy in cut-off jean shorts and high-heeled short boots, her tight white t-shirt showing off her black bra and her hair tousled to give that "put-away-wet" look. Her bright red lipstick and heavy eye makeup made her look both super-slutty and several years older than her real age. Olivia was more conservative wearing one of her new skirts she bought from the mall yesterday; added to that a scoop neck top showing just enough cleavage to be sexy without being slutty. Rounding out her look were a pair of sandals, her favorites, and light makeup. Olivia figured Stacy's makeup was just going to get smeared all over her face anyway so there was no need for her to put on clown makeup too, plus it showed her natural good looks better that way. Olivia had to dig out one of the sheer black D-cup bras she had received from this very store just last week as her Victoria's Secret bras were just too tight now to be comfortable. Plus the nipple chain Stacy had talked her into keeping, couldn't fit, in or out of the bra cups. The D-cup was cut low enough for the chain to comfortably slip over the tops. Even this one was tight around her rib cage, she'd have to move up to a 34 next as the 32 just didn't fit. "Everything's growing these days," she thought. Walking up to the counter, Olivia was greeted by the grizzled, pot-bellied man who had brought her the revelation that she was the Queen of the Sluts. "My Queen has returned, and what can we do for you today my dear?" "I'm in a super horny mood today and I need some relief," Olivia said. "This is my friend Stacy and she's a huge slut too." "Are you looking for quality or quantity?" the man asked. "How about both?" "That'll work," he said as he came around the counter and announced to the group of guys that they had their choice of two young sluts just begging to be fucked; the announcement was met with a chorus of cheers. Reaching under Olivia's skirt, he was pleased to find her bare pussy unencumbered by underwear. Stroking his finger through her slit and finding it wet, he held up his hand and yelled out, "She's wet and ready boys!" Another round of cheers went up. The man escorted the girls through the door to the back by the line of doors leading to the individual peep show rooms, and the room where she had been her last time. Olivia remembered the room well and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned since. It still looked and smelled like dirty sex with its walls of flaking white paint, the stained mattress lying on the bare wooden floor. It was perfect what she felt she needed today. She wasn't sure why she felt so slutty today and in such need of cock, but she was assumed it had something to do with the four pills she took this morning and the two lines of coke she had snorted back before leaving the house. If there was any doubt in her mind that Dr. Sander's was giving her the same hormone pills that he was giving to Stacy, today's dosage and her resulting horniness told her everything she needed to know. The Queen was coming out in full force launching her into her slut-zone where the blossoming young woman took such comfort. Olivia was happy her mother had recommended she double up her prescription dosage, it helped fuel her need for cock. Not wanting to waste any time on formalities, she stripped down butt naked and climbed onto the smelly mattress and waited for her first fuck of the day, her pussy already dripping wet at the prospect. In the next room, Stacy was blowing the grizzled old man's cock, a test to see how she ranked amongst the best cock-suckers he'd ever experienced. "You got great promise girl, you'll do just fine," he said as he pulled his cock from her hungry mouth. Confused why he didn't let her finish, Stacy looked at him and asked, "Did I do something wrong?" "Nope, but in a few minutes I'll start sending guys back. Have fun!" he said closing the door after himself. "Guys, listen up, the prices are going to work this way, the first guy pays $500 for ten minutes, the second 450 and so on down to 100, after that the prices stay at 100 for each ten minutes. If you want seconds, you have to get back in line. The prices will go down to 50 after the second hour, ten bucks after the third and if there's anything left, 5 bucks after that. Get your cash out!" The first guy into Olivia's room stripped as quickly as he could and wasted to time getting into her pussy, ten minutes wasn't a lot of time and he wanted to make sure he got his money's worth, as did the stream of guys that followed. Olivia's tits jiggled under the unrelenting stream of cocks that pounded into her gash. Every touch to her body added to her cycle of orgasms, one after the other. Even her piercings gave her stimulation as every guy who walked in the room went crazy over her huge pierced tits and grabbed and pulled on the nipples and the chain too. She was lost somewhere between pleasure and pain as she traded positions over and over again, some guys trying to pound her uterus right through the mattress, others preferred the sight of a beautiful big breasted blond riding on top of their cocks. Doggy style was popular with those who liked trading back and forth between her asshole and her pussy. She took them all, in all holes, non left unsullied as cum splattered her body, her face, and hair and just about everywhere else cum could drip. After what seemed like hours, Olivia took a break to wash up a little and ran into Stacy in the grimy bathroom obviously doing the same. She looked a mess with her makeup smeared all over her face, cum coating her cheeks and eyebrows. "Hi Stace, how's is going? Having fun?" "Yeah, but have you noticed anything peculiar about the guys that are coming in now?" "Not really, they all kinda look alike after a while. I've been more focused on my orgasms although now that you mention it, the last few could have used a shower this morning." "Yeah, that's kinda my point, they started out pretty respectable and clean cut, and after a while the quality seemed to dip, the last ones seemed kinda down and out. How long have we been at this anyway?" "I don't know, do you have your phone on you?" Olivia asked. "Yeah, here it is," Stacy said as she dug her phone out of her purse. "Holy shit! It's three-thirty! What time did we get here?" "I'm not sure ten-thirty or eleven," Olivia replied, thinking that it didn't seem like she'd been fucking that long. The orgasms seemed as continuous as the cocks that provided them and the Queen relished each one, and the Queen wasn't done yet, not by a long shot. "Are you girls done or do you have more in the tank?" asked the grizzled manager as he stuck his head in through the bathroom door. "We gotta get going soon but we got a little time. Why, are there more guys still out there?" Olivia asked while using wet paper towels to clean the dripping cum from her pussy. "Well, yeah, probably fifty still in line. The crowd really started building up as the price dropped," he said. "What do you mean, price dropped?" Stacy asked. "Guys aren't going to pay top dollar for a cum-soaked whore. That's why the price kept dropping after every hour you were on the job." "How much are you charging?" Olivia asked as she finished wiping her gooey pussy. "The first guy was $500 for each of you, after that the price dropped down the busier you got. You've been at it for four or five hours, so now I'm only charging five bucks for ten minutes. But don't worry, you still get 50%. "Great, I'm fucking any low life who can scrape together five bucks now," Stacy huffed, clearly not pleased with the news. "Hey, you're getting two-fifty for that low-life dick!" Olivia joked. "How about it, think you can finish off the last of them?" "Yeah, send them back and we'll do our best," Olivia replied to the man as he left the two girls alone in the bathroom. "What do you think, fifty in half an hour Stace?" "Two at a time, a pair every five minutes, yeah, that would be about right. Let's do it! By the way, how many guys do you think we've fucked so far," Stacy asked. "No idea, I never count. It's not something I really keep track of. Why, do you think you set another record?" "I lost track myself. I have no idea, maybe the old guy kept a record, I hope so anyway." Olivia felt like she was back in the alley fucking and sucking bums as she and Stacy polished off the last fifty guys or so. There was the odd guy who looked clean-cut out of the remaining guys, but most looked like they were spending their last five bucks, and it was five bucks well spent, even as cum splattered as the girls were. As she sucked down the latest load of sperm dumped into her mouth and as the guy in her pussy finished pumping his load into her, Olivia was still willing to keep going, but her commitment to get home for Reed was overriding her willingness to remain and get fucked more. Stacy looked like she was completely fucked out as she collapsed on the dirty mattress next to her. Her mega-slut best friend, who would usually do everything in her power to out-fuck her, looked like she was completely spent. Since they'd skipped lunch, the only thing they'd had to eat since breakfast, was all the cum they'd ingested. Olivia laughed at the thought, "I've probably swallowed a gallon, no wonder I don't feel all that hungry!" The last lines of coke the girls had done were just about completely worn off and Olivia was thinking about doing some more, her nipples was starting to ache from all the abuse they'd taken today. Every guy wanted to pull on the chain or pinch her swollen nipples and thanks to her heightened horny state, it produced the gigantic orgasms she had struggled to achieve the previous day at the mall. The four pills, the white powder and the endless supply of cocks, was the recipe she needed to achieve the monstrous orgasms she was becoming addicted to. "Let's get going chick, I want to get home," Olivia said as she smacked her friend on the ass. Reed should be home in half an hour or so," she said as she shook her friend back to the land of the living. Stacy had passed out in a pile of drool and cum. It was leaking from every hole she had to offer and a few that she hadn't offered. "How did you get cum in your ear you crazy slut?" "Huh, my ear? Fuck me, that's just gross," Stacy replied as she pulled her tired body up from the dirty mattress and stuck a finger in her ear to clean out the jizz. Throwing her clothes back on over her partially sticky, and completely crusty body, Stacy looked like she had taken a swim in a pool full of man-juice, and smelled like she did also. Olivia looked much the same as cum had dried into clumps into her normally gorgeous flowing blond hair; now all kinky and mussed up. "You girls ready to settle up?" the man asked as the girls approached the counter. "Yeah, but can I ask you a favor?" Olivia asked. "Can I get a couple of bras from you, the ones you gave me last week don't fit?" "Sure, pull off your shirt and let me see what size you need," he said as he watched Olivia pull her shirt off over her head right in the middle of the store. The customers who weren't aware of what had been going on in the back room looked on in astonishment as the beautiful blond girl stripped down revealing her amazingly large set of tits. "Wow, you've grown since last week and you have some new jewelry too! Why the chain? It makes it difficult to find clothes to wear with it. You interested in something different like maybe some diamond studs." "Yeah, that'd be awesome," Olivia replied as the man fondled her breasts gauging the size. "Thirty-four D I'm guessing. How about a couple of the sheer ones in that size and maybe a few double D's just in case you keep growing like that," he suggested. Ten minutes later and a bit of carrying on, Olivia had her nipple chains removed and a nice pair of two sided diamond studs in their place. The pierced nipples did look hot and if she had to deal with the discomfort of having them pierced in the first place, it might as well be with something of her choosing. When he pulled out the golden bars, it hurt like a bitch, especially when the fine little threads from the screw end slid through the damaged tissue. It hurt just as much if not more when he pushed the diamond studs through her swollen nipple holes. The pain was worth it as Olivia showed off her new nipple studs to the crowd that had gathered around her to watch the show. The new bras fit very comfortably over her swelling breasts and the diamond nipple studs looked so hot through the sheer material. Like her friend, Stacy traded some of her earnings for a few C-cup bras, just in case she got that big even though her current B-cup bras fit just fine. Taking the girls aside from the crowd, he slipped them envelopes containing their earnings. "Blondie, you got $1200 after deductions and your friend here gets $1500." "That's it? For five hours of fucking, that's it? How many guys were there? It seemed like there were a lot of guys," Olivia inquired. "About a hundred, so around fifty each." "That's only like thirty of forty bucks each, you could have charged a lot more than that," Stacy added. "You asked for quality AND quantity, quantity doesn't pay well. Next time ask for quality only, but give me more than an hour's notice so I can get the big spenders here." The girls took their cash, their new bras and their thoroughly fucked out holes, climbed into a cab and headed for Olivia's house. Olivia wondering the whole way how she was going to manage to please both Reed and Alfred in one night. ------- Chapter 15 "What an asshole, my pussy's worth more than thirty or forty bucks, isn't it?" Stacy asked. "Hey, cab driver, how much would you pay to fuck my pussy?" "Miss, are you asking a serious question?" the man behind the wheel asked. Eyeing the two girls, they looked like they were barely in their teens, but they also looked and smelled like they just mopped up a whore house. "In your current condition, maybe fifty bucks. Cleaned up, we'd have to see, likely more," he replied. "Why, you offering?" "I never turn down a dick, especially if he's willing to pay," Stacy added. "Stacy, haven't you had enough today already?" Olivia asked. "Had enough? Coming from you, that's funny. How many guys have you fucked in the last week? Two hundred? Three hundred?" Stacy joked. But underneath the joke, there seemed to be a tone that Olivia had never heard come from her best friend before. Was it the expectation that she'd be making money for her fucking and was disappointed at the total? Stacy had fucked tons of guys for fun and for free, and never batted an eye at it. Now that she was doing it for money and drugs, she suddenly felt her pussy had a price tag on it? And a high one at that too! Grabbing her baggy of coke, Stacy scooped up a little with her fingernail and sniffed it up her nose. Her pussy was sore and she was coming down hard from her afternoon gang-bang and needed a little pick-me-up. "Want some Liv?" "Sure, why not," she replied and imitated her friend's method by snorting some up off her fingernail. "You girls better not be doing drugs in my cab! I'll throw your asses out of here and good luck getting home safely in this part of town!" he shouted as he glared through the rear view mirror. "Sorry, won't happen again," Olivia replied glancing over at her friend; stifling a giggle at the same time. Stacy had the same goofy expression on her face as the humor of the moment faded and the drugs kicked in. It wasn't much of a hit, but it felt good just the same. Pulling into the driveway, Olivia couldn't wait to get into the shower and get cleaned up. The last thing she wanted was for Reed to see her caked in dried cum. It was everywhere, clumps in her hair, white flakes plastered all over her skin; it itched and pulled at her skin like glue. Stacy made a deal with the cabbie to pay for their fare and to cover a ride home in exchange for a quick fuck. Both girls dashed inside for a quick shower, Olivia on the main floor, Stacy in the basement shower. The hot water felt great as it washed away the day's activities. Olivia stood with her eyes closed and let the water cascade down her back, its searing heat felt amazing as it peeled off the layers of cum that had dried on her golden skin. "I could stay in here forever," she thought as she let her mind drift away while the rivulets of water flowed all over her. The hot water made her piercings a little tender, but overall, it was one of the most pleasant parts of her day so far. "I wonder what Reed wants to do tonight?" she thought as she finished soaping up her body, making sure she gave her pussy and asshole a good scrubbing. Her boobs really had grown more she realized as she lathered the soap around them, feeling their new larger shape, bumping her new diamond studs in the process. The studs made her nipples almost permanently erect which did nothing to still her overactive libido. Even after their busy afternoon, she still had a hunger for more sex and the accompanying orgasms. "That coke really gives me awesome orgasms," she thought as she finished rinsing off the soap and relished the steamy water as it returned her body to its pristine state, ready to be soiled again. Wrapping a towel around her torso, Olivia wasn't entirely surprised to hear the sound of sex coming from the living room as she spied Stacy "paying" the cab driver for his services. Stacy was fresh from the shower herself and surely there would be a wet body print on the sofa after she was done. "That girl will fuck anyone, anytime," Olivia thought as she headed for her room and dropped the towel in front of her mirror. "Damn I do look hot with these diamond studs," she said aloud, twisting and turning her body, checking her figure out from all angles. Her tits were getting pretty fucking big as she hefted one in each hand, and heavy too! She knew it was from the pills Dr. Sanders had given her and obviously they were the same hormone pills Stacy was taking, but the question remaining was, "Do I stop taking them, or keep going and see just how big and beautiful they get?" Thinking back to her mother's tits and how huge and beautiful they looked when she was in the bathtub after the beach house orgy, Olivia was at a crossroads. They were spectacular as they were, and she loved them, but how much bigger would they get and would she be happy with what she had if she knew she could keep taking the pills and get to be as big as her mother? It was only a two week supply she started with, and if she doubled them up as her mother suggested, she'd be done them in another day or two. What harm could another day or two do? It's not like they'd balloon up past DD's in that short a time could they? It was hard for her to think beyond the urges her hormone driven mind controlled. The simple things that should have been going through her mind were: "What will my other friends think when school returns and I come back as a gigantic-titted slut? What if I get pregnant from fucking all these guys? What if I get hooked on this cocaine and what will I do to kick it?" None of these things registered at the moment, as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. The only thing that registered was sex, how good she looked and how it would help her get all the sex she needed to keep her body happy. She also thought about her good she looked naked and how it would keep her stocked with the drugs her body was increasingly craving."Speaking of craving," she thought, maybe now is a good time for a little snort. Searching through her closet for the sweater within which she hid her stash, Olivia pulled out the magic powder and poured a little out onto her nightstand. A cut-up drinking straw did the trick as the powder hit her sinuses. "Fuck that feels amazing," she whispered aloud as her body suddenly felt alive again, her neurons firing as the drugs hit her brain. The tiredness that her shower was unable to wash away, was quickly fading as the cocaine worked its magic. Hugging her arms across her chest as the warmth worked its way through her, Olivia's hands rubbed against her nipples sending sparks shooting straight down to her pussy. Her body was calling to her again, and it needed attention. The pills and the drugs would give it to her, give her the massive orgasms that fed her sexual addiction. "The pills!" Olivia remembered she hadn't had her pills yet this evening. Striding out naked from her room, Olivia floated down the hallway in her high condition and headed into the kitchen and popped open the lid of her bottle of pills, there was five left. "Aw fuck it," she said as she popped the last five pills into her mouth and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and washed them down. That made nine pills for the day, nearly as many in one day as she'd had since Dr. Sanders had given them to her. "I wonder what that's going to do for me?" she laughed as she imagined waking up in the morning with tits as big as basketballs. She giggled at the thought as she grabbed onto her large mammaries and gave her nipples a pinch. "Fuck yeah, that's what I need," she moaned as the sparks from her nipples fired off the familiar twinges she had learned to live for. Turning to head for her room and her collection of sex toys to scratch her itch, Olivia noticed a note her mother had left a note on the table. "Don't forget to eat something! Love, Mom." Funny, the drugs had pretty much killed her appetite since all she'd had to eat since breakfast was ten or twenty loads of man cum and she wasn't even feeling very hungry. Grabbing a bowl of cereal, Olivia wandered back out into the living room and watched as the cabbie finished shooting his load into Stacy's pussy. Olivia sat down on the love seat cross-legged and watched as the cabbie climbed up off her best friend, pulling his wilting cock from her bald beaver. "Wow, your tits are amazing. Can I give 'em a feel?" "Yeah, I guess," Olivia replied as she spooned in another bite of cereal. Standing behind her, he leaned over and gently grabbed onto each of her breasts. His rough and calloused hands were actually quite gentle as he massaged her thick breast tissue, his fingers avoiding teasing the nipples directly. Olivia leaned back as he worked his hands around her breasts, their sensitivity magnified by the big dose of hormones and coke as she sighed at his touch. "Oh yeah, that feels so nice," Olivia purred as the hands of the anonymous man worked her into a frenzy. His fingers were suddenly on her nipples, rolling the diamond studs back and forth as he pinched and squeezed her sensitive nubs. Rolling her head back, she could see the man's soft cock at the same level as the back of her head. Dropping her cereal bowl to the floor, Olivia pushed her back up against the back of the love seat, her head going over the back of the couch, her breasts and nipples pointing up towards the ceiling. Picking her feet up onto the seat, Olivia continued pushing her body up and over the couch until her head dipped backwards, her view completely inverted. Reaching out, Olivia grabbed onto the man's penis and pulled it towards her waiting mouth while he continued to massage her breasts. Suckling the soft tool, Olivia could taste her friend's vaginal secretions coating his manhood as she felt it stir to life. The inverted position allowed her to easily suck his growing length into the back of her mouth and into her throat as it filled with blood. Grabbing his hips, she encouraged him to rock his hips forward and back, fucking his cock in and out of her throat, all the while sparks were shooting from her tits as he toyed with her hard nipples. Her moans around his cock expressed her gratitude at his manipulation of her tits. Picking up the pace, the cabbie thrust in and out, the outline of his cock visible as it pressed into the throat of the beautiful blond girl splayed out over the back of the couch. He really wanted to fuck her sweet looking pussy, but this was a throat fuck he'd likely never experience again and was content to finish off down her gullet. He watched as the good looking brunette climbed off the other couch and approached the love seat. Olivia was in her element as she felt the smooth skin sliding in and out of her mouth, her tongue providing friction as the bulbous head poked in and out of her throat. She was skilled in the art of sucking cock and sensed that she would be rewarded momentarily with the creamy prize. Olivia felt hands on her legs and knew Stacy was up to something. The hands pushed her legs far apart and lifted her hips into the air, her ripe pussy spread wide. The wet warmth was her first indication her friend had latched her mouth onto her pussy. Stacy's tongue bathed her pussy from top to bottom as she settled into toying with her clitoris, and sucked gently on her tender folds. Olivia was already well on her way to cumming and now she was going to blow big. The tongue on her clit danced around and around, sending intense feelings surging throughout her body as her orgasm welled up ready to blast her with that which she had become an addict to. Her body surged as the orgasm ripped through her. The moaning and groaning emanating from her throat massaged the cabbie's cock into giving up his load as shot after shot of ropey cum slid down her throat. Her tongue wrapping around the shaft of the cock as the pulsations slowed down. Her lips applying a gentle seal as she sucked at the last drop from the tip as he pulled his cock from her talented mouth. "That was fucking amazing," the cabbie huffed out as he dragged his wilting cock across the blond girl's face, a slime trail beginning at the edge of her mouth and ending up on her cheek followed his retreating cock. "I agree," said a male voice that Olivia instantly recognized. "Steve, what are you doing here?" Olivia asked as she rolled over and spotted Reed's kid and the guy responsible for turning her into a mega-slut. Katy was standing next to him, her jaw slightly ajar as she held his hand. "Dad sent me over to give you a message since you weren't answering your cell phone. Now I know why. He said for me to tell you to come over in ten minutes." "Ok," Olivia said slumping back down onto the loveseat, wiping the string of cum from her cheek. "I assume that's your cab out front," he said looking at the cabbie who was rapidly stuffing his cock back into his pants. "These girls are both twelve so get out of here before I call the cops." "Holy shit!" he yelped as he busted for the door, running for his cab. "Well there goes my ride home," Stacy commented. "Ha, ha, that was hilarious. Don't worry about it, Katy and I are going over your house later anyway, you can tag along with us." "Cool." "So what have my two little sluts been up to since I last saw you a couple days ago? How many guys have ya fucked so far?" Steve asked as he viewed the two girls. Their nakedness was partially hidden by the back of the love seat, although neither made a move to cover themselves up. "I don't know, since when?" Stacy asked as she crawled up from between Olivia's legs into a seated position on the love seat. Apparently all of the cabbie's cum had dripped from her pussy onto the hardwood floor and she assumed it was safe to sit down finally. "We each fucked like fifty guys today. Yesterday, like maybe five for me. What about you Liv?" "I don't know, I didn't really count. Like maybe ten I guess," Olivia replied as she sat upright exposing her voluptuous breasts. "Wow, you girls have some glitter on your tits, lemme see," Steve said. Olivia thrust her chest out on command as Steve stepped up and grabbed onto both of her nipples, giving them a squeeze eliciting a "mmmm" from the girl. "Nice, and they're bigger too, I like it. Still taking those hormone pills?" "Yeah, actually I just took the last ones tonight," Olivia replied. "Ones?" Stacy inquired. "You took more than one?" "Yeah, my mom still thinks they're anti-inflammatories, so she said it was safe to start doubling them up, so I did even though we know they aren't." "Cool, I'm gonna do that when I get home so my tits grow faster," Katy said. "Me too," Stacy added. "Are you going to take more Olivia? Those are beautiful and big, but I bet they'd look awesome if you went bigger," Steve commented as he continued fondling Olivia's breasts like it was a perfectly normal thing to do. "I'm not sure, I'm up to a D-cup and I'm not sure I want to go any bigger." "Fuck yeah, go bigger," Steve added. "They look hot, I hope mine get that big," Katy offered. Steve's fondling was sending sparks right down to Olivia's pussy, making her realize that she needed a good fucking. Which made her think of Reed and that he wanted her to come over in ten minutes, which brought the conversation to an end as she scurried off to her bedroom to get ready. From her bedroom Olivia shouted, "Did your dad say anything about what to wear?" "Nope, but you know me, I like something slutty!" he shouted back. Olivia grabbed one of the new skirts she'd bought at the mall, one of her new bra's and a tight t-shirt. As she grabbed for a g-string, she spotted her jar of meth cream realizing she hadn't used it since yesterday morning. "What the hell," she said as she scooped up two fingers worth and jammed it into her slit. Working the cream in, Olivia felt the surge from the meth add to her still-present coke high. "Whatever his plans are for me, I'll be high as a kite doing it," she thought as she stepped into the black g-string and slid the flimsy material up her toned thighs and snugged it up against her slick pussy. Quickly throwing on her remaining clothing, Olivia blow dried her hair and put on a fairly heavy application of makeup. It was on the verge of being too much and entering into the realm of "slutty" but not quite. Throwing on one of her new pairs of wedges to complete the outfit, Olivia elevated her height by a good four inches and made her calves look high and tight. Glancing in her mirror, Olivia was pleased with how hot she looked and hoped Reed would think the same. Waltzing into the living room Olivia asked, "How do I look?" "You look fucking hot!" said Stacy. "You're so beautiful," Katy said. Steve just whistled as he knew his honest answer would probably upset his new "girlfriend" but truthfully, he wanted to drop the gorgeous blond on the floor and fuck her until his cock fell off. She was his dad's for tonight but hopefully soon he could get back into that delicious cunt. It'd been three days since he last fucked her, three days too long. At least he could take solace in knowing he had created this super-slut and that he could still have her anytime he wanted. "Don't forget we still have that bachelor party Alfred wants us to work tonight," Stacy said as Olivia herded everyone for the door. "Oh shit yeah, I forgot." "No prob, just have your phone handy and tell Alfred where you need to be picked up at." "My phone, oops," Olivia said as she hustled back to her room grabbing her purse and her phone and as she did that, thought of her stash and went a grabbed the little baggy of coke from her closet. Dropping the small baggy into her purse, Olivia noticed that she had used up a good portion of what DeShawn had left for her. "I hope I can get some more tonight from Alfred," she thought as she scooted back towards the living room and ushered the whole group outside before locking the door behind her. Out she went into the night for another night of fucking, her high-heeled wedges making her travel slightly more difficult than the usual flat sandals she liked to wear as her light skirt fluttered behind her. Crossing the driveway onto Reed's property, Olivia headed for the front door as she watched Steve, Katy and Stacy head in the side door. It had only been a week since she had crossed that very threshold and entered into her life of constant sex, thanks to Steve's blackmailing. It was funny, at first she had had been the victim, forced to have sex, and now here she was seeking out her own gratification, fucking strangers for fun, for the excitement of it, and now for money and drugs. It was sad in a way that she had gone down this path willingly. She hadn't been forced to make this choice, it was her own, and here she was excited at the prospect of what her neighbor, who was old enough to be her father, might have planned for her. The strange and bizarre world of sex she had experienced had brought new revelations and new levels of pleasure she hadn't thought possible. Every act, every new partner had brought with it a sense of discovery, something new and exciting she hadn't felt before. Where there should have been regret and doubt, there was only a unique desire to push the limits and she what she could accomplish next. The orgasms she lived for fueled her curiosity and her drive to continue down this path. Where it might lead she had no idea. There had been no penalty for her actions and her behavior. It was a joy ride, and one she wanted to keep riding as long as possible. Knocking on the front door, Olivia's thoughts had gotten her all worked up at the possibilities that lay before her for this evening. In the back of her mind she wondered if popping all those hormone pills had been such a good idea, but the idea was fleeting as the meth and coke still worked through her body. "Hey beautiful, come on in. We have a big evening planned and I have some surprises for you. Come on," Reed said as he whisked her inside and straight down the hallway to his bedroom. Her skirt fluttered up exposing her golden thighs in his haste to get the evening started. "I've been a busy boy lately as you'll soon find out," he said as he twirled her around and enveloped her in his strong arms, kissing her on the lips passionately. Olivia returned the kiss and wrapped her arms around the big man as she felt butterflies in her stomach from the intimate embrace. "We don't have a lot of time, we need to get to the party in about twenty or thirty minutes and I want a few minutes of you to myself before we go." "What party?" Olivia asked as Reed broke their embrace and gently pushed her back towards the bed. "A graduation party for a friend of mine's son, you're the graduation present." "Oh," was all she said like that was a normal thing to do, give away your neighbor's pussy as a prize. "Alright lay back and lift your knees up and spread your legs sweetheart, I have some work to do," Reed said as he watched the beauty follow his instructions. She was easily the sexiest thing he'd ever seen and to watch her lying there like that on his bed was enough to make him cum in his pants. Her long golden hair spread out onto his bed from around her head, her large breasts piled high atop her chest, heaving in time with her breath, her silky thighs spread showing her supple ass cheeks, split by a thin strip of cloth that covered what he knew to be the most gorgeous little pussy he'd ever seen. He so wanted to pile shot after shot of cum into her depths, fill her up with cum until she flowed like a river. He couldn't explain it, maybe it was an instinctual male thing to want to possess a female and pour your seed into her over and over again. Either way, he had been thinking about it constantly over the last two days, and was the basis for the first part of his plan. Pulling the thin g-string aside, he was reminded of how sweet this little pussy really was, with its golden tuft of hair on top of her mons, the silky little down that surrounded her labia. The labia minora were still developing and were still hidden mostly by the surrounding majora. In time they would develop and would protrude and eventually give her that womanly look, but right now, they were perfect just the way they were. Grabbing the flashlight and the necessary instruments, Reed went to work. Olivia's head was swimming as Reed began playing with her pussy, he was rubbing something cool and slippery around the entrance to her hole and felt him sticking his fingers in there. Then something hard which she thought might have been that plastic tube again. She could feel the cool breeze on her inner tissues again as the hard object pushed deeper into her vagina. She had felt this before when he had played with her cervix and then when he had put the snake into her. That had been really weird, but it had given her a tremendous orgasm which she was really starting to crave. Everything with Reed had been new and ultimately rewarding as he had made her cum harder than anyone had been able to achieve. Not even the creepy old man from the porn shop had made her cum as hard as Reed could. Olivia could feel something blunt pushing up against the back of her pussy and knew he was playing with her womb again. She felt the deep pressure again as he was pushing something inside of her. If not for the drugs and her arousal, it might have been considered painful as the pressure continued to build. She looked up and he was deep in concentration as he tinkered between her legs. Suddenly the pressure was gone and she could see him pulling the turkey baster out from between her legs and grab a silver metal instrument and direct it at what she knew to be her pussy. The pressure had returned again, only this time she could barely feel it as she could hear Reed mumbling under his breath. Whatever he was doing, he seemed pretty pleased with himself as he stood up and gently pulled the silver instrument and the thick round tube from her pussy. "Sweet, it looks like a thing of beauty," he said. "What does?" "Uh, it's a plug, of sorts." "A plug, for what?" "It'll keep the semen out of your uterus so you can't get pregnant." "I haven't had my period yet so I can't get pregnant." "Oh yeah, you're right," he agreed, although he knew it was a lie. With all the cum that was being dumped into her pussy these days, she'd get knocked up the first time she ovulated he reasoned. "This ought to do two things to satisfy my perversion," he thought. Reed had sought the help of a friend who was an engineer and helped him create this little invention. It was a tapered hollow silicone rubber tube with a flat head surrounding the one end. The opening was about half an inch wide and the flat head was about an inch wide. The tube itself was close to three inches long and had little rubber feet along the outer sides, much like an anchor you'd use for anchoring screws into drywall. He'd inserted it into her cervical opening which effectively would give any semen shot into her vagina, a straight shot into her womb. Her baby maker would be bathed in every drop of cum shot into her pussy. The length of the tube would penetrate nearly to the end of her womb, effectively trapping nearly as much semen as her womb could hold. He assumed the presence of the intruder would work like an IUD so even though she'd be bathing the walls of her uterus in semen, it would prevent her from getting pregnant too. "A double bonus!" he thought. "Now, to give it a try," he said as he dropped his pants and fished out his steely cock, the pre-cum had been leaking the whole time he'd been playing with her pussy so it was lubed up and ready to go. Olivia watched as Reed directed his large cock at her pussy. She had grown an attachment to the man and his talented tool and had been thinking about fucking him all day. He somehow knew exactly what she needed and right now, she needed a good hard fucking. The soft head felt warm as it brushed up against her folds, pressing into her softness. Despite engulfing cock after cock as little as an hour ago, none had filled her up like this club was starting to do. It split her open like few others as she felt inch after inch slowly penetrate into her hungry depths. "Oh yeah, that's it, that's what I needed," she sighed as the big cock plumbed her canal as deeply as she could handle. Reed pounded into the young girl's pussy with the eagerness that nearly forty-eight hours of abstinence had produced. Her pussy felt like a hot velvet vice as it hugged his cock. It was slick and hot and felt better than any other pleasure he'd ever experienced in his life. He could feel the little silicone rubber plug bumping up against the tip of his cock with every deep push. He'd planned on sticking it into her pussy last night, but was disappointed when he saw her come home with the big black guy. He'd been disappointed that she hadn't come home earlier, or alone, as he'd really wanted to sink into her pleasure hole, but she had a life of her own and after talking to the black guy once he'd woke him up, he'd found out she was hooking for the guy's boss. Apparently she really enjoyed doing it too, so who was he to get in the way? He could feel the cum churning in his balls, itching to bust out as he imagined it spilling into her womb directly from the tip of his cock. The moaning coming from the little hotty was getting him going too, she loved getting fucked by his big cock and he knew it. She certainly didn't seem to have any inhibitions in either her vocal eruptions, or with her actions as her fingernails dug deeply into his ass cheeks pulling as hard as she could with every forward thrust. His thoughts about cumming directly into her womb overloaded his urge to hold out to prolong the pleasure, as he felt the seed start to fire down the length of his nine inch cock. Pressing his cock-head up against the rubber opening, Reed felt a torrent of cum blast from the tip of his cock as shot after shot fired down the length of the tube directly into Olivia's waiting uterus, coating her most precious place with his potent seed. Forty-eight hours of pent up cum lashed out sinking into her baby-maker. "Babe, I just love fucking your sweet body," he said as the last pulses of his ejaculating cock expanded her snug tube. "We need to roll," he said as he pulled his manhood from her silken hole and slid her g-string back into place over her pink slit. Olivia piled into the passenger seat of Reed's car as he drove over to the party he mentioned they would be going to. He only drove a few short blocks and a confused look appeared on her face as they pulled into a driveway she recognized. "Reed, I know this house, one of the boys I go to school with lives here!" "I wondered about that but don't worry, I'm already ahead of you," he said as he pulled out a beautiful painted mask and handed it over. The mask was of a woman's face and it was painted to look very realistic. "Nobody will know who it is they're having sex with. It was commonly done by royalty for hundreds of years, so that the rich old married broads could have fun without anyone finding out. Put it on and let's go." Olivia's head was spinning, so many things were going through her head at that moment, "Am I really going to have to fuck one of my schoolmates? The same guy who nearly raped me on the floor in the hallway at the mall, what if he figures out it's me, even with the mask on?" Adding to the confusion was why her crotch wasn't soaked through and through with Reed's cum. Any girl who's pulled her underwear on right after getting cummed into, knows it's just a matter of time before you end up with a soggy crotch. "Didn't Reed cum in me? I thought he did, it seemed like it anyway." Whatever the answer, she didn't have much time to ponder it as Reed led her up the drive to the door and into the house of the boy Jake, who'd nearly raped her the day before at the mall. The house was packed with teenage boys, Olivia knew Jake had an older brother in high school and it looked like it was mostly his friends, but she recognized boys that went to her school too. She was going to get fucked by her schoolmates and hopefully, no one would know it but her. It was actually kind of sexy as she thought about it. She'd have intimate knowledge of her schoolmates and she'd be the only one who would know it. As Reed led the way into the boisterous and crowded living room, a voice shouted out, "Hey Reed, over here!" Olivia felt Reed's strong hand grasp hers and lead her through the throng towards the middle of the room. A hush fell over the room as the boys took notice of the girl with the killer body and the mask over her face. "What's with the mask?" Jake's dad asked, eyeing her body from bottom to top. "She's a few months shy of eighteen and we don't want anyone getting in trouble with the law if you know what I mean," he replied. "She fucks like a minx though so I guarantee a little thing like wearing a mask won't be an issue." "That kinda sucks but whatever. Well let's get on with it. How about a striptease in front here and then we'll take her in back and let my boys have a turn, then bring her out here and let the dogs loose on her." "Dogs?" Reed asked, his eyebrows raised at the comment. "The rest of the boys," he said waving his at the crowded room. "Why would she really do my dogs too?" "I don't have any idea, ask her," Reed said looking at the young beauty. Olivia shook her head emphatically as she realized what she was being asked of her. "Too bad, I'd pay plenty extra for that. Maybe some other time then," the man commented. Turning towards his oldest son he shouted, "Johnny, fire up the tunes, your Graduation present is going to give us a little dance before you get to bust her open. Olivia heard the music crank up load as she was pulled by the arm through the crowd over to a beat up looking coffee table, littered with beer bottles and rumpled up girlie magazines. "This is Jake's home? No wonder he's the way he is," she thought. With one swipe, Jake's dad Larry cleared the table's contents onto the floor. "Get up there sweetheart and give us a show," Larry said as he grabbed her naked butt cheek under her skirt. Whether it was the combination of the meth and the coke, or the nine hormone pills she'd swallowed today, or the nervous anticipation of having to fuck a house full of teenage boys, a significant number of them her schoolmates, the hand on her ass felt electric and made her pussy instantly gush. Climbing up onto the table, Olivia looked around and saw every pair of eyes in the room glued to her body. There was a hunger in the stares that she recognized, she'd seen it countless times before and it never failed to ignite her own desires. The music was thumping as she started swaying to the music, trying to find the beat over the cat calls and hoots from all the boys. Memories of the stripteases she'd performed on stage at Alfred's club came flooding back as her body fell into a rhythm with the music. It had been the same way when she had danced for the guys at the beach house, they had cheered her on and the lust in their eyes had been the biggest turn-on she had ever felt. A grin spread across her face as she recalled teasing the guys with just a white t-shirt on over her bare breasts and then dousing herself with cold water, her breasts plainly visible, the water crinkling up her nipples. They had gone wild for that and their reaction had just turned her on even more. She'd fucked every one of those beach guys, and loved it. Tonight would be no different as she gazed out through the mask at the lustful stares focused on her and her alone. The Queen was taking over as her moves became more erotic, thrusting her chest out, her hands enveloping her full breasts, her hips gyrating causing the thin material to flip up showing some thigh. The guys were loving every second of it, although the Queen suddenly wished she'd worn something sluttier to wear and wished she could take off the mask so the guys could appreciate her "total package". She could make do with what she had on and besides, once the clothes came off, they'd lose their minds just like all the other guys had. Grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, Olivia slowly pulled her shirt up revealing her flat tummy, lifting it until just the bottom of her bra showed. The guys went nuts as they started seeing some skin from the shapely dancer. Teasing the shirt up and down, Olivia heard the guys start to chant "Take it off! Take if off!", so with one swift move, pulled the t-shirt up and over her tits, working the tight neck up and over her mask and away from her long golden blond hair. The sheer black bra hid nothing and the shouts and cheers erupted as her nipples and their adorned jewelry came into view. "Sweet!" "Fuckin'A!" On it went with her admirers oohhhing and ahhhing from all around the room. It was music to her ears as they worshiped her body, her sexuality, her obvious fuck-ability. From there, the rest of the show went rather quickly as the Queen wanted to show off her charms and quickly stripped off her bra, her skirt and g-string, and danced around completely naked on the old coffee table. She was in the zone and was drinking up their attention like it was a drug as she used every trick she'd learned from the strip club to tantalize the throng of young testosterone crazed teens. From the crowd, Jake stared at the hot body dancing before him and wondered what this girl would look like without the mask. Physically the dancer reminded him of Olivia Hastings as he'd spent a fair amount of time the day before fondling her tits and pussy. This one's tits were a little bigger and were pierced and therefore couldn't be Olivia's, and except for the ring through her clit hood, the golden haired pussy looked just like the one he'd barely sunk his cock into before getting busted by the mall security. Well, he didn't get a chance to fuck Olivia's pussy, but he knew that he'd get a crack at this one tonight and he'd make up for yesterday's embarrassment by fucking this one as hard and often as he could. Still, the long golden hair, the same pussy hair, the similarities were hard to ignore. Larry watched as his thousand-dollar present for his sons, danced on his coffee table. The same table usually supported his porn magazine collection and the hotties they offered, but this girl was the hottest piece of ass he'd ever have on his coffee table, of that he was sure. "Too bad about the stupid mask though, kind of a waste of money if you can't see the expression on her face when you slam your dick into her!" he thought. "Fuck it, maybe I can fuck her up enough to get it off her," he reasoned as he waded through the crowd and down the hall towards the bathroom. Grabbing a prescription bottle out of the medicine cabinet, he thought, "This ought to do the trick." "Johnny, time to get your present!" he shouted at his son. "Awesome! Thanks dad, this is the best present a guy could ever get," Johnny replied. "It's a family tradition, my dad did the same for me," he said as he handed the glass of clear liquid to his son. "Son, get her to drink this down, maybe it'll help her forget about that stupid mask and we can get her to lose it. Besides, how is she going to suck a cock through the stupid thing. A hot little slut like that ought to be able to suck the chrome off a bumper and with that mask in the way, that ain't gonna happen." "No problem dad, what is it?" "Vodka and a little something extra." "Give me a glass of vodka too, we'll do it as a shot so she won't be suspicious." "Clever boy!" Olivia was in the middle of giving the guys a pussy shot when she felt a hand on hers. Turning around she was face to face with Jake's dad and he was shouting in her ear that it was time to "entertain" his son. "Oh God, it's going to be Jake I just know it. Oh well, it's not like I haven't fucked hundreds of other guys without a care in the world. Why is it such a big deal that he's a schoolmate?" she wondered as she climbed down off the table and felt the strong hand pull her through the crowd. Hands groped at her body as she was pulled from the room. A hand from the crowd grabbed one of her boobs and although it didn't seem like it had grabbed it with too much force, it sure hurt. Olivia realized as she received further gropes that her boobs were really tender as she was led down the hallway and into a distinctly boyish room with a teenage boy waiting for her. "Phew, it's Jake's brother," she sighed in relief. "Hi there sweet thing. How about doing a shot with me?" Johnny asked. "What is it?" Olivia asked through the mask. "Just a shot of vodka, it doesn't taste like anything. Come on, do one with me." "Ok." "You're gonna have to lift your mask up a little. On three, ready? One, two, three." Olivia watched as the boy threw the entire contents of the glass into his mouth and swallowed it down. Lifting the front of her mask, Olivia put the glass to her lips and threw the drink back. It burned far worse than she thought it would as the liquid burned its way down her throat. A few coughs and sputters and it was down, warming her all the way down to her tummy. "How about you and I get to know each other better," he said as he started unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. With a few seconds, he was completely naked, his semi-erect cock staring at her. "Can you suck my cock and get me hard?" "This mask is really going to be a pain in the ass," Olivia thought as she realized she'd have to lift the mask up to get at his cock. "Can you turn the lights off so I can take lift the mask up?" "Sure if it means I'll get my cock sucked," he said as he switched off the bedroom light. The light from the hallway lit the room up just enough to see shadows and outlines. Lifting up the mask, Olivia got down on her knees and wrapping her fist around his cock, fed the end of it into her mouth. On every down-thrust with her mouth, the mask would bump into the stomach of the boy pushing the mask back further each time. "Fuck it, it's dark enough," she thought as she whipped off the mask and went to town giving the teen an unimpeded blowjob like he'd likely never had before. Her well practiced mouth that had delivered hundreds of blowjobs in the last week, worked his pole expertly. "Woah girl, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up. I don't wanna cum in your mouth, maybe later, I wanna cum in your pussy so get up on the bed so I can fuck you now." Lying back on the bed, Olivia spread her toned legs giving the teen easy access to her cunt which he wasted no time plowing into. "Oh God, your pussy is so hot and wet, and fucking tight for a whore. Jesus, where did my dad find you? Fucking Christ, I'm gonna fuck you until I run out of cum." Olivia heard the endless stream of compliments about her pussy as his cock rammed her repeatedly. The dirty talk was such a turn on, and entirely new to her. Most guys were pretty quiet when they fucked her. As if she wasn't horny enough before, now she was getting even more turned on by his continuous filthy chatter. "Get on top of me," he said as he flipped over and pulled the young girl onto his lap. Olivia straddled his torso and slid her slick pussy down his pole. It was a little bigger than average and felt great as she started grinding her pubis down onto his curly pubes, mashing her clitty in the process. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum," she moaned as his hands found her full tits. "These tits are fucking amazing. I'm gonna cum all over them tonight. I'm gonna cum on that pretty face of yours too. I'm gonna stick my cock up your ass too!" It had to be the dirty talk as Olivia's orgasm came out of nowhere and blasted her body with her characteristic full-body shudder. The warmth of her orgasm rushed through her as she felt the boy's hands grasp her breasts firmly, and again a little burst of pain followed as he released her breast tissue and rubbed his fingers over her nipples, tugging on the little diamond studs. "Keep riding baby, I'm almost there," he said as he thrust his hips in time with her grinding. "Oh yeah that's it slut, keep fucking my cock. Fuck my cock with your whore pussy. Oh yeah, ride me cum-slut." Olivia was going wild at his crudeness as she fucked down on his cock with all she could muster; her pussy muscles clamping down as she bottomed out, trying to pull his cock right off with every down-thrust. It was only seconds later when she felt him thrust one last time and his cock pulsing into her folds. The Queen had been rewarded and in turn gave her another small orgasm of her own. "Wait a minute, he said "cum on my pretty face". Can he see my face?" she suddenly thought. "It's much too dark in here, isn't it?" she wondered. "Suck me hard again, I want to fuck your ass next," he ordered. Olivia dismounted his wilting cock and lowered her mouth to his now spent cock. "Hey bro, get in here and fuck this whore from behind while she sucks me hard again!" Johnny shouted out. Moments later Jake walked in and saw the blond whore on her knees, face deep in his brother's lap, her blond flowing hair draped around her face, her backside high in the air, waiting invitingly to be fucked. "Sweet dude, you're sure you don't mind me fucking her right now?" Jake asked. "Her blow jobs are amazing and I'm gonna fuck her whore-ass once I'm hard so don't take too long fucking her sweet cunt." "No prob man." Olivia was confused, she should have been panicked with Jake about to fuck her from behind, especially with her mask laying on the floor, but her head was starting to swim, her ability to make a rational thought was getting harder and harder. The unmistakable sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor registered in her mind, followed by the shift of the mattress as another body joined them on the bed. The sensation of a cock probing into her pussy was one she'd experienced a thousand times already this week, and felt just like any other, but this one belonged to a schoolmate, a line she had vowed not to cross. Picking up a coating of vaginal secretions along with the residual cum from his brothers deposit, Jake slid his rock-hard cock home into the sweet tunnel before him. It was the single most amazing sensation he'd ever felt as the snug tissues encompassed his shaft. It was hot, wet and wonderful. Feeling his way through his first experience, Jake started a slow thrusting motion in and out of the velvet glove, learning as he went along. Fairly quickly he was slamming his cock home at an ever-increasing rate until his cock was a blur. From start to finish, Jake lasted only about two minutes, but they'd been the best two minutes of his life. The swimming feeling in her head had gotten worse as Olivia was pinned from both ends by cock, Johnny's had returned to full hardness and was gently pushing in and out of her throat while Jake's throbbing cock could only signal yet another deposit of cum into her well fertilized pussy. As much as she hated to admit it, she loved getting reamed from both ends, even if it was under these circumstances. "Bro, get up here and let her suck you off, I have a date with her asshole." "Sure thing," Jake said as he pulled out of her sweet little pussy and traded places with his brother, flopping down with his legs straddling her head and shoulders, the long blond long hair completely obscuring the face in front of him in the darkness. Jake put his fingers under the girl's chin and tried lifting her head to look into her girl's face, curious to see if there was any chance it was Olivia. Resisting his actions, the blond enveloped his cock with her hot mouth and sucked his member into the back of her mouth, "Fuck, that feels good," he moaned. "I told you," Johnny said as he stuck his cock back into her wet pussy coating his cock with the copious combination of pussy juice and man-cream. "None of the girls I fucked before could ever suck a cock like that. This whore's amazing." The slick juices coating his cock would be good enough lubricant for where he planned on sticking his cock next. Pulling out from her steamy tunnel, the eighteen year old aimed his tool at her crinkly rosebud and pushed. Olivia could feel the intruder pushing up against her asshole and with a practiced effort, grunted and pushed like she was trying to take a shit, and felt her ring of muscle open up, making way for the dick to slide in. In one quick movement, it was in. Olivia could feel his hairy nut-sack slap up against her pussy lips as he sunk into her all the way. For reasons she didn't understand, she was really starting to enjoy anal sex and began thrusting her hips back as the teen started pounding her ass. "Oh yeah, fuck my ass. Harder, fuck me harder," she moaned around the cock in her mouth. "Dude, slide down and stick it in her pussy. We'll both fuck her at the same time!" Johnny said to his little brother as he worked up a sweat pounding into the young whore's rosebud. As much as Jake wanted to keep his young cock in the warm wetness of the slut's mouth, his first bout with her pussy had been like heaven on earth. Shimmying down under the two undulating bodies was easier said than done, but Jake managed to squirt his way down between the two pairs of legs and get his body into position. "Sit on my brothers cock whore," Olivia heard the older boy say. Looking down, she could see Jake was roughly in position for her to climb onto his cock. Reaching down she grasped his still-small thirteen year old boy-cock and pointed it towards her waiting pussy. The cock in her ass relented only for a moment, while she fit the new intruder into her sodden hole. With both holes stuffed, Olivia settled in for a good hard fuck and gave in to the ecstasy of it all. She felt hands from behind grab onto her tits and pull her up into a vertical seated position as both cocks pistoned furiously into her combined holes. The fingers kneaded her large breasts and tweaked her nipples sending jolts through her body as she ground her clitty down against the pelvis under her. Her lust-crazed crazed brain no longer caring about anything other than getting fucked hard and getting to the next orgasm, which was building quickly, and would be a to be huge one. "How do you like that whore? You like fucking two brothers? You like me fucking your ass? Tell me whore! Tell me! Do you like me fucking your whore-ass?" he shouted into her ear. The chemically fueled Queen erupted in full force like never before as Olivia shouted back, "Fuck my whore-ass! Fuck my whore-pussy! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" he shouted out as she threw her head back in total sexual bliss. Hearing the voice and seeing the whore's face now in the dim light, Jake knew instantly, there could be no mistaking it. The blond whore riding his cock was no other than Olivia Hastings, in all her fine form. It was mind-blowing that this amazing little fuck-machine was the school's most popular girl, and most unlikely to be the school slut. This changed everything as he thrust up into the sweet folds enveloping his rock hard cock. "I fucking own you now!" he thought as he pounded into her gash with a renewed vigor. "Embarrass me in front of my friends, we'll see about that!" he thought, a sadistic smirk suddenly appearing on his face. He could feel his cum building very quickly as he thought about all the possibilities of owning the school slut. Just as quickly he felt his cum flooding out in just the second fuck of his young life. It certainly wouldn't be his last as he gazed up at the gigantic studded tits before him and the obliviousness plastered all over the sex-crazed face of Olivia Hastings. "Fuck my cock, slut! Fuck me you whore. Olivia Hastings is my whore!" Jake shouted out. Somewhere in her foggy brain, deluged with drugs and hormones and the rush from her own orgasm as it flooded through her body, a part of her registered her name being said, but she was far too gone to care as the Queen triumphed in her glory. "Fuck my whore-pussy, fuck it harder, fuck me harder. Don't stop. Give me your cocks. Give me all your cocks!" she shouted back as she grabbed her own nipples and squeezed hard as her orgasm went on and on. The vise-like asshole gripping his cock milked his second cum of the evening as Johnny fired his load into the colon of the spectacular little blond whore. "What did you say bro? What did you call her?" he said as the orgasming girl's tightening sphincter ejected his wilting cock. "I know her. I know this girl!" Jake said as looked up at her barely visible face in the darkness, her outline sufficient to remove all doubt. "She goes to my school." "Are you fucking with me bro? She goes to your school? What the fuck, this is a joke right?" "Nope, she's Olivia Hastings, isn't that right princess?" Olivia nodded as she heard her name mentioned again, and despite the fog in her brain, knew that Jake knew it was her, as she felt first one, then the second wilting cock slide from her hungry holes. "Need more cock," she whispered as her raging desires overpowered any rational concern. "She's a grade behind me and she's the school's perfect little princess. Well, not anymore. Now she'll be the school slut, and we'll all be fucking her all the time. Everyone will know she's a slut and that we all fucked her first. It'll be awesome. We'll fuck her everyday!" "Fuck me all the time. Yeah fuck me all the time," Olivia whispered as her dreamy mind focused on only one thing, more sex. Groping the two cocks, she began stroking them trying to get them hard again for another fuck session. She needed more cock now and she wouldn't be happy until she got it. "A grade behind you? But that would make her like twelve or thirteen. Is that right girl?" Again, Olivia could only nod as she registered the question but could care less about any importance it might have. "Fuck me, this can't be happening," Johnny muttered. "This fucking sucks. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" "What's wrong dude, I don't get it? What's the problem?" "She's twelve, and I'm eighteen. You don't see the problem here? Statutory rape? Ever heard of it? If anyone finds out, I'd go to jail. We got forty potential witnesses out there that will know I fucked her if this gets out. Put your mask back on honey, the party is over." "No wait dude, don't do this, I want to fuck her again. And so do you from the look of things!" Jake said as he saw his brothers cock sticking straight up once again. "Well of course I do, but it's not worth going to jail over, well ... maybe it is, a little," he said as the little blond starting rubbing his cock up and down her ass crack. "Fine then, but that mask is too flimsy. It might fall off and then anyone that knows this girl could identify her, and us if she ever went to the police." Thinking about the situation and knowing that the "little head" was doing most of the work and that ultimately he wanted to fuck her again. Johnny got an idea just as the girl gripping his hardening cock found her waiting asshole again and pushed back against him. "I guess it can wait a few more minutes," he laughed as his cock was once again enveloped by her tight ass. After dumping another load of cum each into the young blond, Johnny went to his closet and pulled out an old ripped up black t-shirt. "This ought to do," he thought as he ripped it further and closed his bedroom door and flipped on the lights. Approaching the bed, he saw just how young and beautiful the blond whore really was. "Spectacular. I can't believe you're a year younger than my dorky brother," he said as he ogled her magnificent body. Her glassy eyes stared absently at his limp cock. She looked really fucked up on the drug his dad had put into the vodka shot, and whatever else she might have been on that could coerce a twelve year old into working as a whore. Wrapping the black material around, covering her head, and leaving only her nostrils and mouth exposed, he tied off the ends securely. "What are you doing man?" Jake asked. "Making a blind fold; if she can't see our faces and if we can't see hers, we're all relatively protected. As long as you can keep your big mouth shut, everything will be just fine. Once the other guys fuck her too, they'll be just as guilty and nobody would dare rat out one of the others. We just gotta make sure all those guys out there fuck her too!" "What do you mean keep my mouth shut? I can't tell my friends they're about to fuck Olivia?" "Nope," Johnny said as he watched the dopey blond reaching out blindly, and finding his body, began to work her hands down towards his crotch. Amazing, she'd been fucked in all her holes several times already and she still wanted more. "But I'm underage too, I can't get in trouble for fucking her!" Jake protested. "But I CAN dumbass. Just keep your mouth shut ok? I'm leaving for college at the end of the summer and I'm not going to throw that away for a piece of tail. A sweet piece of tail, but not worth throwing away my future for. Fuck her and enjoy it, and if you and she decide to hook up at some later date then fine, but this night never gets mentioned to anyone, got it knucklehead?" Pulling the stoned and blinded blond to her feet, Johnny walked the stumbling girl over to the door and out into the hall. Olivia found walking in four-inch wedges hard enough sober, but to do so blindfolded and stoned out of her mind was nearly impossible as she was dragged along. Through her mind-haze, she knew they were heading down the hallway, the noise was getting progressively louder with every awkward step. A loud cheer registered out of the darkness as Olivia became aware of a sudden rise in temperature because of the body-heat from all the waiting males in the room. They were waiting to use her body to sake their lust, which was just what the Queen needed. The Queen loved stoned-sex, there was no rational thoughts to clog her mind from experiencing anything but pure pleasure. All rational concerns were put away nicely, somewhere that a normal girl's mind would never go. No this was territory for sluts only, a place for fucking and sucking and getting hosed down with jizz. That was where the Queen was going and there was no shortage of guys for that. Even blindfolded, the Queen knew the cocks would be in good supply and that she wouldn't have to do any of the work, the cocks would come to her. Hands reached out from the darkness to grasp her flesh from all directions. Hands of all sorts contacted her skin as she shuffled by, groping fingers found her breasts, her ass cheeks, even a few tried to get at her pussy. Some were warm and tender, some frigidly cold as beer bottles shifted from one hand to the other to get a feel as the blinded beauty walked by. Goose bumps covered her tingling flesh in anticipation of what was about to happen. It was the reward she relished, her servants paying homage to the Queen in the currency of choice; their steely cocks with their spurting cum. From somewhere above the din, a voice yelled out something about using lube if you want to fuck her in the ass. "Oh yeah, fuck my ass, fuck my whore-ass," Olivia mumbled. "I love to be fucked in the ass," she repeated. "Fuck dude, did you hear that, she said she liked to be fucked in the ass," one random boy said to another. "Are we really going to get a turn at fucking this chick?" the boy replied. "Fuckin' A dude. Just look at that body, it's fucking perfect dude. I mean just look at those tits, they look fake they're so big and perfect!" A smile spread across Olivia's face as she shuffled along, the strong grasp of Jake's big brother pulling her forward through the crowd. She knew how good she looked naked, but somehow the constant comments from the anonymous voices out of the darkness, of just how hot she was, turned her on and got her juices pumping. Johnny's strong hands spun her around disorienting her temporarily, and then just as quickly Olivia felt herself being pushed her backwards as her feet bumped up against something solid. Panic quickly set in as the sensation of falling overtook her before her descent was quickly stopped by something soft and springy, the couch, he had dropped her onto the couch, or more accurately, someone's lap who happened to be sitting on the couch. "Wait here for a second," Johnny called out as the nearby hands continued to grope at her breasts, fingers pulling on her nipples and their piercings. The tenderness in her breasts was evident as she felt the sensitive tissues being pulled this way and that, as fingers fought to grasp hold of what was likely the first breasts some had ever felt. Their tugging gave a mixture of pain and pleasure at the same time as Olivia wondered who those hands belonged to. Were any of them her schoolmates? Were they boys she thought were cute? Were they boys she despised? The very thought made her pussy juices flow even more as she imagined some of the boys she detested the most, getting pleasure from her body. These same boys would soon be fucking her and for some unknown reason, it was making her even hornier. Hands lifted her legs up and open until they were straddling other unseen legs, her golden fleeced pussy on full display for everyone to see. At loud cheer went up at the exhibition and Olivia felt herself blush knowing everyone could see her glistening cunt. She was pulled backwards until she was leaning against the boy whose lap she sat on, as hands immediately went to her pussy. The fingers weren't very experienced as they poked and prodded into her folds. Her pussy was drenched from her own secretions and from the trickle of cum that hadn't seeped into her womb. The hollow plug Reed had stuck into her cervical opening was working well, the long tube preventing most of the semen from leaking out, much like an overflow tube, keeping a good supply of little wigglers swimming around in her uterus at all times. Unbeknownst to Olivia, her neighbor had a perverse fascination with filling her uterus full of semen and the inverted tube would make sure she had an ample supply in there at all times. The fingers digging into her pussy were turning her on, in anticipation of the fucking that would soon begin. A low moan emanated from her lips as the touching and teasing got her hormones surging. Her hands reached out feeling for the crotches of those around her, searching for the cocks that would fill her eager holes as her urge to cum increased. "Alright boys, clear the couch. I paid for the little whore and I get to fuck her next. You hounds can get the sloppy seconds. I want her fresh before you dicks get her all sticky and gooey." The voice was that of an older man and must have belonged to Jake's dad as she couldn't remember any other men being there other than Reed. Then again, she couldn't remember much thanks to the chemical cocktail she'd given herself, her brain floating on a cloud as the coke and meth worked their magic; although her head got an awful lot foggier after the shot she'd done with Johnny. She had never done a shot before but the booze, or so she thought, had really gone to her head. Olivia's world was in total darkness, her only knowledge of her surroundings was from what her other senses could take in. The loud music drowned out all but the voices immediately surrounding her and so her sense of touch was going to be her only sensory input once the fun began. The boys that had been on the couch with her suddenly began getting up, jostling her back down onto the couch as she was suddenly left alone. Rough hands grabbed her hands and directly them forward onto a familiar soft fleshy instrument. "Finally! A cock!" her mind registered as she began her practiced movements stroking the fleshy member working it towards hardness. "Suck it girl. I don't need you doing what I can do, get it in your mouth," the gruff voice spoke. Immediately she leaned in and sucked the growing tool into her mouth. It was much more substantial than those on his boys and getting bigger by the second, rivaling Reed's and it wasn't even full size yet. "Oh yeah, suck that cock girl." "Hey dad, she really gets into dirty talk," Olivia heard come out of the darkness. It had to be Johnny's voice although the cock in her mouth had the majority of her attention as her practiced movements pulled the fat head into the back of her throat. "That so? Hey whore! Suck my big cock. Stuff into your throat. That's it, suck it you dirty little cock-sucker." Olivia was grinding her pussy down onto the couch cushions, going wild as the man's mouth spilled out a continuous stream of degrading language. All she heard was "whore", "slut", "worthless", and it was turning her on like never before. The big pole was lodged as far back in her throat as she could manage, choking the air from her lungs with every lunge onto the meat stick. "Please fuck my pussy with this thing!" she screamed in her head, the cock in her throat the only thing preventing her from screaming it out loud. "That's hard enough. Lay back on the couch so I can fuck you proper," Larry called out. The small framed blond complied and spread out on the couch, her large breasts perched high atop her chest, the piercings looked substantial as they hooked through her smallish nipples. Her flat stomach and toned legs gave her an extremely inviting and sexy look as he climbed up onto the couch and positioned his much larger body over hers. Reed had said she was underage, and her features, other than the big tits, supported that fact. She almost looked "too" underage Larry thought as he lined up his thick tool with her inviting cunt. Her pussy was soaking wet as he starting pushing into her tiny-looking pussy. It was so hot and so wet that any concerns he had over her age quickly melted away as her velvety sheath sucked his manhood into her depths. He was no amateur when it came to fucking and knew he could last a while even as hot as this little pussy was. With no reason to hold back, Larry battered the petite blond with his flesh-hammer, pounding the thick nine-inch tool into her with authority. His chest smashed her large tits up against his curly chest hair, the little diamond studs getting caught in his hairs as he worked her sweet little body. She writhed under him, her hips pushing back at his thrusts, her hands reaching around grabbing onto his fleshy ass-cheeks, pulling his hips towards hers with every forward thrust. Her moans and groans showed her obvious enjoyment and satisfaction with his efforts and appreciation of the generous cock that was battering her experienced pussy. Remembering that she liked the dirty talk, Larry picked back up where he left off as he slammed his cock home into her sweet pussy, over and over again. "Do you like my big cock whore? Tell me!" "I love your big cock. It's so big, it's the biggest one I've had today. Fuck my pussy harder with it." "Biggest one today huh? How many cocks have you had today whore?" "I don't know, a lot," Olivia grunted as she was getting really close to cumming. Her hands reaching up to grab hold of her nipples as her orgasm approached. "How many is a lot, like five?" Larry questioned. "More than that," she moaned back as the man started pounding his cock as deeply as it would go. It seemed like he was trying to pound it right through her, she thought as her nipple stimulation was working its magic. "Well how many you filthy fucking whore? How many cocks have you had stuck into your worthless whore cunt?" "Fifty I guess," she panted, as her orgasm started jerking her muscles and limbs like a marionette puppet, a low scream emanating through her gritted teeth as the most powerful orgasm of the day ripped through her body. "Fifty guys have fucked this sweet body today? Holy shit!" Larry thought. "She's gotta be the busiest whore in the state!" he thought as her pussy contractions did their best to milk his cum-shot out of him. Dumping his load into her depths, the ropy semen shot straight through the hollow plug and right into Olivia's waiting womb, adding to the loads already deposited by Reed and the two brothers. Still lying on top of the young blond, Larry whispered into her ear, "How old are you honey?" "Twelve, but I turn thirteen in October," Olivia replied. "Holy fuck! How long have you been a whore?" "Just a couple of days. I only had sex for the first time like a week ago." "And how many guys have you fucked so far?" "I have no idea, a lot." "Hundreds?" "Easily," Olivia replied. "And you're doing it by your own choice?" "Yep, I love it." "Wow." He whispered as he climbed up off the young girl. Pulling his softening, but still very impressively large cock from her golden pussy, Larry turned to the room and yelled out, "Boys she's all yours. Fuck the shit out of this little whore! Don't forget to remind her how much of a whore she is too!" The following two hours were a sexual overload on her system as the flow of cocks into her body never slowed. Blinded by the black covering on her head, Olivia had no idea who the cocks belonged to, nor did she care as she was ridden hard and repeatedly for what seemed like hours. Her mouth was filled with cocks either getting cleaned from being in one of her holes, or to get it hard to prep it for sticking into one of her holes. She could taste the acridity of her own feces as cocks were plucked from her ass and pushed into her waiting mouth for cleaning. Olivia found herself sitting on top of someone's lap while his cock pistoned into her asshole while another unseen boy pushed his cock into pussy. She figured she must have been seated on the coffee table as the guy under her was laying down flat on something hard, and the cock in her mouth was perched above her as if floating in the air. She was on her way to another one of her countless orgasms as the boys kept up calling her dirty and degrading names, and it kept her horny like she'd never felt before. "Dude, call everyone and get them over here. My dad has a whore here for Johnny's graduation present and trust me, you don't want to miss out on fucking this girl!" Jake shouted into his phone over the noise of the raucous crowd. In the background, the guys were chanting "Fuck the Slut!" over and over again. "Seriously man?" "Yeah, but get over here fast, we only have her until like 9 or something!" he shouted, then hung up. Jake had to listen to his big brother about not identifying Olivia to his friends, but it didn't mean he couldn't bend the rules a little and get all his friends to fuck her, even if they didn't know it was her. He laughed to himself as he watched three guys fucking into her body at the same time, two other guys getting hand jobs as she straddled two guys on the coffee table. Looking around, Jake did a quick headcount and figured that there had to be at least thirty guys here and more were coming thanks to his phone call to his best friend. "I can't believe Olivia is this big of a slut, she's already fucked like thirty guys and she's still going strong," he thought to himself as he heard her scream out another orgasm. Reed watched in amazement as his little neighbor fucked every guy that presented his cock to her. She was a machine made for one thing, downright raunchy fucking. She never slowed down and never seemed to tire. He'd watched Larry give her a few drinks that looked like water, assuming to keep her fluids and stamina up. She was still going strong when he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket, it was his son Steve. "What's up buddy?" "Dad, Stacy is going crazy. She and Olivia have something going on tonight and she's been calling Olivia's phone like crazy looking for her, is she still with you?" Steve asked looking down at Katy, her mouth bobbing up and down on his cock like a practiced pro. "Yeah, she's with me. Oh shit yeah, she said something about plans tonight. Probably has more guys to fuck. I tell you son, I know you told me the stories about her fucking an endless streams of guys, but now that I've seen it firsthand, you were right, she's really something. We should plan a giant gang-bang and see how many she can take in a day!" "Do it as a webcast and charge money for people to see it, we'd make a killing!" "Nice thinking, I like your style." At Katy's urging, Steve asked, "Well, what about Olivia? Stacy really needs to speak with her. She said something about meeting her by ten pm and it's 9:30 now," "Okay, I'll break things up here and get her over to our house. You wanna pick up Stacy or something?" "Yeah sure, see you at home," Steve said as he hung up and let Katy finish blowing him. Even though she'd only been his girlfriend for a few days, she was already an accomplished cock-sucker, learning far more quickly than he could have imagined. Her boobs were growing nicely too. She was a slut, but she was his and his alone, or so he thought. "Larry, we gotta get going, we're already thirty minutes over our agreed upon time, and I gotta get her home before her mother beats us there," Reed shouted into Larry's ear, hoping he would hear him over the boys cheering on the orgy in front of them. There were a lot more kids here than when they first got here he realized, especially more young boys, likely Jake's friends. Reed chuckled as he realized that the sneaky little bastard Jake had probably called every boy in Olivia's school so they could come over and fuck her. Olivia had probably done just that, fuck every boy in her school! He pondered the thought as he made his way over to the pile of bodies on the floor, Olivia sandwiched in between them. "Hey kid, we gotta get going. It's time to go," he said as he nudged her with his shoe. She was sweaty and coated in cum all over, a fucking mess really as she looked up and tried focusing on the source of the voice, the black blind fold still securely in place. "Go jump in the shower quick, it's 9:30, time to go!" A chorus of boos erupted as the boys realized the party was over, and the last cocks hastily spurted their seeds into her body. Olivia dragged herself from between the bodies and stumbled towards the voice she recognized as Reed. "Nine-thirty?" she muttered. "Oh shit! Alfred's got that bachelor party we have to work at," she thought. Reaching out, she felt a hand grab hers and pull her down the hallway as white drippy cum oozed from her orifices. In the back of Olivia's mind she wondered why they weren't heading for the door, the fact that she was completely naked was such a normal thing for her now that it took some thinking to realize the fact. "Jump in the shower and get cleaned up fast. I'll bring you your clothes and your mask so we can get out of here," Reed said as he closed the door behind himself. Olivia pulled the black blindfold from her head and was temporarily blinded as her eyes gradually grew accustomed to the light. Before her stood a cum-soaked mess, the only clean spot on her was from her nose up to the top of her head where the black cloth have provided her anonymity from her fellow classmates. Everywhere else she looked like she was shiny with sweat or cum. It was the fastest shower in her life as she climbed out onto the bathmat looking for a towel. Reed stood before her holding her clothing as she grabbed the nearest towel and dried herself off quickly. Pulling up her g-string and skirt, she found a trickle of white cream still oozing from her pussy lips. That was to be expected, so would the trickle she expected from her asshole. Her black bra that had fit nicely when they had left was now tight across her tender breasts. "Damn, why did I pound back all those pills, I'm probably going to wake up tomorrow with watermelons for tits," she thought as she fastened the clasp and pulled the tight t-shirt over her head. "Put your mask on and let's get going. I wouldn't want you to miss your next date," he said with a hint of sarcasm, and something else she detected. Was it jealousy she wondered? "No time to worry about that now," she thought. "I need to call Alfred and find out what the plan is." "Uh, Reed. Did you find my shoes anywhere?" "Nope, I guess you'll just have go without unless you want to wade around all those horny guys looking for them and likely get fucked some more?" "I'll pass thanks." The one good thing about the blindfold besides the fact that nobody would know who she was, Olivia had been denied knowing who she had fucked. On her way through the living room though, she was awestruck as she viewed through the mask how packed the room had become since she had first arrived, even worse she saw scores of her classmates staring back at her as she made her way through the crowd. Catcalls rang out as she stepped barefoot through the tightly packed bodies. Dumbfounded, she realized there weren't very many guys at her school she hadn't just fucked! "Thank God they didn't know it was me!" she thought. The cool night air on her skin welcomed the fact that she was leaving the house and could put this all behind her. Arriving at Reed's house, Olivia was glad to see Stacy waiting inside for her. "Let's get moving chick, you need to get your hair dried and some makeup on, and that outfit is just not going to do. Where are your shoes?" Stacy asked seeing the disheveled girl stepping into the house. Ushering her down the hallway and into the bathroom, Stacy did her best ten-minute miracle makeover and turned a drowned rat into a regular street-walker. Ordering her friend to strip down, she presented the outfit she had brought for her to wear for the evening. It was an outfit that would remove all doubt what their intentions were for the evening. A thin white spandex tube top hugged her enormous tits showing off her areolas with their diamond studded nipples very clearly. The micro mini-skirt would barely cover her ass cheeks she figured, as she looked at the tiny piece of cloth. "Do you have any underwear for me, I'm still leaking and these ones are soaked?" Olivia inquired. Stripping them down from her soggy pussy, Olivia saw for the first time the abuse her pussy had been through throughout the course of the day. "Good Lord girl, look at your pussy, it's all red and swollen!" Stacy muttered. "It looks like raw meat! How many guys did you fuck tonight?" "Thanks for the compliment and I have no idea. Probably at least as many as this morning, maybe more," she answered, keeping secret the fact that she had just fucked pretty much every boy in their school, plus thirty or more of Jake's brother's friends. "Good God" she thought, "I fucked over a hundred guys today and I'm not even done yet! How the hell am I even going to walk tomorrow?" "Does it hurt?" Stacy asked. "Not really, well ... maybe a little," I'm still a little messed up from the cream I used before I left and the coke I snorted," Olivia replied. "That was four hours ago. There's no way you're still feeling that. What did you take at the party?" "Nothing. Well, they gave me a few drinks, maybe it's the booze?" "Uh huh, maybe. Well, let's take care of that before it does start to hurt and puts you out of commission for tonight," Stacy said as she dug into her purse and pulled out her own baggy of coke. Licking her finger she coated it generously with the white powder and then proceeded to finger her friend's pussy coating the inside with the narcotic. Instantly, any tenderness Olivia had been feeling in her pussy melted away as her best friend worked her finger in and out of her now very happy hole. The two girls each snorted two generous lines of the heavenly powder and just like that, they were ready to get the night started. Pulling up the white g-string Stacy had provided, and the hot pink micro-mini skirt, Olivia matched the equally slutty dress of her friend as they headed down the hallway. "Here are your stripper shoes to complete the look," Stacy added as she put the clear plastic platform shoes down on the floor in front of her and then proceeded to put on her own identical pair. With their stripper shoes in place, they looked each other over and each girl smiled at the resulting look. They looked like they could have easily passed for common street whores, although they were much too hot to lower themselves to that standard. A honking horn out front signaled the arrival of their ride. Looking out the window, Olivia saw a small bus parked out front. "What's that for?" she asked. "Our ride I guess, let's go," Stacy added and handed Olivia her purse, and grabbing her own, said goodbye to Reed and walked out the door. Olivia went to give Reed a quick kiss on the lips and as she did, he grabbed her pussy from under the skirt and he smiled. She gave him an odd look and said goodbye and walked out into the night air after her friend. A smile crept across Reed's face as he felt the wetness from her crotch. With all the cum she'd had shot into her pussy tonight, he figured her uterus was overflowing with the stuff. The little plug was working just liked he'd hoped. God knew how much more cum she'd get pumped into her tonight? At least whatever might have leaked out since they left the graduation party would certainly be replaced by whatever that black guy's boss had planned for her tonight. He hadn't really thought about what he'd tell her if by some chance the plug fell out and she saw it wasn't really a plug at all. But what did he care? It wasn't like she wasn't going to stop being his whore, or this Alfred guy's whore either. His plans of keeping her all to himself had gone up in smoke when he saw her true abilities tonight. From now on she'd be a very busy girl. Climbing onto the little buss, Olivia saw that it was one of those shuttle buses they use for hotels and car rental places. It had cushioned seats lining the walls with an open area in the middle, usually intended for standing room passengers. Tonight it would be their travelling stripping stage. The bus driver was some low-life looking guy that occasionally worked for Alfred. He gave Olivia the creeps the way her leered at the two of them. He had an aura of danger to him the made them both nervous. "Alfred is going to have you girls entertain the bachelor party guys for while in between bar-hop stops, then I think they're taking you back to their hotel. It's a two hour gig, we'll have you home before one o'clock." "Sounds good," Stacy replied. "Now who wants to blow me before we stop and pick up the guys?" he said looking from one to the other, his lecherous smile never waning. Stacy offered, she was never very picky about who she fucked or sucked, and dove head first into his lap. Slurping sounds could be heard echoing around the empty metal vehicle as Olivia watched him continually looking at her through the rear-view mirror. He was just as creepy as Mr. Fletcher her school's principal, and that was saying something! She giggled at the thought, as she found a seat to sit on that gave her some privacy from the creepy driver. As her bottom hit the seat, Olivia thought she could feel something squirt out of her. With a few seconds, more cum was dripping into the crotch of her g-string. "What the fuck? I thought I got it all out in the shower," she said to herself. Grabbing a tissue from her purse, she did her best to wipe the cum from the lining of the g-string, and what was still dripping slowly from her pussy lips. Looking up, she saw the driver leering at her as she wiped up her pussy. "What a fucking weirdo," she thought as she saw Stacy start to get to her feet. The smile across his face told the story about the quality job Stacy did on his tool. The creepy guy was freaking her out, he might be the lone reason that this potentially fun evening might get completely ruined, she thought to herself. Five minutes later, the bus pulled up in front of Alfred's strip club, just as a group of men spilled out the door. The bus driver opened the door and in piled the group of young good looking guys. They were all in their mid to late twenties and the groom to be was a ruggedly handsome guy who was to be the object of their attention. "That is going to be a very fun and easy job with all these hot guys," Olivia thought. Stacy must have agreed as she wasted no time climbing onto the lap of the young groom and started rubbing her g-string clad pussy up and down his jean-covered crotch. The plan was quite simple, the bus would stop at predetermined bars and the guys would go in, pound back a few shots, then climb back on the bus and head for the next bar. Those who chose to stay behind with the girls were to be ridiculed at some later point in time. Although once the guys got a good look at the girls, they decided they would relax that rule somewhat. The guys were led to believe the girls were just strippers, and if they chose to do more than just strip, then those details could be worked out between the girls and the guys. Alfred thought it would be a funny joke to unleash the two little nymphos on them and see the reaction on their faces as the girls put the guys through their paces. The miniature camera he had installed on the bus would record everything that happened inside, and protect him if one of the guys happened to inform the police of the girl's potential underage status. Music started playing and Olivia started a sexy dance, imitating her previous striptease from earlier that evening, while Stacy continued her lap dance on the obviously very interested groom. Stacy reached down and undid the zipper of the groom and fished his pole out of his pants and immediately got down to suckle the thick member. Within minutes she was back on his lap, her g-string pulled aside, and her pussy sliding up and down his hard cock. Her characteristic noisy vocalizations echoed throughout the buss as she fucked the groom with a passion and fervor that he'd probably never experience with his bride to be, nor any other woman for that matter. Stacy had quickly become a well-seasoned fuck and was very enthusiastic as everyone on the bus soon found out. Her clothing was quickly removed by the other guys around her, as was Olivia's, and she too soon found herself sliding up and down one of the guy's cocks. It was big and felt perfect as she used her strong legs to propel her body up and down his body, taking pleasure as she was so used to doing. Seeing the size of the cock Stacy was riding, a smile crept across Olivia's face, this was going to be fun, no little teeny-boy cocks here, these were men and ready to fuck them half to death. Olivia gave in to the pleasure as she was passed from cock to cock as the bus rambled along. The bar stops weren't quite what they had planned as only a few guys left to go get their shots of alcohol, the rest remaining on the bus, waiting their next turn at the hot little strippers. There were ten guys in total, and they got the ride of their lives, literally. They arrived at the hotel shortly after eleven o'clock, with only an hour left of their allotted time. Stacy ushered Olivia into the bathroom where they finished off the last of Stacy's baggy of coke. The next hour flew by and the memories of it were vague at best, as the ten men went hard at the two young girls trying to make the most of their time. Through the haze, Olivia found herself on her back on one of the two queen sized beds, her head hanging over the end of the bed. All she could see were the hairy legs of the guy who was jamming his cock down her throat as forcefully as he could. His big meaty hands had her tender swollen breasts in a death grip as he used them to anchor his fleshy tool down her throat as far as he could manage. At the same time some other unseen guy was blasting her pussy as hard and fast as he could, intent to get himself off quickly so the next guy in line could get his turn. She could hear Stacy's loud guttural moaning that signified she was also getting fucked hard, although in her current position, she couldn't see anything other than the guy's legs in front of her, and the typical hotel décor behind him. Green carpet, beige wallpaper, cheap laminated furniture and the rumpled up bedspread bunched up around her neck and shoulders. Any other time, Olivia was sure she could have come up with some witty comment about bodily fluids on hotel furnishings, but at the moment, she was concentrating on timing her breaths with his thrusts so she could keep from suffocating. The cock in her throat starting pulsing as the guy it was attached to made one final lunge before sinking his cock as deeply down her throat as possible. The thick cock seemed to spurt forever as Olivia held her breath waiting for the with guy to finish up so she could breathe again. Pushing back against his legs, the guy finally pulled his dick out of her sore throat allowing the young blond to suck in a much needed breath of air. With her mouth temporarily void of any foreign objects, Olivia was finally able to lift her head up and check out the goings-on on the other bed. Stacy was straddling the groom, fucking his cock into her reddened pussy while one of the other guys rammed her ass from behind. She was sucking face with the groom, who must have been pretty drunk as Olivia could see both their faces glistening from her vantage point. "He must be pretty loaded," Olivia thought as she realized the glaze on the grooms face was man-cum that had likely been coated onto Stacy's face. It made her giggle as she looked up at the guy fucking her pussy. Olivia was instantly horny again, the guy fucking her pussy was gorgeous and he really knew how to use his ample-sized cock. Her attention had been on the guy throat fucking her and although she knew somebody else was balls-deep in her pussy, it was just another cock until now. Grabbing onto his strong arms, she lifted herself up and sat onto his lap, her legs wrapping behind the guy as he wrapped her arms around her torso, her breasts crushing up against his muscular chest. He knew how to fuck she thought, and so did she as the two went it at one on one. In any other setting it would have been quite romantic as the two lovers embraced, their bodies entwined as Olivia felt his cock sink into her depths at a much slower pace than the pounding he had been giving her previously. Olivia's dilated pupils stared into his glazed eyes and she immediately felt an urge to kiss the man. She planted her mouth over his and locked herself on, her tongue searching out his as the two pressed their mouths together hungrily. She could taste the alcohol on his breath and likely, he'd be able to taste the cum on hers as she'd sucked on more cocks today than she could possibly count. Their position gave her incredible stimulation as her clit rubbed up and down his flesh, her nipples doing the same as he rode up and down his rock hard cock. The sounds from Stacy's double fucking just added to Olivia's already overwhelming horniness as she worked herself up for another orgasm. It was an amazing experience when the Queen could take a backseat from her urge to get fucked hard and often, and enjoy intimate passion like Olivia was experiencing right now. Her body was alive as every movement, every touch ignited impulses that fed her brain a continuous release of endorphins, building up what would be an earth-shattering orgasm. Olivia felt her orgasm coming and reached down to stroke her clit as her climax released. Her fingers rubbed furiously as her pussy clamped down on the big cock, her body convulsing through her lengthy orgasm. The guy grunted out as he could hold out no longer, his own orgasm rushing over him as his seed fired out against the soft rubber flange seated at the end of her pussy. Every shot of ropy semen shooting straight up into her overflowing womb. The two lovers held onto each other as their dual releases passed and they melted into the after-cum glow. "Dude, that was cool and all, but can you get off her so I can fuck her next?" Turning her head around, Olivia saw one of the other guys stroking his hard cock looking at her eagerly. "Sure thing big guy," Olivia said as she felt the arms of the guy holding her release her, his softening cock slipping from her sodden hole. Turning over onto her back she welcomed the guy and his cock into her body. Just another cock to add to her scoreboard as the night of sex rolled on. A knock on the door followed by DeShawn's large form entering the room, signaled the end of the party. It had been two hours of straight fucking from the time they got on the bus until now. Both girls were exhausted as they pulled on their skimpy outfits and headed down to DeShawn's Escalade. Olivia's breasts barely fit in the tube top Stacy had picked out for her, they were so swollen. They barely jiggled as she walked down the hallway towards the exit. They seemed more swollen than they were earlier in the evening and definitely much more tender. She couldn't be sure if any of the pain was from the squeezing and pulling they had been subjected to from the sex, or if it was exclusively from the effects of her foolish ingestion of all the remaining pills. Her ass and pussy were actually aching from all their use today, a rare thing for her experienced body. DeShawn pulled into Olivia's driveway at 12:30, giving her a nice comfortable margin of time before her mother would be home. "You girls got time for a little private party?" DeShawn asked. "I'm beat, and I'm pretty sore down there," Olivia replied from the back seat, her hand cupped over her aching pussy. "Plus my mom will be home soon." "I gotcha taken care of," Stacy answered from the passenger seat, her hand reaching over to pat the large lump of soft cock flesh hidden under his jeans. "Go get some rest Liv, I still got a little left in the tank." "Thanks, I'll call you tomorrow," Olivia said as she open the door. "Wait, dontcha wanna get paid girl?" DeShawn asked. "Oh yeah," Olivia said pulling the door closed again. "Cash, coke, or a little of both?" "Uh, just coke is fine, I got cash." "That's cool baby, here you go," DeShawn answered handing over a small baggy of white powder. Climbing up the steps to her house, Olivia let out a sigh of relief, the day was finally over, and long day it had been. Her pussy and ass were sore from all the fucking, her tits were aching, her tummy was crampy, she hurt all over. Closing the door behind her, Olivia shuffled into the kitchen and opened up the cupboard where her mother kept the aspirins and stuff. Swallowing down four Ibuprofens, she poured a bowl of Cheerios and a glass of milk, and headed for her room. Stripping off the tight tube top and pulling down the micro skirt and g-string, Olivia stood before her full-length bedroom mirror and looked at her body. Her tits were enormous, popping all those pills today had been a huge mistake, they looked comparable in size to her mother's, and those were fucking huge. She looked sexy as hell she thought, but almost too comical with her slim hips, toned body and enormous tits perched up on her chest. She was starting to regret wanting her breasts to get as big as they'd grown. Olivia pulled on a pair of her granny underwear and the loosest nightgown she owned, finding it snug over her swollen tits as she sat down on the edge of her bed to eat her bowl of cereal. She thought she felt something squirting inside again as she sat down. "I guess that's to be expected given how much cum was shot into me tonight," she thought. Looking at her cereal bowl, Olivia hadn't realized how hungry she was as she wolfed down the bowl and gulped down the glass of milk. The drugs had really curbed her appetite as she thought back to what she'd eaten today, not much. The cereal did nothing to abate the cramps in her tummy, which she'd assumed was from hunger. Putting her empty glass down, Olivia stood and retrieved her purse and fished out the new baggy of coke along with the remnants her first bag from her purse, and stashed the two bags in the sweater hanging in her closet. Sitting back down on the bed, Olivia thought she felt that squirting feeling again and noticed a sizeable wet spot growing in the crotch of her panties. "Hmm, more cum, I thought it would have all dripped out by now?" she thought as she crawled under the covers, turned off the light and quickly fell asleep. ------- Chapter 16 "What a crappy sleep," Olivia thought as she became aware of light streaming through her window. Her body still ached, her tummy felt crampy, and it felt like her sheets were wrapped around her body all night. To top it off, her underwear felt like they were glued to her skin. Kicking the covers off, Olivia understood why she felt like she'd been wrapped up in her sheets all night, her night gown was stretched tight across her chest. "Oh no, please God no," she whispered as she sat up and looked down. Her nightgown was tented out in front of her body by what could only be her breasts, only today they were larger than she ever thought possible. "Dear God, what have I done?" Olivia whispered in disbelief at the shelf protruding from her chest. Her hands reaching up to verify the obvious, her tits had blown up to ridiculous proportions. At the same time, Olivia felt the squirting sensation from her crotch back again as her full weight came down on her bottom. "I'm a mess," Olivia said out loud as she stood and walked over to her mirror and lifted her nightgown over her head. "Oh shit. What the fuck am I going to do?" she said as she stared at her breasts. The big dose of hormone pills she had taken the previous day had worked their magic, her tits had blown up overnight to a degree she would never have believed if not for the obscenity reflecting back in her mirror. Her mother would be envious of the glorious orbs adorning her chest this morning. If they were D-cups yesterday, they were at least one, if not two cup sizes larger today she figured. Sure they looked spectacular, but there would be no hiding these gigantic tits from anyone, especially her mother. "What's mom going to say when she sees these? There's no way to explain this. She's going to make me show them to her. I gotta get this jewelry off," she thought as she gazed at the large breasts perched on the chest. The diamond and golden nipple studs suddenly looked a lot smaller in proportion today with the enormity of her swollen breasts. Twisting the diamond caps off, Olivia pulled the little gold bars out of each nipple, instantly missing the look it gave her breasts. "At least now if mom checks me, there'll be one less question to answer," Olivia thought as she put the diamond studs in her nightstand drawer. Going back to her mirror, Olivia did something she hadn't done in almost a week, she did her "squeeze test" and found her tiny hands could barely cup her swollen tits, they were very firm to the touch, almost hard they were so swelled up. Thankfully they weren't sore like yesterday, a little tender because of how tight they felt, but not sore to the touch. Speaking of sore, Olivia reached down and pulled her underwear free of her crotch and felt her labia, and amazingly they didn't hurt. Last night her pussy had been pretty tender, today it seemed like it was perfectly fine, back to normal and ready for another busy day, not that she had any plans for today, but her pussy was ready nonetheless. Checking her fingers, Olivia was surprised to see a creamy white residue on them. Sniffing them she found they smelled like semen. "That shouldn't be, I never have cum leaking out of me after a full night's sleep. What the hell is going on with my pussy, why am I still leaking cum?" Standing in front of the mirror in just her underwear, Olivia had a million questions going through her brain that a normal twelve year old should never have to think about, not the least of which was how to continue hiding everything from her mother. "I just gotta keep away from mom today and hope that with the pills all gone, these things go back down to normal. Normal, ha, ha, what's normal for me now? What's normal about anything I'm doing these days? I fuck countless numbers of guys everyday for money, for drugs, and just for the fun of it. Yeah pretty normal for a twelve year old, well, almost thirteen in three months." Noticing that she still had flecks of dried cum on her body, Olivia threw on her bathrobe and bunched it up in the front, trying to hide her gigantic tits as best she could as she headed for the bathroom. Passing by her mom's room, Olivia was glad to see her mom still sleeping, at least she could avoid her for the moment. "I got come up with a plan to get out of the house today so mom doesn't see my tits," she thought, hoping that her boobs would go back down now that she was done with the pills. A nice hot shower later, Olivia felt clean and fresh and was thankfully cum free for the moment as she closed the door to her room, her mom still sleeping soundly. Grabbing one of the 34DD bra's she'd purchased the day before, Olivia strapped it on and found that she had indeed gone bigger, much bigger, the DD wasn't quite enough to hold her new large tits and her cleavage spilled over the top of the cups. Pulling on one of her pairs of sexy bikini panties, Olivia sat down at her computer to check her email, something she hadn't done in days. As her butt hit the seat, she felt the same squirting feeling coming from her crotch, and sure enough within a minute, fresh cum was leaking from her pussy. "This is fucked up, where is this cum coming from?" Pulling her underwear down before yet another pair were coated in cum, Olivia stuck two fingers up her pussy and sure enough, her fingers were coated in creamy white goo. Tasting her fingers, she was positive she still had cum up inside of her somewhere. Sticking a finger in as far as she could go, Olivia was unable to reach the bottom of her canal. "How the hell am I going to get to the bottom if my fingers aren't long enough?" Realizing that the only way to get her fingers deeper was to get her fingers in farther, Olivia attempted to push more fingers in and push as much of her hand in as possible. With the activity stimulating her own lubrication, combined with the small amount of cum, Olivia was able to finally get the four fingers of her hand inserted into her very tight, and very stretched tunnel. "What the fuck is that?" Olivia wondered as her finger tip came in contact with something at the end of her pussy. "Oh yeah, the plug Reed put it, but what's that?" she wondered as her finger nail found the opening and sunk in a little. "It's a hole. But Reed said it was a plug. Why would a plug have a hole?" Using her fingernails, Olivia was able to find the edge and get her nails underneath it. Pulling gently, she could feel the little device resist her efforts. It felt like she was pulling her insides out as she applied more pressure to the soft edge of the plug and felt it give a little, a little squirt of cum along with it. "Now or never," she thought as she pulled hard on the device and felt it break free and pull out of her cervix, along with a gush of fluid. The crampy feeling in her tummy instantly went away as the gush of fluid attempted to escape around her hand. "Oh shit!" Olivia gasped as she immediately released her grip on the plug and pulled her hand free, cupping her fingers over her vaginal opening. Knowing that she just unplugged a gusher, Olivia looked around and saw her empty glass from last night's drink of milk, sitting on her nightstand. Feeling the liquid starting to leak around her fingers, she grabbed the glass and let the flow release. It was only a few ounces, but it was a few ounces of semen that was jammed up in her womb she realized. As the flow reduced to a slow drip into the glass, Olivia reached up into her vagina and felt for the plug and finding it, pulled it free. "How about that, it's hollow," she observed as she rolled the soft device around in her fingers. "No wonder I had cum leaking out of me all night, this thing kept it all inside." With all of the cum apparently done leaking out of her womb, Olivia held up the glass to examine the contents. "So that's what a glass of cum looks like!" Olivia joked as she put it down on her nightstand and proceeded to pull her panties back into position. Finding some comfortable shorts and a loose t-shirt, Olivia finished getting dressed and grabbed the glass of cum, intent on getting rid of it as fast as possible. Opening her door, Olivia saw the bathroom door closed and heard the shower on and realized her mother was up. "Oh shit, this t-shirt isn't going to hide these babies quite well enough," she thought as she turned around and walked over to her bed where she'd thrown her bathrobe. "That's a little better," she thought as she looked at her appearance in the mirror. The sound of the shower turning off go her attention back to the problem at hand, getting rid of the glass full of man seed. "I Gotta get to the kitchen fast!" she thought as she hustled down the hallway. "Hi sweetie, how ya doing this morning?" "Aw shit..." Olivia thought as she continued down the hallway. "Hey, where ya going in such a hurry?" her mom asked as she stepped out into the hallway. "Nowhere mom, just taking some dirty dishes to the kitchen," she said as she turned around to face her mom, her hand holding the glass hidden behind her body. "Is that glass of milk fresh?" "Milk? Uh yeah, it's fresh alright." "Well, give it to me if you aren't going to drink it." "What?" "I found your cereal bowl spilled all over the living room floor when I got home last night and it was a helluva mess. I'm not going to have you making messes and wasting good food like that so if you aren't going to drink your milk, give it to me and I'll drink it." Lauren lectured to her normally very responsible daughter. "Uh no, I'll drink it," Olivia said as she turned her back on her mother and headed for the kitchen, looking down at the glass with the white creamy gel inside. Intending to dump it into the sink, Olivia heard her mother's footsteps behind her and knew she had no choice. "Bottoms up," she thought as she put the glass to her lips and tipped it back. The semen had cooled and congealed into chunky globs as it filled her mouth. Knowing she had just seconds to down the mass before her mother would be close enough to see the substance wasn't actually milk, Olivia chugged and swallowed as the best she could. The sticky cum coated her teeth and went down much more difficultly than she expected. It was one thing to drink down hundreds of cum shots straight from the source when it was still smooth and creamy and still warm; it was entirely another when it was cooled and congealed. "What a way to start your day," Olivia thought. She actually thought she could feel the chunks sliding down her throat. As if her day wasn't already hard enough with her melon-sized tits, now she had a tummy full of cold sperm adding to her understandably souring mood. Gagging the last swallow down, Olivia turned on the tap and began rinsing the glass with hot water as she used her tongue to scrape the thick slime from her teeth. Surprisingly, she found the remaining cum stuck like glue to the sides of the glass and knew she'd have to clean it off or her mother would realize it wasn't milk. "Fuck, why is this stuff so sticky when it's cold?" she wondered as she squirted soap into the glass and let the water foam it up. "You don't need to wash it too honey," her mother said from behind her. "You can just leave it for me to do, I don't mind. I was a little harsh back there, I'm sorry." "It's okay mom, you're right," Olivia replied, her voice a little garbled from the slime still coating her throat. "I should have cleaned up my mess last night. I think I fell asleep in the chair and it must have fallen over. I guess I was so tired, I woke up and went to bed, forgetting all about it," Olivia replied while leaning over the sink, her arms hopefully hiding the mass of breast tissue protruding from her chest. "So what did you do last night?" "Just hung out with Stacy doing girl stuff, you know..." "I like Stacy, she's such as sweet girl." "All the guys fucking her think the same thing mom! As a matter of fact, the hundred guys who fucked your daughter yesterday thought so too!" Olivia thought sarcastically, and with just a hint of annoyance mixed in. "Um yeah, she is. Speaking of Stacy, is it ok if I go over to her house this morning?" "Awww, I was hoping you'd like to hang out with your mom today." "I got pumpkins for tits, are you crazy woman! I'm going to avoid you like the plague," she thought again. "Please mom?" "Well ... that's fine," her mom replied. Secretly, Lauren was kinda glad she'd have some time to herself. After the beach house "encounter" a fire had been lit inside Lauren Hastings. Her dormant sex drive had been awakened and she was dying to put it to use. With her work schedule, traditional methods like hitting the bar scene were out of the question, so she had subscribed to a more modern method. Yesterday Lauren had gone online and had surfed around looking for a dating site she felt comfortable with. After going through several regular sites, she found most of them were designed to find the "perfect" soul mate, and she wasn't looking for a husband. She wanted to meet guys and if she felt the right vibe, maybe jump in the sack with one of them. She ended up on one called Cougar Hunters that seemed to specialize in younger men looking for more mature women. This was more of a hook-up-for-sex connection and it could be just what she was looking for. Figuring she'd attract more interest if she showed off all her assets, the picture she selected for her profile showed off her ample bosom as well as her still-attractive face. Lauren was eager to check her email account and wanted to do it with some privacy, Olivia going over to her friend's house would be the perfect time for that. Satisfied she had scrubbed the sticky cum from the glass, Olivia put the glass in the dishwasher and headed for her room, satisfied she'd escaped her mother's watchful eye for both the soiled glass and her protruding chest. Grabbing her cell phone she called Stacy's number and was pleasantly surprised when she picked it up right away. "Were your ears burning Liv?" "Why, should they be?" "I was talking with Phil, remember him?" "Steve's friend right?." "Yeah, I haven't seen him in like a week, and he wanted to know if we'd come over. He's got a bag of weed and he has a pool." "So what, we show up and there's fifty guys waiting for us expecting a good time?" "No, I don't think so, but that that sounds like a great idea!" "No, stop there. Not today, do you remember when we got home last night from the place?" Olivia whispered. "Which place, the porn shop?" "Yeah, well ... I kinda took the last of my medicine all in one shot and..." "And what?" "My tits blew up." "What do you mean? Are they huge or something?" "Friggin' gigantic! I just want to keep a low profile today and hope they go down now that my pills are all gone." "GET OVER HERE NOW! I GOTTA SEE THEM!" Stacy shouted into the phone. "I'm so totally going to do that too. Fuck this two pills a day bullshit, I'm going to get mine right now and I'm gonna ... wait, how many did you take?" "Five at once, but it made them really sore, plus they're really stretched tight, like overfilled water balloons. I mean they feel rock hard they're so stuffed." "Alright, I'll only take four for now, but get over here right away, I gotta see those tits!" "Let me just put on my bathing suit and I'll be right over." Olivia went through her drawers looking for a bathing suit that would cover her gigantic melons and found one of the string bikinis that she'd got from the clothing store the night Steve took her and Stacy out shopping. It was white string bikini and it wasn't going to cover everything, but it would cover more than any of her other suits. Stripping off the bathrobe and her clothes, she tied the bottom strap around her torso and slid it around. Adjusting the triangular patches of fabric over her bloated breasts, Olivia tied the top straps behind her head and looked in the mirror to see plenty of breast-meat hanging out all over the place. Anywhere other than a private backyard, the bikini top left little to the imagination and would be considered obscene. Pulling the bottoms up her semi-naked body, Olivia was pleased that at least the bottoms fit well, although the thin material gave her a very visible camel-toe. Olivia sighed as she looked at the spectacle in the mirror. She was perfectly sexy as a C-cup. As a D-cup she looked even sexier, but bordered on being too Barbie doll-ish. In her current DD-plus size, she looked like she should be doing porn movies, and not good ones either! She'd done this to herself and had only herself to blame. Her pissy mood only got worse as she looked in the mirror at what she'd done to herself. "Snap out of it Olivia. Stop being such a downer," she thought. "My tits are going to go back down in a day or two now that the hormones are all gone. It'll be okay, just get through it as best you can. Put a smile on your face and just do it you big baby!" she scolded herself. Her sour mood was made just a little worse by the growing call from her brain and body for the white dust she'd been using to fuel her hormonally driven sex addiction. The coke made her orgasms monumentally huge, and her constant use of the drug over the last few days was taking its toll. She was edgy, and although she suspected it was just from the abuses she'd put upon her mind and body from the hormone pills and from all the sex, deep down inside she knew the white dust was calling and that just a little snort would make the edginess go away. Going to her closet, Olivia retrieved the smaller of the two baggies of coke and opened it up. Dumping a small pile onto her desk, Olivia used the cut-up drinking straw she kept to snort up the little pile of powder. The rush instantly hit her brain and suddenly everything was right again in the world. Her big tits were no longer something she dreaded adorning her chest, they were sexy again, and begging to be touched and shown off. Her edginess melted away as the drugs intoxicated her brain; it was like consuming joy. The high was always followed by lots of sex, and her body involuntarily prepared for it, her nipples crinkling up, her pussy lubricating, awaiting the next intruder. Knowing Stacy's plans to go over to Phil's house would result in her having sex, the drugs told her brain that sex was exactly what she needed. Removing the bikini, Olivia pulled her g-string back on and slipped her shorts back up her supple thighs. Looking in the mirror Olivia knew that she was missing something and then she realized, her nipple studs were gone. Figuring it was safe to put them back in, Olivia pulled them out of the drawer she stashed them in and poked them back through the holes. If not for her precious high, it might have hurt putting them through two day old freshly pierced holes, but the little sting was quickly gone as she went about stuffing her enormous breasts into the too-small DD-cup bra. Donning her loose t-shirt and packing her bikini in her backpack, Olivia slipped the baggy of coke in as well and grabbed a light jacket to wear. It was much too warm for a jacket, but Olivia hoped she could get out the door without her mother noticing her boobs again. "See ya mom!" Olivia yelled as she headed out the door and went around the side of the house to grab her bike. Coming to the front door still in her own bathrobe, Lauren yelled out to her daughter as she began pedaling down the drive, "Are you coming home before I go to work?" "We're gonna hang out at Stacy's by the pool all day mom, so probably not!" she said as she waved goodbye and headed down the street. Lauren watched as her beautiful daughter rode away, happy that she had such a well behaved and trusted friend like Stacy. Going back inside, Lauren practically sprinted over to the computer they kept in the spare bedroom and turned it on, surfing to the Cougar Hunters website. She had twenty-eight new messages! Reading through some of the first messages, Lauren was astonished at the boldness of some of the young men who'd responded to her profile. The things they wanted to do to her shocked her rather innocent nature. She was used to the old men in her care at work making passes at her, and she'd just chalked it up to them being dirty old men. These young men were saying things that were making her blush, and getting her pretty hot under the collar, not to mention and little moist "down there". By the fifth response, Lauren had opened her bathrobe up and had her hand deep into her sensible full-cut panties. Her untrimmed bush was coated with her excretions as she pleasured herself to the lewdness of these young men's comments. They weren't all handsome, in fact only a few of them were, but they all had one thing in common, they really, really wanted to get to know Lauren Hastings. Nervously she responded to every one of the young men's messages. To the gross ones, she pleasantly thanked them for their interest, but told them she had already met someone. To the rest she'd requested their contact information and when she had time, she'd give them a call. She already had her favorites picked out and added them to her "friends list". She had no sooner clicked "add" to one of them when a small message box popped up on the screen from the same person she'd just added. It was an instant message and the first one she'd ever received. They chatted for a while and before too long the young man had made some very suggestive comments and had her flustered and aroused at the same time. It was all happening very fast and although the old Lauren would have never responded with some of the sexy and flirtatious replies, the new Lauren had. Whether it was the excitement of the moment, or the fact the she had two fingers knuckle-deep in her pussy while they were chatting, Lauren found herself agreeing to meet the man that very morning for coffee. "What are you doing Lauren? You just met this guy online. Why are you agreeing to meet some guy you know nothing about? Because I want to. I want to have meaningless sex with a total stranger. A HOT total stranger at that!" she said to herself as she scurried about putting on makeup and finding something sexy to wear. Her closet was the epitome of bland and boring and nothing in there would be even remotely sexy. Waking into Olivia's room, Lauren wondered in any of her daughters clothes would fit. She didn't really have anything sexy either, but maybe something would fit that would work for the moment. Going through her drawer, Lauren found a few new skirts she hadn't seen before, and a few spandex numbers that she'd definitely never seen before! "Where did Olivia get these?" she wondered, and why? One of the skirts was very pretty and looked expensive and had an elastic waist that actually did fit, and looked really great on her. While she was searching for a top she might be able to borrow, Lauren noticed the jar of cream that Dr. Sanders had prescribed and remembered how it made her pussy tingle that day at the beach. "Hmmm, I wonder..." Lauren thought as she picked up the jar and walked to her bedroom. ------- Riding a bike stoned isn't the easiest thing in the world to do Olivia realized as she swerved along, heading towards her best friend's house. The curb kept jumping out at her and the grass along the boulevard was a fuzzy blur as the coke worked its magic on her nervous system. It made her pussy tingle as the soft but firm seat applied pressure to her loins. Pressing her pelvis down onto the seat in "just the right way" was distracting her from the already difficult job of keeping her concentration on the road. To make matters worse, the distinctive ring from her cell phone meant her mother was trying to reach her. Pulling over, and rummaging for her phone, Olivia answered, "Hi mom, what's up?" "Hi honey, some boy just called, said he needed to speak to you right away. He said he didn't have your cell phone number but said he was in your class, I took down his number. Do you have it already?" "Who called? What boy?" "He said his name was Jake. I don't remember a Jake in your class? Who is this boy?" "He's in the grade above mine. I ran into him at the mall the other day, maybe that's why he's calling." "Well, do you want the number or should I just throw it away?" In the back of her mind, warning bells were ringing loudly. Even in her completely stoned state last night, there was no doubt that Jake knew it was her, Olivia Hastings he was fucking, the school princess, and that she loved every inch of his cock. Not wanting to raise any alarm bells with her mother and have Jake calling her mother again, Olivia responded, "Sure mom, I'll just call him and find out what he wants. Can you text me his number?" "Sure thing honey. Have a fun day." ------- "Jake, it's Olivia, you called?" she said, still straddling her bike and standing with one foot on the curb and one on the road. "Cinderella, how's it going? You feeling good today?" "Uh yeah, why?" she asked nervously. "Did you have a good time at the ball last night?" "Jake, what are you talking about?" she asked, knowing full well he was trying to get her to admit to taking part in their little orgy last night. "You know, Cinderella at the ball. You know the story right?" "Uh yeah, what about it?" "Well, Cinderella lost a glass slipper fleeing from the ball. You left both of your glass slippers at my house when your pimp ran your ass out the door last night. Care to come over and get your glass slippers, or should I take them to your house and tell your mom you left them at my house?" Olivia was quite familiar with being blackmailed and was getting tired of the threats, even though his threat did carry some weight. "Jake, tell you what, I'll make you a deal, I'll come over to your house and maybe once in a while I'll fuck you, but I'll do it on my terms and only when I say! You aren't the only one who can make threats you know. I know people that can make your life very unpleasant! That work for ya?" she bellowed into the phone, not caring if anyone around her heard her rather crude discourse. Doing his best to keep up the bravado, Jake replied, "You better get over here now and prove it or I'll tell everyone at school you're a slut and that you fucked just about every guy in the school." "Look jerk, I made you a legitimate offer, so are you gonna shut up and take the deal, or should I call my bodyguard to come over to your house and beat the shit out of you?" "Fine, are you coming over now?" he asked with just a wee bit too much eagerness in his voice. "I gotcha, I got the control, not you, you little shit," she thought as she agreed to stop over on her way to Stacy's house. He was, after all, conveniently on the way to her house. I quick little wham bam and she'd be on her way in no time. Knocking on Jake's door, it seemed like a bad dream as it had only been a little over twelve hours since she'd walked out of here, her holes thoroughly violated by a house full of teen boys. Opening the door was Jake and his shit-eating grin, "Come on in princess." Entering the house, Olivia saw that they'd done very little to clean up the mess they'd made from the party, garbage was strewn about and empty bottles of all sorts still littered the floor. Fortunately the house seemed deserted as Olivia hadn't really thought about what she'd do if anyone else had been there, especially someone she recognized. Then again, she'd spent such a short amount of time with the mask on, and most of it with the blindfold on. Most of the faces she'd briefly seen had blurred together anyway, and she doubted she'd remember anyone but her schoolmates, and that was plenty enough. Jake hadn't been kidding when he said she'd fucked just about every guy in her school, she had, and only he and she knew it. Even blindfolded, it was easy to tell her schoolmates from Jake's brother's friends, their dicks were so little in comparison. Jake's dad on the other hand had put them all to shame with the great big monster he was packing. "I wonder if he's home?" she thought. Memories of his big cock filled her mind as Jake led her over to the couch. "Why don't you strip down for me? I'd love to see that beautiful body of yours naked on my couch again." It wasn't really a question as much as a command as Jake watched Olivia shift her weight from one foot the other, her body language telling the tale of her uncertainty. "Look Jake, I have some place I have to be right now, how about a blow job?" "A naked blow job? At least let me see you naked." "Fine," Olivia replied and began to quickly undress as she watched Jake fumbling with his own clothing, shedding it as quickly as he could. Within seconds, both were naked and Jake's hands quickly found their way to Olivia's body. "I said a blow job, and you agreed right?" she said as she batted his hands away from her tits. "Sorry, couldn't help myself," Jake said as he stared at what were much larger breasts than she was sporting the previous night. "What happened to your tits, they're so much bigger than last night? What did you do to them?" "Nothing. If you're just going to keep asking questions, I'm outa here." "Sorry, where do you want me, on the couch?" "Yeah, that's fine." "How about if I sit like this and then you can lie on the couch next to me?" he gestured as he took a seat on the end of the couch, giving Olivia lots of room to spread out. His cock was already pointing skyward as he waited for Olivia to work her magic on his dick again. Hoping to get out of the creepy place as quickly as possible, Olivia dropped her head down into the boys lap and took his penis into her experienced mouth. Sucking him in deep, she went to work with both her hand and her mouth, stroking the hard flesh-pole, hoping to get him off right away. His hands immediately went to work crawling all over her body, rubbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples which hardened in the cool air. If he was trying to get a reaction out of her, it was working. Olivia loved having her nipples toyed with, and even though she still found Jake a little repulsive, not because of his looks or his physical appearance, he was still a boy she went to school with, and even though she'd fucked him already, she still had that thin barrier in her mind she didn't want broken (again). Fucking an unseen cock with a blindfold on was easy to deny, having to look up into the eyes of a boy you pass in the halls at school was entirely different. Jake's one hand worked its way down to Olivia's pussy and began working his fingers into her folds. The stimulation from the bike ride had left her moist, and the dick in her mouth was doing nothing but making it leak even more, despite the boy it belonged to. It was so hot and wet, and seemed like it was begging for attention. Jake's ministrations were eliciting a constant moaning from the beautiful blond that tickled his cock as she sucked up and down on it. He was going to lose it in just a matter of seconds and he couldn't do anything to stop it, her blow jobs were just that good. Not that Jake was an expert on the subject, but Olivia seemed to really know what she was doing. "Yeah, suck that cock, you know you love it. Don't you slut?" No response. "Admit it slut, you love sucking cock, don't you?" he said a little louder. Olivia nodded her head as her arousal increased. Yeah, she was going to let him fuck her. There wasn't much she wouldn't be interested in doing once she got aroused. He wasn't very good at playing with a pussy, but he could be taught she thought, and it was enough to get her turned on to the point where she'd be game for anything. Like a good slut, she didn't turn down sex with anyone, not if they asked anyway. "Why don't you get up and fuck me now," Jake ordered. Complying, Olivia lifted her head from his swollen member and climbed up on his lab, straddling his legs. Grabbing his stiff pole, Olivia guided it to her pussy and rubbed it up and down the length of her slit, greasing his cock with her pussy juice. Pushing back against the tip of his cock, her vaginal opening swallowed him up inch by inch. Dropping her hips down drove his tool in as deeply as his thirteen year old cock could manage. "In time he might get as big as his dad," she thought. "So how long have you been fucking Olivia?" "Not long," she sighed as her practiced movements kicked in, her slick pussy riding up and down on his member like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. "Like maybe a week or so." "How many guys have you fucked? I mean, last night there must have been like thirty of Johnny's friends plus the guys from our school. That must have been like fifty or more. That's a ton of guys." "I don't know how many guys, I was blindfolded last night." "Yeah, but aside from last night, how many have you done? Like ten or more?" "Oh yeah, plenty more than that," she giggled. The notion that she'd only fucked ten other guys made her laugh. The truth was, she'd fucked so many she really had no concept of how many guys she'd fucked. The previous nine days had blended together with all the fucking so that one day seemed just like the next, some days it was only a handful, other days like yesterday, it was an endless stream of guys. "Over twenty? I mean twenty more than those guys from last night?" "I think I did like a hundred yesterday." "Holy shit! You fucked like a hundred different guys yesterday?" he asked incredulously. "Yep." "Is that the only time you've fucked that many in a day?" "Nope." So you've fucked that many more than once?" "Yep," she sighed again as she picked up the pace. Olivia wanted to get an orgasm and the twenty-questions was starting to distract her from achieving her goal. "Pinch my nipples will ya? It'll make me cum faster," Olivia spoke as she mashed her pussy down onto his pelvis, stimulating her clitoris as much as she could. "You've fucked hundreds of guys more than once! So what, you've fucked like two hundred, three hundred, five hundred?" "I don't know, stop asking so many questions." "Can I invite some of the guys over here for the next time you come over then?" "I dunno, maybe," she replied as she felt her orgasm getting closer and closer. His efforts on her nipples still showed his inexperience, but it was getting the job done enough to get her to the brink. "I'm gonna cum," Jake shouted out as he felt the hot velvet glove enveloping his cock suck the cum right out of him. A second later Olivia felt her orgasm release as she felt Jake's pulsing cock shoot his seed into her fuck tube. Collapsing onto the boy, Olivia felt her breasts crushing up against his thin chest. He was still just a boy, but his cock would do in a pinch the slut in her concluded. "Can we do that again?" Jake asked. "I gotta go, some other time." "Did you mean what you said a minute ago?" "About what?" "Inviting some of the guys over to fuck you too." "I don't know if that's such a good idea..." "That's not a "no"." "I guess it's not," Olivia replied as she grabbed her g-string off the floor and started pulling it on followed by her shorts. Her boobs spilled over the top of her bra but it would have to do until they hopefully shrunk back down a little, or until she could get bigger bras. "What's bigger than a DD?" she wondered as she saw Jake sitting there, his cock still mostly hard. He looked like a lost puppy, not knowing what to do as the hottest girl he'd likely every get to be with, dressed in front of him preparing to walk out the door. "Maybe, how's that?" she suggested as a smile lit up on his face from ear to ear at the prospect of fucking her again, maybe even his friends too. "Fucking awesome. Can we do it tomorrow?" "Nope. If and when, I'll decide, not you, okay?" "Fine," he replied, knowing that if she was considering fucking his friends, and her schoolmates, that any power he thought he had over her was gone. "Where are my shoes from last night?" "In my room down the hall, on the bed." Olivia found the shoes just like he'd said, and threw them in her bag and headed out the door towards Stacy's house, leaving a contented Jake sitting on the couch still naked. ------- Lauren hadn't been this nervous since she'd gone into labor with Olivia. The car ride over to Starbucks was about a half an hour, but it seemed to fly by as she found the agreed upon location. He'd beat her there and judging by the look on his face as she approached, she was everything her profile picture offered and more. He was a handsome guy who looked to be in his mid-twenties, tousled brown hair and a carefree face. He looked like he could have stepped out of an ad for Hilfiger or something. The look he was giving off suggested she was a piece of meat and he was a starving wolf. It was turning her on, and she hadn't even gotten to the table yet. "Hi, I'm Lauren," she said as she offered her hand. Ignoring her hand, he leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek. Lauren could smell his cologne, it was light and breezy and for some reason made her think of the beach. The beach, she got fucked at the beach. She didn't remember much from the event, but she knew that she got fucked and that it had ignited the spark that had led to this meeting, and she knew that this guy stood a pretty good chance of getting fucked to. Lauren couldn't even recall if she'd drank her coffee as her focus returned to the guy pounding into her sopping pussy. She was on her back at a Motel 6 with her "coffee date" thrusting into her, his latex-sheathed cock piercing her pussy with an animal passion that sometimes only "stranger-sex" can offer. They were rutting like animals in heat. Inhibitions were left at the door as the two rolled around fucking, sucking, licking, and groping in as many positions as they could work in. Lauren had never enjoyed sex with her husband and all she recalled from the beach house, was that she'd fucked that kid, what was his name again? She was really sore all over that night and into the next day, even her butt hurt. "Did he put his penis in my butt?" she'd wondered. She'd been sore enough that she'd wondered if more than one boy had had sex with her. She'd know after this encounter as this guy was really fucking her pussy good, and for the first time that she could recall, she was enjoying it, no loving it was more accurate. ------- Olivia parked her bike up against the side of Stacy's house and went inside. By now Jake's cum had dripped down into her g-string and had thoroughly coated the thin strip of material. "Maybe Reed's plug isn't such a bad idea after all. At least it keeps the cum from soaking through my underwear when I wear any, or from running down my legs if I don't," she thought as she walked up to the front door and knocked. A few minutes later Phil answered the door and gave Olivia a big hug. She hadn't seen him since her second day of fucking and truthfully wouldn't have remembered his face if Stacy hadn't said he'd be over. All the faces had kinda blended together over the last nine or ten days, just like all the dicks pretty much looked the same these days. She'd had more in the last week than what ten women would see in a lifetime, and they were only a week into their summer break. "How many guys will I have fucked by the time school starts up again?" she wondered as Phil led her upstairs towards Stacy's room. Stacy was laying there naked, her prominent boobs sticking up from her chest. "What do you think Liv? Uh, I took your advice and popped like four pills last night and another four this morning. It's like fucking magic, they blew up like yours did, only I still got a long way to go to get to your size. Speaking of, holy shit! They did get fucking huge overnight! Take your top off and show me!" Stacy was right on both counts, both of their tits were noticeably bigger, Stacy's probably a C-cup now and looking mighty fine she thought too. Her pupils looked dilated, she was stoned again, probably on the same thing she'd snorted herself. Stacy was just casually laying there completely nude, and from the look of her pussy, she and Phil had been fucking when she knocked on the door. Phil dropped his shorts down to the floor and climbed back on top of her best friend, his cock searching out her well-fucked cunt. Stacy spread her legs and happily welcomed him back into her velvety confines. Olivia had seen Stacy get fucked hundreds of times and thought nothing of it as she watched the two coupling in front of her. Within minutes Stacy was screaming out her obvious satisfaction at Phil's efforts. The trait apparently ran in the family as Olivia could hear the distinct sounds of sex coming through the walls. "Who's that?" she said gesturing to the next room. Steve and Katy. She usually doesn't get together with him until after lunch, but she's doubling up on her pills too and she said she's extra horny today and since Phil was coming over, he tagged along. "Oh. So what are we doing today? I thought you said something about weed and a pool?" Olivia asked as she started peeling off her shorts, intent on getting the sticky g-string out of her crack. "Hey can I have some of that?" Phil asked looking at Olivia's golden fleeced pussy as she finished dropping the sopping g-string to the floor. "I don't mind as long as you don't mind," Stacy said as she patted Phil on the ass. "Yeah sure," Olivia replied as she finished undressing and joined the two on the bed, laying down on her back next to her friend. Olivia watched Phil lifted up off of Stacy and guided his hard cock, slick with Stacy's pussy juices into her own pussy, still wet from her own secretions and the last dregs of Jake's cum. A half hour later, Phil had dumped two loads into Olivia's pussy and none in Stacy's for some unknown reason, as he climbed off and announced they should get going over to his house. Stacy wanted to do another two lines of coke and Olivia joined her as her body was craving it. Her little hit from before had completely worn off. It was just a little for fun she told herself, as her brain cooked in the glory of the intoxicant. Olivia perched her ass over the toilet before dressing, hoping Phil's cum would drip out so she didn't have another soiled crotch. "I shoulda worn a skirt instead of these shorts," she thought as she heard the little splashes from the cum as it leaked out and hit the water below her. Not wanting to make a mess of her bikini bottoms just yet, Olivia pulled up her shorts commando style and put on her bikini top, as much as she could fit into it, and pulled her t-shirt on over top. Stacy stuffed her ripe body into the skimpiest bikini Olivia'd ever seen and didn't even bother to put a t-shirt on to cover up her boobs as they attempted to bust out of the skimpy top. The three walked out of her room and banged on Katy's door yelling that it was time to go. Piling into Phil's car, the five made the short drive in a matter of minutes and as they pulled up to Phil's house, Olivia saw by the number of cars present, they weren't the first ones there. Heads turned when the pair of girls walked in as the guys got a look at what little Stacy had on. She played it up as only Stacy knew how, strutting by, her bigger tits thrust out for all to see, her hips swaying in an over-exaggerated manner. It was comical but they guys enjoyed it. The smell of pot clung in the air and Olivia recalled the first time she smoked pot, it was the night Steve popped her cherry and the start of "all this". She liked the high from pot, not quite as much as coke, but they each had their merits as she made a bee-line for the first roach she saw being passed around. Plunking down on the couch next to the last guy to toke, Olivia grabbed what was left of the joint and puffed in a lung-full. It burned and she coughed three of four times, but it felt good and she thought she could already feel the high starting to kick in. Grabbing her cell phone, Olivia called her mother to let her know she would be staying at Stacy's until after dinner, well, that's what she intended to do except that her mother never answered their home phone. Calling her cell, Olivia got her voice mail and left her the message. "I wonder where mom is?" she wondered as she put the phone away and got back to smoking weed. ------- Lauren Hastings was having the time of her life, they'd gone through four condoms already and the young stud kept asking her if he could go bareback since he knew he wouldn't be able to cum again. Against her better judgment she relinquished and let him try it, and it felt so much better than the clinical cock-jacket the condom offered. "I'm going to have to get birth-control cause this feels so much better, so much more intimate," she thought as he humped away. So much had happened in the few hours she'd been in the room with the guy. His name was Randy and he'd schooled her on the art of giving head and even convinced her to let him shave her crotch using the toiletries the motel desk was able to provide. She was slick and smooth as a baby's bottom "down there" and Randy loved it. He ate her out to orgasm after orgasm and that was a new experience, and one she could get very addicted to as her thoughts returned back to the present. He had her legs bent up around her head as he perched above her, driving his cock straight down into her upturned pussy. Lauren had a perfect view of his unsheathed cock as he slammed it into her pussy repeatedly. "Yeah, I could really get used to this," she thought as his muscular body kept up the rhythm, his hand rubbing her exposed clit driving her closer to another orgasm. Lauren has lost count of how many orgasms she'd had already as she wondered how long they'd been going at it for. Looking over at the clock, it was shortly after one o'clock. "Holy shit, I got to go! I need to be at work in an hour!" "Hold on a second, I'm almost there," he said as he thrust into her quim a few more times before pulling out and shooting a few gobs of semen down onto her tits, and then stuffing his pulsing cock back into her pussy, finishing off the last of his cum into her pussy. "Did you just cum in me?" Lauren asked. "No babe, I was finished, there wasn't much there," he said lying through his teeth. Every guy just loves shooting his load into a woman's pussy, shooting your cum into a condom almost feels like a sin and he knew damn well the bulk of his cum-shot was now sitting in the bottom of her pussy. "I just love the feel of your pussy, it's really tight for a woman of your age." "Gee, thanks for the compliment," she said as she rolled her eyes. "A woman of my age, nice," she thought, as the young man uncoupled his wilting cock from her shaven pussy, allowing her legs to drop back down onto the soiled mattress for the first time in almost half an hour. "What he lacked in tact, he made up for with his fucking prowess," she reasoned. "I'm sorry, I mean you're super hot, and you fuck like a teenager. It was a compliment even though maybe it didn't sound like it." "It's okay, that was really fun, I really had a good time." "Cool, maybe we can hook again some time." "Yeah, I'd like that," she replied. "Like tomorrow!" she thought as her pussy was still tingling from the workout he'd given it. Driving home quickly knowing she wouldn't have much time to get cleaned up, Lauren checked her phone and got Olivia's message about not being home until after dinner. "She's such a good responsible girl, I hope she never turns out like her randy mother," she giggling as the after-glow of her first "hook-up" warmed her all over. "I definitely have to do this again and I definitely need to call Dr. Sanders and get some birth control, those condoms take all the fun out of it." ------- Olivia finished up her last toke and left the disappointed guys on the couch as she looked for a bathroom to change in. It was pretty funny she thought as she left the room, she'd probably fucked some of the these guys already, and she'd spent just about as much time naked as clothed in the last week, and here she was looking for a bathroom to change into, knowing that she'd probably just end up naked on her back getting fucked in a short while anyway. The bathroom was occupied so Olivia found the nearest vacant bedroom and pushed to door mostly closed and stripped her shorts off, digging her bikini bottoms out of her bag. "Hey beautiful, got time for an old friend?" It was Steve, and he was standing there rubbing his cock through his swimsuit. "What about Katy? Won't she be mad if you fuck me?" "That's the slut I know and love. "No" isn't even in your vocabulary is it?" he said as he fished his cock out of his swim trunks, the flesh pole already starting to salute his gorgeous neighbor. "What if I said no? Then what would you do, rape me?" she said as she stared through foggy eyes at his hand gently stroking his cock to life. It was mesmerizing, watching a cock spring to life, going from a limp noodle to a tool she used to gain the greatest pleasures from. "I'm such a slave to it, why can't I say "no"?" she thought as she could feel her pussy getting ready for it, lubing up like Pavlov's dog at the hint of a meal. "Rape you? What are you talking about? You live for cock, I can see it in your face. You want it and you know it. Get over here on your knees and suck me," Steve said as he closed the door completely. Watching, cock in hand, the blond slut he'd created dropped her shorts and crossed the short distance between them, her hips swaying, her blond pubes adorning her sweet pussy that had pleasured hundreds of guys in the short time since that night he caught her masturbating. Olivia grabbed his cock by the root and sucked his tumescent member into her mouth, just like she'd done so many times to so many guys. The groan she heard from above was music to her ears and a smile spread across her face confirming what she already knew, guys loved the way she sucked cock. It was such a practiced movement, she was sure she could suck a guy off in her sleep. She could feel the veins standing out on his meaty tool, it wasn't as big as his father's, but it was a really nice size as the bulbous head reached the back of her throat before disappearing down with ease. Her tongue massaged the underside of his cock feeling the bloated ridge that ran the length of his cock up to the purple tip. "Fuck that feels good. I swear you could deep-throat a baseball bat the way you take me down so easily." "DeShawn felt like a baseball bat!" she thought as she worked Steve's more normal-sized cock into her throat with ease. "Jump up on that bed, I haven't felt your pussy in days," Steve ordered. Olivia stood up and sauntered over to the bed, her pert round ass drawing Steve's gaze as she followed his instructions. "That has to be the finest ass ever created," he thought as he fisted his cock watching the beauty before him climb up onto the bed and spread her legs invitingly. She was the slut he created and she was the sweetest piece of fuck-meat he'd ever sunk his cock into. Katy was really pretty and her sexy little body was killer, but Olivia Hastings was perfect in every way and could take a mile of cock and still be hungry for more. As horny as his Katy was, he doubted she'd ever be able to keep up with the likes of Olivia Hastings, she was a true super-slut. "That's my little slut, ready for my cock. Ask me for it, beg me for it," he ordered. "Please Steve, fuck my tiny little pussy with your big cock. Split me open," she teased as she rubbed her finger up and down her slit, playing with the seeping moisture that was coating her labia. "Pull your pussy open, show me how wet you are." "This is new," she thought as she followed his direction and used her finger tips to pull open her labia exposing her pink clitoris and her puckered little vaginal opening. "Most guys just want to slam it into me. I like this little game so far," she thought as she gave Steve the sexiest look she could muster. "Pull your shirt up and show me those beautiful tits you're hiding under there." Letting go of her labia, Olivia pulled her shirt up and over her head and untied her bikini top, releasing her over-stuffed breasts. "Damn girl, you really did take all those pills didn't you?" "Yeah, popped the last five at dinner time last night," she said as she lightly rubbed her fingertips over her erect nipples, teasing the buds and stimulating her sex drive. "They look amazing by the way. I told you, you needed to go bigger, and I was right," Steve said as he climbed up onto the bed between Olivia's thighs. "I've been looking forward to fucking your sweet pussy again for days now," he said as he slid his head up and down her moist lips, before easing his way in. "Fuck, you have the sweetest pussy ever made. You're always so hot and wet," he said as he started rhythmically sawing his cock into her pussy. Steve's chest pressed up against her overly large breasts, the little diamond studs catching occasionally in his chest hair. Olivia was always an attentive and enthusiastic lover, and fucking Steve was as comfortable as putting on an old pair of sneakers as she settled into a rhythm pushing her hips back in time with his thrusts as the two got into it. Her mouth finding his as her passion increased, his thrusts rubbing up against her swollen clitoris and sending sparks running through her stoned brain. ------- Wondering what had happened to her boyfriend, Katy Bennett left the pool and entered the house looking for Steve. He said he was just going inside to use the bathroom, but that was over twenty minutes ago. She was well aware that Steve had spent a considerable amount of time fucking her little sister and her best friend Olivia, and with her little sister laying only a few feet away, and Olivia nowhere in sight, warning bells were going off in her head. The stoners were still there in the living room and the bathroom was empty, the kitchen was crowded but no Steve in sight. The bells were ringing louder as she headed down the hallway towards the bedrooms. What would she do if she found Steve fucking Olivia? It wasn't like they'd agreed not to fuck anyone else; heaven knew Katy had her only little "situation" going on that she'd been able to keep secret so far. So even if he is fucking her, it's not like I can be too mad she reasoned as she approached the first closed bedroom door and heard the unmistakable sounds of sex. It was definitely Steve behind the door, she was familiar enough with the noises he made during sex that there was no doubt it was him she was hearing. Silently Katy opened the door and peaked inside, sure enough it was her boyfriend slamming his dick home into her little sister's best friend Olivia. "Well, what's good for the goose, is good for the gander," she reasoned as she left the two lovers alone, and headed back outside to find herself a suitable replacement fuck. She wasn't trying to hurt Steve per se, but what's fair is fair, and she ought to give him a little of his own medicine. Although with all the "medicine" Roger had given her in the last two days, a revenge fuck was completely unwarranted. Katy's little secret was one she didn't completely understand. The night out at the bowling alley had rendered two new presences in her life, a new boyfriend in Steve, and a relationship as a sex slave was the best way she could describe it, to the man who gang-fucked her in the bathroom. The big burly man named Roger had shown up on her doorstep the morning after the bowling alley incident and had requested she join him in his van out front. He must have been waiting for her parents to leave as no sooner had they left, than the man was calling her cell phone and announcing he was standing on her front porch. Scurrying down the stairs still in her pajamas, Katy found the hulk of a man sure enough, standing on her porch. She didn't recall giving him her address and phone number, yet here he was in the flesh and before she knew it, he was pulling her down their private driveway towards his beat up looking Ford Econoline full-sized van. It was a blur after that, he showed her the photos he had taken of her having sex with him and his friends, and before she knew it, he was stripping her clothing off and laying her down on the mattress in the back of the van. She was barely prone before he'd locked his mouth onto her pussy and starting eating her like a starving man. The feeling was unlike anything she'd ever felt before and it was heaven. Her pussy had recovered quite remarkably from the previous night's use and his oral attention was driving her crazy with an orgasm quickly approaching. With her orgasm still coursing through her, the large man shimmied up and planted his thick cock up against her shaven pussy (thanks to Steve and Stacy) and pushed his way in. A virgin just the day before, it was a tight fit and if not for the copious lubrication brought on by her orgasm, the meat monster likely would have caused her quite a bit of pain. At least the night before she had been stoned thanks to her sister and the drugs in the cream, and any pain she might have felt were drowned out by the chemical cocktail in her body. Today she was neither stoned nor ready for the monster that was pushing its way into her tight vagina. The man was nearly three times her size and his cock was proportionate making it seem like a baseball bat trying to force its way in. A minute later and after some huffing and puffing, the big meat stick was planted all the way inside. Katy felt trapped under the big man, pinned down by the pole stretching her out so severely. He was gentle enough to let her get used to the intruder before he started picking up the pace. By the time he shot his semen into her, he was really pounding into her with force. It felt like he was trying to push her through the bottom of the mattress, and by the end, the discomfort was gone and it started feeling pretty good. That was two days ago, and he'd shown up each morning since with the same routine, he made her cum and then he pounded into her pussy with his great big cock and left her with a pussy full of his semen. She'd been able to keep it a secret because Stacy was never an early riser like herself, and he always showed up right after her parents left for work. Roger had already told her he was going to have her start coming over to his house so they could fuck in something more comfortable than the back of a van. And he also said he was going to invite his friends over so they could have a little reunion of sorts. Katy wasn't sure what to think. Three straight days of fucking Roger in his van had left her with mixed emotions. The first day she had been scared at first and by the end, quite satisfied sexually. The second day she was able to get into it a little more, and by this morning, the third day, it was hot. She fucked him twice and rode on top of him to two consecutive orgasms before he told her he had to get going to work and spilled his cum into her pussy and kicked her out of the van. Katy didn't know what it was about Roger, he was old enough to be her dad, and she wasn't attracted to him in a boyfriend sort of way, but he turned her on and made her feel very sexy and very horny. She'd fucked him on four occasions, and they'd all been very unconventional, in a bathroom once and in the back of a van three times, but it made her hot and she was looking forward to whatever the man had planned for her. He was definitely very domineering and she felt obliged to satisfy him in any way he ordered. And she would, whatever he asked her to do, she was convinced she would do it. Now here she was at a pool party being hosted by her boyfriend's best friend, and she was on the prowl to find a fuck for herself since Steve couldn't keep his cock out Olivia. She couldn't really blame him, Olivia was a fox and she liked to fuck. She was beautiful and had an amazing body that all the guys lusted for. "Still, I think I'm pretty hot too," Katy said silently as she strutted out into the backyard, her boobs starting to sprout from the drugs Dr. Sanders had given her. Like her sister, Katy had double dosed herself last night and this morning and aside from making her incredibly horny, she'd seen the overnight miracle as the breast fairy had delivered giving her real boobs for the first time ever. She was still only an A-cup, but they were there and growing still. She could feel the increased sensitivity and the taught tissues from the swelling that had taken place. It was amazing, and she felt amazing as her body was accelerating towards becoming a woman much faster than nature had intended. It was time to put that body to use as Katy picked out the guy she wanted to fuck. It took very little discussion to convince the guy she was serious about her intentions as she led him into the bedroom next to Steve and Olivia, and proceeded to fuck the guy with wild abandon. One thing the Bennett girls have in common is their preference to vocalize loudly during sex and it didn't take Steve and Olivia long to realize they weren't the only ones having sex. The moans and groans and "oh yeahs" and "fuck me's" came through the wall as if they were paper-thin. "Oh shit," Steve said as he stopped his hips in mid-thrust, and listened closely. "What is it?" Olivia asked on the verge of yet another orgasm. She and Steve had been fucking for at least half an hour or more, before the two of them heard the noise coming from the next room. "I think that's Katy," he said. "I thought you said she wouldn't care if we fucked?" "Well I assumed she wouldn't... ?" he said knowing full well he was busted and that Katy's pussy was being stuffed full of revenge. "Maybe I was wrong. Oh well, I hope she isn't too mad," he said as he resumed his fucking motion. "Can't do anything about it now, might as well keep going and hope she isn't too pissed," he said as he continued plowing into Olivia's overheated and super amazing feeling pussy. He'd already spilled his seed once and was working hard to deposit a second load. He'd fucked Katy this morning twice, and was reaching the limits of his virility, for the moment at least. Olivia knew few limits to her sexuality. The hormones pills she'd been taking may have reached their end, but she still loved to fuck and the hard cock pounding into her felt amazing as her orgasm was building. The pot made her head all swimmy and the "time travel" she felt made their current fuck seem like it had gone on for hours. Her three previous orgasms had been wonderful, though not quite as good as the coke fueled ones, but each one made her crave the next one. When she woke this morning, Olivia had the idea that she would take it easy today, give her poor pussy a break from all the action it had seen lately. Between the graduation party and the bachelor party, she'd fucked a ton of guys and by the time DeShawn dropped her off at home, she was pretty sore in all her holes. "Well Steve and Jake only make two guys so far today, that's not so many... ," she thought as her thoughts started drifting away as Steve's cock starting pulsing inside her pussy. "Thanks babe, you still have the sweetest pussy I ever fucked... ," Steve said as he saw Olivia's eyes roll back in her head. "Yeah, you're pretty fucking stoned," he laughed as he slipped his deflating cock out of her slick hole. Throwing his clothes on, Steve left the passed out Olivia spread out naked on the bed and went to see if he could salvage his relationship with his girlfriend. ------- "Ahhhhhh!" Olivia screamed as the water shocked her back to consciousness. Instinctively she sucked in a breath only to find a mouthful of water waiting to fill her mouth and lungs. Her eyes opened underwater to find her naked body in the shallow end of the pool, her feet quickly finding the bottom as the coughing started. Hands grabbed her by the arms and helped haul her up to a standing position as she did her best to clear the water from her throat with a stream of coughs and hacks. "What happened?" she finally managed to get out as she looked around. Stacy was next to her in the pool holding onto one of her arms and some other unknown guy was holding the other, his eyes locked onto her boobs of course. "How did I get out here and why am I naked?" "I found you inside with a lineup of guys waiting to fuck you so I figured I better get you conscious before everyone had a turn with you. Plus I want some of those cocks for myself and I didn't want you having all the fun! I tried waking you up and you kept mumbling about letting you sleep, so I had one of the guys carry you out here and toss you in," Stacy finished. "Who was fucking me?" Olivia inquired. "I don't know, but you were missing all the excitement!" "What excitement?" "Katy caught Steve and you having sex and came out here and grabbed some random guy to have sex with, right next to you guys apparently. Well, after he finished up with you he walked in on her and he saw her riding this guy and she told him she'd have a talk with him after she was done with the guy, or he could wait and watch if he wanted." "No kidding? What did he say? What did he do? He didn't watch did he?" "Crazy as it sounds he did watch, and I guess he got pretty turned on by it because he dared her to pull a train saying he thought it would be hot and I don't know if Katy wanted to do it to get back at him, or actually wanted to do it, but she agreed." "How many has she fucked so far?" "I don't know, I didn't even know she was doing it. Jeff here was fingering my pussy pretty good out here on the lounge chair while I was getting some rays, and I was taking him inside to fuck him since Phil said not to outside since he has nosy neighbors, and that's when I found out what was going on. There were a bunch of guys milling around in the hallway waiting in line, one group to fuck you in your passed-out state, and the other to fuck my sister. I just love her, she's taking after me! Who woulda' thought she'd be as big of a slut as her little sister! "Yeah, who would have thought there was a "slut" gene and that it could run in the family?" Olivia said jokingly. "I know, pretty cool huh?" "Let's go watch, plus I want to find my bikini. I think enough of these guys have seen me naked without my knowledge today. That'll be the payback, no more free-be sex for these guys today!" Olivia said as she pulled her arms free of her helpers' grasp and made her way to the edge of the pool, her nakedness drawing the attention from the few remaining pairs of eyes still outside. The cool water made her nipples stand erect and proud, their golden jewelry sparkling in the bright sun. Goose flesh covered her exposed skin as she climbed up the ladder and onto the cement patio surrounding the pool. Olivia grabbed a towel thrown over a nearby lounge chair and dried off before wrapping the towel around her torso, and headed for the house. "Hey, wait for me!" called Stacy as she jumped from the pool and grabbed a towel as she hurried to catch up with her best friend. Her skimpy bikini held little for the imagination and in her haste to catch up to her friend, her boobs did their best to break free of the thin material, the C-cups giving a show to those had hadn't already seen them in the flesh (which was most of the guys anyway!). Olivia found the kitchen empty as she passed through it heading towards the bedrooms. "Shocking, the guys are lined up waiting for pussy," she thought as she rounded the corner and saw the pile of guys jostling by the open doorway. Katy's loud moaning and groaning could clearly be heard emanating from the doorway the guys were huddled around. She was getting fucked, there was never any doubt when a Bennett girl was getting laid, everybody within ear-shot always knew it! "Excuse me, can I get through?" Olivia asked as she started elbowing her way through the group of guys, fighting to get through into the doorway. Various hands reaching out trying to grope under her towel as she cleared the mass of bodies. Why they were waiting out in the hallway instead of spreading out inside the room so they could all have a good view, Olivia just didn't understand. Before her stood a sight, Steve was sitting in a chair stroking his cock while a very large guy pumped up and down on top of his girlfriend. Katy was small girl to start with, maybe five feet tall and one hundred pounds soaking wet, and under this big guy, all Olivia could see were her legs and arms as they wrapped around the guy pounding into her pussy. Staring between his legs, Olivia gasped at the tool he was pounding her with, "Holy shit, look at that thing!" Although short in duration, Olivia's experience with male genitalia was extensive, and the cock before her was as thick as any she'd seen yet. "The thing's as big around as a beer bottle!" she added Well maybe it wasn't that big, but going into Katy's tiny body, it sure looked like a tree trunk getting pounded through a key hole, Olivia thought. "How the hell is she taking that thing without screaming her brains out?" she wondered. Well, she was screaming her brains out, but it was from pure pleasure and not from pain. Olivia stared with her mouth hanging open at the animalistic ritual going on before her. Katy didn't appear to even notice that everyone was staring at their coupling as she continued moaning and groaning and spewing out the occasional "fuck me" or "fuck that feels amazing". Olivia was over her annoyance at the guys and the fact that they had used her body while she was passed out, her attention was overwhelmingly on the guy with the thick cock who was thrusting into the squealing Katy Bennett. From under the big man, Katy was in sexual bliss. The big doses of hormone pills she and her sister were now doubling up on, had created a horniness in her she didn't know could possibly exist. The super thick cock the guy was stuffing into her reminded her so much of Roger's cock and combined with how horny Roger made her feel, made this lustful moment outrageously sexy to the young teen. Katy wrapped her arms as far around the body of the guy above her and likewise, tried her best to wrap her legs around his torso to optimize the angle of her pelvis with his. Her diminutive size made him seem like a monster; barely five feet tall and a little over a hundred pounds soaking wet, Katy's gymnast's body was all muscle and sinew and built for physical exertion, likewise the man on top of her was built like a full-back and seemed to have boundless energy. He'd been pounding her without stopping for over twenty minutes and neither seemed to be waning in the slightest. From the foot of the bed, Olivia stared mouth agape at the action before her, along with Stacy, Steve, and as many guys who could see from the doorway. It was like watching a Rottweiler mounting a Chihuahua and it was making Olivia hot. Her senses were on high alert; she heard the sex, smelled the sex, could almost feel the sex as she watched his manhood slide into Katy's stretched out pussy. Even though Olivia wasn't much bigger than Katy, she still wondered how a girl who'd only begun to have sex a few short days ago, could handle so easily, the thick phallus she herself was starting to long for. As determined as Olivia was a few short minutes ago to deny the guys who'd fucked her in her passed-out condition anymore sex today, the display before her was revving up the engine inside of her. The engine that knew no limits to how long and far it could go. The Queen of the Sluts was inside and dying to come out and take over. Once that started, there would be no end to the fucking she'd gladly endure. The small amount of independence she was feeling from the sexual addiction the hormone levels in her body had been producing, was vanishing as the Queen took control. "Hey big guy, you think you can save some of that for me?" Olivia asked as she slipped over to the side of the bed to within full view of Katy's stallion and opened up her towel revealing her nakedness. "I'm going to be here awhile. They don't build too many little sweethearts like this one and I plan on fucking her as long as I can. Come back in an hour and we'll see," the burly man huffed. "Are you serious? An hour?" Olivia questioned. Nobody ever turned down Olivia Hastings and she was unsure if she was being rejected outright, or if he really had that kind of stamina. "Could he really last another hour before he was ready for her?" Olivia wondered. "Yeah. Tell you what, take care of the boys waiting in line here and I promise you a ride you'll never forget," he said as he started rolling over, pulling Katy over to sit on top of him so she could ride him like a horsey. Pulling her towel back up around her tits, Olivia watched as Stacy's mouth gaped open from the footboard of the bed. Moving back around to see what the reaction was from, Olivia saw why. The guy's cock really did look as big around as a beer bottle as little Katy bounced up and down on it, all the while moaning and groaning like there were no greater pleasure in the universe. "Look at that thing," Stacy gasped. "Yeah, I know. It's probably no thicker than DeShawn's, but it looks fucking huge when someone as small as Katy is riding it," Olivia commented. "Think Steve's got a complex now?" Stacy giggled looking over at him. He was sitting there stroking his pud, watching his girlfriend getting pounded with a cock he'd never be able to compete with, and his girlfriend obviously enjoying it so much more than she'd ever enjoyed sex with him. All in all, what must be a very humiliating experience Stacy reasoned. His plan of her pulling a train for both their enjoyment, seemed very one-sided at the moment. "Olivia? Stacy? Would one of you girls please get over her and get on my cock, I think I'm going to burst if I don't get relief soon. I can't remember ever being this turned on in my life," Steve offered. "Really? Watching my sister getting fucked by some other guy is turning you on?" Stacy asked. "Fuck yeah, look at her go. She's amazing. This is like the fourth guy in a row to fuck her and she just can't get enough. It's fucking awesome!" Stacy looked at Olivia and gave her a questioning eye, which meant, "Are you going to fuck him, or am I?" "I already rode that pony today, it's your turn," Olivia answered aloud. Nodding her head, Stacy pulled her bikini top off and quickly followed that up by sliding her skimpy bottoms off too. Her pussy was leaking like a tap from watching the pounding her sister was taking and was ready to go as she stepped over and straddled Steve's legs, dropping her pussy onto his lap. A quick dick alignment and she greedily sucked his rock-hard member up into her pussy. Her downy fuzz mingling with his curly pubes as she took him down to the root. It was a very familiar cock and one Stacy had ridden many times. And very likely many more times in the near future. In the background of her incredible fucking experience, Katy heard sounds she'd become familiar with hearing, Stacy having sex. She had been so caught up with riding this strong guy and his torpedo-like cock that she had drowned out everything else going on around her. She had no idea how long she'd been fucking this guy, or the three before him, only that she'd felt extremely horny and didn't feel like she'd even come close to relieving that horniness. The thick cock piercing into her womanhood with every downward thrust of her hips had been her entire focus for perhaps longer than she realized. Glancing behind her, Katy spotted her boyfriend Steve being ridden by her little sister, fucking him like she herself had become an expert at doing. She felt a degree of liberation now that she'd broken through the barrier that existed perhaps only in her mind, but what socially would not be considered acceptable. She was having sex with multiple partners in front of her boyfriend, and strangely didn't feel any guilt about it. A gentle nudging by the mass of muscle beneath her and the erect pole buried deep in her folds, brought her back to the task at hand as Katy resumed her energetic fucking. His seemingly endless staying power had her attention fully restored as she happily blocked out the activity around her. Olivia watched from the foot of the bed as the two sisters pleasured themselves with wild abandon on their respective dongs. Olivia had grown so accustomed to accepting sex without question or concern from anyone she wanted, or anyone that wanted her, that to be without her own lover at this second, felt very foreign. There was no thought, no conscience, just an insatiable urge to pleasure herself through any sexual means necessary and with any partner with an erection. Lord knows she'd taken on cocks attached to men that few women would ever dare to fuck. Olivia didn't question who the men were, what they looked like or whether or not they'd even bathed in recent memory. The number of homeless men she'd fucked in the alleys she'd frequented over the last ten days had proven without doubt that no man was to be turned away. As long as they could fill her hungry pussy and give her the pleasure she desperately needed, was the only thing that mattered. That degree of desperation had seemingly dissipated with the last of her hormone pills, leaving her with questions she'd hadn't stopped to think about at any point in time over the last week and a half. Was sex still as fun and exciting as it had been? Did she still need it constantly? Did she still feel compelled to fuck all these strange guys? As Olivia stood there watching the two girls, the towel still wrapped around her naked body, her pussy tingling form the earlier workout Steve and the other guys had given her prior to her unceremonious dunk in the pool, she came up with obvious answer. Yes! Turning around, Olivia spied the group of guys watching from the doorway, waiting their turn to be next with Katy. Olivia still wondered why they hadn't invaded the room for a better view but remained patiently waiting their turn. Maybe it was the hormones that still remained in her system. Maybe it was the pot and residual coke she'd snorted. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, or maybe she was every bit the slut she'd been acting like since Steve had forced her into this world of sex and drugs and she didn't need the excuse of the hormones after all. Dropping the towel, Olivia sauntered towards the door with a naughty glint in her eye and said, "Let's go party guys." Her large voluptuous breasts jiggling gently, her hips swaying sexily as she made her way towards the living room, the group of guys in hot pursuit. Grabbing the first guy within arm's reach, Olivia fumbled to get his shorts down and smiled as his cock came into sight. "Oh yeah, that's what baby needs," she purred as she wrapped her small hands around his manhood and stroked it to life. Hands reached out from the pack of guys to fondle her body all over. Olivia felt her nipples being pinched and pulled as she continued to stroke the cock to full rigidity. Fingers dug gently into her sex, the moisture within making the effort to navigate her womanhood an easy venture for the unseen digits. Olivia gently pushed the guy backwards onto the couch and did her best to climb up onto his lap while hands continued to grope her breasts and anywhere else the guys could reach. Grinding her slick vagina up and down the flesh pole between her legs, Olivia lubed up the member with her own juices before reaching down to grab the pole before mounting it with practiced ease. How many times had she done this same act over the last week and a half? Hundreds of times? Thousands of times? All Olivia knew or cared about at the moment was that it was there where it belonged, and it felt fabulous. Looking down at the guy, Olivia didn't recognize him and had no idea if this was her first time fucking him or not. So many faces, so many dicks, so much fun she thought as a smile spread across her beautiful face. Throwing her head back, her long blond hair cascaded down her back as she flexed her taught muscles up and down forcing the meat between her thighs in and out of her heated vagina. Only a few minutes into her ride, Olivia watched one of the other guys climb up onto the couch and in a standing position, aim his flesh tube towards her mouth. Olivia sucked it in without hesitation. Rolling her tongue around the head, Olivia slowly sucked the cock to the back of her mouth and started to suck it into her throat before she found the owner pulling out just as slowly. "Just needed a little lube sweetheart," he said as he stepped down and positioned himself behind her. Olivia felt him rubbing the wet head up against her asshole and paused her fucking motion long enough for the new guy to seat the head of his cock inside her ring of muscle. "Oof," she giggled playfully as she resumed planting her pussy down on the solid cock underneath her. The guy behind her tried to match her motion while attempting to sink all the way into her colon. Olivia's eyes closed as she let her senses experience the two male bodies as they used her body to pleasure themselves. Somewhere along the way, one of the guys broke out a bong and Olivia was overjoyed to regain the high she felt waning. Time seemed to stand still as the pot took hold of her brain and turned their midday romp into a timeless sexual epic. Olivia couldn't have been more at home with the piles of sweaty male bodies and the appendages constantly finding one orifice after another to pillage. More pot and more cock and little Olivia Hastings was in her glory. The world began to refocus again after a while and Olivia looked around at her collection of stoned lovers. It was reminiscent of her first group sex experience on Steve's basement with seven or eight guys in various states of dress and her with all her charms on full display. Olivia looked down at her nakedness as she noticed the guy next to her absently rubbing her right nipple as she casually stroked her clitoris, relishing the afterglow of her innumerable orgasms and smiling at her accomplishment. "Are you ready for me now princess?" Olivia looked up and saw the big beefy guy whom Katy had been so busily fucking, standing there, naked as the day he was born. He was thick, heavily muscled, and had an equally thick cock pointing towards the floor. He was motioning with his finger that suggested she ought to follow him wherever he wanted her to go. Knocking the nipple rubber's hand from her chest, Olivia gained her feet, her shaky legs told the tale as to just how much fucking she'd been up to with the guys on the couch. Stepping lightly around the tangle of legs jutting out from every couch and chair, Olivia made her way through the room to follow behind the massive man. Expecting to be led back to the room she'd witnessed him and Katy occupying, Olivia was surprised when he kept on going to the end of the hall and into the master bedroom. Along the way Olivia noticed Katy still at it with some other random guy, Steve and Stacy nowhere in sight. The room at the end of the hall was large and beautifully decorated with a king size canopy bed centered along the main wall. The most interesting aspect of the room were the two tripods set up pointing towards the bed. Video cameras were mounted atop the tripods and they seemed to be on and ready to go. "What's all this about?" Olivia asked. "I've known Phil since we were kids and Phil's dad is really into photography and shit. I knew he had some video equipment and while I was fucking that little minx Katy I came up with this idea. Her boyfriend wasn't cool with the idea of me filming her and besides, you're way hotter anyway. So, I'm gonna fuck you and I'm going to film it." "Ok, but why do you want to do that?" she asked. "Because." "Because why?" "I'm going to share it with my friends and if they think it's as hot as I expect it to be, I might sell it." "You know I'm underage right? You can't sell it, you'll get arrested." "Don't worry your pretty little head. Let's just assume I won't, ok?" "Fine, I guess," Olivia sighed. She'd done far worse than just being filmed during a fuck session. The guy, he introduced himself as Joey, turned on each of the cameras and walked over to the bed. "Get over here and suck on my cock," he said as he sat his ass down on the edge of the bed. Olivia approached the man and knelt down on the ground in front of his thick member. Hefting it in her hand, she was instantly reminded of DeShawn's huge phallus as she put it up to her lips and licked around the fat head. She could taste a combination of semen and vaginal secretions coated around the bulbous thing. It was dried on and a little crusty, but not unpleasant as her tongue quickly sloughed off the coating and reduced it with her saliva. It was big and it wasn't even hard yet. "Look up and smile for the camera when you're sucking a dick girl," he said. Expecting him to refer to the nearest camera on one of the tripods, Olivia looked up and saw the guy holding yet another camera, focusing it directly into her face. "Tell me how much you like sucking dick." "I just love sucking your huge cock mister. It's so big, I'm not sure if I can get it all in my little mouth," she said with a pouty look on her face, obviously catching the guy off-guard with a line that sounded rehearsed. "That's great. Have you done this before?" "What, suck a dick? I've sucked a ton of them," Olivia added as she momentarily let the dick pop out from her hungry mouth. "No, I meant make a porno." "A porno?" Memories of her beach house striptease video along with the ensuing gangbang video, brought back the rush she felt watching herself getting fucked on her computer screen, and the fantasy she'd had about making a porno. "Is that what we're doing?" "Duh, what did I just tell you we were doing? We're filming this and if my buddies think it's hot, we'll check into distribution. Who knows, maybe you got a future in video." "That's hot," Olivia said as she resumed sucking on the guy's cock with renewed vigor. Her thoughts were focused on the possibilities of what this guy was saying. "Making a porno, really? That's so fucking sexy," she thought. Within a few minutes she had him to full attention and was just able to get the head of his cock into her throat. Yup, he was just as big around as DeShawn she concluded, only when she last deep-throated his cock, she was stoned off her ass on cocaine. This monster, she was handling with only a little pot still in her bloodstream. "That's it slut, suck the rest down your throat. That's a good little cock-whore. Suck that cock. Gag on it a little," he ordered as he jammed Olivia's mouth down onto his pole. Dropping the camera down, the guy grabbed Olivia's head with both hands and forcibly shoved his cock down her throat. And gag on it she did. Despite being a veteran deep-throater, his forcefulness caught her off-guard and actually did make her gag. Tears started streaming down her cheeks as he kept his tool buried as deeply as he could, pulling her mouth down until her nose was buried in his trimmed pubes. Pushing back against his strong grip was useless as her strength was no match for his. Thankfully he released his grip just as quickly as it had started and picked up the camera to shoot the tears streaming down her pretty face. "Very nice baby, you have great promise. Climb up on the bed here and spread your legs, show me your cunt. Following orders, Olivia climbed up and offered her nubile body to the man who'd just about suffocated her with his enormous cock. Opening her legs up, she offered to the camera her most precious charms. "That's it spread you legs open more, all the way, as wide as you can. Nice pussy, not much hair, nice trim pussy lips, very nice indeed," he said as he watched the beautiful blond follow his every direction. "Where do hot little sluts like these come from?" he wondered, watching the big-titted hotty spread out before him. Olivia followed his direction as he kept a running commentary on her actions and on her body in general. "Your pussy's nice and pink. Did you do a little fucking today?" "Un huh." "How many guys did you fuck today?" he asked. "I'm not sure." "Why don't you tell the camera who you fucked today." "Well, I fucked Jake on my way over to Stacy's house this morning, then fucked Phil when I got there. I fucked Steve shortly after I got here and then I passed out. A bunch of guys fucked me when I was passed out. I don't know how many of them there were. Then after that, I fucked whoever was out in the living room." "How many guys do you think you fucked today?" "I don't know, probably ten or more?" "Do you like to fuck lots of guys?" "Yeah, I do. I love getting fucked. I do it every day." "How old are you and how long have you been fucking?" he asked as he started fingering Olivia's hot, wet pussy. "Twelve, but I turn thirteen in two months," she sighed as Joey started rubbing the upper part of her pussy walls, his thumb bumping up against her clitoris as she talked. Shoving a second thick finger into her pussy, Joey started picking up the pace and started really going to town with the gyrations. Thinking she must by lying about her age, Joey continued, "So how long have you been fucking?" "Maybe two weeks?" "And have you fucked lots of guys?" "Oh yeah. Steve started me out fucking his friends, and then it was any guys he could find for me to fuck, then took me to a strip bar and introduced me to this guy who pimps me out once in a while. Stacy and I like to find guys to fuck just for fun, just like today," she breathed as Joey's fingers worked their magic and rushed her quickly towards an orgasm. "So how many?" "How may what?" she sighed breathlessly. "How many guys have you fucked?" "I have no idea," she moaned. "The most I did in one day was like a hundred or so. Ooooh yesss," she purred. Her fingers going to her studded nipples, twisting and pinching to heighten the sensations she was feeling coming from her loins. "A hundred in a day? Holy shit! So you'd be ok if I made a movie of you fucking a bunch of guys then?" "Yeah, why not?" she grunted as her orgasm approached. Squelching noises emanated from her folds as Joey's fingers jack-hammered into her pussy at a blinding pace. He sensed she was on the verge of a big cum and stopped her short, not wanting her to achieve it just yet. He wanted to save her sexual frustration for when she was mounted on his cock and get a really ferocious ride from the young beauty. "I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to stick this great big cock into your little twelve year old pussy and I'm going to split you open with it like none you've ever had before," he said as he removed his fingers and wiped the secretions on his cock, coating it liberally. "I've had bigger," Olivia thought as she watched the man nearly three times her size climb between her outstretched legs. Looking down at the club aimed at her pussy she thought, "That is pretty damned big though!" Climbing on top of her, he lined his thick head up with her slit and pushed in, feeling her glorious heat and wetness. Her pussy clung to his manhood with a tightness he had grown to expect every time he penetrated a young cunt. They were so tight and elastic and massaged his overly-large tool. Olivia felt the big thing stretch her out like only DeShawn ever had. His thrust forward did not stop until he had seated the whole thing within her velvety confines. Then it started, just like it had with Katy, and now she understood why Katy was so lost with pleasure fucking this guy. He not only filled you up like no other, but he knew how to use it and knew how to rock his hips to get just the right friction on her clitoris. She was going to cum hard on his cock and she didn't care who was watching, or who planned on watching the tapes. Hell she didn't care if everyone she knew was going to see those tapes, she was going to have one of her biggest orgasms ever and it was going to be amazing. Grabbing the camera in one hand, he got a close up shot of his cock going into her pussy, how it stretched her thin pussy lips around his big intruder. He got close up shots of her face, the expression on her face as his tool hammered home. Even as her orgasm blasted through her body, the camera captured that too. Olivia didn't get much of a chance to bask in the glow of her after-cum as the guy kept pounding into her pussy and pointing the camera in her face. Olivia was flattered that this guy wanted to capture their fuck session on film, and that he planned on sharing it with others as well. It was a turn on like no other she'd had yet. It made her horny like cocaine did, only without the chemical high. This was a high of a different sort, an entirely new and unexpected sort. Olivia realized they'd been fucking for a long time with Joey constantly changing positions, putting her into an endless variety of positions, all the while his thick cock never wavering. It stayed hard as he pounded away, seemingly able to resist cumming in her pussy despite the multiple orgasms she'd succumbed to. He seemed particularly interested in shooting close up shots of her pussy gaping open the second after he pulled his cock out from her pussy, then slamming it back home. He liked to alternate pulling his cock from her sweet cunt and then stick it down her throat and then returning it back to her pussy, over and over again. She was getting so juicy down there from all the saliva and pussy juice his piston kept churning up. Pushing her legs up to her chin, Joey pushed the crown of his cock up against her asshole and pushed hard, seating his cock inside. He slammed his cock home over and over again until he had the full length seated completely in her rectum. Pulling out, he shot close ups of her gaping anus before repeating the procedure and slamming it home again. Olivia knew what was coming next, Joey pulled his cock from her ass and scooted up to the bed and pushed his cock into her mouth, pushing it all the way down her throat. She could taste the bitterness of her ass juice coating his cock as he jammed it to the back of her throat. He yanked his cock free and slid back down and pushed his cock back into her red anus. He repeated this procedure a dozen more times before turning her to face head-first towards the foot of the bed on her back. Joey slammed his cock home in her ass again and pumped furiously for a solid ten minutes before crawling back up and straddling her chest. Grabbing a nipple in each hand, he slid his slick member between Olivia's over-stuffed breasts and used her beautiful breasts to masturbate his cock, finally grabbing his cock and spewing his load all over her neck and face. Grabbing the hand-held camera, Joey focused on her face and used the end of his cock to swirl his spunk around her cheeks and mouth. "How did you like that my little cumslut?" "Thank you for fucking me mister. You can fuck me anytime." "How about my friends? I got a lot of friends that would like to fuck you too," he said as he zoomed in on just her face. "I'll fuck anyone you tell me to, as long as you give me that great big cock again," Olivia purred into the camera. Turning the camera off and dropping it to the bed, Joey said, "Great work doll-face. It's a deal then. We'll make another video tonight and get your career kicked off right." "What? Tonight? Are you serious? I don't know if I can ... I mean I might have other plans..." "What plans?" Joey asked as he watched a dollop of his cum start to slide down the cheek of the beautiful blond girl with whom he hadn't even asked her name. "My neighbor kinda' watches over me when my mom is at work, and I don't know if he'd be ok with me going out tonight," Olivia replied. I was a little white lie, she didn't know if Reed had plans for her, but she really didn't like disappointing him in case he did have plans. "Watch over you, why would he need to do that? You're a big girl ... I mean, you were kidding about being twelve right? I mean you gotta be what, seventeen or eighteen right?" Olivia slowly shook her head no, her face still painted in his cum and making no attempts to remove it. A good slut wouldn't insult a guy by wiping off his gift to her, unless told to of course. "I already told you how old I am." "There's no fucking way you're twelve. Not with a body like that. I mean your face looks young, but I know lots of girls who look young like you who are eighteen or more. But shit that killer body, there's no way you're that young, so stop fucking around and tell me the truth." Joey was getting a little agitated now, hot or not, a jury might let him off if he fucked a seventeen year old and got caught, but not a twelve year old, no matter how hot she was. This was dangerous territory and he knew it. "You're fucking with me right?" "Nope, I just finished sixth grade and I'll be going into seventh grade and turning thirteen in September, so that makes me twelve right now. I can show you my school ID if you want..." "No, no, no, that's ok, I believe you. I'm totally fucked now, but I believe you." "What's the matter? I don't understand?" "Well, I was planning on taking you up on your offer to fuck my friends and make some videos doing it, maybe even sell them, but not now. Hell I was even imagining a cock crazy little slut like you doing some really wild shit like a Tijuana Donkey show!" "What's a Tija ... Tija ... what?" "Don't worry about, there probably isn't any point now." "Why not, are you really that worried about my age?" Olivia asked, finally licking her tongue around her lips and licking off some of the semen as it began to run down onto them. "Well yeah, I don't think prison would suit me well. I may be a big guy, but baby rapists don't do so well in jail I hear." "Look mister, out of all the guys I've fucked, only a few have been my age. All the rest have been older guys like you, and none of them had a problem with it. So just relax, I'm not going to say anything, ok?" Olivia answered. Whether out of practice or intuition, Olivia lightly grasped Joey's flaccid cock and began to stroke it. It was like petting a dog's head to assure it you meant it no harm and just want to be friends. Joey's shoulders slumped at the touch and his worry seemed to drain away as the beautiful young girl worked her magic on his overworked cock. Since his early teen years, Joey Calcano had amazing staying power and never ceased to amaze the women he slept with, just how long he could stay hard and how fast he could recover. Phil had told him he might get some pussy today if he came over and figured banging Katy was about the extent of his luck. He'd worked the petite brunette pretty hard earlier and figured that was all the pussy he was going to get today. Seeing this blond standing there while he pounded away on the brunette made him hope otherwise. Coming out into the living room and seeing the number of guys this blond sex machine had gone through really impressed the hell out of him. Figuring he could get it up once more, a little inspiration with the video, and Joey would at the very least, have a souvenir to remember her by. Little did he know who he was getting into bed with he realized as he looked down at the still cum covered face of the girl who was working his rod back to life. "Can you fuck me some more? I'd really like it if you'd fuck me again," Olivia asked, her breasts perched up on the edge of the bed, her mouth only inches from the rapidly inflating head of Joey's cock. "Please mister, fuck me again." ------- Chapter 17 "Do you really need to go home? I wouldn't mind splitting outta here with you and seeing what you're really capable of," Joey suggested as he watched the gorgeous blond nymph toying with his manhood. He'd been fucking for nearly two hours between the brunette Katy and now this girl, and she was doing an amazing job at getting his cock back to rock-hardness. "Well, I can call and see if it's ok. I can say I'm hanging out at my friend Stacy's house," Olivia said after pulling the plum sized head out from her mouth. "Say you're sleeping over at your friend's house, that'll give us all the time in the world." Olivia returned the cock to her mouth and nodded at the request. She'd only ever done that once before, the night she and Stacy worked Alfred's club, and that had been a marathon of fucking. Swirling her tongue around the bulbous head, Olivia returned to auto-pilot, becoming the Queen of the Sluts just as easily as turning on a light switch. It was easy for her mental state, not thinking about whether or not she should be fucking this guy or that guy, or any number of guys. Just do it and seize every last ounce of pleasure from each experience. There was no second thoughts, no guilt, no worries, just pure carnal pleasure, just how a slut ought to be she figured. "Why not go with this guy and do whatever acts he can dream up? What harm can there be? It's not like I can get pregnant or anything?" Olivia thought momentarily before they were erased from her brain. The Queen didn't want to think, just act. Using her ripe body and gifted talents at pleasuring men, she knew no limits and wanted none either, just another lover to provide her pleasure. And this man knew how to provide pleasure, she'd give him every opportunity to do so, whatever his whim. "So do you wanna fuck here some more, or do you wanna go and see what kind of trouble we can get up to?" Joey asked looking down at the blond girl whose name he still didn't know, her lips locked around the head of his cock. "Whatever you want me to do is fine by me." "I like how you said "whatever" instead of "whomever", that gives me some ideas," Joey snickered. "Why don't we make one more video and then split. By the way, what is your name anyway?" "Olivia, Olivia Hastings." "Pleasure to meet you Olivia, I think we can have some serious fun you and I. Why don't you come up on the bed here and relax. Let me turn the cameras back on. I wouldn't mind getting some video of you masturbating, that would be hot," Joey said as he climbed up off the bed to make room for Olivia to stretch out. "Ok. To be honest, I really haven't done that in quite a while. Since I started fucking, I've been so busy I really haven't had much of a chance to masturbate." "Well why don't you start and I'll see if I can find something around here to help you out," Joey said as he started rummaging through drawers. "What are you looking for?" Olivia asked. "Phil's parents have always been a little kinky. We used to go looking through their stuff when we were kids and they always had the craziest shit hidden around their bedroom. Ahh, jackpot." Olivia had started gently rubbing up and down her slit with her left hand and rubbing her nipple with her other hand as she watched Joey start pulling something out of the bottom dresser drawer opposite from the bed. "Here you go," he said as he dropped a number of items onto the bed next to her. There was a tube of cream that Olivia saw was labeled "Horny Cream" along with some very sizable dildos, some of them made even Joey and DeShawn look small. "I don't think I'll need the horny cream, I'm always horny." "It's probably just warming gel, but let me put it on you and you can tell me if it does anything for you." "Ok," Olivia replied as she stared at some of the dildos, there was only one normal sized one, all the others were much larger, including one that looked like it belonged on a horse. One even had two ends on it and it made her wonder if it was meant to be used by two girls at once. "That might be fun," she thought. Joey squeezed out a copious amount of the gel onto his fingers and smeared at all over Olivia's pussy and began to rub it into her pink labia, making sure he paid special attention to her clit which caused a soft moan to escape from her lips. Squeezing another dollop onto his finger tips, he worked his fingers into Olivia's cunt, getting as much of the cream inside as possible. "I'm not sure what that stuff does, but there's enough there that it should do something, if nothing else than give you lots of lube to get some of those monster dildos in you." "What do you want me to start with? This one ok?" Olivia asked holding up the smallest of the dildos, the only normal sized one out of the group. "Nah, that's not even as big as my cock and you took that no problem, how about the pink one next to it?" "Ok," Olivia answered picking up a much larger one, it was about ten inches long and about two inches wide at the apex of the crown, increasing in girth by the base. Leaning back against the headboard, Olivia spread her legs wide and pulled her knees up exposing her pussy, as Joey aimed the camera at the juncture of her legs. Rubbing the big head up and down her pussy, Olivia felt a warming sensation begin to emanate from her loins. Whether it was from the cream or the friction of the rubbing, Olivia couldn't tell but it felt awesome. "Turn it on," Joey instructed. "Oh, it vibrates too! Cool," Olivia answered as she located the knob on the end and twisted it on all the way bringing the big pink dildo to life. "Ahhhh, that's so amazing," Olivia purred as she rubbed the head up and down her pink pussy lips. Pushing against her opening, Olivia felt the round tip start to penetrate past the wrinkled flesh and into her love tube. "Oh yeah, that fits nice... ," Olivia moaned as the pink tube slid further inside, the taper opening her up even more as inch by inch of it disappeared inside. "Uh huh, oh yeah, my pussy is starting to really tingle now. That feels really amazing..." Rubbing her clit with one hand, the other slowly sliding the pink dildo in and out, Olivia could feel her arousal increasing and the temptation of another orgasm building. "Use both hands on the dildo and really jam it in and out. All the way in and all the way out." Following orders, Olivia reluctantly lifted her fingers from her swollen clitoris with its pretty golden ring, and grasped the end of the dildo and started speeding up the pace of her attack on her love hole. "That still feels pretty good," Olivia concluded she felt her orgasm inching closer. The cream was definitely doing something as her pussy felt hot and juicy and she had an overwhelming urge to fill her pussy up with the plastic cock. It was pretty good sized and was giving her a really good stretch, it felt almost as good as the real thing. Throwing her head back, Olivia closed her eyes as she felt the pleasure from her loins swelling, getting lost in the feeling. Jamming the phallus home harder and harder, Olivia felt something inside her give a little and the familiar but still mysterious deep pressure returned as the dildo sunk in a little deeper. It was the same feeling she got when Reed toyed with her cervical opening and gave her those spectacular orgasms, the ones that she passed out from. Figuring the opening was still a little relaxed from having the plug in there all night, Olivia realized she must have pushed the pink dildo inside her womb opening a little. It was always a bit scary when Reed messed with her womb that way, but he did give her huge mind shattering orgasms when he did. "Maybe I'll give it a try, at least a little way," she reasoned as she pushed just a little harder. Pulling out a little, Olivia could feel the head slip out and the pressure ease off. Before she lost her nerve, Olivia pushed back in and felt the tip enter again and the pressure return. Keeping up with the downward force, the dildo crept ever so slightly inwards as the pressure increased. It was a familiar sensation and one that she knew would result in a gigantic orgasm if she kept up with it. Pulling out all the way again, Olivia immediately pushed the dildo back through her cervical opening and braced herself for the return of the feeling, knowing that at some point she would succumb to her orgasm. And if it was like one of the ones Reed gave her this way, she'd end up passed out from the intensity of the orgasm. Olivia continued the in and out routine with the head of the dildo just passing through into her womb, uncertain if she was willing to go all the way and risk passing out here from one of those patented womb-gasms. Either way, nearly eight full inches of dildo was making its way into Olivia's cunt with every downward thrust. Her desire to orgasm was beginning to win the fight over whether or not she should give it one big jam inwards and see if that would send her over the edge. "Why don't you try a bigger one," Joey suggested as he watched the beauty jamming an already generously size dildo in and out of her juicy twat. "Huh, what?" Lost in her arousal, Olivia had barely heard Joey's instructions. "Try a bigger one. I want to see if you can take one of those really big ones." "Uh, ok, I'll try, but this one is pretty big already." "You can handle it I think. Give that black one a try," Joey said referring to a twelve inch long monster with a head about two and a half inches wide and about three inches wide at the base. Sliding the pink phallus from her hungry cunt, Olivia was momentarily disappointed as she felt the lovely device vacate her cleft. Reaching down, Olivia located the big black one Joey instructed her to use. It was significantly bigger than the pink one she'd grown accustomed to and would definitely be the largest thing she'd even had in her pussy. Licking the tip on it to get it wet, Olivia pushed the head up against her entrance and pushed. With considerable effort, Olivia felt the bloated latex phallus begin the stretch its way in. "Holy shit this thing is big," she thought as the ridges from the crown made its way inside, her vaginal walls giving way as they stretched around the big black cock. "Flip over and use your hips to fuck it in as deep as you can." "Ok," Olivia answered as she rolled over and got up on her knees, the big knob popping out of her pussy as she moved to adjust her position. "That's convenient," Olivia thought as she rested the base of the dildo against the bed covering and positioned the head against her opening again. Hunching her hips down, the wet and slick crown split her pussy lips open and fought for entrance in the slim tunnel. "Oof, that thing is fucking huge," Olivia thought as she pushed forcefully down on the big dong. It was slow going, Olivia had to repeatedly push and retract the big rubber cock down a little more each time as her tunnel walls stretched to accommodate the thickness. "I'm glad no guys have cocks this big, it'd be a bitch to have to fuck something this huge each time I wanted sex," Olivia thought as she felt the big dong bottom out in her love tunnel as the crown pushed up against her open cervix, knowing she'd gone as far as she could with this monster. There'd be no stuffing this thing inside her womb. Gently she began to rock her hips up and down, slowly withdrawing the slick black cock from her twat, only to push back down with a faster pace with each cycle. The pressure she felt in her loins was receding as she became used to the feeling, her flesh stretching to fit the enormous intruder. There was no pain, in fact it had felt good right from the start, it just took some getting used to as Olivia had never had anything even close to this size in her before. Olivia's hips rose up and down in a quickening pace as she sawed the thick black cock in and out of her tingling pussy. The orgasm that was approaching with the pink dildo was back in full force with this ebony beast, her white flesh contrasting starkly with the invader lodged between her legs. Her clitty was aching to be touched, but with her left hand holding her up in the kneeling position as she'd been instructed, and her right hand holding onto the black phallus, there was just no way. "I just gotta do it," she thought. "Fuck, I gotta cum now," Olivia moaned as the stimulation from the big dildo compelled her to tease her clitty. "If only I could reach down and rub my clit right now," she thought. "I need it so badly. Fuck it," Olivia thought as she flopped her upper torso down onto the bed, her ass still up in the air, and reached under her body seeking out her fiery clit. "Ahhhh, fuck me, that feels awesome..." Olivia swooned as she found her precious nub and started giving it the attention it needed. The thin golden clit ring helping provide stimulation to her sensitive tissues as her fingers expertly manipulated her swollen clit. Holding the dildo in this position was much more difficult and her gyrations on it ceased once she'd gotten her fingers on her clitty. Her hips bunched down on the big black cock nonetheless as the deep pressure, along with her clitoral stimulation was what she was craving. "Why don't you get down on the floor and use the suction cup attached to the bottom so you don't have to hold onto that thing, plus I can't see what you're doing from that position," Joey announced. "Huh, what was that?" Olivia whispered. She was only seconds away from her orgasm when she heard Joey giving her yet another command. "That dildo has a suction cup on the bottom. Pull it out of your cunt and stick in down on the hardwood floor. You can squat over it and rub your pussy at the same time. Plus we can see your boobs as well. It'll make for more entertaining video." "Ok," she replied. Reluctantly, Olivia slid the giant dick out of her steaming pussy and rolled over into a sitting position at the edge of the bed. Checking out the shiny black cock, Olivia noticed the suction cup Joey had referred to and smiled thinking, "Somebody was thinking when they invented this thing!" "Where do you want me to stick it down?" "How about right in front of the bed, that way you can lean back against it a little if you need to." "Sure," Olivia responded as she pushed down on the base of the cock and heard the air rush out of the cup. Sure enough it was stuck down nicely and didn't move when she gave it a little tug. She didn't need to be told what to do next as her pending orgasm ensured that she'd drive that big tool back up where it belonged. Stepping up to the black cudgel, Olivia balanced on the balls of her feet and spread her knees wide so Joey could zoom in on her pussy as she lowered her hips towards the tip. The black crown was still slick with her juices and with a little help from gravity, pushed back up inside Olivia's hungry pussy when she dropped her weight down on top of the giant black cock. Once started, Olivia didn't stop pushing down until all but a few inches of the beast remained outside her body. "Oohhh that feels nice," she purred as she felt filled more than she'd ever felt before. Touching the base of the dildo with her fingers, she was amazed at how thick it was and how stretched open she must be. It was easily as big around as a soda can she reasoned; her fingertips feeling how thin her stretched-out skin felt at the juncture of the device and her labia before returning to her clit. With one set of fingers working her clit and the other pinching and pulling her left nipple, a very happy Olivia Hastings was well on her way to recapturing the orgasm she was previously close to experiencing. "Don't just sit on it, fuck it in and out like it's a real dick," Joey exclaimed. "Alright," Olivia replied. "Just let me have my orgasm would ya," she thought. Every command seemed to interrupt the flow and make her orgasm seem to take just a little longer to get there. "Here suck on this dildo like you're giving it head. Deep throat it if you can," he ordered next as he stepped over and handed Olivia the double ended dildo. Olivia used her hand that was previously tweaking her nipple to grab the offered device. It was long, probably a foot and a half or more. It was normal sized in girth which meant she'd probably be able to deep throat it no problem. It also meant her orgasm would have to wait since she'd need both hands to hold onto the thing. "Just let me cum, please!" she thought as she reluctantly pulled her hand from her crotch and brought it up to hold the other end of the double ended dildo. With her sexiest look, Olivia licked the fake cock head and smiled for the camera before plunging in into her mouth. It had a funky smell to it and it had a crusty coating all over the surface. "I guess Phil's mom never washed it after the last time she used it," Olivia thought as she contemplated tasting somebody else's pussy remnants. It was a strange thought progression that quickly went through her head - had she ever eaten pussy before? Stacy ate hers yesterday while she sucked off the cab driver, and she'd finger fucked Stacy before, but had she ever eaten her pussy too? So much had happened over the last ten days that something as simple as eating pussy was something she couldn't recall. She'd done just about everything else and could remember those details, but this eluded her. "Ok, start sucking on it," Joey instructed. Olivia was certain there was no more experienced or accomplished cock-sucker on the planet than her, and if Joey wanted her to put on a demo with this rubber dick, she was up to the task. Licking her tongue up and down the side of the dick, Olivia slathered her spit up and down the shaft before licking all around the head, giving her best fuck-me face all the while. Sucking the shaft into her mouth, her cheeks hollowed out with the forcefulness of her suction, Olivia drew the head to the back of her mouth in one motion. "Down the hatch," she thought as she sucked it past her uvula and into her throat. Gently pushing back on the long dong, Olivia felt the head going further than any real cock she'd ever sucked on before. "Holy fuck, I can see it in your throat!" Joey exclaimed. "Keep going, see how far you can get it!" Olivia surely could feel it in her throat and it was all she could do to keep from retching it up. Any cocks she'd ever deep-throated before had never gone this far and although she was sure it did look sexy on film, it didn't do anything to turn her on at the moment. "Maybe if it was real it'd be fun, but not this rubber thing," she thought. "But no guy could ever have a cock this long and skinny, at least none I've ever seen," she pondered. "Keep your hips going, fuck that dildo," Joey ordered. All of Olivia's attention had been on the rubber sausage in her throat and doing her best to appease this guy by seeing how far down her throat she could jam this thing, now he wanted her to keep fucking the dildo too? "Does he have any idea how hard it is to do either of these things?" she thought. Olivia was sure the base of the cock was half-way down to her stomach as she felt the end, there was only about six inches protruding from her lips which meant that twelve inches of cock was in her mouth and partway down her throat. Following his instructions, Olivia used her strong leg muscles to restart her rhythmic fucking of the giant cock in her pussy while she pulled the cock back out of her throat so she could breathe again. Sucking and licking the rubber cock like it was a real dick, Olivia toyed with the rubber phallus in her mouth for a while before contemplating a return trip back down her throat. "Well, might as well see if it goes back down as easily the second time," Olivia thought as she pushed the length back towards the opening of her throat. Down it went just as easily as the first time and this time Olivia watched the look on Joey's face as she felt the rubber cock going down her throat. It was such a turn-on to excite guys like that she realized. It was just like the night she and Stacy stripped at Alfred's club, the looks on the faces of all the men when she took off her clothes on stage made her hotter than she'd ever felt before. And when Olivia felt hot, she felt like getting fucked, a lot. Sucking this dildo down her throat wasn't doing much for her libido, but watching the look on Joey's face did. She wanted to get fucked hard, and the super sized black cock between her legs was just what she needed. Grinding her hips down hard, Olivia planted the big dildo as deep as she could manage. Her strong legs returned her back upright pulling the black monster almost all the way out before letting herself fall back down, pushing the dildo deep once again. The fat head of the dildo slammed relentlessly against her cervix with every thrust, the pointy tip trying its best to fight its way through the partially dilated opening. On and on the Queen went, pleasuring herself on the brutal dildo and putting on a show for the camera with the throat job she was giving to the rubber phallus. She was going to get that orgasm without any help from her clitoris if need be, the look of hunger on Joey's face alone was going to fuel this orgasm. "Play with your titties now," Joey ordered. "That ought to get the job done,"" Olivia sighed as she pulled the rubber dong out of her throat and dropped it unceremoniously on the floor, her hands immediately going to her breasts. Sparks shot out as her fingers latched onto the crinkled mass of tissue atop her bulging tits. "Ohhh my God that feels so nice," Olivia purred as she continued the assault on her pussy and her tits as her orgasm approached. "Ohh God, here it comes. Oh fuck, it's gonna be ... Awwwww!" she screamed out, driving her pelvis down one last time onto the black cock, slamming it hard down against her cervix and pressing the plum sized head through the opening. "Awwwwwwwww," she bellowed as her body went into convulsions and slid sideways, the rubber cock losing its grip on the floor and making the trip still impaled in her cunt and womb as Olivia lost consciousness from the massive orgasm. Out of the blackness came a voice, "Are you ok? Hey, blondie! Come on, wake up! Are you alright?" Someone was shaking her by the arm. Olivia could feel her orgasm still coursing through her body. It was amazing, it just kept going and going. Her body was still shaking from it. The incredible feeling of her orgasm seemed to have no end. Slowly the tremors passed and her body became still, but the overpowering sensations coming from her pussy still burned all the way up to her brain. "I said are you ok? Do I need to call a doctor or something?" It was Joey's voice. Opening her eyes, Olivia saw Joey standing over her, camera still in hand filming her in her naked glory. "No, I'm ok. It's just a really good orgasm." "That was an orgasm? Holy fuck, I've never seen anything like that ever! I can't believe that's what your orgasms are like. I'm glad I got the whole thing on film too!" "They're not all like that, just the really deep ones." "Huh, I don't get it?" "Hold on... ," Olivia whispered as another series of shocks emanated from her loins followed by several involuntary whole-body muscle spasms. "Ughhh ... my orgasm ... it's still going ... what the hell... ?" Olivia wondered as the deep pressure from within seemed to feed the ongoing spams and shocks coursing through her body. Trying to sit up, Olivia realized she still had the enormous black dildo stuffed between her legs. No wonder the orgasm wouldn't stop, the thing was still buried deeply in her twat. Rolling over on her back, Olivia grabbed the base and pulled. The thing barely moved at first and panic momentarily swept over her. Visions of walking into a hospital and saying, "Can you get this giant cock out of my pussy please?" ran through her mind as she felt the giant thing start to slide out. An overwhelming sensation of relief swept over her as the bulbous head popped free of the ring of cervical muscle. The remainder of the trip was easy as the tapered shape made the extraction easy. "Hold on, I want to get a close up as you pull it out," Joey said as he maneuvered in between Olivia's outstretched legs. Looking up into the camera, Olivia smiled and held the black monster cock in place waiting for her cue. What she really wanted was just to yank it out and be done with it. The whole "jam the head inside your womb and pass out" routine was unexpected and rattled the young tween a little. Sure the orgasm itself was beyond words and the prospect of having another one was pretty inviting, but at the same time a bit scary. Olivia had never had one at any other time than when Reed was giving her one, and he had been in control. Reed was always in control, he made her feel safe at all times, even when he was doing some of the crazy shit he liked to do with her. Even that bizarre thing he did with the snake in her pussy had given her an amazing orgasm, and even though it was scary, he still made her feel safe and secure. "Ok, pull it out," Joey ordered, his camera pointed straight at her stretched out cunt. "Oof," Olivia grunted as the head popped free and her labia shrunk back down to close up her pussy. As she sat there, the black dildo still in her right hand, Olivia was in awe at the size of it. "I can't believe that fit that up me!" she exclaimed. "Are you kidding? You took that thing inside with hardy any trouble. At least that's what it looked like to me. You gotta try the big one now!" Glancing over at the remaining dildos on the bed, Olivia was puzzled, the remaining ones all looked to be the same size or smaller than the one she'd just orgasmed on. "The big one? I don't understand, there aren't any bigger ones here. Are there?" Olivia questioned with a look of apprehension on her face. "Yeah, I didn't bother getting it out because I didn't think there was any point. Check this out," Joey said with a smirk on his face. Going into the closet, Joey rummaged around and then brought a three foot long dildo that put the black one to shame. It had to be an inch thicker at the head, and only got bigger from there. Like the black one, it had a suction cup at the base. "What the hell is that and how did you find it?" Olivia asked. "I have a secret, I know where all these toys are because I've been fucking Phil's mom since I was sixteen. She loves big cocks and has a hard time finding big ones, that's why she has all these toys. I don't fuck her as often as I used to, so she makes do with these when she has to." "Seriously?" "Yep, you'd be surprised how many women get off on a big cock and there aren't as many big cocks out there as you'd think," Joey admitted with a big grin on his face. "Yeah, I've seen more than a few dicks lately myself so I'd have to agree." "Ever had one as big as mine?" Joey asked, stroking his semi-hard cock with his right hand, and still holding the gigantic dong in the other. "Yeah, one or two," Olivia replied matter-of-factly. "Really? Nobody's ever said that before," Joey said with a look of disappointment on his face. "Sorry about that. I mean yours is huge. I had two that were a little longer than yours, but they weren't as big around as yours if that makes any difference?" "Who were they? I mean did they tell you their names?" "Yeah why?" "Well, I kinda belong to this club on the internet. It's a little embarrassing to admit, but it's for guys with big dicks. You have to be a certain size and if you measure up, you're in. Women email us and ask us for sex and more often than not, we accept." "You're kidding? A website for guys with big dicks, really?" "Yeah, the webmaster posts a picture of our dick, our stats and general location. We can upload a head shot to go with it if we want. It's amazing, the women practically line up for us. I know of a few guys in the area and wondered if those guys you fucked might be in the club?" "I don't know about that, one guy is a bouncer and the other guy I think just got out of jail." "What? You fucked an ex-con? How? Where? Tell me all about it. Jump up on the bed there and take this with you and tell me all about it," Joey said as he handed over the three foot long dildo. "I don't think I'll be able to get this in me, it's way bigger than the last one and I barely got that one in me," Olivia replied as she climbed up on the bed, still naked and amazingly, still horny. "Can't you fuck me instead? I really wanna fuck you again, please???" "I will, but I want you to tell me all about how you became such a horny little slut who fucks all these guys including ex-cons. While you're at it, tell me about the craziest thing you're ever done." Grabbing the tube of Horny Cream, Olivia sat back against the pile of pillows and squeezed out a big squirt of cream onto her hand and started rubbing into her pussy as she started telling Joey and whoever was going to watch this video, her history and how she became such a wanton cock-slut. At the same time, the Horny Cream was making her pussy really slick and juicy and hungry for attention. While telling her story, Olivia looked at the giant dildo and still doubted it would ever fit, and even if it did, how stretched out would her poor little pussy be afterwards? If there was any chance she could get this massive dildo into her kitty, she'd probably need a little help and the Horny Cream was just the first step. It reminded her of her own pussy cream with all the drugs it was spiked with. She wished she had her own cream right now, that would definitely help! "Hey, that gives me an idea," Olivia thought. "Hold on a sec, I just have to run to the bathroom," she shouted to Joey as she jumped down off the bed. Olivia bolted out of the room, boobs bouncing around as she ran into the room down the hall and retrieved her backpack. Closing the bathroom door behind her, Olivia dug out her baggy of coke and made two tiny piles. It wasn't much, but it would help. If that giant dildo had any chance of going in, this would certainly help to make that happen. Instantly the rush hit her brain and made her feel amazing. "That ought to do it!" Olivia giggled. Stuffing her baggy of coke in her bag, Olivia looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess and what little makeup she'd put on this morning was gone, not to mention she still had flecks of Joey's cum coated onto her face. "That won't do. If Joey wants to make a porno of me taking on that giant thing, I want to look good doing it!" she laughed. Five minutes later and a washed, brushed, and made up Olivia walked out of the bathroom. Sure she'd gone a little heavy with Phil's mom's make-up, but a good slut was supposed to look that way. Walking back into the bedroom at the end of the hall, Olivia found Joey on the phone. "Yep, half an hour, maybe more depending. Yep, see you then..." "Well, what do you think?" Olivia asked, putting on her best model pose, her hands on her hips, her front leg cocked forward. Her breasts were truly stunning, although they were Barbie-doll-ish large on her small frame. Her hips and legs were as perfect as always as she did a little pirouette to show off her perfect dancer's ass. "Amazing. Hey, you wanna skip the big dildo and go to a party instead?" "It's up to you. I'm willing to give that dildo a try, but I'm worried my little pussy will be all stretched out if I do manage to get it in, and wouldn't you prefer me tighter than looser?" Olivia asked with a half-smile across her face, doing her best "innocent" look. "I guess you have a point there. Anyway, while you were in the bathroom, a buddy of mine called and said a group of my friends are having a party tonight. I told them about you and they want to meet you." "Are you still talking about tonight?" "Yeah." "I need to call my neighbor just to make sure I can go out. And can I bring Stacy with me?" "Who's Stacy? Is she the little brunette I fucked earlier?" "No, that was Katy, Stacy's sister. Stacy was the girl fucking Katy's boyfriend on the chair next to the bed." "Oh, I see. Say, did you wash your pussy while you were in the bathroom?" "Uh, not really, Why, should I?" "Yeah, come on, let's get you cleaned up for the party," Joey said as he lightly grabbed Olivia by the arm and marched her back out the door and down the hallway. "Go on in there and wash up as best you can, I'll be right back." Returning to the bathroom, Olivia looked in the mirror thinking she looked pretty hot and wondered at the same time why this Joey guy thought she needed cleaning up. Finding a face cloth, Olivia ran the water until it was nice and warm and proceeded to wipe down her pussy as best she could without actually jumping in the bath tub. "Here we are," Joey said walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind his hulking form. Olivia noticed he was holding a 2 liter bottle of Coke in his free hand and before she had a chance to wonder what he needed with a full bottle of soda for, watched him dump the contents out into the sink. "Uh, why did you do that?" Olivia asked. "To clean you out, both holes. I don't eat where I just fucked, plus I want to make sure you don't coat my cock with that brown ass juice like you did earlier." Still confused Olivia stood silently as she watched Joey fill up the bottle from the bathtub faucet, dump it out then refill the bottle with clear water. "Ok, get in the tub, on your back, legs up in the air. I'm going to flush you out so that you're clean and sparkly." Following his orders like a little puppy, Olivia climbed into the tub and lay down, knees high and open wide, her fuzzy golden pussy on display. "Pull your pussy open so I can get the bottle mouth in your cunt." Without questioning his orders, Olivia pulled open her developing pussy lips and exposed her precious love hole as she lay there on the cold enameled steel of Phil's parent's bathtub, and watched with fascination as Joey pressed the mouth of the coke bottle into her love hole. A gentle squeeze and she felt the gush of very warm water jet up her channel, warming her in a way she'd never felt before. "Ok, squeeze your cunt muscles and squirt that water out," Joey commanded. Three more squirts and Joey was satisfied he'd cleaned the beauty's pussy as well as could be done. "Ok, turn over onto your knees," he said as he filled the bottle back up full again from the faucet. "Time to clean out your asshole." Olivia was complacent as she followed his orders. His douching of her pussy felt pretty good despite the awkwardness of the situation. "A bath would have been much more pleasant," she thought as the last of the water drained from her cunt. Looking down, Olivia was pleased to see the water dripping out was clear as when it went in. Surprisingly, it took all four flushes to get all the cum out of her recesses. With her cervical opening gaping open constantly now, the copious amounts of male semen that had been blasted into her pussy had seeped into her womb and was only completely dispelled by the warm water. Olivia felt her ass cheeks being pulled apart and she stared straight ahead and absently admired the assortment of shampoos and conditioners Phil's mom used. The hard plastic mouth of the bottle was pressed up against her well-used asshole and as she'd grown accustomed, relaxed her anus and let the end of the bottle pop past her sphincter. She heard the crinkle of plastic at the same moment the gush of warm water hit her bowels. The sensation was foreign and at the same time soothing. To be warmed from the inside felt very peculiar. She was used to the feeling of a cock in her ass, but this was entirely different. The rush of water continued as Olivia felt her bowels begin to hurt from the volume squirting into her. "I think that's enough, it's starting to hurt a little," she said. "No problem," Joey said as he removed the bottle from the cutest ass he'd ever laid his eyes on. With half of the water gone from the bottle, Joey said, "Can you get over to the toilet without making a mess?" "I think so," Olivia replied as she stood up. The urge to shit out the contents from her distended bowels was overpowering as she stepped out of the tub and waddled over to the toilet and gently sat down. Olivia didn't need to be told what to do next as she let loose a torrent of murky water from her anus. It felt like diarrhea as the warm liquid exploded from her rectum, coating the insides of the bowl with a foul smelling mixture. Flushing quickly to dispel the smell and the contents of the bowl, Olivia's face went beat red from the embarrassment of having this stranger extract the poop from her body. Of all the sexual acts she'd performed over the last week and a half, and all the levels of degradation and depravity she'd subjected herself too, this one event topped all others for reasons she couldn't explain. She heard the water running and looked up to see Joey filling the bottle again. "Forget the tub, can you stand up and touch your toes? I'll just pour it in while you stand there in front of the toilet, ok?" "Uh, are you sure you need to do it again? I think you have me cleaned out already." "Just one more squirt and we're done alright?" "Ok," Olivia sighed as she bent over and rested her palms on the floor next to her feet, her pert ass high in the air. Joey pressed the bottle up to her ass and inserted it into her rosebud with ease. Tipping the bottle up and squeezing gently, he watched gravity help dump the contents of the bottle into the young blonde's body. She was amazing in so many ways, she was gorgeous and was a total slut, willing to do anything he asked. She was everything Alfred said she'd be and more. "Alright, sit down and push it out," he said. Five minutes and a soapy washcloth later, Olivia was sparkling clean front and back and found herself sitting atop the bathroom counter, her knees pulled up and spread wide. Joey stood before her with a razor and a can of shaving cream. "Like I said, I love your blonde pussy hair, but it's gotta go," he stated as he began spreading shaving cream around her vulva. Bumping her little clit ring with every stroke of the warm foamy soap over her sex elicited a soft groan from the blonde tween. "But it just started growing!" Olivia protested meekly between groans. She wasn't able to see what he was doing between her legs because her large breasts were obliterating her field of view downwards, but it sure felt good whatever it was he was doing. "It'll grow back eventually, besides, your cute little pussy is going to look so much better without it. Plus I don't like eating hair." "Huh?" Olivia replied, staring down at the top of the man's head over her heaving breasts as he knelt between her legs shaving her blonde pubes off. "I'm going to eat your sweet little pussy out and I want it clean and pristine." "What a strange progression," she thought. "To go from the prospect of having to squat over that giant dildo to now he wants me to go to a party, but not before a douche and an enema, and now he wants to shave my pubes off and then eat me out. What's with this guy?" she wondered as she felt the sharp edge of the razor removing all traces of her newly developing womanhood. "Oh, ok," Olivia replied to Joey as he slid the razor over her now-smooth vulva. She'd only been eaten out a few times and it was something she absolutely loved, but guys usually only wanted to fuck her pussy or ass. Eating her out was something only Reed took the time to do. "Reed, I should probably call him. I wonder if he had any plans for us tonight?" she wondered. He was her special guy, someone who really seemed to care about her and he wasn't just interested in his own needs. Sure he had a kinky side which always seemed to push the limits of her sexuality, but he made her feel safe and she respected and admired him for that, maybe even loved him for that. Olivia felt a warm cloth rubbing up against her cunt and looked down at Joey's smiling face. "It's perfect, let's go back into the bedroom." Still fully nude, Olivia followed Joey back into the master bedroom, his muscular body moving like a well oiled machine. She'd fucked him silly, or maybe he was the one who'd fucked her silly, either way, Olivia was eager to climb back into bed with him and fuck him again, especially if he was going to eat her out. She'd really fuck him good for that! "Do you have any coke?" "Huh, what did you say?" Olivia asked. She was so lost in thought watching his heavy cock sway from side to side as he turned around, that she missed his question Plus she was still buzzing from the two little hits she'd already done. "Do you have any coke? You know, cocaine?" "Yeah, a little," she replied sheepishly. Not used to being asked if she had drugs, Olivia was caught off-guard by the question and was momentarily uncertain of how to reply. Her youth and innocence led her to tell the truth and resulted in her admission. "Cool, get it out, we'll do some. I hear getting your pussy eaten out when you're high is the best thing ever." "Really?" Olivia questioned. She'd been high on coke plenty of times and it always made sex amazing, but she couldn't recall having anyone eat her pussy while stoned. "Could be fun," she thought as she walked over to her backpack and dug around for her stash of coke. Handing the baggy to Joey along with her straw, she watched as he expertly laid out three heavy lines of the white dust and handed her the straw. "You go first and I'll have some after you're done?" "You want me to do all that?" Olivia questioned. She'd snorted a fair amount over the last week but this was a lot by anyone's standards. "It'll be amazing, trust me." Snorting down the three lines, Olivia felt the sting in her nostrils and taste in the back of her throat as the powder worked its magic. The rush was intense as the new bolus added to the effect of her previous dose, her skin becoming electric, her senses heightened beyond anything she'd ever experienced. She was floating on a cloud as she was ushered over to the bed. Lying on her back with her legs parted widely, Olivia was aware of a powerful sensation emanating from her loins. Joey was eating her cunt and it felt amazing beyond words. He was working her clit with his tongue and he had two fingers buried deep. He was hitting a spot that made her feel like she was going to pee, only that wasn't it, it was indescribable and overpowering. The man knew how to eat a pussy and was driving her insanely horny with his manipulations. She was going to cum huge and it was going to happen fast at his current pace. Pulling his fingers out of her soaked pussy, Joey reached up and clamped the fingers from both hands onto her sensitive nipples, squeezing firmly sending sparks shooting out in all directions. "Ohhh, that feels so fucking amazing..." Olivia purred as she hunched her hips up to mash her pussy into Joey's face. It was coming soon, every swipe of his tongue across her now-swollen clit was driving her closer to her orgasm. He was dancing around her clit expertly, sliding up and down the sides of the protruding nub. Flicking up and down with the tip of his tongue, Joey teased the sensitive bundle of nerves driving the poor girl towards her climax. Slowing down his tonguing to a gentle swipe here and there, Joey also released his grip on Olivia's nipples and returned his one hand to the entrance to her pussy while the other hand gently caressed the areola, toying with the little diamond stud pierced through her left nipple. Olivia suddenly realized the intensity of the stimulation on her clit was all but gone and that the orgasm she was rapidly building towards, stalled. Glancing down, Olivia saw Joey smiling up at her from between her legs, his mouth still locked on her pussy, his tongue playfully toying with her clit ring and only occasionally swiping across her swollen clit. Before she could say anything, the sensations from her pussy exploded again as his previous efforts returned and she felt her orgasm coming on again. It felt like an eternity as Olivia experienced her climax approaching repeatedly, only to abate as Joey kept starting and stopping his tonguing action. She so badly wanted to cum. She was going out of her mind with how horny he was making her, longing for her climax and ultimately to get fucked again by this man's great big cock. And then it stopped altogether. "Let's go princess, we're hitting the road," Joey said as he stood up and walked over to the long dresser against the opposite wall. Rifling through one of the drawers, he turned around and said, "This ought to do, put it on." Olivia sat up in time to see something black and lacey thrown in her direction. "Why did you stop? What are you talking about? I don't understand?" "Put that on, we're going out I said." With her brain still seriously messed up from the coke, Olivia couldn't find an argument and complied. Picking up the garment, Olivia discovered it was a very sheer and lacey black nightie, and after pulling it down over her torso, found it came to only a few scant inches past her pussy. Her breasts were completely on display as the sheerness of the outfit left nothing to the imagination. Her bald pussy would be on display with just the slightest breeze and flit of the hemline. Slipping her feet into a pair of black high-heeled shoes that Joey had absconded from the closet completed the outfit. Getting dressed quickly, Joey grabbed the blonde girl's backpack and throwing what little clothing of hers he could find into the sack, carried it over his shoulder as he marched the thoroughly stoned out girl from the bedroom and down to hall. Taking a side door away from the crowd, Joey successfully exited the house without being seen and walked the stumbling bombshell down the drive towards his car. "Where are we going?" Olivia sighed as she settled into the seat. "To a party, just for you." "Ok," she sighed again as the coke cooking her brain made the suggestion of going somewhere unknown with a complete stranger to do who-knows-what, seem perfectly safe and secure. "Oh, one other thing, I want you good and horny. Lift your leg up and play with your pussy, but don't cum. Can you do that?" "That's no fun," Olivia pouted playfully as she lifted both feet up onto the seat and spread her legs wide, showing off her precious charms. Her glistening hairless cunt was begging for attention after being brought to the precipice of her orgasm only to stopped over and over again by Joey's merciless teasing. She needed the stimulation badly, her horny cunt demanded it. And so Olivia complied with his request. With two fingers knuckle-deep and her other fingers busy on her love button, Olivia sighed with pleasure and threw her head back and closed her eyes, oblivious to where she was or where she was going, and what or whom would be waiting for her when she arrived. ------- Stacy was having a ball in the pool, she was surrounded by guys who wanted nothing less than to play with her titties and feel her up. "It is so nice to finally have real boobs," she thought as her newly sprouted C-cups bounced and jiggled as she frolicked in the shallow end of the pool, hands groping her at every opportunity. And with Stacy Bennett being both a super-flirt and super-slut all rolled into one, that was an awful lot of opportunity! Stacy had decided to forego pulling a train like her sister Katy had, or her best friend Olivia with her living room orgy with the stoners. No, Stacy was having fun just showing off her body in her skimpy little bikini and getting the guys all hot for her, teasing them, making them work for her attention which had been a bit of a challenge considering there were two randy pussies inside fucking anyone who offered them their cocks. That was until Olivia went into the master bedroom with that guy who had spent so much time fucking her sister. She hadn't seen Olivia since then and if that guy could stay hard as long as he had with Katy, she wouldn't see her best friend for a while. Stacy had officially only fucked one guy since she'd arrived at Phil's house, that guy being Steve. Considering he'd spent the morning fucking Katy, and then Olivia after that, Stacy was a bit surprised when he was able to get it up for her and surprised even more when he was able to fuck for as long as he did. By the time he was done dumping his cum into her pussy, Stacy had missed a fair amount of the party. Leaving Steve in the room they'd just fucked in, Stacy headed down the hall, naked as the day she was born, looking to find her bikini and saw Katy was still banging the big-cocked white guy in the other room. She could hear the commotion from the living room and saw Olivia was still going at it with the stoners. Stacy stood and watched for a while as Olivia took on three cocks at a time on the couch. Olivia was a marvel to watch in action. Stacy could only ever hope to be as slutty and willing as Olivia was once she got going. The girl was a fucking machine and seemed to be able to go on forever, taking cock after cock without stopping. "I wonder how many dicks that girl could take before stopping if she had an unlimited supply of them?" Stacy wondered. The feeling of Steve's cum running down her leg brought Stacy back from her thoughts about Olivia's fucking limitations. Finding her backpack where she left it in the living room, and her bikini nowhere to be seen, Stacy searched around looking for where she might have left it. It was at the foot of the bed next to Katy where Stacy found her happily coupled with the muscle-bound jock with the thick cock. How that guy could keep going that long was a feat Stacy pondered as she headed for the bathroom. With most of Steve's cum either dripped out onto the floor, or down her leg, Stacy grabbed a cloth to clean up and then donned her bikini. With her cunt wiped clean and her bikini back on, what little there actually was of course, Stacy dug around in her backpack looking for her baggy of coke, and came across her cell phone first. She wasn't looking for the thing, but it started ringing anyway. "Hello?" she said. "Hey beautiful, thanks for filling in on short notice last night," said the voice on the other end. "Oh, Hi Alfred. No problem. You know me, always ready, willing and able," she joked. "Yeah, no prob babe. What's that blonde slut friend of yours up to? She was supposed to take care of those guys last night, not you. No offence, they just asked for a blonde." "No problem, I hope they had fun though." "Oh yeah, they were pretty happy with the job you did on them. So where is that blonde bitch? I texted and called her like three times yesterday and no response." "Sorry, I didn't know she hadn't responded to you. The last I saw of her last night, she was all slutted up and going out the door with Steve's dad but I don't know what she did with him. I know she's here, I just saw her fucking like ten guys in the living room here at Phil's house." "Yeah, I don't take too kindly to being ignored. The bitch needs to learn her place if she wants to keep her nose full of my candy, she works for me just like you do and you girls need to be there for me when I call. The little bitch is going to get an attitude adjustment. I got plans for her for not getting back with me. She meet Joey yet?" "Who's Joey and what plans?" Stacy asked. She didn't like the tone in his voice at the mention of his "plans" for her best friend. Alfred was not a man to be fucked with, that much she knew about the man. "Big burly white guy, friend of Phil's. You see him there?" "I think so. I think he might be the guy who's fucking my sister right now." "You got a sister who's a slut like you? Is she available for work? I could use another cunt in my stable, especially if she's anything like you." "I can ask her if you want me to?" Stacy said as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at her reflection. She was so caught up with the excitement of the rapid changes in her body and the thrill from all the naughty acts she'd been doing with this new body, that the consequences of her actions were completely lost to her. She was constantly horny twenty-four hours a day and wanted nothing else but to party and to fuck and out-do her best friend in that department. With her sister as a potential new challenger, Stacy Bennett was mentally prepared to remove any moral roadblocks she may have left, if such a thing even existed. "Let's arrange a meeting and see if she has potential or if she's interested. I'll call you back, maybe today, maybe tomorrow. See ya." Click. Stacy thought about what Alfred had said. The guys she fucked for him last night were happy "enough" with her even though they had wanted Olivia. Now he was asking for Katy to join the party? Why did it always have to come down to a competition? Why did she feel she needed to finish in first place? She always felt so inadequate, even now. Olivia was prettier, she had the bigger boobs, now Katy was getting in on the competition too! Feeling sorry for herself, Stacy pulled out her baggy of coke and created happiness in her brain. "Time to go have fun and show them who's boss," Stacy said to her reflection as she wiped the white halo from her nostrils and went out to be the boy-toy she knew she was deep down inside. ------- Katy Bennett was spent. She'd fucked four guys in a row, all of them in front of her Steve. The first three guys just wanted to fill her cunt full of their cream, which was fun too, but the last guy Joey, he'd done things to her that she didn't know could be done. He'd fucked her in positions she hadn't even dreamed of, and he stayed hard the whole time he fucked her. He was amazing at fucking, and dragged her along for the ride, kicking and screaming in pleasure the whole way. Still relatively a rookie at sex, Katy had been introduced to sex in a rather unorthodox manner, fucking eleven guys on her first day of becoming sexually active. Since that day four days ago, Katy had received a crash course on sex and aside from Roger's quickies every morning for the last three days, believed that Steve had taught her everything there was to learn about sex. "Everything" didn't quite encompass what Joey was able to do to her body. She'd cum on his cock repeatedly, even experiencing "multiple" orgasms in a row while he pounded her with his meat stick. Even now as she lay there with her legs spread wide and Joey's cum still dripping from her happy twat, Katy Bennett was practically glowing. She'd basked in the afterglow for longer than she could recollect. Buck naked and spread out on the bed, the sheets still soaked form their combined sweet and sex juices, Katy had no inclination to move. Even as she felt the bed move and some new face appear over her, she made no attempt to close up her legs, or stop the new guy as he slid his hard cock home into her sopping pussy. "Is this pussy taken?" the new guy joked as he speared into her cummy pussy. "It is now," Katy replied, too tired, but still too horny to even think about saying "no" to this guy. ------- Olivia had made it a game, just as Joey had asked. She was keeping herself right on the verge of cumming, but not going over the edge. It was maddening, but at the same time thrilling to know she could get herself this close to cumming and still having enough willpower to actually resist going over the edge. The coke pumping through her brain was making it extremely to keep this up as the Queen within her was doing all she could to convince Olivia to go over the edge, take what she rightfully wanted and needed. The one thing that had driven her almost single-mindedly over the last ten days was her near-addiction to orgasming, and here she was doing her best to keep herself from traversing that chasm. The one thing this exercise was doing for her, was making her hornier for sex than she'd ever felt before. Even at her height of her hormone induced days, she'd never felt this turned on and hungry for cock. She was cock-starved and needed her fix badly, she was ready to jump on the first cock she saw, human or otherwise. Anything at all to relieve this self-induced torture she was putting herself through. Just when she thought she could stand it no longer, and when just the slightest increase in pressure on her clitoris might knock her into orgasmic bliss, the car lurched to a halt. "We're here," Joey said as he shut off the car and opened his door. Going around the car to open her door, Joey looked in through the window and was delighted by the sight before him. Perhaps the prettiest girl he'd ever sunk his formidable cock into, was horned up unlike any woman he'd even seen before, and ready for his cock again. She had the look of a hungry predator on her face as she looked at his crotch as he opened the door, her head at the same level as the bulge in his jeans. Her legs were still spread wide and her cunt was soaked with her secretions. He could see a big wet spot on his passenger seat from her pussy juice. "Lubed up and ready to go I see," Joey commented as Olivia made no attempts to close her legs or remove her hands from her cunt as she continued staring at the junction of his legs. He could practically feel her eyes touching his cock. "Am I going to get fucked now?" Olivia begged, her fingers still lost in her love nest, her chest heaving with anticipation, her breasts jutting out, begging to be touched. Her nipples were crinkled up making her studded mounds tent out the thin sheer fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination. The cool air rushing in from the open door could do nothing to cool down Olivia's steaming cunt as she reluctantly removed her hands from her crotch as Joey pulled her from the car. It was still light outside as Olivia found herself in a parking lot outside a very large building. There were people walking here and there and nobody in particular paying them any attention as Joey started walking her along beside him heading towards the front of the building ahead of them. Olivia read the sign next to the door, "Wilson Hall – City College Dormitory" and it had just started to sink in that she was somewhere very foreign to her, when five guys walked out the door in front of her. "Whoa, where's the party man?" said one of the lead guys as he drank in the sight in front of him. A beautiful blond girl with enormous tits and from what he could tell through the sheer fabric, nothing else on underneath and sporting black high heels, walked towards him. Her studded nipples showed through the thin film easily and from what the snapshot in his mind told him, no panties and no bush either! Score! "Fifth floor, west wing, common room, tell everyone you know. Give us about half an hour," Joey replied as he pushed Olivia through the door as the last guy in line held the door open for them. Olivia was in a trance as her horniness and her snorts of cocaine still obliterated any rational thought. The Queen was in charge at the moment, and she was thinking about the fact that she was walking into a college dorm full of male bodies ready to give her pleasure. The elevator ride was short and uneventful as the doors opened onto the fifth floor and Olivia felt Joey pulling her by the arm down the hallway. Walking into the common room, Olivia was delighted to see it full of guys all staring at her and her nearly naked body. Her wet pussy was already sending little rivulets down her thighs, now with the prospect of all these guys giving her the orgasm she so badly needed, her cunt seemed to gush. "Guys, this is Olivia, and she loves cock." A "hurray" went up from the group at the news. "I watched her wear out ten guys this afternoon without even breaking a sweat. Do you think you can give her a run for her money?" Joey asked, his hand lifting the hem of the nightie up showing her shaved cunt. "Let's have a drink or two to get acquainted," Joey said as he led Olivia over to a red colored couch. Sitting down, Olivia felt her bare pussy on the couch material and the friction felt nice if not just a little bit rough. In front of her was a collection of liquor bottles and an assortment of shot glasses. She was still feeling the effects of the coke running through her body and knew she didn't need anything else clouding her brain, she wanted to remember and enjoy whatever these guys had planned for her. "Here gorgeous, drink this, you'll love it," Joey said as he pushed a small shot glass towards her with a clear liquid in it. Watching Joey throw his glass back, swallowing the contents in one swallow, Olivia picked it up and tipped the glass up to her lips. It tasted like cherry. Pouring the contents into her mouth and swallowing, Olivia felt a warming sensation building up as it coated her throat and ending up in her stomach. "That tastes yummy," Olivia said. A roar of approval rose from the collection of guys crowding around trying to get a look at the blonde girl with the big tits. A few of the guys were getting a nice peek between her legs at her hairless crotch as she sat there wedged between Joey and one of the other guys next to her. Five shots later, Olivia had swallowed a nice assortment of alcoholic shots and was starting to feel the effects of the booze. She didn't understand why they felt the need to get her drunk, she was a sure thing and really wanted to get on with fucking these guys. With an already cloudy head, Olivia felt herself losing control of her body as the alcohol starting getting to her. She felt hands pulling her to her feet and her nightie being pulled over her head leaving her completely naked followed by a roar from the guys surrounding her. Olivia was on her back with a cock pushing into her cunt, hands were groping her tits and Olivia was in heaven. "Oh yeah, feed me your cocks, give me all your cocks..." Time passed slowly as the pleasure from her loins fed her brain and body. Olivia knew the coke had worn off, but the booze still had her brain all fucked up. She was sitting on top of some guys cock and another was pressed up her ass. Somebody was feeding her another shot of alcohol. The lights were bright as she looked around after drinking back the shot. The room was packed with bodies and they were all waiting for a turn with her. "Bring em' on," Olivia thought as she pushed her hips up and down on the hard cocks piercing her womanhood. She'd had her orgasm finally and several more afterwards, and she wasn't even close to filling her quota. Olivia found her mouth very busy between spurting cocks and drinking back shots of booze as they positioned her body for whatever way they felt like fucking her. Eventually she found herself bent over the back of the couch standing up with her feet spread wide apart and tied to the couch legs, her body slumped over the back of the couch, her body resting on the cushions. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it gave the guys easy access to her holes and put her mouth at crotch level for the guys that wanted to spew their cum down her throat. She found herself looking out the window in between sucking dicks and saw it was still light outside and made her wonder what time it was. It was sometime around the middle of the afternoon when she left the pool party, although she couldn't be sure really. The stream of cocks never ended, nor did the shots of booze. They kept her continuously drunk and continuously fuck of cock. With the occasional bathroom break and the occasional break to wipe the cum from her ass and pussy, Olivia found her holes almost constantly filled. The light in the sky faded and eventually turned dark, and still the guys kept coming. She started longing for a break, longing for her baggy of coke to make this more enjoyable, longing to just go home and put an end to this stream of dicks. It was then that Olivia realized there may not be an end to this fucking. She was alone, nobody knew where she was, not even Stacy knew with whom she'd left the party. She needed to get word to Stacy and let her know where she was and she needed to get word to her mom and let her know... , know what? That she was in a college dorm fucking hordes of guys, know that she was safe, know that she was sleeping over at Stacy's house, what? She just didn't know what to think, the booze was fucking up her thought process and made her question just what she should do if these guys even gave her a chance to make a call. Her first reaction was to provide cover for her past-time and let her mom know she was sleeping over at Stacy's place, although right about now, she just wanted to go home. The sky remained dark and the guys kept coming. Olivia found the guys collecting the dripping sperm from her cunt and feeding it to her in the little shot glasses. In her vulnerable position, Olivia found some of the longer cock'ed guys able to reach all the way past her cervix and into her womb as they deposited their seed directly into her most precious place. This event was becoming something well beyond anything she'd ever experienced before. Her view for the most part was that of whatever cock she happened to have jammed in her face at the moment, although from time to time she caught glimpses of Joey and that video camera zooming in on her. It was on one of these occasions Olivia waved at him and tried to get his attention. "Hey doll, what's up?" Joey asked from behind his digital recorder. "Getting enough cock are ya?" he asked zooming in on Olivia's face, stuffed with yet another cock. Spitting out the current phallus, Olivia slurred, "Yesh... , I need to call my mom ... and let her know I'm ok ... and that I'm going to be staying at Stacy's house. Otherwishe ... sheesh gonna freak if she comesh ... home from work end' findshmeee gone." "No problem babe, I think we can find the time to give you a break in a little while and get her a message. Will a text work?" "Uh huh, I shink thata be ok," Olivia mumbled as the guy in front of her kept trying to poke his cock back into her mouth. Joey rifled through Olivia's pack and found her cell phone and found a pile of unanswered texts from a bunch of different guys, Jake, Elliott, some guy named Lou, her friend Stacy, a bunch from Alfred and surprisingly, no new messages from her mother. A smile crossed his face as he read through the texts. "What a busy little slut we got here," Joey thought as he looked over at the young tween getting speared from both ends. Joey sent a message to Olivia's mother asking if she could stay at Stacy's tonight and put the phone in his pocket awaiting an answer. This whole plan was turning out brilliantly; one of his buddies came up with the idea of wrist bands and keeping track of the guys that fucked the little slut. One thing that was always in abundance on campus if you knew the right people were wrist bands and they had given out a large number of them already, and they had all night to keep giving them out. Joey had one of his buddies use a sharpie to mark on each wrist band how many times each guy fucked her and where they'd spermed into her. It wasn't all that important in the big scheme of things, but it would make for interesting info to have for when he compiled the video footage. Looking in the pack, Joey saw the remnants of her baggy of coke and decided to give the rest to her and fuck her up good. She was going to be in for a long night and probably would need it to make it through. Olivia welcomed the cocaine as she snorted up the offering Joey held out for her. The booze was still fucking her up big time, but she loved fucking on coke and since it seemed there was no end in sight to the endless stream of cocks, she might as well enjoy it as much as possible. The coke hit her hard, Joey had given her another big dose of it and Olivia slumped over the couch as her body felt the sensation surge through her. The cock in her pussy seemed electrified as the coke worked its magic. She felt reenergized and ready for more, much more. Olivia lost track of time as the window outside remained dark and the supply of cocks never dwindled. At some point in time she passed out, and yet the stream of dicks never stopped. ------- "Hey blondie, wake up." Olivia felt someone shaking her and heard the voice. It was familiar and yet so far away. Her body ached all over, her throat was swollen from all the cocks that had been forced down her throat. Her cunt and asshole burned like they were on fire, thankfully for the time being they were free of any intrusions. She was still bent over the couch, her feet seemingly still tied to the couch legs although her legs were completely numb and if not for the couch back, she'd be on the floor helpless as a baby seal. "I said wake up blondie!" It was the same voice, and one she recognized. Opening her dreary bloodshot eyes, Olivia saw the world swim into focus. Light was streaming through the window and there was a man sitting on the couch she was still tied to. "There's my little meal ticket. Over here sweetie," he said as he put a finger under chin and pulled her face towards his. It was Alfred, in the flesh. "Untie her feet and let her sit down," Alfred ordered to someone standing behind her. Olivia felt hands at her feet and the next thing she knew, she was being picked up by someone immensely strong who placed her gently, almost lovingly on the couch next to Alfred. It was DeShawn, her friend. She winced as her bottom hit the couch, her pussy and asshole were swollen and beyond tender. Serious pain was coming from her crotch as she tried to sit there, shifting uncomfortably trying to find relief. "Are you ok babe?" DeShawn whispered into her ear. She nodded and returned her focus back to Alfred. "I need you to understand something sweet cheeks. I don't give you coke at bargain basement prices for nothing. I expect you to be available to work for me whenever I need you, and you've been a bad girl for not taking my calls or returning my texts. This little punishment here was my idea and my pal Joey carried it out perfectly. There won't be a repeat performance because you aren't going to fuck up again, are you?" Alfred said, it was more of a statement than a question. The look on his face was neither anger nor pleasure, he was all business and that was it. Olivia nodded and tried to find her voice. She'd had nothing but booze and cum down her throat since yesterday afternoon and although it was light outside, she had no idea what time it was, only that she couldn't talk and was thirsty as hell. "Get her a drink of water. Poor thing's only had cum to drink all night," Alfred ordered. DeShawn handed Olivia a bottle of water which she drank down slowly, finding the cool liquid soothing her aching throat. "I'm sorry Alfred, my neighbor took me out and didn't let me check my phone. I'm sorry, it won't happen again," she sobbed as tears started spilling down her cheeks. Olivia felt defeated, what she thought was just another sexual adventure had turned out to be a punishment for not being available for whoring for her drug dealer. What had she gotten herself into she wondered as she sat there, tears dripping off her chin and falling onto her naked breasts, her diamond studs glinting as the sunlight from the window sparkled of them. "I'm twelve years old, what the hell have I done to myself to get here?" she wondered as she sat there completely naked sobbing. "Get her dressed and get her home," Alfred ordered to DeShawn as he got up and left, leaving her alone with her friend. DeShawn looked through her bag and found her change of clothes she'd been wearing the day before when she left the house and tossed then onto the couch next to her. Olivia looked bad, her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot and her lips looked swollen as he held out her shirt for her to put on. It was a struggle getting dressed Olivia found as it took every ounce of strength she had left just to lift her arms up to pull her shirt down and found every movement harder than she ever thought possible. There was no way she'd be able to manage getting her bra on, so she didn't even bother. DeShawn bent down to help her get her shorts on when he spied her abused pussy. It looked bad, and smelled bad. He'd seen this girl take on a lot of cock before and her pussy still looked beautiful. It was very red, and very swollen and was obviously causing her a lot of pain. "Hold on a second honey, let me take the edge off this," he instructed. Five minutes later, DeShawn had worked a decent amount of coke from his own personal stash into her pussy and asshole and the effect was instantaneous. The drug numbed her loins and the pain was gone Olivia found as she let DeShawn push her feet through the leg openings of her shorts and help her stand up so she pull them up. He legs were starting to get feeling back in them again and found she could actually stand up on them. "What time is it?" Olivia asked as her friend helped her walk towards the door to leave. "Ten in the morning." Stopping, she looked at DeShawn and said, "Oh, my God, they fucked me since yesterday afternoon, that was like fourteen hours or so ago. No wonder I'm so sore." Looking back at the scene of the crime, Olivia spied a bowl on the floor behind the couch between where her feet had been. Out of curiosity, Olivia rambled over to it and looked down. It was obvious it was put there to catch all the cum that had dripped out of her pussy and asshole, and from the quantity in the bowl, it appeared they hadn't dumped it out very often. It was shocking how much cum the guys had poured into her body judging by how much was in the bowl, not to mention to countless shots she'd swallowed down her throat. "Let's go kid," DeShawn urged as he pulled on her arm. In the car, Olivia went through her bag and found her cell phone, her bikini from yesterday and a very thick envelope. Looking at her cell phone, she saw a text from her mother replying back to Joey's text, asking if she could sleep over at Stacy's house. "Have fun honey, see you in the morning. I may have a few errands to run tomorrow morning, so I may not be home when you come home, but I'll be home before I go to work." "Have fun. Yeah mom, I had plenty of that last night," she thought as she sat there in the passenger seat of DeShawn's Escalade, her pussy still throbbing despite the coke he'd stuffed up her cunt. Picking up the envelope, Olivia tore it open and found piles of cut up wrist bands, a DVD, and a note. It was from Joey and it read: "Here are the wrist bands from all the guys that fucked you last night. I thought I'd give them to you as a souvenir. Some of the guys left you little love notes on theirs, and each one shows how many times and where each of them deposited their cum. The DVD has all the raw footage from your video. In case you were wondering, here's your tally for the night: 204 guys fucked you total. Every one of them fucked and came in your pussy. 93 of them fucked your ass too. You swallowed 112 loads of cum. You're a star! Enjoy! Joey." "Thanks, I feel like a star right now," Olivia thought as her head started pounding in addition to her already aching body. Thankfully Olivia's mom wasn't home when DeShawn pulled up out front of her house. She gingerly stepped down from the big SUV and hobbled up the walkway before waving back to her friend. ------- Lauren Hastings was on her back in a Motel 6 getting her pussy pounded by one of her new studs. Just the day before she'd fucked her first guy off the Cougar Hunters website, and now here she meeting with another guy who'd peaked her interest. He was a hunk and he liked her big tits. He spent twenty minutes sucking on them before sinking his cock into her shaven pussy. Lauren had made him wear a condom although he complained about it and although she really wanted to go bareback (it felt so much better), she still hadn't made her appointment with Dr. Sanders yet. Lauren was having the time of her life. She wasn't like most women who'd had her share of lovers. Before the beach party, she'd only ever had sex with her husband, and that had sucked. She'd only had sex with him a small number of times before he split, not even waiting around to see the birth of his daughter. She had lost-time to make up and was willing to get down and dirty to get there. It was a stroke of luck that her daughter slept over at her friend's house last night. It gave her the chance to go through all her new messages and find the guy she wanted to hook up with today. Fortune was smiling on her when the guy replied back that he was available this morning and with Olivia out of the house, she was able to make herself up nicely without any questions from her daughter as to where she was going. She even stopped along the way and bought a few new outfits to enhance her figure. Not that the new outfit stayed on her long as she was naked inside of ten minutes inside the hotel room. Glancing at the clock, Lauren figured she had about another hour before she'd need to run home and make lunch for Olivia and then get off to work. "Hopefully this new stud can keep it up long enough to keep me occupied for another hour!" she thought as he continued jack-hammering into her sopping cunt. ------- Stacy had been worried all night long as she'd tried repeatedly to get in touch with her best friend, worrying what Alfred had done to her. The pool party had gone on until late in the evening and Stacy had fucked maybe half a dozen guys. She couldn't get into it when she realized her best friend had left the party. Katy had stayed with her and had finally stopped fucking guys after she'd gone through her sixth guy. Steve had been pretty understanding considering he was partially responsible for her current slutty state. Sleep had been hard to find all night as she worried about her friend. She was lying there staring up at the ceiling when she heard her parents leave for work around 7 am. Minutes later, Stacy heard her sister Katy open her door and hustle down the stairs followed by the front door shutting. "Where the hell is she going at this hour of the morning?" Stacy wondered. Climbing out of bed, Stacy hurried over to the second story hallway window and watched her sister scoot down the driveway towards a van parked out by the curb. The van pulled away quickly and sped down the street. "What the fuck? Who the hell is in that van?" Stacy wondered as she started feeling like she was in living some strange world where nothing ordinary happened. An hour later and with a considerable amount worrying having gone on in Stacy's brain, she heard the front door open and close and her sister's footsteps coming up the stairs. "Where the hell did you go and who was that in the van?" Stacy yelled from the top of the stairs as she watched her sister climb up the stairs, still trying to get her robe pulled across her body. Stacy could see her sister was naked under the robe. She'd gone out there to fuck someone! "What are you talking about? I just went out to get the paper," Katy replied hoping her sister had just woken up. "Bullshit, you left like over an hour ago and you're naked under your robe. Who were you fucking in that van?" Stacy barked. "It's uh... , well, kinda hard to explain... ," Katy stammered. "I'm all ears, please explain," Stacy ordered. "His name is Roger, the other night at the bowling alley, he was one of the guys that fucked me and he's been coming around to fuck me every morning since then." "Is he forcing you to fuck him?" "Uh, no, I kinda like it. Please don't tell Steve ok? I didn't want anyone finding out about us, he's kinda old, older than dad I think even." "So he just comes over in the morning and fucks you and then leaves?" "Yeah, usually he doesn't even leave the curb. He fucks me at the end of the driveway and then leaves. Today he took me to some crappy little motel, but at least we got to fuck in a real bed for the first time. I don't know what it is about him, but he makes so feel so damn horny!" "Wow, you're one crazy slut. I guess it does run in the family!" Stacy joked as she stepped aside and let her big sister climb the last step up into the hallway and head to the bathroom. Katy could feel Roger's cum running down her thigh and wanted to get cleaned up in case Steve decided to show up, and a shower was just what she needed. Like her sister, Katy had started double dosing her hormone pills and was delighted as much as Roger had been when he saw how her boobies had sprouted since he'd first met her that fateful night at the bowling alley. When he'd disrobed her at the motel this morning, his face lit up at her A-cups that were well on their way to becoming B-cups. "They're perfect sugar. Absolutely perfect. I can't wait for my friends to see you again. They're gonna to go crazy over your new tits!" "I can't wait either because it'll make you happy," Katy replied. "Really, you'd fuck my friends just to make me happy babe?" "Yeah, absolutely," Katy replied as she shimmied her pussy down onto his rigid pole, taking him inside a little easier today after her thorough stretch from Joey's monster the day before. "So you'd fuck anybody I tell you to just to make me happy?" "Yup." "You're amazing babe," he said as he started jack-hammering into her still-tight little pussy. "Just amazing, I'll take you up on that." "Please do," Katy replied as she worked her hips to get his generous cock worked all the way to her depths. "This sweet little gymnast is going to be a lot of fun to play with," Roger thought as he watched the young girl panting from his exertion. "Fun indeed." ------- Chapter 18 An extremely tired and sore Olivia Hastings slowly climbed the steps to her house, thankful that her mother's car was gone. "Thank God for small blessings," she thought as she pulled her house key from her bag and unlocked the door. Shedding her shoes, Olivia made a beeline for the bathroom and ran the hottest bath she thought her battered body could take. Leaving her pile of cum-encrusted clothes in a heap on the floor, Olivia climbed into the bathtub and settled into the steaming water. Her crotch stung when the hot water hit it, but it was a good hurt and one she welcomed as she'd been leaking fluid from her abused holes the entire trip back in DeShawn's SUV. Sliding down into the tub, Olivia tilted her head back and allowed her blonde locks to fan out into the hot water. Judging by the sticky knots of hair, some of the guys had used her beautiful blond hair as a receptacle for their seed and unloaded their stream of cock-juice into her main. The clumps of cum gluing her hair into tangled mess gradually dissolved as the hot water worked its magic. As she sat there soaking, a sense of calm came over her as she pondered what she'd gone through. Aside from a little pain, Olivia Hastings, the Queen of the Sluts had taken on over two hundred guys and was still in one piece! It's almost inconceivable that anyone would actually be happy about getting fucked by that many guys in such a short time, but Olivia was. It was just the pain that temporarily marred the enjoyment of the moment. It was also a feat that no regular woman would be able to do. That it was done by a girl as young as she was a source of pride to her; a small smile crept over her face at the thought. "I'm the Queen of the Sluts and nobody can touch that title. Take that Stacy, see if you can beat that record," she thought as she closed her eyes and basked in the warmth that started spreading throughout her body. The quiet and comfort of the delicious heat made all the aches and pains of her overnight ordeal suddenly seem so far away... There's nothing worse than waking up shivering in cold bath water and realizing you missed all the enjoyment of a nice hot bath. That was the thought going through Olivia's brain when she looked down at her naked goose-bumpy flesh submerged in cool bath water. Still slightly confused she sat up and looked around while trying to clear the cobwebs from her hung-over head. The house sounded empty thankfully, so mom hadn't come in and witnessed her hung-over big-titted slut of a daughter with all her sexy bits pierced with diamonds and gold, asleep in the tub, Olivia thought as she slowly and painfully extracted her shivering body from the cloudy water. "Cloudy water? What from? I hadn't even gotten to the soaping up part yet before I dozed off," she wondered. "Leaked out cum? Really? Could it be? I suppose it's possible. Oh well, goes with the territory I guess," she thought as she finally arrived in the vertical position. Letting the water drain out, Olivia turned on the shower and finished cleaning herself up, making sure to wash all the cum from her hair, and to soap her tender bits as well knowing that she probably still had dregs of male seed buried on her holes somewhere. While soaping her breasts, Olivia was glad to discover that her breasts had indeed lost some of their turgidity and actually seemed smaller than the previous day. "One less thing to worry about if they are indeed getting a bit smaller." Grabbing her dirty cum encrusted clothes and her backpack, Olivia headed into her room and grabbed a long t-shirt to wear to bed. Throwing her clothes on the floor and dropping her backpack by the bed. With her t-shirt quickly pulled over her tired body, Olivia slid under the covers and drifted off to slumber. ------- "Are you sure she's ok?" Stacy asked. "Positive. Just a little tired is all. She looked like a million bucks when I last saw her and DeShawn was taking her straight home." "Thanks Alfred, I was so worried about her all night." "Ya ain't got nuttin' to worry about with me. I make sure all my girls are taken care of, even when they's getting a little straightenin' up like your friend got." "Ok, call me if you need me for anything. Bye." A still-worried Stacy Bennett quickly got dressed and busted her ass out the door and jumped on her friend's bike that was still parked in her backyard. If DeShawn was taking her home, Olivia might have a hard time explaining why her bike wasn't there. If she could just sneak it back to her house without Olivia's mother seeing her, she might get away with being out all night. Rounding the corner by her best friend's house, Stacy let out a sigh of relief, Olivia's mom's car wasn't in the driveway. Parking the bike in the backyard, Stacy hurried to the front door and rang the bell. Nothing. She rang it several more times before deciding to let herself in using the key under the doormat. "Liv, you here?" she called out. Again nothing. Opening up her friend's bedroom door, she was delighted to see her best friend wrapped up in her bed (alone too!) and sound asleep. Tip-toeing across her floor, Stacy gently shook her friend's shoulder. "Liv, are you asleep? I just wanted to make sure you were ok. Liv?" Her lips looked a little puffy and swollen and her hair was still wet from presumably a shower as she surveyed her best friend's outward appearance. Gently shaking her shoulder again, "Liv, wake up. It's me Stace." "Wha... , what ... d ... ya want?" "I just came over to see if you were ok. I was really worried. Alfred scared me when I talked to him last night. I thought he was going to hurt you or something. You sure you're ok?" "Ok enough, just really sore all over," Olivia whispered. She was bone-tired and although she was glad to have her friend come to her rescue, she just really needed the rest. "What did he do to you?" "Look in my backpack," Olivia squeaked out of her tired voice box, her eyes were narrow little slits as she located her backpack and pointed. "What am I looking for?" Stacy asked. "Big envelope, read the note." Looking through her friend's backpack, Stacy found the envelope and was extremely confused by the piles of severed wrist bands with various notes and notations on them. Confused that is, until she found the note and read through it from beginning to end. "Are you serious? You fucked 200 plus guys last night? Where, when, how???" That Joey guy took me to City College and had a bunch of guys fuck me everywhere, all night long," Olivia managed to say as she seemed to be coming around and could now keep her eyes fully opened. "That is sooo cool. Do you think he'd do that for me too??? Oh, I so badly want to see if I can do that many guys too!" "You wouldn't want to, unless you want your pussy to hurt as much as mine does now," Olivia commented as she lay there, her pussy still throbbing a little, although nowhere near as bad as it did when she woke up and found herself in the same position as the night before, still draped over the back of the couch with her feet tied to the couch legs." "Show me," Stacy said, as if asking your friend to show her your pussy was the most common thing in the world. Lifting the covers, Olivia spread her legs as much as she felt she needed to for her friend to get a look. "Wow, it's pretty swollen, and red too. Your clit ring is like standing straight up from your puffy skin. Does it really hurt?" "Not as much as it did, but it's still pretty tender. It should be back to normal by tomorrow I think. I'm definitely taking the night off though. No more dick for me tonight!" "That's what Alfred figured. He said he'd have us both work tomorrow night for him, but tonight he has a job for me to do alone. He texted me on the way over here and is sending DeShawn to get me after dinner. If anyone calls, tell them I'm sleeping over here, ok?" "Sure, is he going to have you out that late that you need me to cover for you?" "He said only a couple of hours, but you know me, I can always hope to pull an all-nighter like you!" "Yeah, not something I want to do anytime soon though!" Olivia said, but deep down there was a part of her that was very proud of herself. She'd done something that only a few people had probably ever done, and she did it willingly. And up until the time she passed out, had done so and gotten great pleasure from doing it. Her countless orgasms proved that. It was something only a true slut would be willing to do. With the hormone pills two days behind her, she couldn't chalk it up the hormones controlling her impulses anymore. No she was who she was meant to be, a slut through and through and last night proved it. Did she want to pull a train like that again... ? Maybe someday, just to prove she was able to handle it again of course. "Someday I may grow out of this slut-phase, but right now, it's too much fun and it feels too good to stop," she thought as she lay there, her cunt and ass still hurting from the experience, a reminder of her accomplishment. "Really, you don't want to do it again? It kinda sounded like fun?" Stacy said with a mild pout on her face. "I do, some day I'm sure, just not like right now. At least not until I fully heal." Pulling the covers back down over her naked loins, Olivia put her head back down on the pillow and felt her eyes getting heavy again. "Can I go back to sleep now? I'm really tired." "Sure Liv, I should go anyway. If your mom comes home and sees you in bed and me here and I'm all bright and chipper, she might wonder what's up." "How are you going to get home?" Olivia sighed, sleep desperately trying to take over her consciousness again. "I'll see if Steve's home next door, or maybe Reed can ride me home if he's there. I mean, give me a ride home, ha ha. Liv? Liv? Are you asleep already? Wow, that was fast," Stacy commented to nobody in particular since it appeared her best friend had sunk instantly back to sleep. ------- Lauren Hastings was running late, her second stud from the website had been able to fill her last hour with hard fucking, better than she'd expected. Now there'd be just enough time to whip up a quick lunch for her and her sweet baby Olivia, get cleaned up and head out the door for work. "I hope Olivia had fun last night at Stacy's house. Those two are such good friends and such responsible little girls." Well maybe not so little anymore she reasoned, judging by how much her daughter's boobs had grown lately. "Just like mine at that age, practically sprung up overnight!" Flying into the driveway, Lauren had just missed seeing sweet little cock-tease Stacy Bennett going in the side door of her neighbor's house by mere seconds. "Shit, I'm really going to have to bust ass to get to work on time at this rate. Note to self, stop fucking your boy-toy a half hour sooner you big slut!" Lauren giggled as she raced up the steps and through the front door, her pussy still reminding her of all the action it had received over the past three hours. "Olivia honey, I'm home!" she yelled as she ran into the kitchen and started making lunch for the two of them as quickly as she could. "Soup and sandwich will have to do," she said aloud, throwing together all the ingredients she figured would work for a turkey, lettuce and tomato sandwich. Putting a pot of soup on the burner turned down low, "That should have it ready by the time I step out of the shower," Lauren reasoned. "Olivia, are you home sweetie?" No answer. "Olivia!" Lauren shouted as she made her way down the hall and into her daughter's room. There was her baby, covers up to her chin, sleeping away like the dead. "Precious thing, she looks so innocent like that. Mama's little baby," she thought as she smiled looking at her beautiful daughter, so innocent, so responsible, so pure. If only she knew the real truth about her little girl. Her precious little baby could teach her mother a few tricks about the facts of life. Her daughter's pussy had more miles on it than GoodYear. Ten minutes later, a freshly scrubbed Lauren Hastings was dressed in her nurse's uniform and quickly threw the soup and sandwiches for her and her daughter on the table and went to wake up her sleeping beauty. "Olivia, wake up honey, I have lunch ready," she said while gently shaking her daughter's shoulder. "Mom? Hi, I didn't hear you come in." "Late night at Stacy's huh. Did you girls get any sleep this time?" "Not much mom, I'm so tired. Can I just eat in bed?" "Nope. Get your butt out of bed young lady. You want to stay up and late and party all night with your friends, you gotta pay the price and get your butt out of bed like the rest of us!" "Oh I paid the price alright for partying all night with my friends, I got the red swollen pussy to prove it!" Olivia thought. It was funny how her mother always said things that made her want to mock her sarcastically. "Ok, just give me a second. I'll meet you in the kitchen once I throw some clothes on." "Alright, hustle it up. I need to go in a few minutes and I want to spend at least a few minutes with my little girl." "Little? Have you seen my tits lately woman? They're huge! Nothing "little" about me, and at the rate I'm going my pussy is going to be huge too!!!" Her inner dialogue made her chuckle as she pulled back the sheets exposing her panty-less crotch, thankfully to an empty room as her mother had scuttled down the hallway already. Looking down, her cunt didn't seem as red as it had when she first jumped into the tub, and it wasn't throbbing like before either. Sitting down on a hard kitchen chair with her ass still on fire, "well that might be another challenge altogether!" Olivia thought as she quickly pulled on her bathrobe and followed her mother towards the kitchen. "Is your rash back again honey? You keep squirming in your seat like you did two weeks ago when I took you to see Dr. Sanders. You might want to use that cream he gave you, if you still have some left." "That's not a bad idea mom." "You know, I should really make you another appointment with him. If that rash keeps coming back, it might be something serious." "No, you don't need to do that, my butt just hurts. We were dancing around Stacy's room last night and I fell. I think it's bruised and it just hurts to sit on." "Oh, ok. Well why did you agree with me then about the cream if it's just your butt?" "Huh?" Olivia asked realizing her thoughts about using the cream were entirely self-indulgent and failed to make the connection that agreeing with her mother might have consequences. "Sorry, I guess I wasn't paying attention and just agreed with what you were saying. Sorry mom." Momentarily confused, Lauren realized she'd seen a slight smile creep across her daughter's face when she mentioned using the cream on her rash. Why would that make her smile? Rash cream? But with no rash? No, not for a rash, she was thinking about that cream on her pussy! Oh my God! My daughter used? No wait, using? That cream ... on her pussy ... to pleasure... , masturbate??? Oh God! My little baby is masturbating! Using the cream just like I have! Oh shit, the cream!" In a moment of panic, Lauren realized she'd left her daughter's rash cream on her nightstand after her morning stroke session. "Honey, do mind cleaning up for me? I need to getting going." "Sure mom," Olivia replied. Of course her attention had been diverted to thinking about her cream and wondering if it would help her sore ass and pussy. Plus anything to get her mother off the topic of discussing her pussy. She'd gladly do some dishes for that, plus it would keep her prying eyes off her still-too-large boobs. Thankfully they seemed to be shrinking a little bit, although they were still pretty big. "I'll have to see if those 34DD bras fit properly now," she thought as she opened the door of the dishwasher and started putting the dishes inside. Busting ass down the hall and into her bedroom, Lauren spotted the jar of "jilling cream" as she was affectionately calling it, sitting on her bedside table. It had worked wonders for her cunt and her libido following her application of it the previous two mornings before meeting up with her beaus. It had made her masturbation sessions extremely pleasurable and had jacked up the sensitivity of her privates, enough so to push her over that ledge between just meeting the guys she'd set up coffee dates with, to rolling in the hay with them very shortly after meeting them. "No wonder Olivia smiled at the thought of using the cream again. She must be getting the same sensations from it as I am!" she thought to herself as she picked up the jar and hustled back out into the hallway and down the hall to her daughter's room. Realizing her daughter might be having a bit of a sexual awakening from the cream, she instinctually felt the urge to throw the jar away. "But if I do that, she'll know that I know that the cream feels great on your privates. Shit, she'll know I've been using it too if I make up some excuse why it needs to be thrown away, and if she sees how much is gone she'll definitely know I'm using it up. Fuck." The quick thought progression had her momentarily frozen standing there in her daughter's bedroom with the jar still in her hand. From down the hallway, Lauren heard Olivia call out that she was all done with the dishes and was going to have a bath. "Shit again!" Lauren dropped the jar of cream onto her desk forgetting where she'd picked it up from and heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Looking around quickly, Lauren spotted some clothes lying on the floor next to the bed and scooped then up quickly and headed for the door. "Mom, what are you doing?" Olivia asked seeing the pile of clothes under her mom's arm, knowing that they were the clothes she'd warn home from the dorm orgy. They had crusty leaked-out sperm coated all around the crotch area and she knew that one sniff would reveal much more than she would be able to explain. "Just picking up some dirty laundry. I wanted to start a load before I left for work," Lauren replied. "I'll get it mom, I know you're running late," Olivia answered back as she reached for the clothes. Thankful that her daughter had bought the excuse, Lauren handed over the pile of dirty and somewhat peculiar smelling clothes to her daughter (who might be masturbating!) and smiled knowing she'd successfully returned the cream without getting caught. "Wait a minute, do I really want her having that cream back?" she wondered as she started grabbing her stuff to leave for work. "Oh, one other thing honey, I might take Sunday off so that you and I have more than just the usual one day off to spend together on Monday. That sound ok to you?" "That sounds awesome mom," Olivia said with her pile of dirty clothing clutched tightly to her chest, the scent of dried-up cum wafting up under her nose. "Great honey, have a relaxing day! Oh wait, are staying home today or are you doing something with Stacy?" "No plans," she said shrugging her shoulders and giving her mother her best innocent smile. "Text me if you plan on going anywhere, k?" "Sure mom." Lauren Hastings was out the door and off to work. She'd had a busy morning - fucked some random guy from a web site specializing in setting up young guys with horny middle-aged women, spent a little quality time with her daughter and now was off to provide for her family. "A thoroughly fulfilling day!" she thought with a smile. ------- Olivia had two things in mind, well three things really as she realized as she was still clutching her stinky clothes as she watched her mother pull out of the driveway, get these clothes in the washing machine and get rid of the evidence, slather some of her cream on her tender ass and cunt, and go back to bed, exactly in that order. She was going to have to be more careful with her clothes she thought as she turned on the washing machine and headed back upstairs. Her body was recovering she realized as she climbed the basement steps back up to the kitchen. An ice pack might be good for her swollen tissues. "But why would I want to put an ice pack down there when I have my jar of cream handy?" Olivia thought as she walked into her room and wondered where she'd left her jar. "Hmm, I don't remember leaving it on my desk? In fact I'm sure it was beside my bed last I remember using it. Is mom using my cream?" she wondered as she opened the lid and looked inside. "Looks like it. Mom is using my cream? On her pussy? Gross." Without wanting to spend another second thinking about those possibilities, Olivia climbed up onto her bed and pulled her robe open to expose her naked loins. A thick dose of cream later, Olivia's fiery cunt and ass started to feel a world better and even started to feel like it was ready for action again as the drugs started absorbing into her reddened tissues. Sleep was definitely needed, but the rubbing of the cream was feeling pretty good too. "Do I really need to do this right now? I just got my brains fucked out less than 6 hours ago. Am I that desperate for sex?" she questioned as she continued her light touching around her tender swollen kitty. "I wonder if the inside is as tender as the outside?" Olivia questioned as she scooped up another two fingers-full and went for the dip inside. The cool cream instantly put out the fire burning inside her love tunnel and immediately made her head start to spin as the combination of methamphetamines and Ecstasy started absorbing into her bloodstream through her vaginal walls. "Ohhhh, I forgot how good this stuff feels... ," Olivia purred as the soreness of her vagina was temporarily forgotten, although the friction from her fingertips was beginning to chafe a little. Thinking about her bag of tricks, or box of tricks as it were in her closet and wondering if she had something in there that would help her cum quickly, Olivia thought about the vibrators she had. Stumbling out of bed on her sore legs, Olivia pulled out her partially hidden box, thinking to herself that she really needed to find a better place to hide all this sex stuff before her mother finds it and flips out. Grabbing her egg and a regular vibrator, Olivia closed up the box and hid it back in the depths of her closet, and climbed back into bed. Her crotch was tingling the whole time she was hunched over searching for a few toys, reminding her that her life was now devoted to the pleasures afforded by her sexual organs. Using the cream still coated onto her exterior tissues, Olivia lubed up the egg and slipped it inside her vagina. Sparks of pain rang out as the walls of her cunt stretched to accommodate the body-heat activated vibrating egg. With the egg firmly in place, Olivia turned on the other vibrator and waited for the egg to come to life and pleasure her from the inside while she went to work with the vibrator on her clitoris. The golden ring through her clitoral hood gave her a very intense and rewarding shiver whenever the plastic housing of the vibrator bumped into the metal hooked through her shroud. The vibration of the metal instantly sent shocks through her bud and intensified the feelings coming from it. It felt divine and relaxed her soul as the familiar building sensation of her impending orgasm began. Olivia felt very much at ease as she lay there in her bed, all alone for a change with nobody else enjoying her body other than she herself. Her orgasm was hers to enjoy and enjoy it she would, at her own pace. A few minutes later the egg buzzed to life and rewarded her with a rush that very nearly sent her over the edge. Knowing that she could cum any second and wanting to glean just a little more pleasure from her loins before drifting to sleep, Olivia teased her clit enticingly by slowing down the speed on the vibrator and selectively directing the stimulation. It was a lesson she'd learned the night before in Joey's car, prolong the cum, intensify the result. Fifteen minutes later and nearly reaching her orgasm more times than she cared to count, Olivia let her orgasm wash over her body and fulfill her with an all-over body convulsion that brought with it every bit of the pleasure she'd grown accustomed to enjoying. It was the fuel for her engine, the air for her lungs, it was every bit of what directed her life these days. She was still a slave to her own pleasure and would go about getting that pleasure no matter what it took. Still basking in her afterglow, Olivia Hastings drifted off to sleep with the shiny white egg still buzzing inside her soaking wet pussy. ------- "That's my horny girl. Can't get enough of pleasing her own pussy. Even sleeping with no bottoms on so I can enjoy her pussy too!" Olivia knew the voice, even in her half-asleep condition. It was Reed and she could feel a draft on her bare skin. He had the covers pulled back and was poking around in her pussy. His big thick fingers were irritating her still-sore labia as he prodded up inside her. Opening up her sleepy eyes, Olivia looked down and said, "Reed, what are you doing here? How did you get in?" "I know where your extra key is and besides, I haven't had you in two days. I need some loving from my dream girl. I started to finger your pussy and found something stuck up in there and I was trying to get it out." "You were fingering me in my sleep and I didn't wake up? Really?" "You moaned a few times. That was it. Hold on, I think I got it," he said as he managed to pull the motionless egg from her tender pussy. "Ouch, that hurts," Olivia groaned, her faced scrunched up in a grimace as Reed pulled his fingers, still clutching the egg, from her reddened slit. "What hurts?" "My pussy, it's still really sore." "From the graduation party? That was two days ago," Reed commented while staring down at Olivia's swollen and reddened pussy. "No, I got taken to a party last night and these guys got me drunk and fucked me all night long. They even tied me down at one point." "WHAT? Who were they? Did they rape you? Tell me everything..." Reed was livid, his eyes bulging out, his fists clenching at the thought of someone taking advantage of his sex toy. It was ok for him to have her gang-fucked because he was there to ensure her safety, plus it was only one time (so far). "Well, there was this guy Joey I met at Phil's pool party yesterday and he took me to his college dorm. Apparently he knows, or works for Alfred, somebody who I know. He said he was mad because I hadn't been answering his calls or replying to his texts." "Phil? My son's friend?" "Yeah, one and the same." "So what did he do?" Reed barked, still pissed. Reaching under her bed, Olivia extracted the thick envelope Joey had left for her, and pulled out the note. "Here read this, it tells everything." Reading it thoroughly, Reed's mouth gaped open at the news the note contained. The look on his face suggested he either didn't believe it, or he was in awe of the spectacle that his young neighbor had participated in, and underestimating her nearly boundless limits. "Can I see the DVD please?" Reed asked looking down at the beautiful and innocent looking girl next to him on the bed. If not for the generous swell of her breasts visible through her thin t-shirt and naked crotch still fully on display, one would never guess that this tween was likely the busiest slut anywhere. "Yeah sure, it's in the envelope there," Olivia indicated, pointing down on the floor. Closing her legs and pulling the covers back up over her exposed crotch, Olivia settled back down with her head on the pillow, content for the moment that Reed was more interested in the DVD than playing with her sore pussy. Looking down at the disk, Reed noticed it was a high capacity blu-ray DVD, indicating there was probably a lot of footage there. "Do you have a blu-ray DVD player on your computer Liv?" "I don't know," she said propping her head up on her elbow, and watching her special guy fidgeting with her computer. "Nope. I'll be back in a bit. I want to check this out at my house. We still have time before tonight's dates," he said before getting up and stepping back over to the bed. Giving her a quick kiss on the lips, Reed turned around to leave and said as he walked out the door, "Rest up that pussy, we have work to do tonight!" "Work? What do you mean?" she called out, but got no reply. "Is he talking about fucking more guys tonight? Jesus, I don't think that's even possible," she thought as she squeezed her thighs together and felt the swollen tissue at the juncture of her legs press together painfully. "Definitely not possible," she thought as she pay back on her bed and once again closed her eyes. ------- "Unbelievable, truly unbelievable," Reed whispered as he finished watching yet another clip. The DVD contained over a dozen different files shot from various angles. Some appeared to be from different cameras as Olivia was thoroughly fucked by some big muscular dude with what looked to be the biggest cock he'd even seen outside of a porn flick. Well, that was exactly what this was, a porno flick and his neighbor was the star. The first clip was the one of Olivia reciting her sex history and was exceptionally erotic Reed thought, followed by four or five more of the two of them fucking. The sex toys clips were fascinating as his little sex-pot fucked herself on some of the thickest dildos he'd ever seen. The deep rooted dildo orgasm was sensational footage and worth its weight in gold. The footage from the dorm party was a little jittery and Reed assumed the cameraman had more than a few drinks in him as he watched guy after guy fucking his prize. It wasn't continuous footage thankfully as two hundred guys fucking his neighbor would take way too long to watch and would cease to entertain after a while he assumed. What he did find interesting was the footage shot after she'd been tied down to the couch. It was an endless line of guys fucking into her pussy and either dumping it into her cunt, or walking around to the other side of the couch and finishing off in her mouth. "That explains how she sucked off... , what did the note say? One hundred and twelve guys. Wow!" Reading it in a note is nothing compared to seeing an endless stream of guys blowing chunks down a young girl's throat. Reed couldn't remember a time when he'd had a harder erection as he sat there watching the endless procession of guys spunking into his neighbor. "No wonder she said her pussy was sore, that's a ton of cock she took there," he said aloud with his pud in his hand as he slowly worked his hand up and down the shaft. It was like steel and he needed a remedy for it, and the remedy lived next door. Reed found Olivia sound asleep once again and quickly pulled back the covers, his hard cock already stripped of its clothing was ready to plunder the soft wet folds which he had become so used to enjoying. Feeling and finding her labia dry, Reed spotted the jar of cream on the bedside table and scooped a little out and generously coated it onto his cock before aiming the tip at his sex toy's now clean shaven cunt. It slipped in nice and easy, not surprising with all the action it had received lately. It wasn't as tight as he first remembered, but it was still snug and felt really nice as he slipped further inside. A white hot poker had just been pushed inside her most intimate of places, at least that was what it felt like when Olivia was rudely awoken by a searing pain coming from her pussy, only to open her eyes and look up and find Reed perched above her, his thick cock driving relentlessly into her battered pussy. "Reed what are you doing? Stop, that hurts. Get your cock out of me. Please!" "Oh, come on, it can't be that sore. Just let me bust my nut and then I'll take it out. I'm so damned horny from watching that video that I just gotta fuck you, k?" "No, seriously, it really hurts, take it out, please I'm begging you," Olivia pleaded. She was actually trying to push him away it hurt so badly. The friction of his pumping was what was doing it, that and the stretching of the tissue too. Either way it hurt and she wasn't going to be able to take any more of it. "Take it out now, you have to, seriously, it really hurts!" "Fuck, but... , what the fuck... , I have clients lined up for you tonight. Your pussy can't be out of commission, not to mention your video has me so fucking horny that I just have to cum in you, please? I'm almost there now, just a few more strokes please," he begged. "Hurry up, I think I can take it a little more, but that's all, I can't fuck anymore tonight. That's it." Thinking about the guys he had lined up for Olivia tonight, Reed asked, "What about your ass, can you fuck there?" "It's even more sore than my cunt. No way. Just hurry up will ya? It feels like you're tearing me apart in there," Olivia pleaded through gritted teeth. She'd had soreness down there before. With as many guys as she'd fucked over the last while, she'd overdone it a couple of times before, but she'd always managed to bounce back miraculously quick, this time it was going to take a while to recover. What seemed like an eternity had only been a few minutes as Reed pushed in as deeply as he could seat his cock as he unleashed his load of potent sperm directly at Olivia's inviting cervix. He could feel the hard muscular ring of the little opening hugging the crown of his cock, although he hadn't pushed hard enough to try and open it up for access for his cockhead, but it was dilated enough for his seed to squirt right through the opening. "There's no more heavenly feeling than cumming in your pussy my dear. Sorry that it took so long and sorry that I had to do it. But I just had to. Your video was just so amazing," Reed said as he slowly extracted his wilting cock from her reddened pussy. "That's ok, it didn't hurt as much after you got started, it kinda numbed up a little I guess." "Maybe it was the cream I put on my cock to lube it up with," he said gesturing towards the spiked pussy cream. "Oh, you used that stuff. How do you feel?" "Really good in fact, why?" "It's got meth in it. I think my doctor was trying to get me hooked on it so I'd keep coming back to him, didn't work though," Olivia said as she cupped a hand over her sore pussy and felt it gently throbbing. If there was any healing going on down there, Reed had just undone it all with the vigorous, if not short-lived fucking he just gave her. "Drugs, in cream that your doctor gave you? Really?" Reed asked as he sat back watching the young girl in obvious distress over the pain coming from her loins. "Does everyone out there have plans that involve taking advantage of this young beauty?" he thought to himself as he momentarily felt a pang of guilt. It had all started with his son blackmailing her, or did it? It sounded now like the doctor had done his dirty work first with the hormone pills and the spiked pussy cream. "I'm just one of many that have my fangs in this young girl," he thought. Reed watched as Olivia lay there in the bed, her legs still spread wide, her left hand still cupping her pussy. It looked like she was either holding it because it hurt, or because she expected his cum to leak out of her most intimate part at any second. He felt like a shit suddenly for hoping he could find a way for her to fuck the grown men he'd lined up for her this evening. Maybe it was the after-cum effect that made him feel that way. "Guys always lose that testosterone fired male aggression after they cum," he pondered. He had set this up as a business and in business you have to think with your head, not your heart. He still felt like a shit about it all, but at the same time Reed realized, Olivia had chosen to go with those guys to the dorm party. She'd chosen to go with him to the graduation party and fuck over fifty guys. He hadn't forced her to fuck that old man in the hotel, he gave her the choice and she fucked him willingly, just like she'd fucked so many other guys willingly. She was a slut by choice, nobody was blackmailing her anymore as far as he knew, well maybe this Alfred guy was, but he was going to need a speaking to, that was for sure. "If you use more of this cream, do you think you could work for me tonight?" "Reed, come on, look at me, I'm in so much pain right now, and you were being gentle and quick. There's no way I can fuck anymore tonight. Sorry, there's just no way." "Ok, ok, but that's two nights in a row that I've had to cancel these guys. I didn't know you had plans last night so I rescheduled these guys to tonight. Now I have to reschedule them again. This Alfred guy really fucked up my plans by keeping you busy last night and taking you out of commission tonight." "Sorry, I didn't know." "Well if you had checked your cell phone, you would have known. I did call you and I texted you too." "Sorry, I was a little messed up and I didn't have time to check it, that Joey guy whisked me away before I had a chance to call. I didn't even call my mom. Joey used my phone to text mom and tell her I was sleeping over at Stacy's house. I was just lucky that she texted back saying it was ok or else I'd be grounded right now." "Alright, but I can see this being a problem. Does this Alfred guy have you working for him too?" "Yeah, I've worked for him a few times. He owns this strip club that I worked at once with Stacy, but that was just once. He had me work for him two other times; he had his bodyguard take me to a hotel, kinda like you did." Like "you" did. There it was again, the pang of guilt from hearing a twelve year old talk about how he had whored her out to some old man in a hotel room. Of course he was a rich old man who paid him a thousand dollars for an hour's worth of his efforts and an hour's worth of Olivia's efforts, and all he had to do was send out some emails and wait for the replies. He'd heard back from the old man several times asking for a repeat performance and he'd get it as sure as the sun would rise tomorrow. "Hmmm, where did that guilt go to again?" Reed snickered in his head. There was a see-saw battle with his conscience going on right now and the side that liked money was winning. "I need to talk with this Alfred, he's costing me money. What's his number?" "Are you really going to call him? He's a dangerous guy. I'm not sure you should do that Reed," Olivia said. She had a pleading look in her eye that Reed picked up on right away. "Point well taken my dear," he thought. This was business and he had something on the guy, he had video of one of his guys and all his friends fucking a minor. And if Alfred had ordered the gang banging of a minor like Olivia said he had, that was conspiracy to traffic a minor, or whatever the charge was called. Either way, he had evidence on the guy and what did this Alfred guy have on him? Nothing, a threat of violence maybe? Well, yeah, that carried some weight too, but it seemed to Reed to be a fairly even split. "I'll be alright, I just want to have a little business discussion with him, set a few ground rules, some scheduling stuff... , you know." "Ground rules?" Olivia questioned. "Yeah, no damaging the goods," Reed said pointing at Olivia's hand-covered crotch. "Bad for business." "Ok, his number is on my phone." Reed picked up Olivia's cell phone and walked out of the room leaving the blond beauty to rest and recover. From the warmth and safety of her bed, Olivia could hear a heated discussion coming from the living room and wondered what was going on. They were arguing over her, or more specifically who was getting her pussy to sell for sex. Two grown men were arguing over the ownership of her sex, and it was a huge turn-on Olivia realized as she lay there. They wanted her, wanted her badly enough to threaten each other with jail time and bodily harm, just for her. More specifically for the money they could make with her, but it was her nonetheless. If her pussy wasn't still so sore, she would have masturbated over the thought of these two men threatening each other over her. The Queen was smiling at the thought. "That's the way it's supposed to be, men fighting over my pussy, fighting over the right to fuck me, or control who fucks me," Olivia purred as she squeezed her nipples in an attempt to gain some degree of sexual stimulation out of her battered body. "At least the guys had been relatively gentle with her breasts last night," she thought as she pinched and pulled on her pierced nipples, her legs pressing together putting pressure on her pussy. A short while later Reed came back in and put the phone down on the table and sat down heavily on her desk chair, he wore the tension on his face like a mask. "Well?" Olivia asked. "We came to an agreement, a loose agreement of sorts. Don't worry about the details but let's just say we'll keep in touch and decide on a daily basis almost who gets you for the night. Alfred will get you three nights a week and I'll get you two nights a week. We know your mom works six days a week but sometimes takes a day off here and there. We'll play the sixth day by ear and see who gets you. One of us will text or call you by lunchtime everyday and let you know when and where we'll be picking you up and what time we expect to get you home. Also what you'll need to wear, that sort of stuff, k?" "Don't I get a say in this? I mean six days a week. What if I want to do something with my friends?" "Oh don't worry, Stacy was included in the conversation. On nights the two of you aren't working together, we can substitute her in your place if needed, or if we don't have enough guys lined up for two of you, you can or she can have the night off," Reed concluded. "But what if I don't like this arrangement? What if I'm tired? What if I'm too sore? I'm still just a kid you know?" "I just watched a video of a kid who fucked two hundred guys last night, and I watched the same kid fuck fifty or more the night before. Are you really going to pull this "kid" shit with me? You're a slut who loves getting fucked and we both know it. Don't forget you have a little drug problem that Alfred is helping you out with and I have enough evidence to show your mommy that will have you thrown into foster care until you're eighteen. So let's not argue this again ok? I'm sure we can find a night or two a week to get you some rest. Will that work for you?" "Yeah, I guess," Olivia sighed. She knew every word of what Reed said was true. She enjoyed the sex and she enjoyed the attention and she loved the cocaine. If she still wasn't so sore and hung-over, she'd probably have her nose stuffed in her last baggy of coke right now. She didn't mind the plan of having her work so much, it was just the lack of choice that had her bummed out. Deep down she knew that being a kid wasn't an option anymore, she'd grown up overnight and she knew just when that had happened. It was the night Steve got her drunk and stoned, and fucked her. It was nine days ago exactly and since then she'd fucked so many guys she'd need a spreadsheet to keep track of them all. "Maybe that's not a bad idea," Olivia thought. "At least then I'd have some idea what I've been up to, or how many guys I've been with." "Ok then. Are you sure you can't work tonight? I mean maybe there's some way we can numb up your pussy so that it doesn't hurt or something. Like some Ambesol or something." "What's that?" "The stuff they put on baby's gums when they're teething so it doesn't hurt. Aw scratch that, it'd probably make the guy's dicks numb too so they wouldn't feel you much and probably make them fuck you even longer trying to cum. Any other ideas?" "How about some rest? I could really use it. My head is still pounding and my body aches all over. I should be good to go tomorrow. How about then? I'll make it really good for them, I promise," she pleaded. "Alfred has you for tomorrow night. Tomorrow's Friday and he has you Fridays and Saturdays, Tuesday too. I get Wednesday and Thursday. I figured he's going to work you pretty hard Friday and Saturday and you'd need the rest Sunday and Monday. Tuesday should be light so I'll get you all fresh and ready to go for Wednesday and Thursday." "What are you going to have me doing those nights?" "Besides the obvious? I don't know, private parties maybe, who knows. All options are open my dear." "Sorry about tonight. I really would if I could, but I'm just too sore," Olivia sighed apologetically. "I'm sure you'll make it up somehow. Maybe if you can get out tomorrow morning we can work something out then perhaps?" "Sure, I think I'll be better by then." "Alright, I'll go and call them and break the bad news," Reed said as he stood up and headed out the door. "I'll call you later, maybe you want some company once you've caught up on your sleep. Maybe watch a movie or something." "That would be really nice," Olivia replied, her smiling face peeking out from under her covers, her blonde hair cascading down her pillow giving her an angelic appeal. ------- Reed had been back in his house for only short time before he called the guys he had setup up for Olivia that evening. Naturally they were all very disappointed, one of them outright pissed off. "I paid you good money to fuck that little vixen and I plan on doing it! I don't care how sore she is, she's a whore, she should just take it!" "Settle down Nate, I'll make it up to you. She thinks she might be good to go tomorrow morning. Do you think you can get away tomorrow morning and come over here? You can fuck her at my place if you want." "What about a blow job tonight? Do you think she'd be willing to do that tonight?" "I don't see why not. Come on over in a couple of hours, say seven? That should give her enough time to get some sleep." "See ya then." ------- Olivia was having a very pleasant afternoon just hanging out by herself. It had been quite some time since she'd had a chance to just hang out and do nothing. All the men in her life had been directing her activities for so long now that she forgot what it was like to have nothing to do. Curled up on the couch under a nice fluffy blanket, Olivia surfed through the channels looking for something on TV to keep her attention. It was a Thursday and in the middle of the afternoon, soap operas were just not keeping her interested. A few episodes of iCarly were cute and made her laugh, but Olivia was finding it harder and harder to keep focused on the boring programs. She still had her bathrobe on with just a t-shirt underneath, and her bare bottom kept reminding her of how much attention her kitty needed these days. Her pussy wasn't as sore as it had been right after Reed had finished fucking her, but it was still sore enough that another dose of her special cream might be in order. The sensation was always divine when the cream did its magic as Olivia gently rubbed a light coating into her pussy. Being careful not to abrade her tender skin, Olivia slowly circled her fingers over her folds of skin as the tingling sensation began to increase. Whether it was from the day-after-day of constant attention to her sexual organs or just the fact that she loved to play with her kitty, Olivia couldn't manage to go for an hour without fondling herself. Bored, Olivia pulled up her saved copy of the beach video and watched in fascination at her performance. It was making her horny as hell, watching her striptease on the deck and then the guys using her body as they pleased. Equally fascinating was the video of the guys fucking her mother which she watched twice. "Why am I watching mom getting fucked?" Olivia whispered aloud. "Because it's hot," she thought as she continued gently rubbing her clitoris. Thankfully the activity from last night had left her clitoris in perfectly good condition as the guys hadn't cared in the least to pay her little clitty any attention. Scrolling back through her hidden file, Olivia reviewed all the photos Steve had emailed her and made her think back to her earlier idea of cataloguing her conquests. There were so many guys in such a short amount of time, could she even hope to remember every encounter, or how many guys she'd been with at each one? "What a task!" she thought. Starting her Word program, Olivia sat down and tried to come up with a list in chronological order starting from the beginning. Piecing together the jigsaw puzzle with all the faces and information from the pictures and videos Steve had recorded, and what memories still lingered, Olivia started forming her list. An hour later and two more doses of cream to help the healing process, Olivia had come up with her list of guys, as best she could remember: Day 1 – Steve in his basement – 1 guy Day 2 – Steve, Mr Fraser (at school), Steve's friends: Dan, Deke, Billy, Frank, Pete, Brett, Trent, Phil, and plus two whose names I can't remember. Thank God for the video! – 12 guys Day 3 – Steve and his buddies again. Dr Sanders! Holy crap, almost forgot about him! DeShawn (huge cock!) and Alfred. Porn shop trip! Porn shop guy and all the guys I fucked in the back of the porn shop. I'm guessing 30-40 guys. The bums in the alley on the way home, that was like 15 or 20. Wow! Like 50 or 60 guys today plus Steve and his friends, that makes like 70 guys so far! Day 4 – Church day – Mr. Mathews and the guys at church (Big Lou – another huge one!), I think there were five of them. Our shopping trip with Steve, the shoe store guy and the guys from the clothing store. Ten guys there probably. The first time Stacy and I stripped at Alfred's place. That was a busy night! I think they said I fucked 41 guys that night plus each of the bouncers. Crazy! Then we let Stacy fuck all those bikers at the biker bar Steve took us to. Of course I got fucked there too and there were at least 20 there, if not more. Then we let the bums in that alley fuck Stacy when she was passed out, and I joined in too! What's wrong with me? Why can't I ever stop? There was like what, 15 or 20 bums that I took on too? Fuck me, how many is that? Like 102 or something like that! Holy crap, like 170 guys in just 4 days! Day 5 – Beach Party – Well, based on the video, it looks like around 30 guys. Reed took me to that hotel where he had set me up with that old man. That adds up to 200 guys! In five days! I must be the biggest SLUT in the world! Woohoo! Go Olivia! Day 6 – A light day, I went to the mall and only fucked like 5 guys, six if you include Jake. DeShawn took me to a hotel and I did six guys there. Only twelve guys? Not good enough slut! You got work to do! Day 7 – Stacy and I went to the porn shop and we each fucked like 50 guys. I sucked off the cabbie while Stacy ate my pussy, that's a first! Reed took me to Jake's house for his brother's graduation party. Reed said it was 50 guys, Jake said more like 60. It sure felt like a lot. Jake's dad (big cock!) suggested I fuck his dogs, hmmmmm... , not sure about that. Bachelor party with Stacy, add ten to the list. Biggest day so far, 110 for sure, maybe a few more. Grand total for the biggest slut in the world! Make that the Queen of the Sluts, three hundred-twenty some odd guys, give or take a few dozen! Amazing, I truly am amazing. Day 8 – Jake's house. Ok, weird. Didn't really want to go there but did. Kinda had to, he and I both know I fucked most of the guys at my school, something I really can't have anyone knowing. Didn't want to fuck him but did anyway. What can I say, I can't say no to cock. Did Phil at Stacy's house then did Steve at Phil's house. Passed out and got fucked by I don't know how many, maybe eight or ten judging by how tingly my pussy felt after waking up (thanks Stace for throwing a passed-out person in the pool). Banged the stoners (that's me!) in the living room, another eight or ten guys (don't know how many might have already fucked me from when I was passed out though). Then Joey and then it was off to his dorm. How do I describe that experience? I guess it was like a runner running a marathon, you don't know what your body is capable of until you push it beyond all previously known limits. That was a limit I don't feel like pushing anytime soon. Like, two hundred and twenty guys yesterday! That's fucking nuts. Of course most of them I wouldn't remember or recognize even if I bumped into them, I was pretty fucked up on coke and booze. Coke good, booze bad, my head still hurts from it, my legs too. They left me in a half-standing position for what felt like all night with my feet tied to the couch legs and my top half slouched over the top of the couch. My hammies are killing me today not to mention my calves are all crampy. Joey's note said I fucked 204 guys in my pussy and every one of them spermed my cunt, ninety-three more spermed my ass and 112 of them spermed down my throat. That's a lot of cum! It's a good thing I haven't started my period yet! I wonder if I should talk to Dr. Sanders about that? I could use some more cream anyway. It's not as good as coke, but at least it's a nice back up. Speaking of... , Olivia stood up from her desk and walked over to her backpack and dug around for her baggy of coke. It was gone. Either she'd snorted it up herself and didn't remember tossing the bag, or somebody at the orgy had taken it. "Fuck, that leaves me with just one baggy left," she cursed as she went to her closet and found her stashed baggy of cocaine. Two lines later and young Olivia Hastings didn't have a care in the world. Her aching body had somehow magically transformed and she felt alive again. Returning to her computer, she finished the last of her entries. Olivia's Cock-Log: Back again and pardon if I fuck up, I'm a little high and typing is hard to do when ur stoned. Ok, that last number was 204 plus the guys from Phil's house, so maybe like 210 or 220 maybe? Oops, I said maybe twice, ha, ha, ha, LOL! Okay the Queen of all Sluts anywhere... , that's 320 plus 220, oh wow,, 540 guys! Holy fucking cow, that's amazing! I must have the happiest pussy in the world! Five hundred cocks have been in here! In only eight days! I wonder how long it's going to take to hit one thousand? It's a good thing I live in a big city, I wouldn't want to run out of cocks! Ok, who is the hottest guy I've fucked? Hmmm, that's a tough one. I guess it could be a multi-part question. Is it the guy who turned me on the most, or who was the best looking, or who just fucked me the best? Tough one, so many faces. Reed is hot, some of the guys from the beach party were definitely hot. Too hard to answer. Biggest cock I've fucked. Probably DeShawn although the top five have to be Joey (biggest white guy), Jake's dad (another big white guy), Big Lou (I need to answer his texts and give him a repeat performance, I'm so bad at replying to texts, Alfred was right), and I guess Reed, the fifth guy? Not really sure. That body builder guy from the mall was pretty big, maybe him. Hmm, fucking big cocks, ok, I'm getting really horny again! I'll add more tomorrow if I remember. I'm sure Alfred will be helpful in adding to my total. Total, lol, that's me, the Total Slut! I love it, truly I do. Stepping away from her desk, Olivia was uncertain what to do next. She was super horny after compiling her list of guys she'd fucked. "Wow, I think I averaged like 40 guys a day!" she thought. Her pussy was hungry for cock and the cocaine coursing through her was making matters worse. She'd never just sat around stoned before, every time other than now had always involved fucking while stoned and here she was stoned and with no dicks in sight. "I always have my trusty dildo's," she said as she went to her closet to find her stash. It was uncomfortable at first, her tender kitty protesting to the intruder she was shoving inside of her well used cunt, but immediately knew that this was what she needed. It was really something, after taking on over two hundred guys in the previous twenty-four hours, she couldn't go even a day without having either the real thing, or a fake dick stuffed into her kitty. Sure Reed had fucked her only a few hours ago, but she couldn't stop it, she needed her pussy occupied with something. Was it an addiction to cock? Is there such a thing? Five hundred cocks in eight days sure sounded like an addiction as Olivia fed the "normal" sized cock into her pussy, her finger strumming her clitoris as her body responded the only way it knew how these days, to get ready for another orgasm. Those huge dildos was been a trip she realized as this normal sized dildo now seemed rather insignificant. Sure it was probably a good thing she didn't have one of those now as she really did need the rest. Her pussy was complaining even with this little one, but it was a good hurt and one that she was finding impossible to say no to. "God I wish I had one of those bigger one's right now. It was such a nice stretch to cum on," she thought as her orgasm flooded her brain with endorphins and her body shuddered with the pleasure she'd experienced hundreds if not a thousand times over the last week and a half. ------- Stacy Bennett was having the time of her life. Alfred had promised to keep her busy, and busy she was. It was her second time back at his club and she was a busy girl indeed. DeShawn had picked her up from Olivia's neighbor's house and stopped by her parents house long enough to pick up her slut clothes. Of course her nosy sister Katy had wanted to know where she was going and what she was going to be doing, so she dragged her along for the experience. Stacy had seen Katy watching her from the back of the room over by one of the bouncers. She was up on stage and dancing to the loud music as the bass pounded her ears. It was her first time back since she and Olivia had worked there four or five days ago. That had been quite the night, she'd out-fucked her best friend by almost ten guys! It was one of the best night's she'd even had in her life. So many good looking guys, and a bunch of uggs too, but they wanted her and her new boobs too. "That was at least two cup sizes ago," Stacy thought as she started moving her body to the music, the guys in front of her cheering her on. The guys in pervert's row had that stare going, the one where all they can seemingly think about is what her tits look like and what her cunt is going to look like once she takes off her g-string. They looked desperate and that's just what Stacy was, desperate for more cock. Swaying to the music with her best dance moves, Stacy batted her eyes at the guys and started removing her top. It was only the first song and she was told to just dance around for the first song, take off her top during the second and everything during the third song. "Not this girl," she thought as she unsnapped the skimpy top she had on. "These tits have been too long in coming, I'm showing them off now!" Too long in coming. To a normal twelve year old, well... , nearly thirteen, tits shouldn't be something "too long in coming", but when you're best friend's with Olivia Hastings, they certainly are. Stacy had been jealous of everything about Olivia, her beautiful looks, her perfect body, her big boobs. She had the body of an eighteen year old at twelve. It just wasn't fair. That was until Dr. Sanders and his hormone pills. Now Stacy had genuine C-cups and wanted nothing less than to show every guy willing to look, her new boobs. She still had the straight body lines of a still-developing girl with only a modest swell at her hips, but she had boobs. Really nice full boobs that stuck straight out from her rib cage; defying gravity with big puffy areolas that were capped by light brown nipples with gold hoops through them. They were sexy and she knew it, and wanted every guy to know it too. Before the second song was even over, Stacy was on the floor of the stage, writhing around on a white fluffy blanket, naked as the day she was born. Spreading her legs and giving the guys in pervert's row everything they hoped for, Stacy was pretty sure she'd be a busy girl for the rest of the night after the showing she'd just put on. ------- Katy Bennett was in awe, her little no-talent sister had just turned a crowd of horny men insane with her little dance routine, if you wanted to call it that. Stacy was as uncoordinated as they come and somehow had managed to stumble through a song or two before showing everything she had to the crowd of guys and making them go nuts. "If they liked that, they'd go crazy over what I could do," Katy thought to herself. All her years of gymnastics training had left her with considerable body awareness and physical grace. She'd be able to do things up there that would really wow the guys. She didn't have her sister's boobs (yet), but she had a body, a gymnast's body and one that she knew guys went crazy for. She was a "spinner" and even though she hated the term, she'd heard guys call her that before and took it as a compliment to her small size and sexy muscular figure. She had boobs growing now and even though they were only A-cups, they were perky and perfect according the guys at Phil's pool party yesterday. She knew Steve loved her boobs, and Roger had practically gushed when he stripped her down at the motel yesterday morning and saw how the double dose of pills had made them practically spring up over night. That was twenty-four hours ago and six pills ago and her A-cups were well on their way to B-cups and who knows, maybe she'd be up to C-cup before she was done with her pills. "Although anything bigger than a C on me might be a problem with my future in gymnastics," she thought as she watched her sister collecting her clothing and head off-stage. Walking through the door to the back-stage area, Katy quickly found her sister putting on yet another skimpy outfit. "Hey sis, that was pretty hot. What do you do for an encore?" she joked. "Hi Kate! You really thought that was hot!" "Yeah, you looked so sexy up there. Your boobs looked huge too by the way," Katy said. "Thanks. So what did you think? Something you'd want to try?" "Maybe. It looked like fun. So what now?" "We go out onto the floor and try to get guys to buy either lap dances on the floor or private dances up in the VIP area. Personally all I want are the VIP dances." "Why's that?" "Because if the guys have enough cash, they get to fuck me and that's all I want," Stacy admitted. "Really?" "Hell yeah. The last time I was here, I had guys lined up all night long waiting for me. At the end of the night, Alfred had a nice little bonus for us waiting." "What kind of bonus?" "Nah, uh, can't say. If you want to find out, you gotta play too." "Really, you think I could do this too?" "Sure why not, you got the moves for the dancing part and after what I saw yesterday at Phil's I know you can handle the sex part." "I'll think about it. Looks like fun though." "Olivia and I are working here tomorrow night so you're welcome to come along and try it out," Stacy offered. Truthfully she wanted her sister to stop talking so she could get out there and work the crowd and get her guys lined up while they were still hot for her. "Ok, maybe I will," Katy agreed. In the back of her mind she felt like she'd just taken another step down a path she wasn't sure she was prepared to take. Then again, she'd taken many of those steps lately and so far she had only the regrets that come from breaking the rules her morality had grown accustomed to. With each successive step, she found those rules easier to break and less of a burden on her conscience. "How far down will you go Katy before you say stop?" she questioned. ------- Olivia was back on the couch again in front of the TV, only this time the boring content on the TV was being augmented by the excitement from the hand firmly planted between her legs, her fingers rubbing her clitty vigorously. One orgasm just wasn't going to be enough, was two? Maybe three before the night was over. Olivia had tried to keep herself busy to pass away the time. She ate some dinner, finished washing her clothes, cleaned up her room, but everything always came back to sex and the coke was just making it more urgent. With nothing to do, Olivia had snorted back some more of the magic white powder and found her horny scale hit the roof as a result. Here she was now on the couch with her fingers drumming away on her clitty and her biggest and longest dildo firmly planted in her pussy. She was sitting on top of it so that it was in as far as she could get it. "I'm going to have to go back down to that porn shop and get some bigger ones, this baby just isn't doing it," she thought as she could feel the phallus poking at the end of her tube. If it was longer she might be able to get it up into her womb and have one of those spectacular womb-gasms again she pondered. Her pussy was still tender, but the coke made her forget about it long enough to let her orgasm build. Unfortunately a knock at the front door put a quick stop to any further masturbating as Olivia jumped up and quickly pulled the dildo from her sopping pussy before shoving it between the couch cushions and pulling her robe closed. The shades were drawn and she doubted anyone could see in, but you just never knew. "Reed, Hi, I thought you were going to call?" Olivia said as she stood there at the front door. "I did, you didn't hear your phone ringing?" "Sorry, I must have left it in my room and didn't hear it." "No problem. Want to come over and watch a movie with me and a friend of mine?" "A friend?" "Yeah, just throw some clothes on and come on over. Just let yourself in," he said as he backed up and headed back down the steps before heading over to his house. Slightly confused why he would invite her over while he had a friend over, especially after he'd said they would spend some quiet time together, Olivia closed the door and headed to her room to change. Looking in the mirror Olivia saw a sight. She had no make-up on, her hair was a mess and she had bags under her eyes from the previous night's activities. "This just won't do," she said as she headed to bathroom to fix herself up. Pleased with her efforts, Olivia got dressed and found the 34DD bra she had picked out fit perfectly. Her boobs were shrinking down! "Yay, I can wear a bra again!" she said out loud. Throwing on a t-shirt and one of her short new skirts, along with one of her thongs over her shaven cunt, Olivia looked in the mirror and was pleased with how she looked. "Sexy, but not provocative, done up, but not overdone, perfect," she thought. Letting herself in as instructed, Olivia found Reed and his friend sitting in the living room staring at the TV. "Hey Liv, I want you to meet my friend, uh, Bob. We were just watching a movie, I think you'll know it although you haven't actually seen it yet." Walking around in front of the big flat-screen, Olivia recognized the video right away, it was the video Joey had taken the day before of him fucking her in Phil's parent's room. "You're even prettier in person than you are in your pictures and in your videos," Bob said. "Pictures?" Olivia questioned looking at the man. He had that same look every man had for her these days, a look of hunger, and it made her pussy start to moisten. "Bob had a date with you tonight. I offered to show him a video of you and he enjoyed it so much, he wanted to know if you'd come over and watch it with us?" "Yeah sure, I guess," Olivia replied as she looked for a place to sit. As if reading her mind, Reed said, "Why don't you sit over there next to Bob, make him feel welcome." "Ok," Olivia agreed and plopped herself down on the couch next to the guy. He was nothing special, an average looking middle-aged guy with a beer gut dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt. If he was looking for action tonight, he certainly didn't go out of his way to dress up for it she thought as she returned her focus back to the video of her and Joey. Reed had done a marvelous job of editing the video, splicing all of the angles from the different cameras together and keeping the sound in sync too. It really looked professional Olivia thought as she was getting turned-on more so than she already had been. There was something about watching yourself fucking on video that really got her all hot and bothered she realized as she sat there. Olivia felt Bob put his arm around her and pull her close. She could see the bulge in his jeans as he watched Joey slamming his great big cock home into her sopping pussy on the TV. Her pussy felt like a tap as it started to leak its lubricant. Her pussy felt just as wet right now as it looked in the video she thought as she could feel the wetness clinging to her thong. She wanted to jerk the thin material aside and start friggin her clit once again as she'd been right in the middle of another cum when Reed knocked at the door. Glancing at Bob's bulge again, Olivia wondered what his cock looked like; how big was it? Was he cut or uncut? Would it hurt her pussy if she fucked him right now? "Do you want to see it?" Bob asked. "Huh?' Olivia replied. "You keep looking down at my cock. Do you want to see it?" "Sh-sure." "Pull it out, get a close look," he replied. Olivia wasn't usually the one doing this kind of work, she usually found the cocks ready willing and already undressed for her. Unbuttoning and unzipping Bob's pants, she found his cock pointing through his boxers and right there for her. She was always fascinated by the male penis, such a strange looking thing and yet something she couldn't seem to live without, not even for a day. Hell, not even for a few hours. "Stroke it," Bob said. Olivia wrapped her hand around his stiff rod. It wasn't particularly big, just average, and not even super hard, but hard enough that she'd be able to jam it up into her pussy without any trouble. With practiced movement, Olivia guided her hand up and down his shaft applying just the right amount of pressure. Just enough to fire off all the nerves giving the right amount of stimulation without being too firm. Judging by the Bob's reaction, she was doing a fine job. A few minutes later Bob announced he was going to cum and Olivia found him pushing her head towards his cock. Leaning down, Olivia took his cockhead into her mouth just as he started spurting. Careful not to spill any, she sucked gently and rolled her tongue around the tip, feeling each blast of cum as it sprayed onto her pink oral appendage. It was salty and bitter, not one of the more pleasant loads she'd even had in her mouth, and she was one to know the difference between good and bad cum. Swallowing it all down like a good little slut, Olivia licked the tip clean and released it from her mouth. "Thanks doll, that was great. You really know how to suck a cock." "Thanks mister." "Bob, please, mister makes me feel old." "Sure, Bob," Olivia replied. Looking at him and she realized he was just like any other guy, he looked at her like she was a piece of meat and she saw herself in the same way. She wanted him to use her, she wanted him to play with her girly parts, to stick his fingers in her pussy, hell, even her ass. She wanted him to stick his average cock into very experienced pussy. It was what made her hot, it was what made her feel sexy, and it was what made her want to pleasure him further. "If it's not too much trouble, would you mind showing me your tits sweetie?" "Music to my ears," she thought as she pulled her t-shirt over her head exposing her lacy black bra. Her diamond studs clearly visible through the thin material, although the experience was short lived as Olivia unhooked the article and pulled it off her shoulders exposing her breasts for Bob's pleasure. "Oh God, they are even better in person. Can I suck on them?" "Please do," Olivia encouraged. "Climb up onto my lap so they're right in my face." Complying, Olivia climbed upon the man's lap and immediately felt his mouth latch onto her nipple like a lamprey eel finding its next meal. It felt amazing as his tongue swirled around her crinkled nub of flesh, his tongue playing with the stud thrashing it this way and that. "Ohhh, that feels nice Bob, play with my other nipple too," Olivia purred as she started grinding her pussy down onto his soft flaccid cock, trying to find any stimulation for her clitty. Olivia felt Bob's fingers find her other nipple and begin to squeeze firmly, just the way she liked. "Oh, if this keeps up, I'm going to have to fuck him just to make myself cum," Olivia thought as she felt so turned-on at the moment. Slowly but surely, Bob worked her nipples, trading each between his mouth and his fingers going back and forth over and over again, all the while pumping hips up at hers hoping to get his erection back and hopefully another cum too. Olivia felt it, and it wasn't for lack of effort on her part either. She ground her pussy down on the man's cock for what seemed like forever trying to get some life back into it, and here is was coming back to life, thank God! Reaching down Olivia quickly pulled her thong aside and grabbed the man's cock and lined it up with her soaking pussy and immediately slammed it home bottoming out in one thrust. "Agghhhh," Olivia cried out. It hurt her still-recovering pussy, but she had to have it in there, it was where it was meant to be and there was no way her cunt was going to allow her to leave it unfilled. "Oh God your pussy feels amazing. I didn't think there was any way I was going to get to fuck you tonight but Reed was right, he said you wouldn't be able to keep off my cock, not once you saw it in the flesh," Bob panted. "Really? I can't "not" fuck a cock once I see it?" Olivia thought as she pumped her hips up and down on the man's hardening tool. "Reed invited me over knowing that I wouldn't be able to resist fucking this guy? This totally average guy with a totally average dick, just because he was next to me and he had a hard-on? Sad, but I guess true," she thought as she realized the truth, she'd fuck anything with a cock, as long as it was hard and willing. "Anything with a hard cock, why do I keep coming back to that thought, anything? Joey said the same thing yesterday. What did he say, "I like how you said anything, and not anybody." Does that mean that I'd fuck any hard cock, even if was attached to something else? What did Joey say, a Tijuana Donkey show? Would I really fuck an animal?" It's funny how you get so used to doing certain things. You do them so many times that it becomes second nature, like you don't even need to think to do them anymore. All these thoughts poured through Olivia's mind while she fucked up and down on Bob's cock. He thought he was getting the fuck of a lifetime; Olivia was thinking about whether or not she'd fuck an animal, and he never knew the difference. Putting those thoughts aside for the moment, Olivia got back to the task at hand and ground her clit down onto Bob's fatty belly, working her love bud hard towards her impending orgasm, all the while feeling Bob's hips ever pushing upwards, trying his best to get all of his six inches of average cock in as deep as possible. Olivia rode the man for what seemed like a very long time before she felt him start to pump his sperm into her cunt. She didn't care, she had her orgasm ten minutes ago. Olivia was just glad the man was able to fill her up with his cum, a "thank you" of sorts for her efforts. "Just lay back there for a while, keep my cum in you, ok sweetheart?" "Yeah sure, you want to me to keep my legs up?" Olivia asked lifting her legs up in the air and holding onto her ankles. It was a beautiful pose Reed thought as he watched Olivia laying back on the couch, her legs spread wide as she held her legs high up in the air, her cunt gaping open slightly and her puckered anus practically winking at him. "What don't you lay on your back on the ottoman and Bob can hold your legs up while you suck on his cock?" "Ok," Olivia replied and got up and quickly assumed the position on the ottoman, her head back at knee level, her legs straight up in the air as she watched Bob get down on his knees, his softening cock level with her mouth. She sucked in the flaccid member and tasted her juices mixed with his bitter cum. It wasn't any better the second time around, but at least she had her own yummy taste to cut it down with. Olivia felt hands holding her legs upright and wondered why guys had such a fascination with keeping their cum in her cunt and although she couldn't really feel it, she knew Bob's bitter semen was sliding its way down towards her cervix and into her womb. Assuming the hands holding her legs were Bobs's, Olivia felt the blunt end of something warm rubbing up and down her pussy lips and without even needing to wonder what it was, felt Reed start pushing his generous cock into her pussy for the second time today. And for the second time today, his big cock split her open to a fresh bout of pain, although this time is wasn't much more than a slight discomfort. "Oof," Olivia grunted as she felt her pussy walls stretch to fit Reed's hard cock. It inched in slowly as her lubrication accepted the intruder, its inward thrust continuing until she felt stuffed with his hot meat. Despite her best intentions to give her poor pussy a chance to heal, here she was again getting speared from both ends. Thankfully Bob's cock was remaining nice and soft as Olivia wasn't sure she'd be able to take a whole night of fucking again. Tomorrow night would be a busy one if Alfred was going to have her work his club again, and she needed every minute of healing she could afford. An hour later, Olivia waddled home, her pussy was starting to pulse with little stabs of pain as she took one careful step after another. It wasn't as painful as she'd expected, but Reed had lasted longer than she'd wanted and sadly, Bob was able to get it up once more and insisted on fucking her pussy again. Reed had bottomed out and forced the end of his cock into her cervix again as he spurted into her depths and Bob fucked her on the ottoman right after Reed and kept her legs straight up in the air the whole time. Olivia anticipated cum would be leaking from her pussy all night long thanks to the three loads they'd stuffed in her. Bob, the weirdo had asked her to scoop it up and drink it. "What is wrong with some guys?" she wondered as she climbed the steps of her porch and opened the door. Reed had given her a copy of the video he'd put together and although sex was the last thing she wanted to think about, the footage from the dorm piqued her curiosity. The entire night was a blur after they'd left the pool party because of all the coke she'd snorted plus all the booze they kept forcing down her throat and Olivia wondered what it looked like to get fucked by two hundred guys. As expected, creamy white goo started running down her thigh the minute she stepped inside the door and Olivia ran to the kitchen to grab a towel before it leaked all over the floor. "Fuck Bob, I'm not drinking his bitter cum," she thought as she wiped up her cunt with a tea towel that had been left hanging from the oven handle. Reed's was tasty enough, but Bob's wasn't and there was no way she was going to drink that down again unless she had to. Curling up on the couch to watch the DVD, Olivia sat through close to two hours of video of the continuous fucking she'd sustained at the dorm. It started out with one-on-one sex and quickly progressed to two on one, then three on one and then the video was reduced to nothing but cum shots, and there were a lot of them! It seemed they'd made a real effort to capture every one of them on tape and Reed had been careful to include each one on the DVD. It was disturbing to say the least, watching her nearly unconscious body be violated by an endless stream of young men. Over a hundred guys unloaded their cum into her mouth and she'd swallowed it all down, although towards the end it seemed a lot of it just dribbled back out of her slack mouth. They'd taken close ups of her battered pussy and asshole as cum dripped from her back end and dripped down into the small pail they'd placed between her feet. What did the note say? Every guy came in your pussy and like ninety unloaded in your ass. That was almost three hundred cum-shots! "I should donate to a sperm bank, I'd make a fortune," she sighed. "What am I talking about? I am a sperm bank!" The towel stuffed between her thighs was wet with the sperm that had leaked out from her visit with Reed and company. "I still can't believe he set me up like that. What did Bob say? Reed told him that if I just looked at his erection through his pants, I wouldn't be able to keep from fucking it. Is that really true? Do I have to fuck every hard cock I see? What's wrong with me? Or is there anything wrong with me? Is that normal? Am I supposed to want to fuck guys if they show me they have an erection? Maybe it's genetic, a mating thing. Maybe I should go somewhere tomorrow, somewhere public and see what reaction I get when I'm around guys. See if I really do have an uncontrollable urge to fuck every cock I encounter." The tired rambling thoughts of a girl who'd been subjected to serious mental and physical stress lately, suddenly had an urge to grab a snack and go to bed. Her mother would be home soon which meant it was late, and Olivia wanted to be asleep. Closing her eyes, Olivia Hastings mentally prepared herself for the new "work" schedule Reed and Alfred had set for her. ------- Across town, Stacy Bennett had just polished off yet another customer in the VIP lounge and went looking to find her next guy. Unexpectedly, her next guy found her. "Hello Ms. Bennett, so nice to see you." Snapping her head around to find out who it was that knew her by name, a sense of panic and fear flashed through her mind as the man's face came into view. "Oh shit!" Stacy Bennett, usually so calm and confident was suddenly a school girl again and panicked. "Uh, Hi Mr. Fletcher." It was her school's principal and there was no way she was going to be able to explain what she was doing strutting around in a strip bar dressed like a hooker. "I knew your friend Olivia was a whore. I didn't know you were too," a satisfied John Fletcher said as he saw the shear panic registering over the cute girl's face. He owned Olivia Hastings, now he owned her friend Stacy too. John had returned every night since that fateful night a week ago when he discovered Olivia working at this very secretive strip bar that catered to its VIP customers, by offering its dancers for sex for the right price. Olivia Hastings had been worth every penny of the three hundred dollars he'd dropped on her. He'd fucked her sweet pussy and had cum down her throat, even pissing down her throat as she huddled down on the floor, orgasming as she sensed his urine streaming down her throat. He'd returned every night since then hoping to find her again, but to no avail. This was almost as good, her cute little friend who now stood before him, visibly shaken by his presence. "What are you talking about? I'm not a whore and neither is Olivia. I'm just... , I'm just..." There was no excuse she could offer that would make any sense at all. She was busted and knew it. The only question remaining was what would be the price of this discovery. "Nonsense, nonsense. I've already fucked your friend Olivia, now it's your turn. I'm even going to pay full price tonight, as I will every other time I come in here to visit with you girls. Consider it a down-payment on my ownership of your pussies once school starts again. Give me your cell number," he said as he pulled out his cell phone. "I'll text you so you have my number. You'll let me know every time you and your friend come here and I'll come in and fuck one or both of you. I won't mess with you, I won't even cause you any trouble at school, but know this, you're paying for my silence with your cunt, ok?" "Uh, yes sir. Uh my number is..." "Excellent, let's go upstairs now," John Fletcher said as he grasped the young girl by the arm and marched her towards a date with his raging hard-on. The end of the night came to a close and Stacy Bennett was a tired girl. She fucked guy after guy and had enjoyed every second of it. She was a self-admitted slut and wasn't ashamed of it. She'd even cum on her principal's big cock as he pounded into her. She smiled at the idea that the man thought he had something on the girls and his threat of fucking them whenever he wanted was going to be an imposition on them. "If he fucks me like that every time, I'm the one on the winning end of that deal!" Stacy thought as she settled up with Alfred. A generous baggy of coke, two hundred bucks and a ride home from DeShawn. "A pretty successful night after all," Stacy thought as she snuggled up to her big black protector as he drove her home. All feedback is encouraged and welcome ------- Chapter 19 Lauren was up early, she wanted to check her messages from the Cougar Hunters website before her daughter woke up. She found that her two guys had each given her a very high rating, which resulted in a boat-load of new messages. It seemed every guy wanted to get a piece of her now that the word was out that Lauren Hastings would put out on the spot and was eager to please. The question now was, did she want to keep up with her recent behavior? She wasn't a slut, she was just trying to make up for lost time and so far, she'd made that time up quickly. It was a tough question, should she try and set up another rendezvous today, or take a break? Olivia would understand if she needed to go out for a while. She was a teenager almost, she probably needed her space and why would she want to hang out with mom when she has her friends? Lauren decided to mull it over and keep herself busy while she thought it out. Cleaning the house always worked to keep her mind occupied. Tidying up the living room, Lauren folded up the blanket that Olivia must have left bunched up on the couch. "Oh, she must have been watching a movie last night," Lauren thought as she straightened up the cushions. "What is that?" she wondered as she spied something wedged between the cushions. Pulling the cushions apart, Lauren spotted something very foreign to her, it was cylindrical and tapered. She knew what it was, but had never seen one in person and could not fathom what it was doing in her house or how it had become wedged between her couch cushions. Twisting the end confirmed her suspicion as it sprung to life and wiggled rapidly in her hand. Vibrate was a more apt description as that was what it was, a vibrator. "What in the fuck is a vibrator doing in my house? Who the hell was over here last night with my baby?" a very worried Lauren Hastings wondered as she stormed down the hall towards her daughter's room. All kinds of thoughts ran through her mind as she crossed the short distance down the hall. "Who brought this thing over here and why is it still here? Did somebody use it on my daughter? Is it hers? Where did she get it from?" "Olivia, wake up honey, we need to talk." Olivia Hastings was deep in a dream, and shockingly it was about sex. The specifics were quickly lost as she realized her mother was in her room and telling her to wake up. She wasn't quite yelling, but she wasn't far from it. "Yeah mom, what is it?" she replied, still half asleep. "Who was over here last night with you?" "Huh, what are you talking about?" Olivia asked, propping herself up on her elbow and being careful to keep the covers pulled up. After all she was still naked form the waste down, not to mention her nipple studs would be easily visible through her thin t-shirt. "I found something that doesn't belong to me and something that I can't possibly conceive belonging to you. Care to explain where it came from?" Lauren returned back, this time it was a shout. "Mom, what are you talking about?" Olivia replied with a terrible sense of panic starting to creep in. "What did I leave out?" she wondered. Her mother was holding something behind her back and was letting her dangle by a thread, hoping she'd guess what it was and admit to where it came from. A quick list of her contraband went through her mind starting with the worst. "What did I do with that DVD I was watching last night? Did I leave it in the DVD player? Fuck! I think I did. Shit! No wait, that can't be it. Mom would be losing her mind completely if that was what she found. Ditto on my stash of coke too. What the fuck could it be?" she thought. "Mom, I don't know what you mean. What did you find?" "This!" Lauren replied holding out the cylindrical plastic phallus. "Oh, uh... , I uh... , I mean... ," Olivia stumbled along not sure what to say. "Shit, I stuffed it in the couch when Reed knocked on the door. How could I be so careless? Damn it, that's my favorite one too," she thought. "Uh mom, I can explain. I uh... , swiped it from Stacy's house. I was snooping around and found it in Stacy's mom's bedroom. I wasn't sure what it was until I accidentally turned it on and it started vibrating. It seemed like one of those massaging things so I thought I could use it on my calf muscles. You know how my calves used to cramp up so badly after dance practice right?" "So you used it on your leg muscles?" Lauren questioned. "Yeah," Olivia replied as sheepishly as possible. Relieved that her daughter had seemingly stolen it for a rather mundane and practical purpose, Lauren felt a wave of relief wash over her, although she still had a big problem at hand. "So you stole it? What were you thinking Olivia? You were snooping around your best friend's house and stole her mother's personal property?" "I didn't think she'd miss it, there were so many. I figured she'd never know it was gone," Olivia pleaded. Hoping beyond all hope her mother bought her flimsy excuse. It wasn't a good one, but it was the best she could come up with on such short notice. It was better than any excuse she could have come up with for any of the other articles of contraband her mother might have found. "I gotta find a place to stash my box of stuff from the closet. If mom even suspects that vibrator is mine, she's going to get snoopy and find the mother-load one of these days." "Honey, you just can't go around stealing other people's things like that. You're going to have to return it, although this isn't the sort of thing you just go hand over and say "Sorry I took this from you, here it is back" you know." "Here it goes, here's the test for my lousy excuse," Olivia contemplated. "What do you mean mom? It's just a muscle massager, isn't it?" Olivia asked with the best "innocent" look she could muster. "Sure it is, but... , well... , do you think you could sneak it back without anybody at Stacy's house noticing? I mean, does Stacy know you found this and took it?" "No mom, uh, Stacy was in the shower and her mom and dad were at work. Katy was out with one of her friends so nobody knows I took it. I doubt Mrs. Bennett would even miss it, she had a whole drawer full. Why would she need so many massagers?" Olivia asked. "Ok, stop it before you lay it on too thick Olivia. Mom's already bought it, no need to go overboard," she told herself. "Really? A drawer full? That's uh... , umm. Just take it back ok?" Lauren asked as she was about to hand it over to her daughter. "Lauren Hastings, are you really going to hand a vibrator over to your twelve year old daughter? Shame on you. Best not to draw any more attention to it than necessary," she thought. "Can you take it back this morning? I can give you a ride over there right now if you want?" "Stacy will still be sleeping. She never gets out of bed before ten. Plus I'd need to hang out there a while and wait for an opportunity to sneak it back. I couldn't just run in and stash it and leave you know. I could stay there and hang out with Stacy today, or you could pick me up after lunch or something." "Hmmm, that just might work. That would give me time to set up a date and get some time to spend with today's eligible man and still have time to get to work," Lauren thought. "That should work out ok honey, I have some running around to do this morning. If you want to go over and hang out, that's fine by me, or if you want me to pick you back up around lunch time. Hey, I have a great idea, why don't I pick you up and we'll go out for lunch?" "Can Stacy come too?" "Sure why not, three girls going out for lunch!" "That sounds great mom! Let's do that," Olivia agreed, hoping that this uncomfortable situation was successfully at a close. Lauren let out a big sigh of relief as she left her daughter curled up under her covers and headed for the spare room they used as a computer room/office. "Just enough time to set up a date, only today it'll just be enough time for coffee as I don't think I'll have enough time for hanky panky. That's good anyway, I don't want to get a reputation for being too easy, he, he." She felt like some sort of double agent, living a second life outside of her normal one. "Mom and head nurse by day, tramp by night! Oh well, not really since I work the afternoon shift. More like mom AND tramp by day, head nurse by night. Well, I'm not really a tramp, I'm just making up for lost time, that's all." Olivia waited until her mother closed the door behind her before she bolted to her drawer to grab some underwear and shorts to put on. "Thankfully mom didn't completely lose it and drag me out of bed. Having to come up with an excuse why I had a dildo shoved in the couch was hard enough, trying to explain why I'm naked from the waist down with a ring through my clit would have been the end of me! This game is starting to get dangerous." Lauren sent out several messages asking to meet for coffee and gave each of the guys a first-come first-served notification. She didn't promise sex and didn't need to; her rating on the web site had rocketed skyward with just two hook-ups. She'd be beating the guys off with sticks from now on. Into her phone Olivia punched: "Stacy, I'm coming over really soon, and my mom is coming back 2 take us out 4 lunch. You aren't going 2 believe what happened, txt me back when u get this ... Olivia." Olivia took her time getting ready, which included a nice hot soak in the tub. Her body was still a bit achy, mostly her leg muscles from being stretched over the back of the couch the previous night, but her ass and kitty felt pretty much back to normal. "They better be if I have to work for Alfred tonight. There's no telling what that man might have planned!" By ten o'clock, both Hastings girls were cleaned up and ready to go. "Gee mom, you look really nice, got a hot date or something?" Olivia asked checking out her mom who had seemed to actually make an effort to look nice, which was a major change. "Olivia! Mind your tongue. Can't a girl get fixed up once in a while without getting the second degree from her daughter? Don't forget you're still in the dog house for stealing something that doesn't belong to you, so keep that in mind before you get lippy." "Sorry mom, I just thought you looked really nice with your hair and make-up all done, and is that a new dress?" "Yes, it is, do you like it?" Lauren asked, twirling around in her dress. It was light and pretty with a cinched waist that accented her natural curves. "Yeah, it makes you look really pretty. It really shows off your great legs and boobs. You should wear dresses more often," Olivia replied checking out her mother's figure as she modeled the dress in front of her. There was no doubt where Olivia got her great body from, her mother was a hotty at thirty-six years of age and although she wasn't anywhere near as fit as her daughter, she was still pretty sexy for a mom. "Olivia, honestly, the things you say these days. I just don't know where you're getting it from." "Mom, I'm just being honest. You have great legs, what can I say? And you have great boobs too!" "Speaking of which, it looks like you're hiding something from me. Have your boobs grown even more since last week?" "No I don't think so, I think it's just one of the Victoria Secrets bras we bought last week, it just makes them look bigger," Olivia answered as she did her best to slouch and make her boobs look smaller. The truth was they now fit nicely into the 34DD bras she'd bought, so thankfully they had indeed shrunk down from their freakishly large state to something a little more normal now. She might even get her mother to buy her lie about growing larger, although she doubted she'd be able to hide her DD bras for long before her mother found one in the wash. "Uh huh," her mother replied, giving Olivia a playful skunk-eye in the process. It was the "you can fool your mother some of the time, but not all of the time" looks. They were definitely bigger, but Lauren understood the emotional issues of being a young girl with big boobs and didn't want to push it and embarrass her young daughter. She herself had been quite young when hers had sprouted and being the girl with the biggest boobs in her middle school had been pretty traumatic for her. The boys were constantly teasing her or would try to grab her boobs on the playground when the teachers weren't looking. If Olivia wanted to keep hers hidden from her mother, it was completely understandable. The irony was her mother was just about the only person Olivia had been trying to hide her boobs from. The five hundred guys who'd seem them already didn't bother the young tween one bit, in fact she was quite proud of them and was eager to show them off, just not to her mom! Olivia spied her mother from the passenger seat of her car while they made the short drive over to Stacy's house. "So where are you going all dressed up mom? Are you sure you don't have a date?" "Olivia, drop it. I'm just doing a few errands and thought I'd get dressed up for a change. I never take the time to make myself look good anymore and thought it was about high time I did." "Ok, but if you were going out on a date, you'd look great going out on one right now," Olivia said with a smile. "Thank you dear," Lauren said with a shake of her head. "Am I that transparent? Why am I lying anyway? What's wrong with telling Olivia I'm going out on a date? Because she'd ask too many questions and want to know who it was or where I'd met him, or when am I bringing him over? That's why you're lying, because it's just a hook-up for sex, something Olivia would never understand." Arriving at Stacy's house, Olivia jumped out of the car and waved goodbye. "I'll pick you girls up at noon, ok honey?" Lauren yelled from the open window. "Oh, don't forget this," she said holding up the carefully wrapped up vibrator. Lauren had taken no chances that anyone would figure out what was in the bag by the way she'd wrapped it up in layer after layer of plastic grocery bags. "Sure mom!" Olivia replied, walking up the driveway towards the Bennett's house. Letting herself in as she always did, Olivia found the house extremely quiet. It was Friday after all, Mr. and Mrs. Bennett would be at work, but usually Katy was up and around. "Hello, anybody home?" Olivia called out. Nothing. It wasn't until she'd reached the top of the stairs that Olivia heard the shower running, indicating that at least someone was home. Heading down the hallway, Olivia peaked into Katy's room and saw it empty, assuming it was she in the shower. Opening Stacy's door, Olivia spied a lump under the covers she assumed to be her sleeping friend. "Wake up sleepy head, rise and shine!" Olivia bellowed out, hoping to scare the crap out of her best friend. Ripping back the covers, Olivia found a pile of rumpled up blankets formed up to look like someone sleeping underneath. "What the hell?" Olivia wondered. "Well that must be Stacy in the shower then," she thought, and headed to the bathroom. Thinking it would still be funny to scare the hell out of her best friend, Olivia quietly entered the bathroom and heard some familiar sounds. Stacy was in the shower and she wasn't alone, she could tell by the noises so characteristic of her friend having sex. Yanking back the curtain, Olivia yelled out, "Gotcha!" Only it wasn't Stacy. Simultaneous yells and screams emanated from both parties caught in the act. "What the fuck!" screamed a large hairy man, standing there with his back to the shower curtain. "Ahhhhhh!," Katy screamed out loud. The man pivoted around to get a look at the person whom had just about stopped his heart, still holding his sexy little fuck-toy. Katy's legs maintained the same death-grip around his torso she'd had while he had her pinned against the wall. He'd been holding her up easily with his strong arms, and had used the wall just as a back-stop so he could plow his thick cock into the young teen as deeply as possible. And it was still buried there right now, even despite the heart-attack inducing surprise. "Olivia, Oh my God, what did you do that for?" a very confused Katy Bennett yelled out. "You scared the shit out of me. I thought for a second my parents had come home from work or something! Jesus Christ." Katy momentarily tried to pull her legs down, but Roger was having none of it and held her firmly as he pushed his cock in deeper. Olivia stood with mouth agape at Stacy's sister Katy, she was perched on top of a very impressive looking dick possessed by a very large and hairy older man and from the looks of it, thought the intrusion by a pretty blonde girl was pretty exciting. He continued thrusting away without pause and grinned as he sunk his cock as far in as Katy could take. A very confused Olivia Hastings stood there trying to figure out what was going on at the Bennett house as she stood there watching this unexpected coupling going on in front of her. "Sorry, I thought it was Stacy," she said and quickly pulled the curtain back, covering the two back up. "Aw, you don't have to do that sweet thing, you can watch if you want to," the guy returned. "I heard Katy likes being watched," he said as he pulled the curtain back open slightly. Olivia couldn't help but watch the spectacle as the two mismatched lovers continued fucking. "She's not here," Katy replied between grunts. "She texted me late last night, ugghh... , before my mom and dad got home saying she was staying at your place, uuhhhh... , and to fake like she was in bed sleeping. She said, uhh... , she was going to party with some guy named Shawn or something like that, oooh yeah ... right there, uh huh. Oh yeah, sorry Olivia, this is Roger, he's a friend of mine." "Yeah, I think I figured that out. I'm going to try and call Stacy," Olivia said as she turned around to leave. "Uh Olivia, um... , can I ask you a favor? Ughhh... , hold on a second Roger, I have to ask her a quest ... ughhh ... tion. Can you keep this a secret? Ahhh ... I don't want to Steve to know about Roger. "Ooof. Ok?" "Sure, no problem," she said, and left the bathroom. The truth was, Olivia found that Roger guy a little creepy, kinda like Mr. Fletcher, her principal. Some guys were just that way, creepy. Thankfully most were nice she reflected as she walked into Stacy's room and pulling out her cell phone, calling Stacy's number. After five rings, her voice mail picked up. "Shit. I'll try DeShawn and see if Stacy's still there," Olivia thought as she dialed DeShawn's number. Trying to explain where Stacy was might get sticky she thought when her mother returned to take the two out for lunch. Just as Olivia thought DeShawn's phone was going to go to voice mail, he picked up. "Yo babe, what's up?" "Hi DeShawn, is Stacy there? I need to talk to her right away and Katy said she was with you." "I think she's here somewhere. Hold on, let me check... , yeah she's here. Looks like she's passed out on my couch. Want me to wake her?" "Yeah please." "Hold on..." "Hello?" Stacy replied sounding barely alive. "Stace, it's me, you gotta get home fast. My mom dropped me off at your house and she's coming back shortly to take us out for lunch. I told her I'd already talked to you and that you agreed to go with us. You gotta get over here, now!" "Ok, let me see if I can get a ride," she mumbled. "Are you ok Stace?" "Yeah, we had a party here after the club and DeShawn had some of his buddies come over. They got me pretty messed up. They gave me a shot of something and it was amazing. You're going to have to try it." "No more shots for me, I had enough two nights ago and it gave me a wicked hangover," Olivia replied. "No, not shots you drink, a shot, like a needle. I don't know what it was but I've never felt anything so amazing in my life." "They gave you a needle of something? Stacy, I don't think I like the sound of that. I think you should get home now ok?" "Sure babe, let me find my clothes and get dressed and see if DeShawn or someone can give me a ride home." "How many guys are there?" "Only a couple, but there were more here earlier. I think most of them left already." "Just get here quick, ok? My mom will be here at your house in less than two hours, so hurry." "Ok," Stacy replied sounding sleepy. "Put DeShawn back on the phone will ya?" "Sure..." "Hey beautiful, what's up?" "I need Stacy home right away, can you give her a ride to her house?" "Sure, but it might cost you. Think I can get me a little of your fine pussy as payment when I get there?" "I think so. Those guys the other night ripped me up pretty good, but I think I'm all better now." "Sweet, see you in a bit." Olivia paced back and forth in the Bennett's living room waiting to see DeShawn's big Escalade pull up. It had been over an hour and still no sign of them. Her mother would be here in forty-five minutes, assuming she was on-time. "Hey gorgeous." The voice came from behind her and startled the crap out of her as Olivia spun around and saw DeShawn and Stacy walking into the living room from behind her. "Where did you guys come from?" "I parked around the side so my car wouldn't be visible from the road," DeShawn replied. "Stacy's idea." "Why? I don't get it?" "Cause I'm gonna fuck your sweet ass and if your momma comes and I ain't gone, she might wonder who's got the pimped-ass ride in the driveway." "Oh, good idea I guess," Olivia replied. "That's forty-five minutes from now. He better be done fucking me by then!" she thought. Olivia glanced over at Stacy who looked uneasy on her feet, she was swaying from side to side a little. She looked fucked up and tired as hell all rolled into one. "What's her problem?" "She's just a little messed up, she'll be fine by the time your momma gets here. The little doll wanted to roll with the big boys and did a little H this morning." "H, what's that?" "Nothing you need to worry about right now. Let's go party upstairs. Stacy, go get yourself cleaned up." "Uh huh," a dreamy Stacy replied. "You might want to make sure your sister is done fucking her old guy first. I surprised them in the shower thinking it was you earlier. ------- Olivia kept glancing at the clock, her mother should be arriving any minute, and DeShawn was still going strong. The man wasted no time marching her upstairs and into Stacy's room and stripping her down and getting inside of her, that was forty minutes ago and he seemed like he was just getting warmed up. His thick black cock speared into her swampy pussy with machine-like efficiency as he brought her to multiple orgasms, her DD breasts swinging and swaying with his vigorous thrusting. The good news was her pussy seemed perfectly recovered as he split her pussy open with his great black cudgel. Although if he didn't cum soon, he was going to undo all the healing she'd experienced since her night at the dorm. Their exercise had drawn the attention of the other "guest" in the house. Olivia looked up and saw Stacy, Katy and the guy from the shower named Roger, all watching her getting fucked royally by DeShawn and his proud monster. "Fucking sweet, can I have some of that too?" Roger asked as he gawked at the sexy blond with the big titties on the bed getting her brains fucked out by the large black man. He was still naked and appeared to be enjoying the show as his cock begin to rise. "Hey, you're mine!" Katy remarked as she jabbed Roger playfully in the ribs. He wasn't really hers, but she claimed him as her personal pleasure provider. He wasn't much to look at, but he could really push her buttons in the bedroom (or bathroom, or the back of his van, or wherever they happened to be). Looking up, DeShawn saw a fifty-ish looking grey-haired guy who looked as mismatched as anything he'd ever seen, standing next to Stacy's hotter older sister. He had his eyes glued on Olivia and his arm slung over Katy, holding onto her right tit as she stroked his cock to attention. "Get down there and suck my cock," Roger ordered to his play toy. Katy looked at him apprehensively; she liked being ordered around by him, she was a submissive by nature, but wasn't sure she wanted anyone else knowing the details of their relationship. Nor was she completely comfortable sucking him off in front of everyone either. Though having sex in front of others was getting easier, especially after Phil's party, and she was good at fucking too, but sucking dick was a work in progress and she didn't want to disappoint. Getting down on her knees, Katy brushed her brown hair back behind her shoulders and looked the glistening tip of Roger's cock at eye level and grabbed it with both hands. "Go for it, show 'em what you can do," Katy thought as she latched her lips around the fat head and sucked it in. It was like a hot little heater sucking on his rod. He couldn't get enough of Katy's sweet little body, she was everything his imagination could ask for, but looking at this hot blonde, he might have to revise his standards. Imagining it was Olivia sucking on his cock, he knew he was going to blow chucks soon. Olivia glanced over at the clock again, "Shit, mom's going to be here any minute!" Throwing every move in her repertoire at DeShawn and his big bloated cock, Olivia wrapped her legs around his ass and pushed her hips up in time to meet his thrusts, trying to eat every inch of his big cock. She wanted him to cum so she could get cleaned up and be ready for her mother. The last thing she wanted to do was smell like sex around her mother. Her pussy usually had very little scent to it, but after a vigorous fucking, it gave off a smell that unmistakably smelled like sex. It wasn't a bad smell, actually it was a very pleasant and erotic smell, but it was definitely noticeable. Not to mention DeShawn was sweating all over her and he smelled very manly, and she would carry his scent until she showered. Stacy sat there with her short skirt hiked up, she wasn't wearing any panties and she was horny as hell watching Olivia getting her brains fucked out by the same stallion that had fucked her so well last night. Even after a busy night fucking a pile of guys at Alfred's club, Stacy had returned to DeShawn's and fucked him and his friends. She could never get too much sex, and loved it. DeShawn finally came in her pussy around four in the morning and then passed her on to his five friends. While sitting atop the cock of the second friend, he suggested she get high with him. Assuming he meant weed, or coke, or something she was already familiar with, she happily agreed. The last thing she was expecting was a needle in the arm, but what an experience that had been. It was clearly better than anything she'd ever experienced before as the euphoria swept through her. After that Stacy was in a world of unspeakable relaxing pleasure. It was entirely different from coke; with coke she was hyper-aware of her surroundings and it fueled her desire to be the ultimate sex monster, fucking everything in sight. With this stuff, she was a rag doll and watched almost outside herself as DeShawn's friends had their way with her, doing everything they could think of to her body. With her eyes closed, she could feel the soft skin sliding in and out of her well lubricated holes. "Can life get any better than this?" Stacy had wondered as she passed out with cocks in both her cunt and ass. The next memory Stacy had was DeShawn waking her up and handing her a phone; she was naked and alone on the couch, a big wet spot under ass. Her cunt should have been sore from all the action, most normal women would have been, but Stacy Bennett was a whore that loved getting fucked, and her cunt juiced up like a tap at the very thought of fucking. She couldn't be sure if the wet spot under her ass was from her juice alone, or from all the cum the brothers had pumped into her, a combination of the two was most likely. Now here she was in her room, coming down off her high and watching her best friend fuck the cock that she wanted so badly to be get stabbed with again. Even her sister was busy sucking an impressive looking dick that she'd helped set her sister up with. The bowling alley had been her idea and that's where this guy had come from. He and his buddies had thoroughly fucked her sister in the bathroom on the day she'd lost her virginity, and here he was now, her personal dick-in-waiting. An ever-jealous Stacy Bennett sat there aggressively rubbing her clit while watching the action around her. "If there isn't a dick for me, then I'll get myself off," Stacy thought as she frigged away on her ring-cladded bud. Roger watched the blonde nympho rocking her body on the big black cock like she were possessed, wanting so badly to unload his sperm right into her mouth instead of Katy's. If only there was some way he could spew in her mouth instead of his love-slave's. She was too far from the edge of the bed for him to reach her mouth, but if he could just work his way over there, maybe he could spew on her body when he came. Slowly he started inching his way over to the edge, Katy shuffling over with him. Maybe... , just maybe. Olivia knew it was coming, it was inevitable, just when she thought DeShawn was about to cum, she heard the door bell ring. "Oh shit, my mom's here! Get off of me, I gotta get my clothes on!" Olivia shouted at DeShawn. "No problem babe, I'm almost there. Stacy... , Stacy! Quite rubbing your cunt and go answer the door! Stall her, I'm almost there." DeShawn yelled. "Huh... , oh... , ok," Stacy replied, reluctantly pulling her hands away from her crotch. "What do you mean, almost there? You've been in me for forty-five minutes!" Olivia said in a panic. Her mom was at the door and here she was naked with her pussy stuffed with black cock, sweaty and stinking of sex. "Roll over onto your knees babe, let me fuck your pussy from behind. I'll cum right away, I swear," DeShawn answered as he got up off his sweet little fuck-bunny, and allowed the physically perfect girl to get up onto her hands and knees. Without even needing to be told, Olivia thrust her pussy back at her stud and arched her back downwards, awaiting his cock to slide back inside. Roger smiled as he looked down at the gorgeous blonde, her face was now only a foot or two away from Katy's head, inside which his throbbing cock now resided. He was going to do it, he had to, he was going to wait until the last second and cum on her face, or in her mouth whichever presented itself to him. DeShawn slammed his cock home once again. He could have cum twenty other times, but he was waiting for this. He was waiting for Olivia's mom to get here so he could cum in her twat and leave his seed buried deep in her cunt. She'd sit there all through... , well whatever it was she had planned, with his cum jammed in her hole. Looking up, he saw the hairy white dude inching closer to the bed, staring at Olivia's face the whole time. "He wants to cum in my girl," DeShawn thought. "He wouldn't be the first guy to do that. Hell, he wouldn't even be the three-hundredth guy to do that!" he chuckled inside. Stacy opened the front door and found a smiling Lauren Hastings waiting. She was wearing a pretty dress, almost sexy dress, albeit slightly disheveled. Her hair looked a little mussed and her make-up hastily put on, but still looked very pretty. If she didn't know any better, Stacy would have thought Olivia's mother had just had sex! "Not Olivia's mom, she's a prude. She doesn't even swear! There's no way she's having sex!" she thought. "Hi Ms. Hastings, how are you?" "I'm just great Stacy, are you girls ready to go?" Lauren asked, looking at her daughter's best friend. "Holy crap, when did Stacy grow those!" Lauren gawked looking down at the young girl's chest. "Jesus, what is it with these girls? They both grow boobs overnight? At least Olivia had some to start with, but Stacy was flat as a board, and now this? What gives?" she wondered, trying her best to hide her amazement. Distracted by the girl's chest, Lauren couldn't hold back and asked, "Stacy... , um... , you seem to have sprouted recently." "Yeah, isn't it great! I don't look like a boy anymore!" Stacy replied. "Sweetheart, you've never looked like a boy. You've always been a very pretty girl, now you're a very pretty girl with... , well... , uh-" "Boobs, it's ok to say boobs Ms. Hastings. I don't think it's a bad word." "Uh yes, I suppose. Is Olivia ready to go?" "Uh, let me check. She was up in the bathroom getting ready. We went for a swim and I was the first one in the bathroom and hogged it. Wait here and I'll go see what's taking so long." Olivia felt DeShawn's big black cock spasming in her pussy followed by his grunting, signaling his ejaculation. His fingers were digging deeply into her hip flesh while he held his cockhead up against her cervix. She could feel each spurt with his cock deep in her love tube. "Finally!" she thought as she suddenly felt something up against her face. Olivia looked up to see Katy's hairy guy aiming his cock at her face, fisting his shaft like his life depended on it. "Open up slut, unless you want it on your face," Roger said. He always came in bucket-loads and his cock was ready to hose this girl down. Olivia opened up her mouth happily, she'd much rather drink his cum than wear it, especially with her mother downstairs waiting. She immediately found the hairy man's hot thick cock in her mouth and felt his cock shooting his ropey cum into the back of her throat. He didn't shove it into the back of her mouth like most guys, instead leaving just the head inside so he could pump his shaft and fire volley after volley into her mouth. And there was a lot! Olivia couldn't remember a guy unloading that much before. It was like a hose that shot stream after stream and seemed to still be going strong. Swallowing what seemed like a mouthful, Olivia kept her lips locked around the man's cock-head as the eruption seemed to be slowing. A last few rudimentary squirts and Olivia suckled the man's cock making sure she sucked the last dregs from the tip. It was nearly a second mouthful and thankfully it tasted normal as memories of Reed's friend Bob still haunted her. "Man he had bitter cum," she thought as she sucked the last of Katy's boyfriend's cum from around her teeth and down the hatch. Uncoupling the two cocks from her holes, Olivia grabbed her clothes and bolted for the bathroom. Grabbing a wash cloth she soaked it in warm water and quickly wiped her face and body down, trying to wipe the sweat and smell from her body. Checking carefully to make sure there wasn't any semen on her face, Olivia quickly fixed up her hair and adjusted her shirt and skirt to make sure at the very least, she didn't look like she'd just finished having sex. Olivia was scared as hell as she descended the stairs, her boobs jiggling the whole way down the stairs. "Please Katy, keep them quiet, don't let those guys come out of the room until we're gone," she thought. "Hi mom, ready to go?" "Hi honey, what took you so long?" Lauren asked. Both girls looked at each other, Lauren noticed her daughter was all flushed and a slight sheen of perspiration was breaking out on her forehead. She looked like she'd just finished one of her dance classes after one of their more strenuous workouts. Olivia looked at her mother and noticed her hair was out of place and her new dress had a few wrinkles in it that weren't there before. They were subtle signs that only she would have noticed given that she'd seen what her mother had looked like as they left the house. She'd been up to something, but what? Olivia knew she still looked and felt like she'd run a marathon, then again, a solid hour of fucking DeShawn was a marathon. Her juicy pussy had already soaked through her g-string and his cum hadn't even started its downward flow yet. He'd blasted his whole load directly into her womb and from the position he'd had her in, it was guaranteed to have coated the walls of her womb completely. If there were any fertile eggs in there, they would most certainly be fertilized now. "You look a little winded honey, is everything ok?" Lauren asked, curious why her daughter was so obviously out of breath while Stacy looked calm and collected. "I was just worried I'd left it so late to get ready, that I was running around and got myself all sweaty. I'm ok, really." "Ok, well if you girls are ready, let's go," Lauren said heading for the door. Her mind was racing though, both girls had looked at her attire like something was wrong. Lauren had tried her best to get fixed up in the motel bathroom and didn't think to bring a brush or makeup with her. She'd only planned on having coffee, but allowed the new guy to talk her into making out in his car. Like a teenager she got all worked up and agreed almost too eagerly to go to a motel with him. An hour later she was on her back with her guy perched on top of her shooting his cum into her face. He'd complained about having to wear a condom and asked if he could use her breasts to rub his cock between. It seemed like a safe alternative; that was until he started spurting his cum and jumped up and aimed his cock at her face. He rained his cum down on her before she could do anything about it. It was gross and sexy at the same time. He was her least favorite of the three guys so far, if only because of the ending. The rest of their encounter had been thoroughly exciting and sexy. He'd been a very attentive lover and very unselfish, again up until the cum-shot in the face. Cleaning up with the modest motel toiletries, Lauren had done the best she could as she stood there in the bathroom in her new lacey bra and underwear set, not wanting to get her new dress wet as she washed up. Sadly, her new dress had ended up under the two of them as they were having sex and it was wrinkled to hell. The motel iron had been a Godsend, restoring the dress to a wearable condition again, although it was far from perfect. ------- The drive to the restaurant was a quiet one. Lauren could smell the latex condom they'd used. Strike that, condoms, plural. The guy had managed to ejaculate twice in the rubber sheath and once on her face. The smell of the latex was wafting up as she drove despite clamping her thighs together as best she could, and hoped the girls wouldn't notice. Lauren kicked herself for not saving enough time to shower, a mistake she wouldn't make again. Lauren's worries were all for not, neither girls would probably even know what a condom smelled like as neither girl could likely recall ever using one. Stacy sat in the front seat at Olivia's urging. Olivia knew she'd be leaking like a tap in no time and didn't want to leave a wet spot on the front seat where it'd be noticeable. Olivia could smell DeShawn's scent on her skin even though she'd wiped her body down with a towel, and her sickly sweet cunt smell was under her nose and she thought for sure everybody in the car would be able to smell it. Thankfully Lauren opened her window and let the chorus of smells dissipate with the influx of fresh air. Lunch was tense at first as all three girls sat there, each of them with their own vices to worry about. Stacy was coming down from her heroin high and was agitated. Lauren was subconscious about her appearance and Olivia was worried about the puddle trying to escape her pussy. She'd sneakily sat on her napkin and lifted her skirt over it so it would absorb as much of DeShawn's cum as possible. The waiter who approached their table was handsome, and was a welcome distraction for all three girls as they openly admired his rugged good looks and muscular physique. He smiled and joked playfully with the girls and complimented Lauren on being such an attractive "big sister". Lauren Hastings was eating it up too, he was just the type of guy she was looking for on the Cougar Hunters website and so far, things were looking good based on the amount of flirting he was doing. Olivia was enjoying his attention too, he had a very friendly face and he smiled at her in manner that she could only describe as affectionate. It seemed a little odd for someone she had just met. Or had she? In the back of her mind there was a something too familiar about him. He kept looking at her, returning her gaze like there was a connection there; as if he knew her, or maybe she was just being paranoid. The earlier uncomfortable silence was gone now as the three girls settled in and had a good time. They were laughing and giggling over the dumbest things, and genuinely having fun. With her meal finished and desert on its way, Olivia excused herself to go to the bathroom and carefully placed her napkin back on her seat, as if it had been on her lap the whole time. Stacy excused herself and joined her friend on the way to the bathroom. "Stace, is it just me or do we know that waiter? He keeps looking at me like he knows me" "I know I get the same vibe. You don't suppose we... , you know, "know" him do you?" "I have no idea Stace. Do you have any idea how many guys I've been with since all this began? I can't remember every face, there've been so many," Olivia said as she entered the first stall, Stacy right beside her. "I hear ya. I can't even guess how many guys I've fucked, oops! I mean uh... , been with," Stacy replied, hoping they were alone in the bathroom. "I know. I mean, I don't know exactly, but I have a pretty good idea." "Really, how many are we talking about?" Stacy asked, prepared to be jealous about the number, assuming it was a bigger number than hers. Stacy had kept a running total in the early days when she was trying to out-do her friend, but that was a while ago. She figured two hundred plus was safe guess. "Over five hundred guys, in only like ten or eleven days!" "Wow, and I thought I was the super-slut here. Five hundred? How is that even possible?" "Well, three hundred was within the last few days." "What? How could you have done that many in just a few days?" "Do you remember when we went to that sleazy porn shop and we did all those guys back to back?" "Yeah, that was what, three or four days ago? What about it?" "Well after we got back to my place, remember I left with Reed? Well he took me over to this boy Jake's house and I was his older brother's graduation present, him and all his friends. His dad set it all up." "No kidding? But that doesn't explain how you got to three hundred." "I know, there's more. Jake's brother's friends were only about half the guys I did that night. Jake invited guys over from our school too." "From our school? Holy shit, you mean Jake Lawson from our school? The boy in the grade ahead of us?" "Oh, that's his last name? I didn't know. Anyway, yeah him." "You banged guys from our school? Oh my God, what's going to happen when school starts?" "Don't worry, they wrapped this bandana around my head so you couldn't see my face and Jake swore he wouldn't tell anyone." "Well how did you get him to promise that without the other guys knowing it was you?" "I talked with him in person two days ago when I was on the way over to your place. I threatened him with DeShawn if he talked." "That still doesn't add up to three hundred though," Stacy said as she finished up and flushed the toilet. "Well, between the guys from the porn shop and the party, I figured that was around a hundred." "Ok, where did the other two hundred come from?" Stacy asked. "Well I didn't get a chance to tell you ... You know we should probably get back to the table, we've been in here a while... ," Olivia added as she also finished her business and wiped her pussy dry. Her g-string was soaked through with the fluids from her busy morning. Putting them in her purse seemed like a better option at this point than putting wet panties back on, so she went without and exited her stall. The cool air on her exposed kitty reminded her she was naked under her short skirt and made her feel naughty, something she was very familiar with these days. "No you don't, you can't leave me hanging like this, tell me," Stacy pleaded as she exited the next stall. Olivia saw a look flash across Stacy's face, it was one she'd seen before. It was the same look she wore anytime there was a perceived competition between them with Stacy ending up on the losing end. She was genuinely concerned about the difference of the numbers of guys they'd both been with. "Let's just say that Joey guy, the one who banged Katy, he works for Alfred and it was part of some plan to punish me for not answering Alfred's calls and texts fast enough. Joey had like two hundred guys bang me all night long. They tied me down and let all these guys have a turn at me. I'll explain more later, I don't want my mother worrying about us," Olivia replied. "Fine, but I want all the gory details as soon as possible." "Gory details? Why don't you just watch the video and see it all first-hand." "What? A video! OMG! That's so hot! You're killing me, you know that don't you?" "Stop it, back to our problem at hand, the waiter. What if he's been with us already?" "Do you really think so?" "I'm not sure, he sure looks familiar enough. I'm just worried he might say something in front of mom. I already had to dance around the "dildo in the couch thing" this morning, I'm not sure I could come up with another lie that good on such short notice again!" Olivia whispered as the two girls left the bathroom. "What dildo in the couch? What are you talking about? Your mom found one of your dildos? Oh my God! You hafta tell me!" Stacy giggled in her friend's ear as they returned to their seats. "What's so funny girls?" Lauren asked as the two "much-fuller breasted than she ever remembered" girls returned to the table. "Must be something in the water these days because holy crap they both got bigger in a hurry!" Lauren thought somewhat conspiratorially. "Nothing mother, just girl stuff, you know," Olivia replied. ------- Olivia's lunch with her mother and best friend was the highlight of her day she would come to realize by the time her head hit the pillow that night. Olivia watched from the security of her living room as her mother pulled away from the driveway on her way to work. Funny, she would be on her way to work shortly too she sighed as she heard Stacy texting Alfred that they were ready to be picked up. Half an hour later and several generous hits of coke up their noses, "just to get the wheels turning" Stacy had referred to it as, a very high pair of girls climbed into the big white Escalade they were becoming oh-so-acquainted with. Peels of laughter could be heard emanating from inside the big SUV as Olivia recalled the "dildo in the couch" story to the DeShawn and Stacy as the vehicle pulled away from the curb. And with backpacks stuffed with their sluttiest outfits, two twelve year olds went to go make someone else very rich. "No working late tonight" Olivia had informed Alfred as soon as she and Stacy had arrived; her mother would be home by eleven o'clock and she needed to be home before then. Alfred couldn't complain too badly, they worked cheap and made him a small fortune each time they worked. Although he offered them cash, they both wanted his cocaine, as cut up as it was. They were kids, they'd never know the difference between the shit he gave them and the good stuff he kept for himself. They got high regardless and worked like dogs. The sex was still fun for them, it hadn't progressed downwards yet, but it would, in time. It was a dangerous game he played, but then again, that's why he had so much cash stashed off-shore where it could be accessed in the event he needed to flee. Alfred Haynes was no dummy, he knew how to work the street, knew how to manipulate those he could in order to get what he wanted out of life. Take chances now and if you pull through it with your cash and your life intact, it was all worth it in the end. Alfred smiled from ear to ear as he watched his two little whores working the floor. There was no need to have them wasting time on stage, "work the floor" he told them, and they did. Within minutes both girls were leading a guy back towards his VIP area. "Damn, those girls are going to wear a path through my carpet with as many guys they'll have going back there before I'm done with them. Work them as long as I can, throw them out to work the street when they get too strung out. Then gotta work on the next batch of whores I can find." Alfred already had his sights set on Stacy's sister Katy as his next addition to his crew. DeShawn had called him earlier to tell him that the little freak Katy had an old and kinky boyfriend that had instructed the young teen to fuck DeShawn, no questions asked. He already knew something of the minx from what Joey had reported to him the day prior, now his best employee had sampled her wares and found her quite the little sex pot. "These bitches are gonna make me very rich," Alfred chuckled as he watched the doors close to his VIP area behind the blonde and the brunette with their latest victims. ------- Katy Bennett was worn out, it had been a tiring day and it was far from over. Roger showing up on her doorstep this morning had been a shock, he usually texted her when he was waiting down on the curb, today he just showed up at the door. It was no problem, her mom and dad were gone and her gramma was busy with some of her ancient friends, and Stacy never came home the night before, so she had the house all to herself and could have him in with no worries. That was until Olivia scared her half to death by ripping open the shower curtain and screaming "gotcha" at her while she was impaled on Roger's big dick. Apparently Roger loved the thrill, especially since it was Stacy's hot friend Olivia who'd caught them. Katy had always been a competitor at everything she tried, especially at sports. She'd never had a boyfriend before and had never felt a competitive streak when it came to boys, so when Roger seemed to take a liking to Olivia, she felt her first pang of jealousy. She was a little uncomfortable when Roger ordered her to suck him off while he watched Olivia getting pounded by Stacy's big black friend. His hard-on was obviously more because of Olivia's presence and not hers. He was using her mouth to get off while he fantasized about Olivia. The part that ticked her off about the whole Olivia moment was when he pulled out of her mouth while she was sucking on his dick, and offered his spunk to Olivia instead of her. Truth be told, Katy didn't have the taste for sperm that obviously Olivia had, as she welcomed his creamy goo down her gullet without spilling any of it. Katy didn't want it really, but he didn't give her a chance to want it either. Roger had been staring a hole in Olivia ever since he laid eyes on her getting fucked by the big black guy. He surely wanted to fuck Olivia, who wouldn't? She was perfect in just about every way thought Katy, and Olivia being the total slut that she was, likely would have let him fuck her too. The only thing stopping her was her mom standing down in the living room. Katy's second biggest surprise of the day came when Roger made hery suck DeShawn's dick clean and then told her she had to have sex with him afterwards. DeShawn didn't say "no", but he did want privacy and told Roger to leave, which he surprisingly did. "Lord that man can fuck," Katy thought as she reflected back. DeShawn had managed to get his cock back to attention two more times after fucking Olivia and made the most of his opportunity with her. After fucking Roger and then DeShawn for what seemed like hours that morning, the last thing she wanted to do was to spend the rest of the afternoon with Steve in his basement fucking, which she did. Poor Steve, he was so nice and treated her so well. He was the perfect boyfriend, except for the fact that he was too nice. Roger was demanding and domineering. He fucked her hard and often and didn't show a lot of concern for her pleasure. He wasn't good looking or in particularly good shape either. He had a beer gut and a flabby ass, but he had a big thick cock that was always hard and she knew he took great pleasure from her body, and it turned her on. So here she was, getting her pussy reamed out by her boyfriend in his basement, telling him all the things he wanted to hear as she took his manhood over and over again. He did have staying power she thought, but after the morning workout she'd had, staying power was the least enviable trait she was looking for at the moment. Reflecting back, Katy let DeShawn's parting words filter back through her mind, "You should come work for my boss, a hot little thing like you could make a killing". "Steve, I want to ask you something," Katy spoke as Steve humped away into her pussy. "Yeah, what Kate?" Steve replied as he slowed his pumping action and looked down at his girlfriend. To use the term "girlfriend" with Katy was pushing the limits. She was his full-time fuck-meat who had on two occasions, fucked other guys, yesterday being the second (that he was aware of). He couldn't be upset about it, after all he had helped create her, so to speak. "Stacy asked me if I wanted to come and work with her at Alfred's strip bar. I was wondering what you thought about it?" "You want to work there?" "I'm not sure. It looked like Stacy was having a lot of fun dancing up on that stage. I know I'd do a much better job than she did." "You know that the job isn't just about dancing right? If you worked there, you'd have to fuck guys for money too. You know that don't you?" "Yeah... , oh I don't know. Stacy made it sound like fun and I'm worried I might be missing out on something fun." "Missing out on what?" "I don't know, whatever it is that seems to make Stacy enjoy it so much. You should have seen her up there, she was... , so... , so... , alive." "Well I won't stop you. But if you do decide to try it, make sure you're careful." "Really? You'd let me?" Katy replied with a big smile on her face. "Sure, but like I said, be careful." "Oh, I'll be careful. I'm already on the pill and I'd make all the guys wear condoms even though Stacy and Olivia don't. Are you really sure it's ok?" Katy asked again with the same big smile plastered across her face. "It's up to you. I won't say I'm happy about it, but it's your life and you have to live it. I'll be here for you and I'll be your boyfriend for as long as you want. I don't mind sharing as long as you remember who your main guy is," Steve answered as he saw Katy's face light up with the news. "Hmm, who is my main guy anymore?" Katy wondered. Steve was she supposed, although Roger was the one who pushed her buttons these days, although "oooffff", Steve could still hit all the spots too Katy thought as she felt Steve push into her pussy as deeply as he could. "Just remember guys pay extra to go bareback and Alfred doesn't take "no" for an answer so you'll be taking a lot of cock with no jacket," Steve replied. "That's ok, I'm used to it. You're number three today!" Katy thought as she nodded to her boyfriend. Secretly she was excited by the whole prospect. Katy liked the variety of Roger and Steve being her main sex partners, but fucking around with the guys from Phil's party the other day was a ton of fun, and was the impetus for her interest in the strip club. Whether it was the hormone pills she was taking, or the sluttiness that seemed to run in her family, Katy Bennett wanted to experiment with her body and Alfred's club seemed like the easiest way to do that. She wouldn't need to find anybody to fool around with, they'd come find her. ------- Olivia was tired and a little sore, she thought she'd fully recovered from her "dorm" experience, but a couple dozen cocks later she found her twat wasn't quite back to normal yet. Her muscles ached too, which added nicely to the overall discomfort she was feeling. To top it all off, Alfred changed the rules for the VIP room after he saw how busy the girls were getting. After the first hour, the girls didn't need to work the floor anymore, the guys were lining up for them. Alfred was charging three hundred dollars for sex with the girls, and giving the guys fifteen minutes to get the job done. Ever the businessman, he realized he could generate more income if the guys had a reason to hurry. Changing the deal to one hundred dollars for every five minute interval seemed like a good idea, and was, increasing their average from three or four guys an hour to five or six. Of course there were the cheap fuckers that were in and out within their five minute allotment, but they were typically offset by their richer counterparts who wanted to spend some quality time with the girls. Olivia had enjoyed herself all night long, mostly because Alfred had let her snort down some of his "good stuff" and it had made the assembly line of dicks exceptionally pleasurable. That was until Mr. Fletcher walked through the doorway. He was her school principal and he was just as creepy tonight as the first time he'd fucked her. He paid for twenty minutes and used up every last second, fucking her in all her holes and making her masturbate and pinch her clit as he gave her the "Golden Shower". It was infuriating that she orgasmed while Fletcher was pissing down her throat, of course most of it was due to her own self-stimulation, the rest of it was due to the degradation the act provided. He yelled at her to pinch her clit, which she did, and then he kept barking at her - "Harder! Harder! Harder!" It hurt, but she complied, pinching her sensitive clitty so hard she could feel the blood rush out of her swollen nub. The orgasm it produced was amazing and both she and Fletcher knew it. The smug look on his face was proof enough. Olivia watched the clock knowing she couldn't just lie there all night and get her pussy pounded, as enjoyable as it was. He mother would be home on time and she needed to be there well before so she could get cleaned up and presentable. Patting her last guy of the night on the ass, his cock still twitching as his potent seed finished spurting into her chamber, Olivia said "Alright sport, time to go!" Climbing up off her sweaty and tired body, her last customer dressed and threw her a twenty as a tip. "Thanks doll, when you working next?" "Tomorrow night I think," Olivia responded while looking up at the man. His face looked just like every other guy she'd fucked. He could be her mailman, or her gym teacher, or any other random guy she might run into. They all started looking the same after a while. A cock that wanted to find its way into her pussy and the hairy out-of-shape body that went with it. Every once in a while a hot guy would come along, but most of them were just regular old guys that could be her dad for all she knew. "What if?" she wondered. Olivia had never met her dad, he split before she was born. For all she knew, she might have already fucked him. "Ewww gross," she thought as she wiped the leaking cum from her pussy lips. It was ten o'clock and time to get ready to go home. She'd given Alfred nearly eight hours of service and in return had taken on over thirty dicks for the man. Her payment was two baggies of white powder, one smaller than the other. "The bigger of the two is the regular stuff, the smaller bag is the good stuff you had tonight. I can't give you any cash if I give you both of those," Alfred had said. That was ok, she really didn't need the cash, she had her tips plus she still had plenty left from her previous jobs. What she was low on and what she found she needed more, was the cocaine. It kept the sex with all these strangers fun and exciting, and if she was going to be working as much as it seemed, she'd need a steady supply of the stuff. DeShawn had given her a ride home and thankfully he didn't ask to come in this time. The last thing Olivia needed at the moment was more sperm packed into her pussy. She'd been leaking a steady stream of it from her crotch all the way home and fortunately DeShawn had a stack of fast-food napkins in his glove box that she used to pack under her pussy, otherwise she would have dripped all over his seat. Closing her front door as DeShawn drove away, symbolically put an end to her day as both she and her pussy were closed for business. A hot bath was calling and so was her pillow. Olivia wanted to stay up and wait for her mom, but she was just too tired and settled into bed, her freshly washed blonde hair spread out on her pillow as she reflected on the day's events. She felt so snuggly lying there wearing her most comfortable pj's as the soft flannel material comforted her over-worked flesh. It seemed every square inch of her flesh had been handled by strange male hands at some point of the evening and these pj's felt so nice on her soft skin. Ironically she was wearing more clothes to bed than she'd worn all day long. Thinking of all those cocks she'd fucked tonight, Olivia remembered that she needed to update her "cock-log" with tonight's total. There was no way of knowing if all those were "new" cocks or if they were "repeat" cocks. Well, at least one of them was, her principal, that gross Mr. Fletcher. "I'm going to have to fuck him regularly once school starts again, I just know it." There was no misconception about that fact Olivia realized, she was going down a path that had no ending. Her world of sex wasn't contracting, it was expanding, and where it would end was anybody's guess. Her cock total would get out of hand and she knew it. She was already somewhere around five hundred-and-fifty cocks and she was only two weeks into her summer break. "What's going to happen when school starts again? I can't be working at Alfred's strip club on school nights, I'm going to have too much homework to do," Olivia thought as she felt her eyelids getting heavy. Your feedback is very important, please take the time to let me know what you think. ------- Chapter 20 Olivia found Saturday to be a repeat performance of Friday with the exception of Reed calling the moment he saw her mother pull out of the driveway. "Hey Liv, where's your mom going and how long is she going to be gone for?" "I don't know, she said something about going over to a friend's house and that she'd be back around lunchtime." "What friend?" "I don't know, I didn't ask," replied Olivia as she sat on her bed relaxing in her pj's. It was the longest she'd gone wearing clothes in quite a while. "Never mind, come on over in twenty minutes." Not knowing what to expect, Olivia dressed conservatively throwing on a pair of bikini underwear under a pair of shorts. One of the few 34DD bras she owned wrapped up her large breasts over which she added a tank top; put her hair in a pony-tail, added some makeup and headed on over. Sure enough, Reed had another "friend" over, and by the time she headed back home an hour and a half later, two more "friends" had shown up to partake in the fun. Her soggy panties and tingling pussy gave evidence to the amount of exercise she'd gone through over there. "This wasn't part of the deal," Olivia thought as she stripped off her shorts and sopping underwear. "Mom is going to be home any minute and I smell like a sperm bank," she thought as she marched into the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her body. They'd filled her up with their sperm and even tried getting their cocks into her womb again. Thankfully none of them were as long as Reed and couldn't quite push past the opening. They sure were trying hard though as they all slammed in as deeply as they could. Reed had her lie on her back with her knees up around her head while the guys fucked her. It was the easiest way of going really deep into her pussy; she knew it and so did they. For an hour and a half, she felt curly pubes mashed up against her shaven pussy as each guy slammed home trying to get past her cervix. Including Reed, she took eight loads of cum into her pussy and was made to lie on her back the whole time. Reed was the only one who could get all the way in and push through her opening, burying his tool deep and depositing his seed within her precious womb. Now here was she was with a pussy and womb full of cum and very little time to get cleaned up. Grabbing a water bottle from the pantry, Olivia threw it in the microwave and warmed it up. "It worked when Joey did it, might as well try it myself," Olivia thought as she marched back into the bathroom and lay down in the tub. Putting the mouth of the bottle up against her vagina, Olivia pushed it inside and squeezed the contents inside. Two more rinses later and she felt clean, finally. ------- Lauren was flying, she was about to be late if she hit any more red lights. She was on her fourth guy from the website and was feeling less and less guilty about slutting around with each successive guy. Deep down she knew she should stop, there was no need to keep jumping in the sack with these young guys. What she needed to was to find a guy she could devote all her newfound sexual hunger to, somebody who would be able to keep up with her too. "Somebody of a respectable age with whom I can be seen and go out on dates with," she thought. Somebody she could tell Olivia about without feeling guilty. A quick visit with her daughter over lunch and Lauren felt rejuvenated as she headed off to work. It wasn't as long of a visit as she would have liked, but her latest guy took way too long to cum into his condom as he pounded her slick pussy. It had been a very fun four days but the responsible adult in her was suggesting that she'd sown all the oats she needed to with the younger generation. "It was fun, but maybe it's time to find someone from my own age group," Lauren thought as she pulled into the parking lot at work. ------- DeShawn picked Olivia up with Stacy already in tow as they headed for the club. It would be another busy night and another night high as a kite on Alfred's high grade coke. It sure made time fly and the cocks on the paying customers seem much more enjoyable than they really were. Eight hours later and Olivia had put in her second straight day under the new agreement. "Funny how Stacy or me didn't get to decide what we wanted out of this agreement," Olivia thought as she collected her "payment" for the night. Just one baggy this time Alfred told her saying that she had snorted up more of his good stuff while she was working than she did the day before and this was all she was entitled to. It was another thirty-plus dick night for both girls as Olivia sat in the back seat of DeShawn's SUV with Stacy up front. They were laughing and giggling, most likely from the effects of the good cocaine than anything funny that had actually been said. She was laughing on the outside and feeling pretty good on the inside too. It was easy at times like this to pretend the world was all just fun and games. You could forget about the fact that she was a twelve year old prostitute that had "serviced" nearly six hundred guys in two week's time. Ridiculous numbers by anyone's standards, and she was just getting started. ------- Sunday was church day and it was Olivia's first time back to church since she'd fucked Mr. Mathews and the other guys in the back room when she was still on the hormone pills. "Man those pills made me horny. I can't believe I fucked five guys in a church!" Olivia spotted a couple of the guys she'd fucked; it was Elliott and Big Lou, and they certainly remembered her, winking at her as she walked by. Olivia giggled as she recalled her mother scolding her the last time they were here and she caught the guys winking at her. Today however, she was here without her "Shocker" bra and without her vibrating egg stuffed in her pussy. "There certainly isn't going to be a repeat performance in the back room for sex with the guys," Olivia thought as she was getting more than her share of sex these days. She didn't "need" a quickie today like she did the last time she was there. Olivia did however sneak out of the service to say "Hi" to the boys and found them on their way to the maintenance room. She promised them another hook-up once she got time. Doubting her sincerity, they didn't want to let her go without some form of "down-payment" on her promise. Olivia let Big Lou finger-fuck her pussy a little under her dress just to prove she was serious about it and of course one thing led to another and before she knew it she was in a supply closet with Big Lou's enormous cock stuffed in her pussy. Her nice peach colored sun dress was hiked up to her boobs while Big Lou bent her over from behind. His big black cock was sluicing in and out of her bald pussy while Elliott fisted his cock waiting for his turn. Olivia grunted as she felt Lou's big cock splitting her open. "Christ, he might even be bigger than DeShawn," Olivia thought as she felt the veiny shaft sliding in and out of her well-seasoned twat. Olivia was worried about being gone too long and offered to suck Elliott off while Lou pounded her with his big cock. The man was clearly disappointed with just a blow-job, but it would have to suffice as Lou got first pick, mostly due to his extremely large build. He was three hundred pounds easy and had the "equipment" to match his proportions. A quick wipe with a spare mop head and Olivia pulled her panties back up into place and straightened her dress. How it stayed clean and unwrinkled she didn't know as she thanked the guys for the quick fun and promised to give them a real date soon, and then left the closet. Olivia slid back into the pew next to her mother a very satisfied girl. She'd been feeling badly about not responding back to those guys and was happy to meet up with them, although she hadn't planned on getting another pounding just yet. It was fun, for a change. It was nice when she could have sex for fun without it being a job again. Olivia tried, but could not remove the smile from her face as she thought about her closet quickie with Lou and Elliott. It was the daring carefree fun that her last few days had been lacking. It was adventurous; the club was too routine, too much of an assembly line of dicks. Olivia thought she and Stacy would have to put a little fun back into their sex lives, off-set the dull with the thrilling. The rest of the day was uneventful, the girls went to the grocery store and stocked up on the essentials and headed home. Olivia tidied up her room and made sure all her clothes that might have had residual semen on them were washed and dried and put away. She even helped her mom clean the rest of the house and giggled as she thought about the dildo she'd left in the couch. Olivia had brought the dildo home with her after lunch in her purse and stashed it away in her box of goodies. "A girl can't live without her favorite dildo!" she thought. Olivia enjoyed the time she got to spend with her mother and was sad when her mom packed up and left for work. Watching her drive away, Olivia gave careful thought as to what she'd do this evening. "Maybe I should call up one of my other friends and have a normal evening. One that doesn't revolve around boys or sex, or gross old men and sex," Olivia thought as she wandered back to her room. Sitting down at her computer, Olivia updated her dick-log: Day 8 – Not much to report. I was really sore from the orgy at the dorm. Just banged Reed and his friend Bob. Bob's cum is really disgusting. I don't know what he eats, but yuck! Total to date, somewhere around 545. Day 9 – Went over to Stacy's to return her "Mom's" dildo, yeah right! It's mine beotch! Anyway, found Katy fucking some old guy with a big dick in the shower. DeShawn brought Stacy home then he fucked me while we waited for mom. Bastard came in me while mom was downstairs, on purpose! Worked Alfred's that night, ring up 34 more plus... , I guess Roger counts since I drank his sperm, and I mean drank! That man has a hose when he shoots. No shit, like two mouthfuls! Total cocks so far: 580. Day 10 – Reed fucked me along with three "friends" in the morning. Worked the club again. The bouncers said I fucked 38 guys in the VIP room. That brings me up to 621. Wow, one thousand here I cum! Day 11 – Went to church with mom and I fucked Big Lou again (gigantic cock, maybe bigger than DeShawn's!) and sucked off Elliott. He was mad I only blew him, but I'll make up for it later. They aren't new so I guess I'm stuck at 621 until Tuesday since I don't have any plans tonight and mom's off tomorrow and it'll be a girl's day again. Signing off. A short while later, Reed called to see if Olivia was busy. "I thought I was supposed to have Sundays off?" she replied hoping she'd be able to spend the night either with a friend, or a "friend" from her stash of toys. "I still have to make up for the two nights in a row you stiffed me. I need you, can you be over in ten minutes?" Reed asked. "Alright, see you then," Olivia replied as she hung up the phone and prepared to get fucked all night long, again. Several hours later Reed came to the door of the hotel room he'd dumped her in. There had been a procession of guys through the door over the course of the five hours she'd been there. Thankfully there had only been seven guys for her to service and they'd all just wanted regular sex, no golden showers, nothing too crazy. Although one guy wanted her to lick his asshole, which she didn't mind doing, at least it was clean. He even returned the favor which nobody had ever done to her before. It was pretty nice really, especially since she'd rubbed her clitty pretty hard while he was doing it, giving herself a really nice cum from it all. Olivia was quiet during the ride home, the sex was fun and the guys were pretty decent, but she hadn't brought her coke and the high would have made the evening much more enjoyable. To top it all off, she was getting tired of leaking cum from her pussy every time she got into a car. Just once she'd like to make it through the day without a crotch-full of cum. She was running out of underwear from all the crusty filth that kept getting dumped into them! She was a human cum-bucket and if it weren't for all the orgasms she had, Olivia would have wondered if it was all worth it? Monday was Olivia's mother's day off and gave the girls time to just hang out together. It was a day full of girl stuff – shopping for clothes at the mall and taking in a movie. Olivia was deathly afraid at the mall as they walked around; she was sure she'd run into some guy she'd fucked and have him say something in front of her mother that would bust her. Not surprisingly she saw the mall manager, (Fred, I think?) and he politely smiled at Olivia and her mother. Nothing out of the ordinary thankfully as Olivia watched him walk away. "Ewww, I fucked him? He looks so old and... , broken," Olivia thought. Of course that was with clothes on, he had that Cialis cock that kept getting hard. "If I remember right, I think he fucked me three times!" she recalled. It was nice to have a day off from fucking, but at the same time, it was such a part of her routine that she missed it, especially the coke hits she was combining with her sex. Olivia was happy when her mom offered to buy her some new outfits and led her mother to some of her favorite stores, including the same ones she'd been shopping at when she was spending her "whore" money. Of course she picked out mostly conservative outfits but did manage to convince her mother to let her pick out a rather short denim skirt and a halter top. Lauren even offered to take Olivia back to Victoria Secrets to get some bigger bras as the ones she got recently could not have fit comfortably anymore, not with her recent growth. Olivia was relieved when her mother made the offer and didn't even ask what the new size was she'd picked out. Her only comment was that she grew up pretty quickly herself and understood the changes she was going through. "Yeah mom, you didn't have your doctor secretly giving you hormone pills to make your boobs grow and your sex-drive go nuts!" Olivia thought as she picked up her shopping bag with new 34DD bras inside. The rest of the day was rather uneventful as the girls went out for dinner and then caught a movie afterwards. They saw the new Leo DiCaprio movie and it was entertaining, although Olivia was finding it hard to concentrate. Her body was used to the combined physiological inputs of a hard regimen of sex and drugs and this extended absence wasn't sitting well with her nervous system. Her growing dependence on the coke was taking its toll as her desire to get high was interfering with her simple enjoyment of the movie in front of her. Olivia was excited as the movie ended, it meant she would be going home and could get a fix. "Do you want to do anything else honey? The night is still young." "Nah, I'm kinda tired mom, how about we just go home?" Olivia asked, her pulse quickening in anticipation of getting high. "Ok, I thought maybe you'd want to go to the Cheesecake Factory and get some desert or something," Lauren offered. She was having such a good time with her daughter and she didn't want the night to end this early. It was fun that was long overdue between the two of them. With her rigorous work schedule, Lauren just didn't have much time to spend with her maturing daughter. It was something she'd have to change. Olivia practically ran inside as the two returned home. While her mother was turning on the TV and relaxing on the couch, Olivia hurried into her room and closed the door. Going for the good stuff, Olivia snorted down a small amount, just to take the edge off. She didn't want to get too fucked up in front of her mother. Olivia, with her fix in place, settled in and watched a few episodes of whatever happened to tickle her mother's fancy on the TV. Feigning sleepiness, Olivia informed her mother she was going to bed and said goodnight. In reality she was going to bed, but with her favorite vibrator. The coke had made her horny a she'd gone the entire day without an orgasm. The first time she'd done that in a very long time. It was a nice orgasm, but not the earth-shattering kind, she'd need a cock in her pussy in order to be able to achieve one of those. Olivia was actually looking forward to tomorrow so she could get her cock-fix as well as another coke-fix. Tomorrow was an Alfred day and that meant she'd likely end up at the club getting fucked silly again. It was funny, just yesterday she was complaining that she was tired of coming home with her panties full of cum and now here she was looking forward to it. It was a strange world she lived in these days. ------- Tuesday started just like any other day, hanging out at the house with her mother, lounging around the pool. Olivia saw the look on her mother's face when she saw her newly developed body with her new big boobs. "I guess you needed those new bras after all!" Lauren remarked. "Mom, they aren't that big. I'm still not as big as you," Olivia replied. "They're pretty damn close," Lauren thought as she stared at the two huge lumps of flesh sprouting from her daughter's chest. Olivia had been very careful in choosing her suit, she wanted one that would hide the little lumps her piercings produced and hopefully one that would minimize the true size of her new tits. As she lay there by the pool, one thought kept going through her mind, she couldn't wait to get to the club and get started. The text message from Alfred confirmed tonight's plan for working at the club and Olivia made sure she replied back as quickly as possible. She didn't need a repeat performance at the dorm, at least not right away. Olivia wanted to make sure she had time to do it right tonight and asked her mom if she could sleep over at Stacy's again. "Are you sure you need to do that again so soon honey? Didn't you just sleep over there a few days ago?" "Yeah, but on nights when you're working, I get bored and that way I can hang out with Stacy and go to bed without being in an empty house." "Are you worried about that honey? Going to bed all alone?" "Worried? No not worried, but Stacy and I have so much fun that I just like sleeping over with her." "Ok, maybe you guys could sleep over here once in a while too?" "Sure mom, maybe on the weekend," Olivia replied as she rolled over onto her front so she could catch some rays on her back. ------- Olivia couldn't text Alfred fast enough to ask for a ride, as she watched her mother back out down the driveway. "It was amazing what one day off from sex could do for a girl," Olivia reflected as she watched yet another guy climb between her spread legs and line up his cock with her sopping pussy. It was closing in on midnight and she'd been going at it for nearly ten hours and she was still going strong. Alfred hadn't asked her to work late, Olivia had offered. She surprised even herself at how horny she was today given just one day off from sex. That and Alfred's high grade coke had seriously influenced her horniness taking her back to the levels of her hormone pill days. Tuesdays weren't normally all that busy at the club and Olivia had to work extra hard to get even a steady flow of guys coming to the VIP area. By the time they closed the doors at two in the morning, Olivia had straddled forty-four guys and felt fantastic, especially since Alfred gave her a nice-sized baggy of the good stuff as payment for services rendered. She even enjoyed fucking Mr. Fletcher again although his time for whatever reason he decided not to pee down her throat, which seemed like a genuine act of kindness on his part. DeShawn offered to drive the girls home and dropped them off at Stacy's house. The girls snuck in quietly and crashed in Stacy's bed together and ended another day just like any other in the life of a tweenage whore. Wednesday and Thursday were Reed days and Olivia found herself fixed up with many of the same guys he'd set her up with before, including Bob with his nasty tasting cum, and for a nice treat Jake's dad with his big cock. He was a stud and Olivia really enjoyed fucking him and he obviously enjoyed fucking her too as he mentioned he had a big event planned for her. Reed made sure he got the first and last fuck of the night both days and of course he insisted in jamming his cock as far in as he could and fertilized her with his potent seed. The following two days Olivia and Stacy worked Alfred's club again and pounded back an endless stream of men and coke. It was a vicious cycle that started to control every aspect of Olivia's life as the days stretched on. Olivia's cock-log became a thing that urban legends were born from. By Day 14, she hit 700 guys, by Day 19 it was 800. Finally hitting cock number 1000 by Day 26. Of course she had no way of knowing how many of those were repeat business. The faces blended together after a while; sure there were regulars whom she recognized, but telling one guy from the next was beginning to blur together. Her coke dependence was worsening and Stacy was spending more and more nights after the strip bar at DeShawn's place with his buddy that brought the H. Olivia watched Stacy getting the needle pushed into her arm and the clear solution exit out of the syringe. The resulting high looked immediate and exquisite, but Olivia was too terrified to try it. She was a coke-whore and liked her drug, Stacy could have her heroin, Olivia didn't want it. Somewhere around Day 30, a event occurred that would forever change Olivia's life. A line she'd never crossed was broken and would result in her experiencing a level of degradation she'd never expected. True to his word, Jake's dad hosted a party just like he'd promised. Olivia was the main attraction and she found herself back at Jake's house with a small number of men, Jake and his brother. Reed watched with amusement as they put in the middle of the living room floor, a solid looking workout bench. Olivia allowed the men to strip her down and lay her back on the bench. They took ropes and tied her hands together under the bench, her perfect breasts perched high on her chest, the diamond and gold studs capping her small pink nipples. Olivia felt at ease, she was used to being naked in front of a room-full of men. She'd taken the time to snort back a large quantity of coke in the bathroom before the party got started and she felt amazing. Her pussy was primed and ready to go with her lubrication seeping out from between her legs, eager to welcome the first intruder of the evening. Olivia looked down between her breasts as she spied two of the men discussing what to do with her legs. They each grabbed a leg and pulled it up and back towards her head. There were supports above her head that she presumed would hold the weight bar. Taking more ropes the guys tied each foot to one of the supports. It left her thighs almost parallel to her chest and gave her ass and pussy easy access. It also made it harder to see what was going on too. Without ceremony, Olivia felt the first cock slide up against her slit and push inwards. It had to have been either Reed or Jake's dad because it was big and filled her up completely. It was the beginning of a long night as Olivia felt cock after cock fill her ass and pussy. Eventually she felt the ropes untied and the guys reposition her on the bench on her front, which was uncomfortable because of her big tits. They retied her hands again and this time, tied her feet to the legs of the bench with her ass hanging off the end. Jake's dad offered her a drink at this point and Olivia gladly accepted. It was definitely alcoholic as she could feel the burn as it went down her throat. The fucking resumed as Olivia felt her ass violated once again. Time stood still as Olivia lost count of how many times she was fucked. She felt tired and closed her eyes as somebody behind her continued fucking into her pussy. "Wakey wakey sugar, time for the main event." Somebody was shaking her back to the land of the living. "Wake up Olivia, we have a treat for you." Olivia was fucked up, she wasn't high, at least she wasn't high on coke anymore, this was something else and everything around her looked fuzzy. She heard laughter all around her but couldn't figure out what was so funny. Out of nowhere came something warm and raspy sliding up against her pussy. It felt like a tongue and it felt divine. The licking continued and Olivia was in heaven. Her brain was only partially comprehending what was going on. Somebody was eating her out while she was strapped down. But who would eat her messy pussy out? She couldn't recall anyone cleaning her up back there and she had God-knew how many cum shots deposited into her pussy. The tonguing stopped and Olivia was disappointed, the feeling had been exceptional. A large warm fuzzy blanket had just been thrown onto her back as she lay there, only this blanket was heavy, and something warm and sticky was poking her in the ass. Without warning a hot slippery cock thrust into her cunt and suddenly things started to clear up. The fog was lifting and suddenly Olivia understood what was going on, she was being fucked, and it wasn't by a guy in a gorilla costume. Jake's dad was letting his dog fuck her pussy, and everyone was cheering him on. It was the darkest act she'd ever performed. It outshone even her most degrading acts to date by a mile. The cock was hot, much hotter than a man's cock and he was thrusting at a pace she'd never experienced before. It was lightning fast it was a good size too. The dog's nails kept scratching at her sides as he attempted to get his slimy cock in as deeply as possible. That was when she felt it, a big lump was forming against her pussy lips and the dog was humping as hard as he could to get it inside. Thanks to the thousand-plus cocks that had split her pussy lips apart over the last month, the large knot easily slipped inside. Olivia could feel the mass of cock muscle swell even larger as the dog continued to hump away. The whole thing lasted no more than five minutes, but it was five minutes she'd never forget. The big knot felt exceptionally large inside her stretched out vagina and the humping action was pressing the knot up against a very sensitive area inside her. It was stimulating her towards an orgasm and that was the last thing she wanted to do, cum in front of all these guys thanks to a dog's cock. Knowing that somewhere in that crowd Jake was watching her getting fucked by a mongrel, was humiliating. At some point during the act, somebody had reached under the bench and had started manipulating her clit and before long, Olivia found herself having a massive orgasm on the doggy's cock. It was amazing and vile at the same time. It took a while after the dog had cum in her pussy before he could begin to pull his cock out. The dog was getting impatient at being attached by the cock to this human and kept trying to pull his orange sized knot out and every tug and wiggle rubbed its bumpy mass up against that spot inside her pussy walls. Olivia thought somewhere along the way she'd heard somebody call it her G-spot. Whatever it was, it was sending shocks up her spine with every movement the dog made. Olivia could feel the hot wetness dammed up inside her vagina, plugged up by the dog's knot. Inside her were the soupy deposits of so many men along with the dog's own watery semen giving her a genetic mixing pot of slime. Olivia could feel the dog trying to pull his bulge out from her pussy, it felt like he was trying to disembowel her with his cock. She was sure her vagina was going to be pulled inside out with the pressure she felt inside. It felt like she was trying to pass a bowling ball out of her pussy as she felt the knot finally let go and vacate her precious hole. One of the guys had a glass ready to catch all the doggy sperm along with whatever man-sperm was still inside, as it leaked out from her now vacuous twat. It wasn't much, no more than an ounce or two, but there it was and there was no mistaking what their intention with it was. Olivia found her hands and feet freed from the bindings as hands gently sat her upright on the bench. Looking up Olivia saw Reed holding a glass in front of her face and in it was the cum from her pussy. Behind him stood somebody she didn't recognize holding a video camera. "Great, capture my most embarrassing experience for posterity," Olivia thought. Taking the glass, Olivia knew what she needed to do and tipped the glass back tasting the watery cum. It didn't have much taste at all, just a little salty. Olivia saw the dog for the first time, it was a big Mastiff with a huge slobbery head and a thick angry looking cock hanging from under his belly. The bulge was still prominent and looked about the size of an orange. It was an impressive looking tool and one that held her focus. "Get under and suck on it," Reed said. "Reed, I can't do that in front of all these guys," Olivia protested. "Nonsense, get under there. You already fucked it, just get under there and clean him up," he replied. Olivia thought she could stoop no lower as she got down on her hands and knees and looked the purple cock in the eye. Grasping hold of it, Olivia brought it to her mouth and opened up. It felt just like any other cock, only this one was shaped much differently. It tasted like her own juices and not much else, so she didn't mind it at all. Every now and again little squirts of clear fluid jetted from the pointy tip and landed on her tongue. It had almost no taste and just added to the lubrication for the blow job. The cock stayed relatively hard as she sucked on it and Olivia found it wasn't a terrible experience. "I wonder if I'd actually enjoy this it weren't in front of an audience." Olivia thought. "Here's the other boy, why don't you suck him hard and fuck him too." Olivia heard it but didn't process it until she felt the cold nose up against her crotch. There was another dog she suddenly realized. They meant for her to fuck both dogs tonight! Looking at the beast, he was nearly identical to the first, only bigger. Jake's dad moved the dog over so Olivia could gain access under his immense body. It was easily the biggest dog she'd ever seen. "Big one huh? Nearly two hundred pounds. I think you'll enjoy him." Olivia looked up, Jake's dad seemed very proud of his dogs as he motioned for her to get under and get acquainted with the dog's appendage. Olivia crawled under the animal and tentatively grabbed onto his cock, it wasn't hard like the other ones' and it was still inside its furry sheath. Rubbing up and down on the cock, Olivia felt it start to grow. "I guess all males are the same, a pretty girl rubs their cock and it gets hard," she thought. The pink tip started poking out of the sheath and Olivia latched onto it with her mouth, sucking the exposed flesh inside her warm mouth. Quickly the dog's cock grew and before long Olivia had the thing at full size. It was quite impressive, even compared to a man's. Olivia was really getting into her oral manipulation of the canine cock when the dog started humping his hips at her face. The knot was growing and was getting closer and closer to her face as he pounded his cock deeper into her mouth. It was long enough to deep throat, but she was worried about getting her lips bashed-in by the knot and the dog's frantic humping action. "Fuck the cock. Fuck the cock. Fuck the cock..." Olivia heard the chanting and knew the guys wanted another show, and she was to be the show. They wanted her to fuck the dog and she didn't see any way of getting out of it since she'd already taken on the other one, even orgasming on him. Turning around on her hands and knees, Olivia offered her back end to the dog and waited for the inevitable. She felt the dog's nose on her pussy lips and the chilly wetness brought on an involuntary shudder which she felt pass through from one end of her body to the other. She was facing the crowd of men and couldn't bring herself to look up, knowing they'd all be staring at her face. She just knew Jake was there watching her, watching her reach the lowest level a human could possibly sink to. Olivia assumed the guys were getting impatient waiting for the dog to mount her as she saw sets of feet suddenly straddle her kneeling position. Looking up Olivia saw Reed and another man hoist up the big dog and drop him onto her back. He was immensely large and outweighed her by almost her entire body weight. If not for his considerable height, he would have crushed her to the floor; as it was she couldn't support him and Olivia felt her arms give out and her upper torso sink to the floor. Just her hips remained upright which gave the dog a perfect target for his humping cock which quickly found its mark after only a few thrusts. It was hot and it was hard, and surprisingly large as Olivia felt it slide home into her tingling pussy. As embarrassing as this situation was, this beast's cock felt fucking great she thought as she felt him start jack-hammering into her cunt. He was sinking in deep and fast as the canine battered away at her sex. Olivia felt the knot trying to force its way inside and with the force he was pushing with, it would be inside soon she realized. A dozen more thrusts in lightning-quick fashion and Olivia felt the mass force its way past her opening. It was such an amazing stretch inside and it rubbed her just the right way. She could feel the knot continue to swell as her vagina stretched to accommodate it and every thrust continued forcing the knot up against her inside where her g-spot was. She was going to cum just from the way the knot was rubbing up against her spot as the dog continued his assault. Olivia reached under her inverted torso and found her clit with her free hand and rubbed vigorously. The ball seemed to grow impossibly big as the sparks continued shooting out from her loins. The feeling was amazing and made her incredibly horny as she enjoyed the sensations she was feeling. Opening her eyes a crack, Olivia saw the faces of the men watching her, staring at her wanton sexuality on display. She was giving them a show they'd never forget and one she'd never forget either. With her fingers a blur over her clitty, Olivia went into outrageous muscle spasms as her orgasm blasted her senses. It was gigantic and seemed to go on forever as the waves of pleasure washed through her body. Whatever that hunk of meat was doing inside of her, she didn't want it to stop as she kept up her stimulation on her clitty. Olivia was lost in a craze of passion as she experienced orgasm after orgasm. Even after the dog had dismounted her and stood ass to ass with his mass of tissue still bonding them together, Olivia continued rubbing her clit feeding her orgasmic addiction. She had no idea how many there were or how long her show had gone on for, only that her body was exhausted as she felt the beast pull his massive knot from her pussy. With her ass still high in the air, Olivia felt arms grab her and gently lift her up. Looking down, somebody had the glass ready to catch her drippings from her distended pussy. Olivia thought they were just being kind and helpful, picking up a tired girl after her physical ordeal, no, they were milking her for the doggy cum that was pent up in her pussy with the intention of making her drink it. Thankfully it was even less substantial than the first offering since most of the human cum had leaked out with the first dog's seed. It was watery and almost tasteless. In hind sight Olivia thought she'd much prefer drinking down doggy cum that human cum, much more palatable with virtually none of the slimy aftertaste. After that, none of the guys were very interested in fucking her pussy that night, although it didn't stop the several of them from tapping her ass before Reed was packing her up to go home. It was an emotionally disturbing night Olivia reflected as she crawled under the covers. Reed has fucked her in her own bed after taking her home and left her pussy filled up with his cum. He seemed to relish that more than anything, leaving her pussy full of his seed, buried as deeply as he could sink his generous cock, which was almost always within the depths of her womb. He hadn't tried sticking any of those tube things in her cervix recently, figuring she seemed to be dilated open pretty much continuously now. He told her he liked the way her opening suckled at the head of his cock. He said it was like and angel's kiss every time he shoved it in and out of her opening. It was a welcome feeling having him in her arms, his cock where it belonged after the traumatic night she'd experienced. Despite the fact that she'd cum so many times on the dogs' cocks, Olivia felt it was an experience she didn't want to repeat anytime soon. Sex with men was what she enjoyed, orgasms were what she craved, but at the hands of animals, definitely not. Laying there alone on her bed, Olivia thought about her circumstances and what that meant to her. Was it still fun, still and adventure? Yes, definitely yes. But when would it be enough? Too much even - what would she do then? She didn't know, but everything she was going through seemed to be building up, getting greater and greater. More guys to fuck and more often. At first it had been fun, sure Steve had been demanding and made her fuck a lot of guys, but it was still all so new and every new cock was like a breath of fresh air. It wasn't so new anymore and with the number of guys Alfred and Reed were lining up for her, it was getting exhausting. ------- Olivia sat at her computer, her pussy still leaking cum into the towel she was sitting on. Day 48 – Mom keeps going out in the mornings shortly after I get up and doesn't come home until right before she has to go to work. She just walks in the door and jumps in the shower and then heads off to work. Some days she just calls and says she's going straight into work. I think she has a boyfriend but she won't tell me. I can only assume she's out somewhere having sex with him. She should just bring him here and we can have sex under the same roof because that's what I'm doing when she's gone. Reed sends guys over to the house right after she leaves and then has them fuck me in my bed. I have no idea where he keeps finding all these new guys but the stream of them seems endless. I worked at Alfred's bar last night, fucked about forty guys. One right after another. I don't even bother getting up in between guys, I just lay there and let them climb on top of me and fuck into my sloppy hole. My pussy used to be so cute looking, just a slit with no pussy lips peaking out, now it's looking pretty rough. My pussy lips hang like flaps now. One even has a little rip in it from some guy who... , well I don't even know what he was trying to do but at least it's healed now. Mom left before nine o'clock and it's almost noon now. Guy number five just left and I hope that's it for this morning. Reed makes me call him and let him know if mom is planning on coming back before work. She called and she's not coming, but I'm not going to tell him that. He's probably got some guy over there waiting to come over and fuck me the second I call. Have to work at Alfred's again tonight and I need the break. I think I'm up near 1800 cocks now. I'm not going to assume it's 1800 different cocks, without taking down names and numbers I'll never know. Ha ha, that's funny, "Can I get your name and number so I can know who many guys have fucked my twelve year old pussy?" I watched my DVD from the dorm gang-fuck when I got home last night. I didn't orgasm many times last night and I needed a big cum before going to bed and I always get off when I watch that video, which reminds me I think I left it in the DVD player again. That's the third time I've done that fuck! It's a good thing mom never watches movies or I'd be dead. I checked my secret stash yesterday and forgot to add that to my log here. Oh in case I forgot to mention it in an earlier entry. I stashed my toys over at Reed's house and I don't bother keeping my stripper clothes at home, I just leave them at Alfred's club, not that I wear them all that long anyway. In fact I don't even bother washing them since I barely have them on long enough to get them grungy. Anyway, I have quite the bundle of cash going there, over eighteen thousand dollars and enough coke to keep me high from here to eternity. I wonder how much money Reed and Alfred are making off my cunt if I have this much? Jesus, I bet it's a lot! Well, time to get cleaned up and get something to eat before DeShawn is here to pick me up. Day – 52 – Reed made me fuck the dogs again last night, only this time it wasn't at Jake's dad's house. He took me to some warehouse or something and after the twenty or thirty guys all took their turns fucking me, they turned me loose on the dogs, or I guess it was the other way around. He had the two Mastiffs there so I know Jake's dad was there, but they had a bunch of other one's too. I think there four or five others. He made them all knot with me which made me cum like crazy, but I don't think I can take any more of that ever again. He said on the way home he was selling the videos online and was getting requests for me to do other stuff. He didn't say what but I have a bad feeling about it... Day 58 – Hit dick number two-thousand last night! Woohoo! Olivia you're the biggest slut in the world. Surprisingly Reed hasn't sent anyone over today, he said something about saving up my strength for tonight. It's his night tonight and he wants me to really "doll myself up" as he put it. I guess I better get ready. Olivia stood up and closed her log file and turned off her monitor. It was almost two o'clock. Her mother had left a short while ago and had been gone for most of the morning, allowing Olivia to relax in bed and recover from her previous nights fucking. She'd slept in thankfully since Reed didn't have anyone for her to fuck this morning and when she awoke, Olivia had the overwhelming urge to dig into her stash of coke and get high. Olivia didn't even bother with the crappy stuff anymore and went straight for Alfred's nearly pure stuff. She liked it a lot, it never gave her headaches and it didn't sting like the other crap. She could taste the diesel fuel they'd used to process it, as it went down. It made the day worth getting out of bed for. Of course a good coke high made Olivia horny as a dog and she retrieved her DVD and the only sex toy she kept in the house, her favorite and trusty vibrator. She couldn't recall how many sets of batteries she'd worn out with the thing as she sashayed down the hallway naked, her glorious DD breasts swaying back and forth, her long blonde hair reaching well past the middle of her back. For fun Olivia had switched her diamond nipple studs for her golden chain so she could tug on her nipples while she masturbated. Throwing the dorm orgy DVD in the player, Olivia relaxed on the couch and spread her toned thighs and settled in for a good wank session. There was something about watching an endless stream of guys fuck her silly on the TV, especially when she was high, to make her orgasms come fast and furious. Olivia looked down after her third orgasm and saw the large wet spot she'd made on the couch, and figuring she'd done enough damage for the day, got up to get ready for the evenings adventure. Olivia spent the better part of an hour getting ready. She washed and blow-dried her hair, brushing it out until her golden locks shimmered in the late afternoon light as it streamed through her window. She carefully applied her make-up making sure she didn't go too heavy, emphasizing her features and trying to accent her natural beauty. Without knowing what Reed had planned, Olivia chose a short denim skirt and decided to forego panties since there was no point in wearing them anymore with as much action as her pussy was getting these days. On top she went with a white halter top with no bra because... , well that part was just too obvious. In place of the golden chain Olivia had gone for simple gold bars through her nipples and the little bars pressed out the thin white fabric and made what was already obvious, just a little more so. Finishing the outfit were a pair of platform wedges that raised Olivia's height by a good four inches. Looking in the mirror Olivia was again reminded of why every guy she met either fucked her, or wanted to fuck her. She was beautiful and sexy and was every guy's wet dream. "Reed, I'm ready," she said into the phone. It sounded like he was driving with the windows down judging by the noise she was hearing on the other end. "Awesome, I'm sure you look like a million bucks!" Reed replied. "Are you coming to get me?" "No, Steve is going to give you a ride out here. I'll be busy getting everything set up." "Out where? Getting what set up?" Olivia inquired. "Your big show babe. You'll knock 'em dead, I gotta run." "Wait, what big show? You aren't going to have me fuck dogs again are you?" "Not even close babe, gotta go, bye!" Click. ------- Climbing into Steve's car, Olivia felt like she was back to ground zero again. Steve, the guy responsible for all this was now going to be taking her to some "Big Show" as Reed put it. Whatever it was, it sounded like bad news. What did he mean by "not even close" she wondered as Steve started the car and put his crappy old Firebird into gear. "You look fabulous by the way Liv," Steve commented. Olivia had barely seen Steve in weeks, he'd been so busy with Katy; that was when she wasn't working for Alfred too. Olivia was truly shocked when she heard Steve was letting Katy strip/fuck at Alfred's club. Katy was enjoying the dancing part the most it seemed, at least that's what it looked like to Olivia whenever the two were working together. Olivia had seem Katy on her back often enough and knew she was a busy girl, although not as busy as either she or her sister. Stacy was still a sex monster, always trying to out-fuck both her and Katy combined. "I don't know why she's so competitive, but that's just Stacy," Olivia thought as Steve drove on. "So where are we going?" Olivia asked. "Way out." "Way out where?" she inquired. "The country." "Oh, ok," Olivia answered as she just stared out the window. It was getting dark out and the skies looked a ominous as dark clouds started to roll in. The highway they were on ended and soon they were on a two lane county road. Olivia watched as Steve checked a slip of paper with directions on it and made turn after turn. The first drops of rain were just starting to fall when she asked why they were going so far out. "You just don't find "party-favors" like these in the city you know." "What are you talking about Steve? What is going on?" "You're getting fucked tonight right?" "Well, yeah, I seem to get fucked just about every night, and day too it seems lately," Olivia answered. "Well, you'll definitely be getting fucked tonight. The question is if you'll be woman enough to handle it." "Steve you're not making any sense. Of course I'm woman enough, I've been fucked thousands of times and handled it. What makes tonight any different?" "What makes tonight different? Take a look around you. Where are we?" "In the country, why?" "And what do they have in the country?" "I don't know, fields, trees, farms..." Looking up Olivia saw a smile creep across Steve's face. "Bingo," he said with a sly grin on his face. "Your dad wouldn't dare!" Olivia replied with force. "Let's just say by the end of tonight, I'm sure you'll know what horse cum tastes like!" "No Steve, I can't do it. You have to turn around and take me back home!" Olivia cried as a mixture of anger and sadness flashed across her face. "I've done everything everyone's asked of me and I've never said no yet, but this I just can't do!" she said as tears started welling up in her eyes. "Don't be silly, I've seen the footage of you and the dogs. You enjoyed every second of it!" "That was different. I just can't do this!"she pleaded as the tears rolling down her cheeks were matched by the rain drops streaming down onto the car outside. Steve flicked on his wipers as he searched for his next landmark. "How is fucking dogs any different from any other animal? You're a slut who loves cock, and I hear the horse you're going to fuck tonight has a huge one!" "Steve I'm begging you, I'll do anything you ask, please turn around, please!" "You've already done everything I can think of, now it's your turn to do everything my old man can think of, and he's got an imagination on him! You should hear some of the shit he has planned for you!" Steve said with a laugh. Something snapped inside and Olivia knew that this was the breaking point she saw coming; the point where "all this" had been building to. All summer long she'd felt it, something tangible, something that kept growing bigger and bigger. Everything she'd been forced to do up until this moment had been escalating. Olivia knew there would be some point where enough was enough. She didn't know when it would be or what would do it, but this was it. She had been their slave long enough and had complacently done everything they'd demanded of her, but not this. She would finally put her foot down and say "NO!" Grabbing Steve by the arm Olivia yelled out "I will not be your slave or anyone else's anymore! Take me home now or I'm calling the police and reporting all of you!" "Olivia, stop it! You're not calling anyone! And let go of my arm you'll run us off the road!" "No, not anymore, you can't do this to me. I won't stand for it. Take me home now!" "Not a chance, you'll do what we tell you or else!" "Or else? I've done everything you and your sick and twisted father have dreamt up so far and I'm not doing this. Now turn around now, asshole!" Being called in asshole made Steve lose it too, "You're going with me to this fucking farm and you're going to fuck every last thing we tell you to! We're not going to stop until you fuck every last cock and the animal it's attached you and you know why? Because you're a worthless slut that doesn't deserve any better that's why!" Steve yelled. "Stop it, I am not worthless," Olivia sobbed as she struggled to stay strong. "Turn around and take me home, please!" "Fuck you slut! We're not taking you home until you've taken every inch of cock we tell you too. You're gonna to fuck goats, you're gonna fuck pigs, you gonna fuck anything and everything. Hell, I'm gonna make you blow a rooster while a donkey fucks you in the ass! I'm not gonna be happy until you take a foot and a half of horse cock up your pussy and watch as his cum shot blows the top of your head off! Now let go of my arm you stupid cunt!" Steve bellowed as he wrenched his arm free. "Fine, have it your way!" Olivia cried as she dug out her phone and dialed 9-1-1. "What are you doing with that phone bitch!" Steve yelled as he took his eyes of the road to see what she was doing. "You better not have dialed the police, cunt!" "Nine-one-one, Please state the nature of your emergency." "Help I'm being kidnapped by a psycho," Olivia yelled into the phone. "Give me that fucking phone bitch," Steve yelled as he grabbed for the phone while Olivia did her best to keep the line open. With darkness falling and the rain pouring down obliterating his visibility, the last thing Steve Johnson needed was his crazy slut-neighbor calling 9-1-1. In the ensuing struggle for the phone, Steve missed seeing the stop sign and the pickup truck barreling towards it and the two met head on. Olivia saw the head lights streaming through Steve's driver's-side window a split second before she heard the shattering glass and felt the impact of the truck that hit them. The impact was tremendous and the jarring tug of the seatbelt and shoulder strap felt like they were tearing her in half as she saw her world turn upside down. Then everything went back. ------- Lauren Hastings was a wreck as she stood next to her daughter in the ICU. As a nurse she knew the severity of the situation and knew her daughter was lucky to be alive. Her neighbors kid Steve wasn't so lucky. The driver of the truck that hit them said Steve was driving with his headlights off in the rain and he just didn't see them until it was too late. The police said Olivia's seatbelt had saved her life and said that had Steve been wearing his, he wouldn't be fighting for his life at this very second. And if she hadn't called 9-1-1 they both might not have made it as the car exploded only minutes after paramedics pulled their unconscious bodies to safety. The puzzling part was the 9-1-1 call. The police said in the 9-1-1 recording, Olivia claimed she was being kidnapped and then immediately after, the accident happened; they could clearly hear the crash after the kidnapping part. Lauren could offer no explanation of what they were doing out there in the first place, and since her daughter had claimed it was a kidnapping, the police would have to do an investigation. Lauren had seen Reed Johnson at the hospital immediately after the two kids were brought in and he was obviously very shaken. The police questioning him and she wondered what he must be thinking. To have his only son on life-support, and for Stephen to be accused of being a kidnapper all in the same night, must have been extremely distressing she assumed. "Ms. Hastings, we have to take your daughter down for her MRI now to determine the extent of her head injuries. We had to remove her jewelry first so would you mind holding the items please?" a nurse informed her while holding out a small plastic bag and giving her a suspicious look at the same time. "Jewelry? Ok," Lauren replied as she grabbed the offered bag. It had a number of small gold items in it and Lauren was immediately sure there had been some mistake. Thinking back Lauren could only picture Olivia wearing a small gold ring with her birthstone set in it that she'd given to her on her last birthday and yet the bag held multiple items. "Excuse me, these can't be... , my daughter only... ," Lauren started to say as she noticed the ring amongst the collection of gold jewelry. "Yes Ms. Hastings, you were about to say... ," the nurse replied with the same look on her face. "Uh, the ring is my daughter's but the rest of it... , uh... , can't be hers." Lauren was no expert in jewelry, but even she recognized the hardware as the type used in body piercings. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I removed them myself; I can assure you they are hers. And I'll tell you this, if it weren't for her present condition, I think I might have words with you over letting a girl that young get her parts pierced like that!" "What are you talking about? My daughter doesn't have any body piercings!" "Maybe not ones you knew about, but yeah she does, and it looked like somebody was enjoying them too!" the nurse replied. "What! What are you talking about? You have some nerve... ," Lauren questioned, now getting very agitated. "These were through her nipples and... , well... , that other ring was down "there" if you know what I mean. And judging by your girl's "condition", it looks like she's been "active" for quite some time." Lauren Hastings couldn't remember a time when she wanted to slap somebody as much as she did right now. To suggest her daughter was sexually active without her knowing about it was preposterous, but holding the evidence in her own hand suggested otherwise. That she had piercings through her most delicate tissues suggested that this woman might have some idea what she was talking about. "Without infuriating me any further, would you mind explaining what you mean by that?" Lauren asked using every ounce of self-restraint she had. "Well, your daughter's been shaving her pubic hair which doesn't mean a thing, a lot of the girls are doing that nowadays, but her poor vagina looks like it's gone through the wringer! She even has a big tear in one of her labia! And considering what she was wearing, or more specifically, what she wasn't wearing. Makes you wonder." "Makes you wonder what? And what do you mean, "what she wasn't wearing"? What did she have on?" "Skin tight shirt and a little denim mini-skirt with nothing on underneath. I mean it too, no bra and no underwear. If I were you, I'd have a long talk with the girl once she wakes up!" the nurse concluded, and with that walked away leaving a shaken Lauren Hastings to wonder what else she'd missed lately. ------- The good news was that the MRI revealed no significant damage to her brain. There was some minor swelling due to the impact but nothing that caused the doctor's any concern and they reported that she should regain consciousness anytime. That was two days ago. The hospital people had been more than hospitable and had given Lauren access to her daughter well after most people would have been told to go home, but even they knew she needed a break and told her to go home and get some sleep. She was very troubled by what she'd found out at the hospital and even though she probably should have taken their advice and climbed into bed, Lauren needed to find out what was going on with her daughter. She felt compelled to look for answers as it seemed obvious Olivia had done a great job of hiding whatever it was she'd been up to from her mother's obviously poor supervision. After all, a twelve year old just can't walk in and get her nipples and clit hood pierced all by herself which meant somebody had taken her "somewhere" to get it done. But who? Steve? He wouldn't be providing answers any time soon, he was still in the ICU with serious head and internal injuries. Reed Johnson had avoided her like the plague after the accident and made her wonder if he had some involvement in what and where Steve was going the night of the accident. "Stacy will know, I'll ask her in the morning," she thought. Lauren needed to find the answers and started with her daughter's room. A quick search produced more than enough evidence to scare the living shit out of her; a stack of cash thick enough to choke a horse and a dozen little baggies of a white powder which she assumed were drugs. "What has my baby gotten herself into?" Lauren wondered as she found even more evidence. The dildo that Olivia claimed to Stacy's mother's was wedged between her mattress and box-spring and a collection of jewelry that could have only been intended for her body piercings was in her nightstand. "What would a twelve year old be doing with those piercings, and where did she get all this jewelry from?" Lauren felt like her world was falling apart around her feet with every additional piece of evidence she found. Lauren turned on Olivia's computer and without knowing where to look, just looked at the "Recent Documents" list and clicked on the first item she saw, it was entitled "c-log". Lauren couldn't make it past the first few entries before having to rush to the bathroom and throw up. Her sweet precious, and pure baby girl, had been turned into a whore by her neighbor. For the first time in her life Lauren was actually glad Steve might die, it would save her from killing him herself! Lauren knew she needed to call the police and let them know that Olivia was more than likely being kidnapped for some ghastly plot by her neighbor, and that the accident was probably because her baby was trying to fight back against the horrible animal next door. As much as she didn't want to go back and read anymore, Lauren knew she had to have the truth and went back and sat down. It was all there, every gory detail outlining every encounter, every last detail, recorded on a daily basis. It was a "Dear Diary" of the most horrific variety. Olivia even gave details on how she'd fooled her mother into allowing her to stay out all night fucking an endless stream of guys pretending to be at her friend's house, safe and secure. "What have I done?" Lauren asked as she scanned through the entries. Even her own bad behavior had resulted in Olivia having more and more sex. It seemed every opportunity she was out of the house, that bastard next door was sending guys over to fuck her daughter. Under her own roof! "I'll kill that bastard!" she screamed as she closed down the file, unwilling to read the last twenty entries. It was bad enough knowing what her baby had been up to, but to read it in her words and knowing it sounded like she was actually enjoying what she was doing was more than she could bear. Lauren got up and went to go have a drink. Not being a drinker, Lauren had only one thing in the house, a bottle of Crown Royal whiskey that somebody had given her for a gift. It had never been opened and as she poured a small glass-full Lauren couldn't help but think back to see what signs she missed that her daughter had become a full-blown slut. The answers were all there in the diary, Dr. Sanders had given Olivia and Stacy, and even her sister Katy the hormone treatment. The boobs should have been the first sign but that still didn't explain how they turned into these tramps Lauren wondered. She kept coming back to Steve and his involvement; how it transferred over to Reed and whomever this Alfred guy was she didn't know, but the police could uncover it all. Yes they would, they would all pay for what they'd done to her precious baby, every last guy who'd stuck his dirty cock into her little girl would pay! Sitting down with her drink, Lauren turned on the TV to distract her troubled mind and found Olivia had left it on the DVD setting. The unit was paused as if she'd been in the middle of watching a movie before she left with Steve. Pressing the play button on the remote control made Lauren run for the bathroom again to vomit. Her mind would be permanently scarred from the images she briefly saw before her stomach contents decided to evacuate. Returning to the couch, Lauren witnessed the most horrific sight a mother could see, her baby tied down to a couch while a group of men violated her body. She could see the faces of the men and the way they took pleasure in treating her so poorly. It was awful and she immediately turned it off. "Why was Olivia watching that? Was somebody here forcing her to watch it?" she wondered. Of course her mind would not allow the possibility of her daughter watching it for her own pleasure; that just wasn't an option. Lauren returned to her daughter's computer and checked the other recently opened items and found several pictures and videos, all of her daughter having sex with many different men. Searching for the pictures, Lauren found hundreds of pictures of her daughter having sex. They were of Olivia with men in parking lots, in alleys with what appeared to be homeless men, in what appeared to be some kind of bar with guys in leather biker jackets on. The pictures and what they revealed were too much and Lauren shut it all down. Without knowing what else to do, she called the police. ------- The investigation was swift and the hammer fell immediately starting with Alfred Haynes and Reed Johnson. They were arrested based on just the photo and video evidence on Olivia's computer alone. Steve Johnson had made it easy for them by documenting and emailing the evidence to Olivia as part of his blackmail scheme. The forensic investigation team searched the computers of Olivia Hastings and Reed and Steve Johnson and found all the data they needed to launch the biggest child solicitation and child pornography ring they'd ever been involved with. Reed Johnson had carelessly used his computer to troll for new customers and had left an electronic trail that a newby could have followed. Besides the customers he found for actual sex with Olivia, he'd sold picture sets and videos of the girl online to hundreds of men around the world. Payment was sent via Western Union for international orders and Cash Only for domestic orders. Once payment was received, the files uploaded through online servers. The police turned the international customers over to Interpol while the domestic ones were turned over to the FBI. The local customers who actually paid for sex were just as easily tracked down by the local authorities The video of the dorm-orgy was clear enough that the police were able to identify visually the men involved. When City College officials were approached, they were more than happy to cooperate fully and helped identify over one hundred of the men involved. Pretty soon those men rolled over on the friends in order to get a lighter sentence. The patrons from Alfred's club were harder to identify, but thankfully Alfred's closed circuit camera system had enough retention to visually identify most of the culprits who'd engaged in sex with Olivia, and the Bennett sisters. They all went down, DeShawn, Joey, the remaining bouncers, everyone Olivia had documented in her diary went down including one Middle School Principal by the name of John Fletcher. By the time Olivia Hastings woke up from her short-termed coma, the damage was done. Everyone who'd ever used her for her body were gone, locked up, or about to be locked up where they could never harm her again. Perhaps the saddest part of it all, was when Jake Lawson's father was arrested and carted away for his involvement. It left Jake and his brother all alone and with his brother being eighteen, he quickly became Jake's legal guardian and sole provider. Stacy, and to a lesser part Katy Bennett, had provided the police with first hand testimony and aided in the indictment of Alfred Haynes with information on his illegal strip club and drug business. Stacy also included information on the Alfred's Mexican drug traffickers with whom she'd been sent to entertain on two occasions. Dr. Kevin Sanders was to blame for all of it. His interest in turning an innocent young girl into something other than innocent, had repercussions beyond even his wildest imagination. Ironically the man responsible for turning young Olivia Hastings into the biggest slut ever imaginable, had only one brief moment to enjoy with the slut he'd helped create. Prison would be particularly hard on Kevin once the inmates learned of his treachery with such a young girl. With her mother's approval, the doctors had given Olivia a full screen for STD's and checked to see what illegal drugs she may still have in her system. Not surprisingly, she tested positive for Chlamydia and Gonorrhea, and the drug screen came back positive for cocaine, Ecstasy and Methamphetamines. Sadly her pregnancy test came back positive. Her first ovulation had been her only ovulation to date and she was five weeks pregnant. It was the bastard child of potentially a thousand fathers. Fortunately, with her mother's consent, the doctors had aborted the fetus while Olivia lay there in her coma, unaware of the developing child within her. It was something the young girl would never need to learn about. A second surgery was performed to repair her torn labia so as to avoid future problems. Olivia's body had gone through the withdrawal symptoms of her coke addiction while she lay there in her coma, and would wake up feeling better than ever. Olivia Hastings awoke on a bright sunny afternoon twelve days after the car accident and found her mother standing by her side with the sunlight streaming through the window behind her. She looked like an angel standing there. Clearing her throat, Olivia said, "Hi mom, I guess I have some explaining to do..." "No baby, mommy took care of everything. You're safe now." ------- Epilogue Olivia reflected back on it as her "Summer from Hell". A great deal of therapy and a vow of abstinence to her mother allowed Olivia to return to school and return to a normal life. It wasn't easy though, school started barely two weeks after the accident and rumors ran rampant over the arrest of principal Fletcher. Nobody knew the identity of the student he'd supposedly had sex with as the details of his arrest were sealed to protect those involved, but quietly Stacy Bennett had let it slip that it might be her. It gave Stacy the notoriety and attention she'd always craved from the boys, even if it meant them now thinking she was easy. Olivia may have vowed abstinence, but not Stacy, she was just going to be very "choosy" with whom she got busy with now. Plus there was a small group of boys who had attended a certain grad party and suspected the blonde bombshell might have been Olivia Hastings. Stacy effectively killed that notion when she let it slip that it "might" have been her that night too! With a wig on of course! Jake Lawson moved away with his brother to live with his aunt in Dallas, so the true identity of the girl from that night would never be known for sure. There were still hundreds of guys roaming around town that had camped between Olivia's legs and who had escaped the dragnet due to lack of evidence, one of them Olivia would see every day at school, Mr. Fraser. He would give Olivia a knowing nod from time to time; it was a gesture that said that he recognized their moment and that it would forever stay just a moment in time. Olivia's cravings for sex gradually receded, and it wasn't easy for the young girl who had become so accustomed to getting sex whenever she wanted it or needed it. While out in public, Olivia would occasionally see faces she recognized, or thought she recognized, and the urge to recapture the pleasure that sex provided only renewed itself again. Only through her therapy was she able to handle those issues and keep to her vow. Although she still enjoyed a good masturbation session now and then when she was all alone! Lauren Hastings switched to the dayshift; it allowed her to spend some much-needed time with her daughter and to give her the parental supervision she'd been so obviously lacking. It was a trying time emotionally for the both of them and they used each other as a crutch to lean on during difficult periods. Lauren also bailed on the Cougar Hunters website and what it stood for; recognizing the danger of that kind of behavior. Steve Johnson recovered from his injuries only to find himself serving a very long prison sentence, along with his father and scores of others for their actions. Alfred Haynes proved he was smarter than anyone ever gave him credit for, he skipped bail and somehow managed to flee the country and has not been seen since. His existence somewhere in the world partly funded no doubt, by the efforts of three young girls. Katy Bennett continued to secretly meet with her "boyfriend" Roger and would do so for quite some time. Even after she had found a real boyfriend, one whom she could bring home to her parents, Roger continued to be the guy that lit the fire in her loins. Olivia returned to her first love, dance. It kept her mind and body both focused and occupied as she healed from her ordeal. Although secretly, when she felt particularly horny, Olivia would dig out her secret stash of nipple rings and push them through the holes and peruse her cock-log that she had meticulously recreated. Masturbating to the memories of her days as the Queen of the Sluts would always get her off. The Queen was lying there dormant, deep in her psyche, waiting patiently for the day she could come back in full force. When that day came, there would be no repression, she would come out and take control and never let go. You can never really get the genie back in the bottle. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2010-06-09 Last Modified: 2011-02-11 / 05:51:59 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------