Her Year of Reading Proust
(M+/f, teen, size, anal, blackmail)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

Buffy loved Gil Hadley, her seventh grade teacher who had his young students reading of all things, Marcel Proust's multi-volume work, "Remembrance of Things Past." The title, attractive as it is for readers of the Scott-Moncrieff translation, misses the point: the original reads "in search of lost time," with a play on words suggestive of "forgotten days" and "time wasted." The story stresses the evanescence of all things and in particular of the social and artistic world that the narrator tries to reconstruct in memory, much like the story below. Gil taught large lessons to these young minds, one was that prose itself is a highly artificial genre that requires the taming of speechways to attain clarity, and in Proust one is pulled down, below speech, into the wayward flitting of thoughts and images. He made clear that the counterargument is that without the wanderings no impression of search, of difficulty and doubt, would have been rendered. And it is on that note that Buffy's search for her emergent sexuality intrigues us.


Buffy snuggled closer when she felt Gil's hand straying up along her leg. The touch was electric. It made her come completely alive. Never in her thirteen years had she felt so stimulated, so sophisticated and grown up. The man actually wanted her! She felt the telltale dampening of her pussy. It was beginning to ooze out her inner juices in a way totally new to her. This was what it was like to be really turned on.

"Oh, Gil, your hand... it's so niiice!" she cooed.

"Yeah, almost as nice as the skin underneath it, I bet." He continued to explore her lithe, young body. Her tits wiggled around like jelly on a plate.

Her hand covered his and pressed down firmly. She wanted more than his hand exploring the moist area between her slender legs. She wanted his long, hard cock driving deep into her. She wanted that more than anything else in the world.

"Are you just going to sample me or are you going to really get it on?" she asked him, her breath husky. It was getting harder for her to keep the tremor of her blossoming sexuality from entering her tone. She wanted so desperately to impress him. He must never think that she was a virgin. But there was no way of keeping that knowledge from him later - when she was in the throes of intense passion, his body pressing lustily down into hers, his cock probing for her innermost reaches.

Then he'd know and then she'd get his cock and it would be super. That was what mattered. The teenager didn't want her history teacher to ever know the nervousness she felt, the way she had almost approached him again and again, only to chicken out at the last instant. A man like this wanted his women to be women. One hundred percent, and not a bit less. Buffy would deliver for her handsome teacher. She'd give him everything a man could possibly want. Her tender young body was his for the taking.

"Umm," she said, "This is so biiig!" She felt his trembling prick which had quickly stretched to its gigantic ten-inch length. It was so thick, firehose-big in fact, under her fingers and throbbing as if it had its own heartbeat. She was the one exciting him - her! A thirteen-year old was getting a stud like him all hot and bothered!

She began stroking up and down the solid shaft of cock. He groaned deep in his throat.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" she hastily asked, afraid he was in pain for some reason.

"Pain? Hell, no, darling. I love the feel of your hand on my prick. Start squeezing down a little harder. Yeah, oh yeah! That's exactly the way I love it!"

She swallowed hard. His hand was beginning a slow, agonizing approach up her inner thigh toward her naked pussy. His hand moved like thick syrup on her satiny skin. The skin prickled and tingled in response to his deft fingers. Her cunt was watering from being so near to such an expert cocksman. He was a lover, first class. He knew exactly how to treat a woman. She shuddered as his hand approached her snatch. He didn't make a wild grab for her cunt like so many of the high school kids she'd been out with. None of them would ever get in bed with her. She was saving herself for this man. And it was worth it. He was showing her all the tricks. Turning her into a sex-starved bitch, he was going to fuck her all night long.

He was that good.

"Oh, please, please, darling, go on! Stick it in!" she breathed.

"Not yet. I want to make sure of my territory. You wouldn't want me to rush into this, would you?"

She didn't.

His hand was too heavenly for her to argue. Yet, yet she wanted his steel-hard prick jammed hard between her legs and all the way up her juicy, virgin cunt. She hadn't been saving herself for just anyone - she had lain awake nights wondering how it would be this first time. She was finding out. The teenage girl wiggled lower so that his hand was pressed firmly into her pussylips. An electric charge surged throughout her body. Her spine arched at the light touch. Fucking couldn't be as great as this - it just couldn't be! She knew it would be better.

"Hurry! I can't wait for your cock to be straining hard inside me!"

"You're a hot one, aren't you, doll? Just hang loose and enjoy this and I'll give you the fucking of your life!"

There was no way he could fail to deliver. Her cunt was already flooding with her love juice. Her entire body was tense and expectant. She was waiting for his cock.

"Umm, your hand is so close, so, soooooo, ohhhh!"

She sucked in her breath as his fingers began gently fondling her cuntlips. He grasped one of her cuntlips and ran his fingers along the greasy flap of skin. The electric jolts smashing into her body made her come close to blacking out. Her world swam wildly around her as he continued to stimulate her pussylips and slowly work his way toward her little pussy.

"Please hurry! I... I can't stand much more!"

"Go on, then, and cum!" He punctuated his words with a sudden stab of his finger up her pussy. The intrusion of his finger up her cunt wasn't anything like she thought it would be.

She'd masturbated a lot. She thought she knew all her body's reactions. But she was even more excited by his lewd gesture.

"Liked it, didn't you? More's on its way," he promised.

She was breathing hard now. Her lungs felt as if they would explode under the strain and her heart throbbed like a thing gone wild. The sandpaper in her lungs as she breathed was rapidly forgotten when she felt soft lips closing on the very tip of her left tit. The man's wet, sucking lips demanded all her attention. His finger lingering near her cunt was almost a secondary sensation to her now, so great was the feeling he generated at her tit. He was expert at sucking. She didn't doubt that for a second. His tongue lashed out and into the soft mound of titflesh. She knew instantly as he began working the rock-hard nubbin of her nipple around in circles with his tongue. The roughness of his tongue made her catch her breath. But it was the sucking that turned her on the most. He pulled the puffy mound of nipple into his mouth and sucked even harder. She felt a pounding in her large breast.

"Your mouth! Oh, it's goooood! My tit is burning up! I love itttt!"

He didn't answer. He was too busy with the succulent treat of her cherry-sized nipple. Pulling her nipple all the way between his teeth, he gently nibbled on her flesh. She screamed, arched her back and had her first man-induced orgasm. There was no way she could describe the wild, sensual feelings ripping through her young body.

"More, give me mooore!" she demanded. "Your mouth feels like fire on my boob!"

His tongue lanced out and tried to suffocate her nipple in the soft flesh of her boob. He pressed firmly down until the hard little tip was almost completely surrounded by the marshmallowy jug. She silently reveled in the fact she was so well-developed. She may have been only thirteen but her huge, plump E-cup tits hinted at a girl years older. Even her hips were wide enough to give the impression of a girl seventeen or eighteen. That was only one of the things that had gotten this handsome stud of a teacher into bed with her. She stroked his head as he continued to nuzzle and suck at her tit. His long, black hair flowed like silk under her fingers. She enjoyed playing with it as he continued his erotic taste treat at her big tits. Slowly, she was gaining the knack of controlling her emotions. She shouldn't let her senses run wild like she'd been doing. Saving herself for his cock was more important than sailing off into orbit every time he touched her. Still, though, his touch was something special. It beat hell out of masturbating.

His mouth began spiraling around her jug. He took as much of her soft, tender titflesh into his mouth as he could. She moaned loudly as his teeth bit into her tit. Angry red marks were left behind. But she no longer cared. His hand was again working actively along her oily sex gash. He was prodding those flaps guarding her inner reaches with renewed insistence. Her legs drifted wider in wanton invitation to him. She wanted him to mount her and fuck the hell out of her. Nothing in the world would satisfy her until he was trying to rip her apart all the way to the chin with his mighty prick.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned over and over.

"Soon, dearest, soon. Let me just explore a little lower..." and his mouth left a wet trail across the smooth plain of her belly.

Only once did he stop on his erotic journey to her snatch. His tongue dipped briefly into the deep well of her belly button. Her navel seemed the exact spot for him to fully explore. And she had to admit it raised her level of arousal even more. His wet, pink tongue swirled around and around. Once down, slowly out, then down firmly into her navel once again and she was his sex slave. He could ask anything of her and it would be his!

"Now, ohh, I... I can't take much more! My whole body's hot for you! Fuck me hard! Hard!"

"Hard?" he muttered. "So..."

She gasped as she felt his body moving swiftly across hers. His hairy chest pressed down hard into her tit. She felt the soft flesh of her jugs mashing out as he lowered down. Most important of all, his hairy thighs were moving rapidly on her smooth thighs. Her legs spread as wide as possible for him. Arching her back, her cunt was fully exposed.

"AIIEEEE!" she shrieked as his cock brushed across her pussylips. He wasn't even in her yet and she was so strung out she'd cum at the lightest touch.

She wrapped her legs around his waist. As her ankles locked behind his back, she felt the broad purpled head of his cock part her cuntlips. She shuddered and tensed her legs to pull him all the way into her cunt. When his cockhead bounced against her cherry, she screamed again. She wanted him to pop it, not play with it.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, damn you!"

"Hey, you're a goddamned virgin!" he exclaimed.

His body was levered at an odd angle. He was about two inches up her pussy and holding back the power needed to break her maidenhead.

"Go on! I want you so bad!"

"You're a goddamned virgin," he repeated. "I haven't had a virgin in more years than I can remember. You really want me to go on and pop it?"

"Yes, I want you more than life itself! Yes, yes, yes! Go on!"

"Remember you asked for it. God," he muttered to himself, "a real live virgin and all mine! Love it to death!"

And then his hips were arching downward and his cock was fucking hard into her juicy cunt.

"Miss Nixon," came the cold voice, "are you paying any attention at all? Are you feeling all right?"

Buffy opened her eyes and then wiped the sweat from her eyebrows. She had forgotten where she was. The rest of the history class was staring at her.

She heard Eva saying, "Must be having a hot flash."

And Ellis answering, "Hell no. She was getting her rocks off. Look where her hand is."

In guilt, she took her hand out from under her skirt. It was completely drenched in her own pussy fluids. She knew her panties were soaked through and through and that a large wet spot was on her dress. As long as she stayed seated, no one would notice. Maybe.

"Miss Nixon," Gil Hadley repeated. "I asked if you were ill."

"No, I'm okay. I was just a little dizzy. I guess."

He frowned and shook his head. "I suggest, then, that you pay more attention to class."

She numbly nodded. This time it was worse than it had ever been before. There was something about Gil Hadley that really got to her.

She sat back and tried to look interested in the boring lecture on Napoleon. Or was it England? She couldn't remember and didn't really care one way or the other. It was her teacher she was most interested in. She'd heard it was natural for a schoolgirl to get a crush on a handsome teacher. No one had ever told her it'd be this bad. She lived to come to this class and just watch Mr. Hadley. He was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. Her daydreams had been getting more and more violent. The one today, with her actually diddling her clit, had almost been enough to get her run out of class. The other kids knew the score. She listened to them whispering back and forth about it.

"I tell you she was actually doing it! Yeah, I saw her hand under her skirt."

"God, I wish she'd let me get my hand all the way up there!" came a huskier voice.

"You and me both! But I bet she's too small for both of us at the same time!"

"Love to find out!"

"Hush! Mr. Hadley is..."

"Would you please be quiet?" came the teacher's deep voice. "I know it's getting late and you would prefer to be outside. Or anywhere else, for that matter, but we still have another ten minutes of class."

A few grumbles, but, for the most part, the class quieted down. The time was an eternity for most of them but Buffy had the opportunity to see her teacher, her love, just walk back and forth across the front of the room as he lectured. The man wore incredibly tight pants that accentuated his ass. The smooth flow of his asscheeks as he walked made Buffy all wet in the crotch again. She couldn't help herself. He was everything that she envisioned the perfect lover as being. He was tall, dark and incredibly handsome. The long, angular nose might have put some girls off, but not her. She thought the hawk-like prow was incredibly sexy. Most of all, the man was well-muscled. And he was just old enough, perhaps all of twenty-five, to be tantalizing to the teenager. He didn't seem old and dried up like so many of her teachers. Buffy swallowed hard as her eyes followed his every movement. If only it hadn't been a daydream! If only Gil had taken her into his arms, his bed, and made wild, passionate love to her. For him, she'd gladly lose her cherry.

Her mother always told her she should save it for the right man. Buffy was certain Gil was the perfect man for her. No one else came within miles of matching him. She loved him desperately and he didn't seem to even notice her except in class. And then it was only to correct her. She sighed and licked her lips nervously. If there were only some way to make him notice her. Buffy cringed as the bell rang loudly. Class was over for another day. And she'd have to live through hell waiting to see her love again. She'd never get used to it.

The girl simply knew that one day she'd go crazy without Gil Hadley.


Buffy had dumped her books in her locker and was reluctantly making her way out of the building when she heard a familiar voice. Gil's! She didn't mean to spy on him but couldn't help herself. She heard his voice loudly raised, angry, and had to see what was happening. Under the stairway she saw Gil arguing with a smaller, more compact man.

"...and I'm telling you that you'll get your goddamned money as soon as my next paycheck comes."

"Aww! Gil, baby," the smaller man, said, cleaning his fingernails with a wicked looking knife, "You see the fix I'm in. The boss simply doesn't care how you pay the money as long as you do come through with it. And you know something? I agree with him."

"That lousy horse should have come in in the third yesterday. That would have done just fine," hissed Gil.

Buffy wondered what was going on. It was obvious the smaller man was demanding money. She didn't exactly understand why.

"Yeah, Gil, and if pigs had wings they could fly. Listen hard, boy. You folks with the gambling bug are all alike. You're losers. And me and the boss, we don't like losers. I love to pay off when you win, right? And I really hate to lean on you when you lose. But I will. I want the bread you owe me by noon tomorrow."

"Hell, Andy, I can't make it by then."

Buffy had never seen her teacher so upset before. He appeared to be frightened of the other man.

"Noon? I can't do it. Make it Friday. I'll have the bread to you by Friday afternoon."

"Aw, Gil. You're such a good customer, I'll bend the rules a little. I'll ask the boss about it and get back to you. Dig?"

He jabbed the knife out and into the man's chest. For a heart-stopping instant, Buffy thought Andy had killed her teacher. The bookie only laughed and folded the knife as he pushed by.

Gil Hadley had gone absolutely white with fear.

Buffy watched Andy strut down the hall of the school. As he left, a thought began to work into her head. She knew something about Gil Hadley he certainly wouldn't want getting around. She thought she knew exactly how to use that knowledge to the best effect.


Buffy nervously brushed back a strand of her auburn hair as she approached Gil Hadley' apartment. She'd followed him home so many times it was as if she was coming home. For all the times she had trailed him here, though, she'd never once been inside his apartment. There had never been any reason for her to go inside. Not until today. Today she would have her fondest dreams come true.

Boldly, with more courage than she really felt, she knocked on the door. It took a few seconds for her teacher to answer. And when he opened the door, she knew he'd been drinking. His hair was mussed and he'd discarded his tie. The light green shirt was open a couple buttons to display the thick mat of hair on his broad chest. Buffy felt her body beginning to react just at the vaguest hints of what was in store for her - if she played her cards right.

"Yeah, what do you want?" he slurred.

"I want to have a couple words with you... Gil."

He didn't seem to realize she'd called him by his first name. Then he did a double take and said, "Huh? What is it you want, Miss Nixon?"

"Call me Buffy. And how about inviting me in? I don't think we should be talking about your gambling out in public like this." She motioned around indicating the long corridor with dozens of other apartments leading off it. At any moment, any of the other residents might happen along and overhear them.

Gil suddenly seemed to understand her words. "My gambling? Wh-what do you know about that?"

"Enough to make trouble for you with the principal, if I wanted to. Aren't you going to invite me in, now?" she asked coyly. Seeing his confusion made her even more sure of herself. In her dreams it hadn't been like this.

"Uh, sure. Come on in."

He seemed even more confused as she brushed close, her hand straying down to give a loving pat to his crotch.

She looked around the room and was impressed. She didn't know that school teachers were able to live so sumptuously. While it wasn't the richest place she'd ever been, it was high on the list. Somehow, she figured her true love would live like this - good.

"Look, uh, Buffy, how'd you find out?" he began.

She dropped down into a soft chair and deliberately hooked a slender leg over one arm. The man was given a fleeting look all the way up to her crotch. The way his pants began to tent told the teenager her tactics were working. He wanted her, whether he admitted it or not.

"I overheard you and Andy talking at school. That's a funny name, Andy. How'd he get it?"

"Damn him! I told him he shouldn't go there but no, he can't wait for his friggin' money. Damn him to hell!"

Gil began pacing back and forth, then knocked back the bourbon in his glass. He choked, then managed to continue, "What do you want out of this, Buffy? You blackmailing me?"

Her heart almost stepped. She'd won!

"Oh, no, Gil, nothing like that. I... I just want to help you out of your jam. I thought you might need a little companionship in your time of need."

She smiled as she brushed back her auburn hair. She made an elaborate production out of it, making certain her shoulders were thrown well back to emphasize her tits. The girl knew those were her best feature. All the boys told her how big they were and all the girls were jealous of her. The way the bulge at Gil's crotch grew, she knew she was really getting to him. It was only a matter of time now before she was locked in his arms, his big cock reaming her out, fucking her like she needed to be fucked.

"Look, the gambling is bad enough. If I'm caught with a piece of teenage ass up here, it's my ass in a sling. They'll send me up the river for a million years on statutory rape."

"It's not rape if the little girl wants it."

"It is if she's jail bait, jerk." His voice was softer now, less certain. He was weakening. To make sure the process was going according to her seduction plan, she made a big production out of crossing her legs again. He saw another satiny white flash of soft skin all the way up to her panties. He might even have seen the silver-dollar-sized wet spot on her lycra panties. That was how badly she wanted him.

"Which is it to be, Gil? Me or... me going to the principal with information on a teacher gambling?"

He looked at her then, and poured himself another stiff drink. He swallowed it in a single gulp. Without looking at her, he said, "Not much of a choice, is it?"

"I thought you'd prefer the more pleasant alternative."

He jerked as he felt her hands rubbing along the fronts of his thighs. Nimble fingers began working on his zipper. Before he could move, his cock snapped out in front of his groin, quivering at full attention.

"See, it's just as I thought. You do want me!" she squealed in joy.

"Look, Buffy, you're attractive. Hell, you're the best looking babe in any of my classes and I'd be lying through my teeth if I said I didn't lust after you just a little, but... but... um, oh, sweet Jesus, no!"

"Yes, Gil, YES!"

And then her mouth was on his succulent cock. She'd never sucked cock before. This was the way to begin. The ugly red shaft had momentarily made her hesitate, then she'd summoned up her courage. That long pillar of prick wasn't just any man's cock. It was her true love's prick. For him, she'd do anything. And all the books she'd illicitly read told of how much a man loved a woman sucking on his prick. They were all right. Gil's legs went rubbery in reaction when he felt the girl's eager lips seeking out the tip of his prick. As she slowly engulfed the end of his cock, she turned so that she would have a better target. If she wanted to throw herself at him like this, who was he to turn her down? After all, he'd been telling her the truth when he said she was the most gorgeous babe in any of his classes. He'd had any number of wet dreams about her and others in his classes. Any male teacher with a cock would. Thirteen-year olds just begging him to fuck them, that had been his fantasy. It wasn't a fantasy any longer. Buffy was really giving him a hell of a blowjob. He sank slowly to the rug making sure he didn't dislodge her wonderful, sucking mouth from his cock. That wouldn't do at all. He wanted the full benefit of her anxious mouth on his erection.

"God, I never thought you'd come after me like this," he moaned. He didn't get any answer. And for good reason. The teenager was working her way down the length of his prickshaft. She wasn't sure what she should do. This was all new to her, but she didn't want the man to know it. If she could convince him she was the most sophisticated girl in the school, she was positive he'd fuck her. It all seemed to depend on how good she was at giving head. Doing what came naturally to her seemed to be the best course. Her tongue worked on the sides of his cock. She could feel his heart beating out a rapid tempo so far away. Every time his heart throbbed, his cock would jump. And that was transmitted to her tongue. She began licking and kissing down the sides of his cock. When his prick jumped in reaction, she knew she'd found the most sensitive spot. The tiny flap of skin dangling under the cleft head of his prick was given special oral attention after that. The sweet, musky tang that came to her tastebuds aroused her more than the girl would have thought possible. Sure it was a turnon actually sucking off a man for the first time. But she hadn't thought she could get this excited about it! She'd never listen to her girl friends who told her how repulsive it was giving head. They didn't know! And she did!

"Your tongue, umm, shit, girl, your tongue's driving me wild! I'm not going to be able to hold it in much longer with your tongue all over my prick like that!"

The words boomed loudly in her ears. She silently thrilled to them. Not only was she doing everything just right, she was getting him really hot to fuck! Her nose nuzzled into the thick mat of his bush. The long, crinkly black hair made her want to sneeze. As the teenager began exhaling long, hot breaths, she realized this was making the man's prick jerk even more in reaction. Her tongue, her lips, her sucking and even her hot breath were turning him into a sex maniac! She loved the thought of it!

Pulling her mouth away from his cock for a second, she asked, "Will you... will you fuck me?" Her voice wasn't as steady as she'd hoped it would be when she asked him, but it would have to do. The man didn't seem to notice.

"Hell, babe, I don't think I could keep myself from it. Not with you giving me such a good blowjob!"

The words made her all quivery and weak inside. He wanted to fuck her now! He wanted her as desperately as she wanted him. The teenager ran her finger all over his belt and pants until she had unfastened them. With a little bit of acrobatics, she wormed him out of his pants. Naked from the waist down, his cock at rigid attention, he was ready. And he immediately took over. His hands pressed down on her, rolling her over onto her back. His next move was anticipated by the teenager. She helped him strip off her useless panties. They had been good to torment him into wanting her. Now they were only in the way. And she wanted nothing in the way of that delicious, long cock!

"Go on, Gil. Take me! Fuck me good!"

"God, what a lovely snatch you've got. Never seen one so willing before," he cried.

She let her legs drift open in wanton invitation to his cock. The sight of that purple bludgeon of cock was getting to her. She didn't know how much longer she could hold back the sexual pressures building up inside her body.

The girl was afraid she might cum at any second. She wanted him to be deep inside her before she climaxed. Raising her legs and bending her knees, her cunt was soon vulnerable to his assault. His cock came hurtling in and down, right on target. They both gasped as the blunt nose touched her pussylips. For a brief second, he poised there, letting her cunt juices dribble out over his fevered cock. Then his hips jerked spasmodically and he was driving hard and fast into her cunt. This was no dream. None of her fantasy yearning had ever been this vivid, this exciting. She could feel the thick cock spreading her apart inside. His massive cock was driving hard toward her belly. The soft folds of her virgin cunt stretched in a vain attempt to take all that new invader into her pussy.

He gasped, then hesitated, his prick buried only a few inches up her snatch. "Shit, you're a goddamned virgin! A virgin wanting to be fucked! I heard about the new morality and all that, but I never...."

"Get on with it! Damn you, damn you, bust my cherry for me! I want you, darling, I want you to fuuuuck meeee... RAPE ME, PLEASE!"

She screamed loudly as he rammed home all the way up her cunt. His cock had pressed firmly against her hymen for a second. Then the pressure he was exerting began to stretch the tough membrane. With a quick jab of his hips, he was through her cherry and deep up her virgin cunt. Buried balls deep, he hesitated for a moment. He couldn't believe it was this good. Never had he found a cunt so tight and hot. The pressure all around his prick was threatening to crush him flat. He resisted the impulse to immediately withdraw. He wanted to get the full effect of being the first up this virgin's cunt. The teenager was crying, moans coming from deep in her throat. He ignored them. She'd love it by the time he was finished with her. If he could hang on to his control long enough, that was. The tightness of her pussy along with the juiciness of it were threatening his self- control. His cock felt like a fuse that'd been lit. The heat surged back along his length until it got to his balls. There, he felt the thick stew of his cum begin to boil and churn. His nuts tumbled and lurched in their tiny pouch until he was almost crying out in pain. He had to cum! And yet he wanted more, lots more, of this teenaged cunt!

"Oh, Jesus, I just can't handle this much longer!" he grunted. Reluctantly, he began pulling himself out of her cunt. If he didn't, he'd cum just like a teenaged kid getting his first piece of ass. He wanted to prolong the fucking as long as he could. At first, he hadn't wanted anything to do with this hot babe. Then, after he'd felt her hot mouth on his prick, he knew he wouldn't be able to get enough of her. He wanted to fuck her cross-eyed. When only the purpled knob of his prick remained inside her pussylips, he spoke.

"Like it? You're bleeding like a stuck pig but that'll pass real quick if I keep going. What's it to be?" he asked, but he knew what her answer was going to be.

"Fuck me," she sobbed over and over. "Fuck me the best you can!"

"You got it... goddamn, motherfuck me!"

And his hips shot forward once more. This time there was no cherry to impede his progress. He surged all the way up the young girl's pussy until his balls wetly slapped against her ass. This time he didn't hesitate. He was retreating immediately. And fucking hard into her. He established a slow, methodical rhythm to his movements. He soon had her thrashing and moaning under his cock just like every other woman he'd fucked. She loved him, she loved his big prick bringing her so much pleasure. She couldn't put it all into words. The pain had been terrible, but only for a split second. Then he was all the way up her cunt. His thick cock was pulsing and throbbing and telling her how much he loved her. She'd do anything to keep that cock in her cunt. When he began to pull out, she'd tried to stop him by tightening her stomach muscles. She'd failed. Her body betrayed her. The blood mixed with her own cunt juice was simply too slippery to hold him inside if he wanted out. The pain had quickly washed away as he continued to methodically stuff his cock all the way up her cunt. He was fucking her like a woman should be fucked. This was better than any of the stories the teenaged girl had ever read. Some of those stories had seemed sordid and tawdry. This was simply the finest thing that had ever happened to her. And she let him know it.

"Oh, Gil darling, you're wonderful. I... I can't begin to, ummm, ohhh, thank you... god, you're so good!"

"Wait till you really get off on my cock!" he said.

"Really get off?" She was confused. Her body was telling her this was stupendous, the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her. What did he mean?

She leaned back and let him continue fucking her. Slowly, she began to understand what he'd meant. Having her cherry busted was painful and that had masked a lot of the pleasure pouring over her. Now that the pain was far behind her, the real joys of fucking were taking their toll of her young body. The sexual tensions building up in her belly were tremendous. She simply couldn't believe the sensations could be so wonderful. Better than any of the times she'd masturbated, she knew she was approaching a real climax. The icy fingers gripping hard at her insides told her this was what real women felt when they got off in a big way on a man's cock. And she was going to sail off into a sexual orbit higher and farther out than any she'd ever hit before. His strokes in and out of her pussy became shorter, more insistent. The friction of his fucking mounted. Her cunt walls burned with the joy of his cock's passage. Soon even her cunt juices were burned away by the carnal heat of his prick. As his hips blurred from rapid movement, she felt the fires in her belly flare into forest fire. They threatened to consume her. At first, she fought them off. She didn't want this strange, new feeling to devour her whole. Then she realized his cock was too powerful for her. The man was simply too masterful, his cock too long and hard, for her to deny what he was doing to her. Her hips began moving of their own accord. She began thrusting her pelvis downward in an attempt to get even more of his prick up her needy cunt. That cunt, which had been lonely for so long, now couldn't get enough of that tasty cock. She was turned into a cock-hungry bitch.

"More, more, MORE!" she shrieked. It was as if another person were doing the shouting. She was almost detached as she itemized every single feeling fleetingly racing through her young body. Her huge tits were like melons thrust into a fire. She should have removed her E-cup bra, she knew now. The elastic band strained to expand as she writhed on the rug. That long, swift cock vanishing between her pink, well-oiled pussylips inflamed her senses. The cock was rubbing firmly against her softly folded pussy walls. Not content, it raced deep up into her belly. The path it took burned with liquid fire. She couldn't get her breath any longer. Panting, gasping, she felt a giant hand clutching wildly at her. She came, her entire body convulsing as the hand squeezed firmly on her. As the girl enjoyed the first real orgasm of her young life, the man so avidly fucking her gasped. Her cunt had collapsed like a mine shaft around his prick. He was almost crushed to a bloody pulp.

No longer could he hold back. His fiery stream of white cum blasted out into her cunt. Her womb was flooded with cum. He screamed and cried out as he rammed deep into her pussy. Never had he felt such a clinging hot cunt around his cock. Sweaty, tired, he felt his immense prick limply droop out of her pussy, swing down, bounce off his thigh and loudly slap her swollen pussylips. He rocked back, sitting on his heels, and looked down at the wanton teenager. Her cunt was still widely exposed to him, a still steady stream of his cum spurting out onto her pussy hair, soaking her crotch.

Buffy opened her brown eyes and softly said, "It was even better than I thought it'd be. Thank you."

"Hell, I'm the one who should be thanking you. It's been too long since I had virgin pussy."

"Virgin cunt, huh? I'll be damned," came a soft voice from across the room.

Buffy looked up, suddenly frightened. She hadn't known she had an audience to her very first lay. Standing by the door, picking his fingernails clean with the long bladed knife was Andy. He was looking like a cat that had just eaten a canary. From the look on his face, Buffy knew what Andy was thinking about. She tried to chastely cover up her cunt and failed. Gil was in the way.

"Hey, don't bother hiding that little pussy from me, doll," Andy said, smiling even more broadly. "I seen my share."

"What do you want, Dufresne?" snapped Gil. "I didn't invite you in."

"Hey, man, cool it. I didn't want to intrude on your knocking off a piece of ass, honest. But the door was open and, what the hell, you know?"

Buffy didn't like the way he leered at her. Yet, there was something in the man's demeanor that attracted her in spite of herself. He took command and she liked that. But she felt obliged to stand beside her man.

"Gil said he didn't invite you in. What do you want besides indulging your sick peeping Tom desires?"

"Hey, a filly with a little fire. You can really pick 'em, Gil." A quick snap and the wicked blade vanished. Then Andy drifted over to the divan and dropped down into it. "I just wanted to tell you the boss said no to you having a few extra days on that debt you owe us."

"Look, Andy, this is embarrassing."

"Yeah, I bet. You with a limp cock and half bare-ass naked. Yeah, I can just imagine!"

He laughed loudly.

"Gil," said Buffy, hastily pulling her skirt down as soon as the man moved a little, "is there anything I can do?"

"No. This is between me and them."

"Hey, now, don't go sayin' things like that, Gil boy," said Andy. "I'm thinking I got a few bucks ahead. How about me loaning you the couple yards till you get paid?"

Andy licked his lips as he looked at Buffy. The intent was obvious. He wanted a little young stuff in return for not collecting the bet for a few more days.

Gil hastily looked from Buffy to Andy and back again. "Uh, look, Buffy, this is an awful lot to ask, but, uh..."

"What will he do to you if I don't... you know?"

"Maybe kill me. He's a brutal man."

"Now, now, Gil baby, not that brutal. With a soft, willing babe, I can be real gentle. Yeah, real gentle, indeed." He smiled, revealing a broken tooth.

Buffy shuddered. She didn't like the idea of selling herself to the bookie, but if she didn't there was no telling what he would do to Gil. She just couldn't sit by and let Andy kill Gil. Not after the fucking he'd just given her. He'd opened up new dimensions of her sexuality for her. He'd made her a woman, a real woman. She owed him something.

"If I do let you, what then?" Her voice broke from nervousness.

Andy laughed harshly. "I let your boyfriend have till Friday afternoon to cough up the bread he owes. That's it."

"You don't erase the bet or anything else?" she asked. There was a hidden world here she knew nothing about but she wanted to get the most out of letting the man fuck her.

"Hell, no! The boss would skin me alive. I'm loanin' your lover boy the money out of my own pocket. You're the interest, honey. What's it gonna be?"

"Gil?" she asked, her voice a frightened animal.

"Up to you. I... I'd really appreciate it if you would. I'll do anything I can for you. Give you an A for history," he finished lamely.

Andy laughed. "Give 'er an A, huh? Christ but I wish I was a goddamned high school teacher. I'd give every fuckin' one of the skirts an A if they'd let me fuck 'em."

"All right. Go on. But you'd better give Gil the time he needs to get the money together." She sat primly on the carpet, her legs crossed. The rough shag brushed across her sensitive pussylips and made her acutely aware that she had no panties on.

Andy was running the zipper down on his trousers. His cock leaped out, eager to bury itself up the sweet, young pussy.

"On your hands and knees, bitch. I'm gonna fuck you like a bitch in heat. You like it like that?" Seeing her confusion, he added, "Or do you know? Shit, I think you are a virgin."

Buffy firmed her lips and said tartly, "You just wait. You'll find out for sure!"

She quickly got on her hands and knees like the man had instructed her. Not certain what was in store, she braced herself. Her entire body was tense, expectant. She felt the man scoot up close behind her. His hands reached under her skirt and hiked it up over her waist. Her naked ass was exposed to his leer. For the first time, she had the fleeting feeling she'd made a mistake, that she should have let Gil take his bruises like a man. Then she felt the probing finger working between the thick slabs of her rounded asscheeks. A deep, wracking shudder passed through her young body when that finger dipped lower and lower into the humid crease of her ass.

"Like that, don't you?" the man demanded.

"Y... yes. I do!"

"Good. Here it comes in even deeper!"

She almost fell flat on her face as the man's finger drove hard against her ass. He pressed into the tightly clenched little muscle and then surged all the way up her ass. Once buried up to his third knuckle, he began wiggling his finger. She thought she'd faint. The sensation deep up in her bowels was totally different from having a cock in her cunt, fucking her. This was both stimulating and repulsive. She hated herself for liking it, yet couldn't deny her body craved the anal attention it was getting.

"You sure do groove on that," the man said. "I can tell when a babe likes something. You're gonna love this."

Suddenly her ass was empty. He'd yanked his finger out. Before she could protest, she felt his denim-clad thighs pressing into her naked ass. The thick shaft of his cock spread her asscheeks and drove hard for her cunt. When the fat tip of his prick rammed into her pussylips, she screamed. It hadn't hurt. The cry was from surprise. Surprise and the sudden knowledge she was actually wanting this man's prick! It didn't matter to her who was fucking her as long as she got enough steely hard prick up her cunt!

The man's cock drove between the well-greased cuntlips and up into her cunt. She sighed deeply and felt his cock begin its way up into her belly. She almost collapsed when he bent forward and put his entire weight on her back. His cock was all the way up her cunt - that made her feel weak and rubbery in reaction - but the weight pressing down was almost too much.

"Don't fall flat on your face, you stupid cunt!" he snarled. "Take it all, damn you!"

She cowered at his harsh words but the feel of his prick moving gently inside her comforted the girl. She stiffened her arms and held up his entire weight.

"That's more like it. Now, shake your shoulders a little," he commanded her.

She obeyed and found her bra coming loose. Somehow, he had managed to unfasten her bra as well as unbuttoning her thin blouse. As she moved, she found the man's hands clamped firmly on her dangling tits. The suddenness of it sent a brand new thrill of delight into her youthful body.

"I... I like it!" she exclaimed, surprised at herself for admitting it to this man. She should have been hating every second of this forced sex. It was just the opposite.

She loved it.

"Yeah, thought you would," he said. His hips moved in slow, deliberate strokes. He was fucking her with languid motions.

The girl decided to ride along and enjoy it the best she could. And there was so much to enjoy!

She tried to sort over the feelings assaulting her body. The feel of the cock in her almost-virgin cunt was nice, too nice for words alone to fully describe. But there was more, so much more! The way the man's hands worked on her tits told her he was an expert at this type of lovemaking. He stroked down the soft slopes of her jugs until all the blood rushed to the very tips. Then he took the nipples between thumb and forefinger. Rolling the turgid pebbles of flesh around sent daggers of desire lancing deep into her chest. She told him how much she enjoyed it.

"I never felt anything so, ummmm, so gooood! The way your hands press into my tits really turns me on!"

"Yeah. Does all the little girls. But what about my cock? Like it?"

He jabbed forward to punctuate his question. She shoved her hips back to meet his thrust. The teenager quickly found that a little rotary motion was enough to give her a real thrill. His cock plunged deep into her newly reamed cunt but that wasn't enough for her now. She was becoming completely aware of her body, its responses and the ways she could indulge in even more pleasure. The cock fucking her was only a start towards ultimate pleasure. If she worked at it, she could give herself even more delight. Her hips caused his prick to corkscrew into her cunt from behind. The feeling of his rough jeans against her naked ass was a turnon. The throbbing prick delving far into her love channel sent tremors quaking into her body. But her own actions ground his crotch firmly into her butt. The prickly feel of his bush turned her into a sex maniac.

"Ungh! I... I need more!" she cried.

Her hips sailed back to meet his every thrust. He had begun fucking with more force. It wasn't enough. She had to have it all, then.

"Damn, but you're a tight one. Tight and hot. I can see why the teacher over there keeps you around." He began powerful piston motions into her body.

The girl grunted as she took each and every thrust. Everything was beginning to spin around. The room gyrated crazily and her body was a vessel filled to overflowing with joy. The cock fucking her juicy cunt and the hands fondling her boobs finally combined to ignite her fiery orgasm. A choked gasp, then her body went wild. Her hips wiggled around as if she were epileptic. Her head tossed up and down like a wild stallion trying to escape the bonds of a corral. Most of all, she gave the bookie a ride for his money. Her cunt walls tightened around his prick. He gasped in reaction. Then he really began fucking her. He had to. If he tried to remain quiet and enjoy the firmness of young pussy, he would have lost it.

Him, an experienced cocksman, blowing his load! That would have been too humiliating. He had to try to save face. It was hard. She was instinctively sapping his control with every movement of her body. As her hips swiveled around and around, she tried to jerk his prick out by the roots. Her cunt muscles were like a velvet-lined vise. Clutching frantically at the long prong inside her pussy, she tried to break it off. If it hadn't been for the gushing love juices lubricating her cunt and his prick, she might have succeeded. But the movement was enough to make the man gulp and swallow hard. He'd fucked the best and never had one of them gotten to him like this young teenager was doing. He rode her hard all through her orgasm, then vowed he'd get her off again as quick as he could. The man knew it wouldn't be long before he jetted out his slippery cum into her hungering cunt. One hand continued to stroke and fondle her ample boobs. He alternated from one tit to another now. First he rolled the hard little nipple around on her left tit until she groaned loudly, then he switched. He shoved down hard on the tip of her right tit. Trying to mash that mound of soft flesh to her chest was fun. The very attempt to mold her titflesh into a new and excitingly different form occupied his thoughts for several minutes. But no matter how hard he tried, the pliant young tit always flowed back into its original cone shape. The girl was going wild with ecstasy. The lances of delight searing her chest were magnified by his handling of her boobs. First a lightning bolt would touch the very nipple of one tit, then electrical joy would arc over to her other jug. She was kept guessing what he would do next. When he moved his free hand across her slightly domed belly and through the thick bush of her pussy mound, she tensed. An animal-like cunning had possessed her. She knew what he was going to do. While he fucked her, his hand drifted down to her go-button. He firmly flicked her pea-sized clit back and forth until her body simply wouldn't contain the excitement any longer. She came once again. If the first orgasm had been huge, this was even larger. Her universe shattered. She limply collapsed, head cradled by her arms. This shoved her ass up into the air and allowed him even deeper penetration of her cunt.

"Keep going. I... I, oh, oooohhh!" and she came again. She couldn't even tell him how much she was enjoying his fucking.

But that was pointless. He guessed her thrill at the feel of his cock. His prick accidentally slipped out of its well-greased slot with one of her frantic movements. And she was the first to complain.

"Damnit! Get your prick back in me! I want it soooo badly!"

"Don't sweat it, doll. It's all yours!" He had to use his hand to guide himself back into her juicy cunt. Bent over her body as he was, he couldn't see his intended target. His prick was something like a heat- seeking missile. He could home in on any cunt within range and spear it dead center. Usually. This was a decidedly unusual case. How many virgin pussies did he find in a year? He was so excited at the prospect - and what she was doing to him - he would have missed several times if his hand hadn't been lurking around her crotch.

"Can't believe this. So tiiight!" he moaned. The blood was pounding hard in his temples. His good luck in finding the teacher with such a foxy teenager was unbelievable. He'd have to hook the sucker some more if he had such great pussy to offer up in way of payment.

"Keep fucking, keep fucking my tight little pussy!" she begged.

"Damned small," he agreed. "But not poor, no way, not poor! But little!"

He felt his prick spreading her tightly puckered pussylips again and dipping deep into the velvety passage. If he'd fucked into a blast furnace, it couldn't have been hotter. And with the pressure all around his cock, he was certain a giant fist was crushing him. He loved it. She was almost paralyzed with the sensations smashing into her untried body. The girl knew this was something out of the ordinary. Just how good, she didn't have the experience to tell. With a supreme effort, she squeezed down powerfully on his prick as it vanished once again up her pussy. This was all it took to bring the man off. She felt his torrential outpouring of cum as his prick stiffened, then bucked about wildly as it fountained out spurt after spurt of cum. She took it all, wondering at the intense feelings it produced inside her. She came again while his cock was still dancing madly inside her pussy. Then, it was over. Weakened, she fell forward onto the floor. The rough rug irritated her face, but Buffy no longer cared. Her cunt burned with cum. Her cuntlips were rubbed raw from the fucking. Most of all, deep down inside, her cunt ached horribly. The full effect of having her cherry busted was catching up with her. Buffy was filled with sexual fulfillment, but the physical side of her lovemaking was just taking hold in her young body. She looked back at Andy. His cock looked silly dangling down, red and wilted. He quickly tucked it back into his jeans and smiled his evil smile at her.

"Damn good fuck, kid. You just bought your old man a little extension on paying off his debt." Andy Dufresne stood, nodded to Gil and then left.

Buffy turned and looked at Gil. The man was sitting on the sofa, his face a stolid mask. For the time, she couldn't read his expression. Whether he was shocked or glad or simply amused, she wasn't able to tell.

"Gil?" she asked, her voice quaking a little, "will he be back? Do you think he'll keep his promise?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Andy is a straight shooter. As straight as one of those cocksuckers can ever be. I'll get my time to raise the bread. Hell, my paycheck will just barely cover it all." Then he looked at the girl on his rug.

His expression brightened and Buffy thought he was onto a brilliant scheme to get those men off his back. She asked, "Did you think of a way of paying them off? Without using your paycheck?"

"Yeah, Buffy, yeah, I think I have." He eyed her appreciatively and in a way she didn't especially like.

Still, though, she heard herself saying, "If there's anything I can do to help..."

Gil was answering, "There just may be. There just might be a way you can get me out of this jam." And then he laughed.

The next day's history class dragged by. Gil had told Buffy he wanted to see her after class. She could hardly wait. Thoughts of them sneaking off to his apartment and screwing again filled her head. That would drive away the dull ache deep in her gut.

The bell rang and Gil said, "Okay, class. Take off. Have a nice weekend." The last words were spoken to an empty classroom - empty save for Buffy.

"Come on up here, Buffy," he told her. "I want to know if you were serious about saying you'd help me out in whatever way you could."

Her heart in her throat, she answered, "Sure, Gil. Anything." And she meant it.

He silently unzipped his pants. His massive prick limply flopped out. He gazed down at it and then told her, "Suck it hard. Even better, suck me off."

"Here, in the classroom? But we might be seen!"

His grin told her he got off on that thrill of possible discovery. "Sure we might. But go ahead and do it! NOW!"

She almost jumped to his crotch to take his cock lovingly in hand. It pulsed weakly, not at all like the vibrant prick she'd had in her cunt the day before. But she'd change that in a hurry. If he wanted her to give him head, she'd give him the best blowjob ever!

Her lips closed firmly on the very tip of his prick. The plum-tipped cock began hardening the instant she kissed it. As she sucked in more and more of the length, she found herself with a growing mouthful of prick. No deepthroat expert, she had to back away as it hardened into its full ten-inch length.

"Go on," he urged. "Suck harder!"

She began kissing and licking the entire length of the now-rigid prickshaft. It was almost a holy relic for her. It was something to worship. This was the cock which had freed her from the bonds of childhood and awakened the woman in her loins. She loved it. She had to show him exactly how much she loved his tasty prick. Sucking it back into her mouth, she let her teeth drag over the sensitive sides. He groaned loudly but didn't complain. This spurred her on to even more active oral acrobatics. Her tongue flew around and around the very tip, massaging, stroking, lightly touching. When she tried to stuff her tongue down the pinprick hole at the end of his cock, both of them knew she couldn't succeed. It didn't matter. All that counted was the attempt. It gave them both a surge of pure, undiluted joy. Her knowledge of his excitement was transmitted by the added jerking and dancing around of the cock in her mouth.

"Keep going. And suck harder. I love it when you suck on my cock. Oh, yeah, yeah! That's the way, babe, that is itttt!"

She felt the rubbery tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth. Not knowing quite what to do, she cradled his prick with her rough, pink tongue. He seemed to like this. Every time she wiggled her tongue, he groaned just a little louder. Once, she feared someone was coming into the room. The doorknob rattled just as the man emitted a particularly soulful moan of joy. She started to abandon her post at his cock but powerful fingers laced through her hair and kept her head planted firmly at his crotch.

"Keep sucking. Let me worry about us getting caught," he told her.

The words seared in the girl's ears. She couldn't believe the man would be so blatant about this. The thought of someone coming in just as she was taking the prick into her mouth added a certain thrill to the blow- job, however.

In spite of herself, she was getting hot at the possibility of someone - like the principal - discovering her giving her teacher head.

"You do it real good," he told her, his voice beginning to quaver a bit more than it had. The teenager knew she was really stirring the man's passions when his cock began to expand.

It had been large as soon as she took it fully into her mouth. With her tongue pressed sensuously against it, she could feel the excited blood throbbing hard in the fleshy length. The girth broadened and, though it hardly seemed possible, she thought the cock was actually growing longer. She sucked harder. The response was immediate. She had a mouthful of sweet cum. As the first gooey white rope of cum arched over her tongue and splattered into her tonsils, she was repulsed. This wasn't the way it should be. The cock should have been in her cunt, fucking her hard and long. Then she captured a little of the cum on her tastebuds. The savory taste was enough to convince her. She was addicted to sucking cock, sure. Now she had an added source of enjoyment - a man's cum.

"Ummm, goood!" she managed to mumble around the thick plug of prick in her mouth.

Her teacher could only moan and thrust his still spurting cock hard into her mouth. He was face-fucking her and she loved it. Her sucking became a thing of honor with her. She had to milk him of every single drop of his pearly cum. Greedy and hungry for cock, she licked and lapped up his cum until his prick melted and flowed from her mouth. A single drop of cum dribbled down her chin.

Gil looked down at her and said, "Be neater next time," but he smiled as he said it.

Buffy grinned up at him and let her tongue loop out to snare the blob of his cum. She eagerly scooped it up and slurped it into her mouth. A look of contentment came over her face.

"Goddamn, but you really enjoy that, don't you?"

"Sure, Gil. Anything with you is super!" The look on her face told him she wasn't just hyping him. She meant it.

"Well, if you'll do anything for me, I desperately need out of this jam with Andy Dufresne."

"I thought everything was okay, with him after... after I let him fuck me." The girl had a moment's fear that the bookie had gone back on his word.

"I... I made another bet. I lost." The forlorn look on Gil's face made Buffy want to comfort him. This betting thing was so bad! If only she could help him.

But how?

He told her.

"Look, Buffy. You know Big Brooks Stanford? The basketball star?"

"Sure. Everyone does. He's the reason Eight Mile High School is going to win the state championship. The big game tonight will get us into the finals." She sighed thinking about Big Brooks.

He earned his nickname - he was big. Almost seven feet tall, in fact. An idle thought passed across her mind as she wondered if he had a cock to match his height.

"I've made a deal with Andy. Some heavy betting has gone down on the other team. I want you to, uh, keep Big Brooks occupied so he'll miss the game tonight."

Buffy looked at Gil, barely understanding what he was asking of her. She agreed and was pleased at the relief on his face. Anything that could make him this happy was something she'd have to go through with. But how could she keep Big Brooks away from the game short of kidnapping him? Then it hit her what Gil was asking of her. He wanted her to seduce the basketball player, to have him fuck her. Nothing else would be incentive enough for the star player to miss such an important game. A shudder hit her. Then she looked into her history teacher's eyes. The pleading, the sorrow, convinced her. She'd do it. For Gil, she'd do it and to hell with the consequences.

Buffy had dressed up in a way she thought would surely catch Big Brooks's attention. The black stockings and the ultra-tight skirt and blouse, unbuttoned almost to her navel, would surely stop him in mid-stride. The attire had been getting all sorts of wolf whistles from virtually everyone else. It had to attract the basketball player. Otherwise, she'd be lost. And so would Gil Hadley. He'd told her Andy would kill him if Eight Mile High didn't lose the game. Big money had been bet on the underdog and the people doing the betting didn't like to lose. They got mean when they lost money. Finally, Brooks came striding out. Buffy caught her breath involuntarily. She'd seen the basketball player many times during games, but never up so close. He was a giant.

She was only 4'10, and he was almost seven feet tall! The twenty-six-inch difference made for a ludicrous combination, but Buffy steeled herself to make the pitch. She had to keep him out of the game tonight. If it took her body to do it, the price was cheap. She kept thinking of what would happen to Gil if she failed.

Hi Brooks!" she said, looking up at the player. "Got a minute?"

She threw her shoulders back a little more to press her tits against the already tight blouse. Her nipples appeared in relief on the thin fabric. It was immediately apparent she hadn't bothered to wear a bra.

"Sure, honey. For someone who looks as good as you, I got all the time in the world. What can I do for you?"

She coyly lowered her eyes and found herself staring almost directly into the boy's crotch. He was only eighteen, but her original speculations about the size of his prick came back to haunt her. If the mound in his jeans was any indication, he had one hell of a huge cock.

"Lots, I'll bet. Can we go somewhere more private?"

Brooks glanced at his watch, then said, "Sure thing. I got an hour or so before the coach wants the team here for the game. Think of a way to kill the time?"

"All sorts of ways I can see," she said. Her hand went out and wiggled into his pocket. She felt his prick quiver in anticipation. It began to harden into a real fucking tool as she lightly stroked it through the cloth of his pants.

"Do you go around picking up studs like this all the time? How come you've neglected me for so long?"

"Maybe I was saving the best for last. Tell me, do nice guys finish last?"

Brooks laughed a deep, booming laugh. "I hope so. With a hot one like you wrapped around my prick, I'll do my damnedest to finish last. Never did believe in the first come-first serve philosophy of fucking."

"Good." She guided him away with her hand. He came willingly. On impulse, she asked, "Do little girls pick you up like this often?"

"All the time. Something about being a star, maybe. Or it could be curiosity."

"What do you mean?"

"They all want to find out if my cock matches my height. It does."

"Show me."

He smiled. "Here's a good place."

He led her into the school again. The halls were deserted and he boldly pushed his way into the teacher's lounge. It was carpeted and had a large sofa.

"Here we are, babe. Nobody ever comes in here after 3:30 or so. We got it all to ourselves."

"And I've got you all to myself." The nervousness faded as she began stripping off her blouse. She was curious to see the player's prick.

He had bragged about its length. Her crotch was growing moist at the thought it was big and thick. It had to be a real pussy-pleaser. The couple buttons on her blouse were quickly undone and she stood naked to the waist in front of him. He whistled appreciatively and she threw him the discarded blouse.

"Here. Hold this for me. And I'll hold something of yours!"

She reached down and quickly pulled out his cock. It was her turn to whistle in surprise. He hadn't been lying. His prick thrust up a full foot long, maybe more. She simply couldn't believe it was so long, and it was as thick as his forearm! She would be disabled if fucked him, but she had to do it for Gil.

"Just wait till it gets really hard," he told her.

She didn't waste time on words. Her eager mouth clamped on the very tip of his prick. Sucking, she began working down the long shaft. It wasn't possible to take it entirely into her mouth. She had trouble with pricks only seven or eight inches long. Only a sword swallower could have taken his entire length without gagging. But she did her best. He was reduced to a moaning, begging mass of flesh in nothing flat. The way she kissed the sides of his erection, then took his hairy sac into her mouth and gently teased it with her tongue did the trick. He fell back on the soft divan and motioned her to climb onto his prick.

"Not yet," she said, conscious of the time. She had to prolong this fucking as long as she could. He had to miss the game. It wouldn't do to have him screw her, then split. She'd have the enjoyment of his cock, but Gil would be dead.

"Here. Take my hand." She gripped his thick wrist and pulled it to her leg. Guiding it up caused her to moan in counter-tempo with him.

"Hot damn!" he exclaimed. "You don't have any panties on!"

"No, Brooks darling, I don't. Just a garter belt to hold up the stockings. I wanted everything to be ready... for you!"

"Hot damn!" he repeated. "I'm sure as hell ready! And the way your cunt's juicing now, I'd say you are, too!"

Huge hands gripped her around her petite waist and hoisted her bodily into the air. She struggled a little. She wanted him to feel her up some more. A bit more cocksucking, and then... then she'd let him screw her. He obviously had other plans. She found her legs split wide on either side of his massive body. He was so tall, he didn't appear big. But he was. The boy was massive, all muscle and bone. He gently dropped her around his upward thrusting cock. She reached down and gripped his prick so that it was aimed directly at her snatch. As it touched her outer pussylips, a wracking shudder passed through her young body.

"Oh, Christ, I never thought it'd be like thiiiiis! Ohmygod, you're... HUGE!"

"Sure it is, babe. Big and thick and just right for your tight little cunt!"

The immense pole shoved harder into her pussy. Her hips began to take over. She felt her body swinging from side to side, corkscrewing down on his cock. The way he stretched her inner membrane made her shriek and cry out in abject pain. She hadn't thought he would be this big! He was really big. And she began to rejoice in his thickness when her young pussy accommodated the big prick. He completely filled her to overflowing. And more cock was coming in all the time. He was lowering her on his prickshaft. She didn't think it was possible for her to get all that impossibly long cock into her cunt. She was wrong. It felt as if she could swallow and taste cock, it was jammed so far up her gut, but she took every last inch of it. And then it was her turn to give a little pleasure in return.

Squeezing her cunt, she could feel every ridge, every fold, every bump on his jerking prick. She imagined she could even sense the thick vein throbbing wildly on the top of his cock.

"God, you're tighter than any bitch I ever fucked!" he sobbed out. The tears were running down his face from reaction. She almost laughed at him, then realized tears were streaking her own cheeks. This was getting to both of them in a big way.

Wiggling her ass a little gave a brand new sensation of pleasure. His cock nudged deeply into her deeply buried cervix. The motion caused his cock to burrow even deeper up her quim. Electric charges zinged back and forth in her belly and up her spine. The mere feel of his cock filling her as it did was enough to make her catch her breath. Her body threatened to climax at any instant. When he reached under her skirt and found her clit, that was all it took for her to blast off. She thrashed wildly about the impaling spike of cock. She began bouncing up and down. There was no worry about the cock slipping out of her cunt. Not with a prick this long! She got off twice more before she was able to control her body. The teenager had never believed only a long cock was needed for pleasuring a girl.

"I can't breathe!" he complained. "Feels like a giant sitting on my chest. You really take my breath away!"

She could see his massive chest heaving up and down. It wasn't enough that she was enjoying this. She had to give him enough to continue with her far past the time he was due at the game. Slowly, she lifted herself off his cock. With a lewd sucking noise, the cock slid from her cunt. When only a couple inches was left inside her cunt, she began sliding down his pole again. With the cock entirely in her, their crotches touching, she began swinging from side to side. This ground her bush into his. The sharp gasp and the massive jerk of his cock in her cunt told her he was getting a full measure of excitement from her tight pussy. She wanted to keep him on the hook. She repeated the motion. This time, her descent was faster. She gasped as the cock surged into her. It generated more friction than any man's cock ever had before. And all along the length of her pussy, that massive prick rubbed and caressed and stimulated her. He was touching her innermost pussy walls with his cock. And he wasn't missing a single square inch anywhere along the way! She tried to be cool about it and failed. The feelings he was building up in her young body were too much for her to control.

The girl had still another orgasm. And this time she strained the basketball player's stamina to the breaking point. As she was gliding down from her sexual high, she felt his cock begin to thrash around madly inside her pussy. The boy's giant twelve-inch cock erupting was similar to having a rifle stuffed up her cunt, then fired. The white bullets of his cum smashed into her tender inner tissues. She felt as if she'd sat down on a volcano and it was blasting hot lava into her belly. She shook as if she had some sort of erotic palsy, then abandoned herself. She fucked wildly, wantonly, up and down the entire length of his cock as he was gushing out his cum. She got off twice more before his prick dissolved inside her. Buffy smiled down at the prone boy. He was drenched in sweat. Bending forward, she carefully licked some of the perspiration off his face.

"That was too much!" he said, his voice husky. "I never found a cunt as tight as yours! I thought you were going to gobble me up!"

"I tried, honestly, I tried!"

"Yeah. But I better get a move on. The game's going to start in a while and I can't miss it. How about after the game?"

"Can't, Brooks. But what's wrong with right now? Another quickie?" She sidled down his body and began licking the cum off his prick. Even deflated it was bigger than most cocks she'd seen. Although her experience with men was definitely limited, she knew this had to be a monster of a cock.

"No, got to goooo, oh, shit, don't you start doing thaaat!" he begged.

He tried to rise but his body betrayed him. The girl's agile tongue was working all around his cock. She had unerringly found his balls and was tormenting them with the very tip of her tongue. Plying them back and forth, she soon had him erect again.

"Got to go, gotta!" he kept saying over and over.

When he finally left, the game was well into the second half Buffy learned later that Eight Mile High had lost by a mere three points. Big Brooks had been sorely missed. Buffy quickly left the school. The deserted hallways gave her the creeps. She was sure that the teachers were lurking behind the doors, just waiting to pounce on her. And she had this gut-level feeling that all of them had been watching her seduce Big Brooks. She smiled to herself at the thought. It didn't really matter, she decided. So what if they had been watching? She'd enjoyed the bout with the basketball player. Never in her thirteen years had she seen a prick so huge, so powerful. It had been quite an experience having it jammed all the way up her pussy. Buffy knew she'd willingly let Big Brooks fuck her any time he wanted. She also that, after tonight, he might not even be on the team. That didn't matter. They could take away his honor but no one could take away that huge twelve-inch cock. That was what she was most interested in. Ever since Gil had deflowered her, her body's demands for sex had been growing. No longer was she content to simply masturbate. She had to have sex with men having huge cocks. Gil had turned her into a nymphomaniac. The very thought of Gil waiting for her speeded her steps. She reached his apartment and boldly knocked. The gnawing hunger deep in her crotch was threatening to devour her. She had to have his cock plugged up her again. Only in this way could she drive out the demon of lust for a while. He came to the door, a smile on his face.

"Buffy! Come in, come in!" He kissed her full on the lips. She wanted to pursue this farther but he pushed her away. She saw why.

Andy Dufresne was seated on the sofa leering at them. Again, she felt the odd attraction-repulsion toward the bookie. There was something that appealed to her about him. He exuded an aura of raw power. He could do things, important things. Yet, he was a weasel of a man who was threatening Gil. She couldn't forgive him for that.

"Good job, doll. A damn good job. Big played for less than two minutes. Damn, but I never saw a coach so pissed off before! Good work!"

"I did it because Gil said you were going to do bad things to him if I didn't. Don't get the idea I'll do this for you again," Buffy said.

"Hey, don't get me wrong. This scam wouldn't work more'n once. Not with you, at any rate. I was just leaving. So you two can be alone." He grinned and said to Gil, "Don't forget what I told you. There can be good money in it for all of us."

"I won't do it. But..." his voice trailed off as he looked at Buffy.

"Yeah, man, you just think on it." And Andy left, laughing.

"What was that about, Gil? Me?"

"Sort of, Buffy. It's nothing, really. Let's celebrate. I made a killing tonight! I not only got back all my markers from Andy, I collected a cool grand more!"

"That's nice. Now that you're out of debt, are you going to stop? The betting, I mean?"

"Hell, baby, when I'm this hot, that's when I have to bet! My luck's improved since I met you! You're my good luck charm. Let me rub you a bit for some more luck!"

She liked the way he came to her, bent over her, firmly kissed her full on the lips. The teenager let her ruby lips drift open just a little. This was all the invitation the teacher needed. His tongue came into her mouth. For long minutes, their tongues entwined. She pushed his tongue out of the way and invaded his mouth. His saliva tasted sweeter than any wine. She thought she was getting drunk on it. When his tongue came and wrapped itself around hers, she began a slow, deliberate stroking motion.

Rough pink tongue fondling tongue, she pushed both their passions to the breaking point. Finally, Gil broke off the deep kiss and panted. "Even your mouth's hot! Come on. Let's get a drink and cool off a bit before we get hot again."

Buffy said nothing. She'd never been much of a drinker. On her first date, the boy had tried to get her drunk all that happened was she'd gotten deathly sick. The boy had never asked her out again. All he could talk about was her puking on the side of his car.

"Vodka okay for you? And bourbon for me." Gil quickly knocked back his drink and fixed another before handing the vodka to Buffy.

"I'm not much of a drinker, Gil." But she sampled the liquor and found it almost tasteless. It wouldn't be hard to get drunk fast on this.

"That's a vodka Collins. Tastes just like lemonade, doesn't it? Want another?"

Before she knew it, she was roaring drunk. She and Gil were soon naked and rolling on the floor, locked in each other's embrace. The slightest joke became hilarious. She couldn't stop herself from giggling when he began sucking on her tits.

"That's too much, Gil, just tooooo much!" she laughed. The man's mouth was tormenting her in new and wondrously different ways. She thought it might be partly the effect of the alcohol, but she was too drunk to really decide that for sure.

She laced her fingers through his long, black hair and pulled his face down between her ample jugs. He went "Brrrr!" and started licking up and down between her tits.

The sensation he created was almost painful in its intensity. If his tongue had been dipped in acid, it couldn't have given her greater stimulation. He worked up one snowy slope of her large titflesh and began sucking hard at her nipple. His lightest tongue-touch made her catch her breath. He was expert at bringing her passions to a fever pitch. He slowly lapped along a curving path down a cone and up the other, then pounced. He totally engulfed the entire tip of her other boob. He began working on the captured puffy nipple with his teeth. Not hard enough to hurt, only enough to stimulate, he ran his teeth back and forth over the ultra-sensitive nubbin. She thought she'd pass out from the erotic sensations smashing through her youthful, trim torso.

"My... my chest is on fire! It feels like it's filled with liquid fire and it's all pooling in my lungs!"

"Umph!" was all the answer she received. The man was too busy attending to those succulent mounds of titflesh. He wanted them crammed into his mouth where he could taste them. The flesh was slightly tangy with salt, the salt from her sweat. He licked it all up eagerly.

But he wanted those marshmallowy mounds of her knockers in his mouth. He tried to swallow one mountain of jug whole. He failed. For a thirteen-year old, she had more than ample tits. Her E-cup boobs were huge for a grown woman, but looked enormous on her petite 95-lb. frame.

"This isn't getting me anywhere," he complained, looking up at the girl. Her eyes had glazed from arousal. He decided it was time to go the route with her.

"Fuck me, Gil. I want to feel your lovely cock driving in and out of me. I want to feel it all!"

"Soon, doll, soon. Have another drink. And I'll be back in a second. I just want to get some things from the medicine chest."

She downed her drink, feeling it tingle all the way down her throat. She sighed and lay back on the carpet. Fucking on it seemed to be the best Gil could do. Of all the times she'd made it, she'd never done it in bed. She wondered if he would screw her in his bed.

Trying to stand proved more of a problem than she'd thought. Too much liquor betrayed her. Knees were too weak to support her and her sense of balance gone, the teenager had to be content with simply sitting on the floor. It struck her as incredibly funny.

"What are you laughing at, dear?" Gil asked, coming into the room with his safety razor and shaving cream.

"Oh, everything, everything," she said. "What the hell are you going to do? Shave?"

"Yeah. You."

"Me? I don't have a beard!" she laughed, stroking her chin, then reaching out to stroke his. "Neither do you right now."

"No, but you've got some hair that's got to go. Makes you seem too old for me." His fingers stroked across her auburn pussy mound, then gripped hard. He pulled and toppled her onto her back. Her bush was exposed to his eager gaze. Hands trembling, he stroked over the smooth, fleecy pubic hair until the girl asked, "Are you going to just look? Or are you going to do something... exciting!"

"Hush, child. I'm going to make you a helluva lot more attractive to a lot of men. Lean back and just let me work on your bush."

His hands drifted forward and he began diddling her clit. The sudden flash of delight that leaped through her made the teenager gasp for breath. She closed her eyes and just drifted with the feelings running wild in her belly. It was so good of him to do this for her. She loved him so! Anything he wanted, she'd give him.

"Ummm, wh-what're you doing?" she asked, feeling sudden warmth across her snatch.

Looking down, she saw her teacher applying a liberal coating of shaving cream. Her entire crotch was drenched with the frothy stuff.

"Just be quiet. I'm shaving your snatch."

The man's words didn't immediately penetrate the alcohol-fog blanketing her brain. She merely sighed and reveled in the warmth seeping into her most sensitive flesh. When the man began shaving her pubic hair off, she began to laugh.

"That's tickling me," she said.

"Almost done. Then... then, I'll give you a royal screwing you won't ever forget," he promised.

She shuddered in anticipation. That was what she wanted from him. This business about his shaving her bush was just... just what? The thoughts refused to come to her drunken mind.

A sharp intake of air caused her to open her eyes again. The teacher was licking his lips.

He said, "God, I never thought that would change you so much. You're just like a little girl now. No pussy fur or nothing! I... I gotta fuck you quick!"

She grunted as he threw himself full length on her body. His weight shoved her firmly down into the carpet, but it was his erect cock driving hard up her cunt that really excited her.

"Shaved cunt, by God, a shaved pussy!" he kept muttering over and over, his cock flying like the wind in and out of her cunt.

The friction mounted so rapidly the teenager wasn't able to fully handle her own emotions. She simply let the wondrous feeling of being fucked wash over her. She came, amid shrieks and groans of carnal delight. This was the way it should be. A man shoving his long, hard cock all the way up her juicy cunt. But not just any man. This was her man, the man she so desperately loved. For him, she'd do anything. Even let him shave her pussy. The full impact of what he'd done to her still didn't register on her brain. In addition to the alcohol, sex was now numbing her thought processes. The pleasurable sensations welling up from her cunt overwhelmed the young girl. She came again. Struggling against the spike of cock impaling her, she shoved her hips downward as hard as she could. It was suddenly important that she get as much of that prick into her as possible. Her fingernails raked long, bloody streaks on the man's back. Neither of them noticed. They were too busy enjoying the feelings building in their loins.

"Harder, deeper!" she gasped. Her fingers sought a grip on his broad back. She had to pull him down into her body. The only things mattering to her now were his cock surging back and forth like a piston in her well-greased pussy and the man's weight pressing her down.

His chest rubbed suggestively against her tits. The hair matting his chest tickled and tormented her nipples. Most of all, the weight of her teacher pressed her tits almost flat. It wasn't possible for him to permanently reshape those mountains of titflesh. He only succeeded in mashing them into her body, but that was more than enough to please the girl. He pulled himself erect then and looked down into her chocolate brown eyes. She was so like a small girl, a girl much younger than thirteen. He could imagine she was only ten or twelve. The size of her tits gave her away, but he was able to fantasize her to be much younger because of her shaven crotch. Looking down to where his prick vanished between her pinkly scalloped inner cuntlips, his was the only bush to be seen. She was nude, shaved as bare as any child of ten.

"Don't stop," she moaned from between tightly clenched lips. The feel of his cock inside her was her entire world. That was all she lived for. Without it, she'd surely go insane.

"Don't worry, darling. I'm just taking a good look at how beautiful you are. Even more beautiful now that I've cut away all that useless hair in your snatch."

"Ummm, oh, I don't care about that! All I care about is you! You and that fantastic prick! Fuck me now. Don't stop. Do it all night long!"

"Anything for you," he murmured. His hips didn't resume the exact tempo he'd used before. That was reserved for a more mature woman. This was a child, a mere babe in arms.

He drove his cock into her hot cunt with short, rapid strokes. He was ramming with thrusts designed to spark her inner fires and bring her the maximum amount of pleasure as fast as possible. He could string her out with slow, long and deep strokes or he could push her all the way to orgasm in a hurry. He wanted her to momentarily forget about what he'd done to her cunt. Pleasure would erase it all. The teacher was right. The girl was completely held captive by his prick. That was all she could think about. It was the center of her universe. As she arched her back, he rose up. With her legs locked around his waist, he was able to pull her ass up onto the tops of his thighs. She was completely bowed, her shoulders flat on the floor. Best of all, he could watch his cock going in and out of her shaved pussy. The man had to swallow hard to keep from losing all his carefully mustered control. The very sight of that naked snatch was enough to get him off. He fought the burning down. It was a slow tide pushing toward the end of his cock. He held it in check but knew it couldn't be restrained for much longer. The friction of his rapid fucking had already taken its toll on the girl. The warmth flooded through her cunt and blasted forth into her belly. She shoved her crotch down firmly onto his as she came. The number of times she soared on the winds of ecstasy was lost to her. She couldn't keep track any longer.

All that mattered was the fine sensation ripping through her. She rode one tidal wave of passion after another. The smoothness of her cunt was a brand new experience. As her cunt juice trickled out from between her tightly pursed pussylips, it lubricated her flesh. The feel of his bush rubbing across her naked skin was a brand new experience. For a girl of thirteen, she was being pushed to the limits of human pleasure. And she knew it. There couldn't be anything more pleasurable than the fucking she received from this wonderful man's cock. When his fingers pressed down across the stubble left by his razor, she shivered as if with cold. But it was a hot flash lancing into her. He had unerringly found the tiny spire of her clit. Giving it a good going over, he nudged her closer and closer to still another climax. His finger had circled around the base of the delicate nubbin. With a care she hadn't believed possible, he stroked all the way to the tip. Her arousal soared. It was almost impossible for her to catch her breath now. Everything he did to her was bringing her off.

"Like that, don't you?" His hand strayed from her clit and drifted across her pussy mound.

"Oh, yes, yes! And your cock! Keep fucking me! I'm burning up from it!"

"I just bet. I... I can't keep my cum in much longer. A - are you ready for it?"

"Yes, oh, yes!"

He continued stroking over her newly cropped bush as he levered his hips back and forth. The angle he was entering her caused a real strain on the base of his cock. She was so goddamned tight and hot and now the way he was getting into her conspired to rob him of his self-control. He lunged forward, his hips relentlessly hurling his cock into the yearning cunt. She groaned and he felt her soft, velvety cunt walls squeeze his buried length. That was all it took to pull his cum from his balls. He shot out rope after white-hot rope of cum into her pussy. It was as if the girl's cunt were milking him. Her muscles tightened, pulled and then relaxed in just the right way. Every single drop of his pearly cum was squeezed from his cock.

Afterwards, his cock shriveling he said, "If I hadn't popped your cherry myself, I'd 've thought you were the goddamnedest, youngest whore around. Never seen a babe who took to fucking as fast as you have."

She smiled sweetly. There was a radiance about her, the glow of a well- fucked woman. She said, "I had a good teacher."

Buffy was content to lie there on Gil's living room floor for a while. Somewhere along the way, the booze had burned itself out of her system. She was sober enough to know what he'd done to her. Her hand rubbed over her cunt. She shuddered in reaction. Her pussy mound looked so bare now. Buffy simply didn't understand why her beloved Gil had done such a thing to her.

"Why did you have to shave it off? I thought you loved the way my bush got all wet and juicy when we fucked?"

Gil swallowed the dregs of his bourbon and unsteadily headed for the bottle.

"I had my reasons, Buffy. You'll find out what they are real soon now. Would you like to go on into the bedroom?"

Buffy smiled. At last! She'd get to fuck him on his bed. Most little girls complained that was the only place their guy ever screwed them. She didn't know whether she was lucky or not that she turned him on so much they never got past the living room floor.

"Sure, if you'll keep me company." She idly rubbed over her bare pussy mound since that seemed to excite him as much as anything she could do.

"In a few minutes," he said looking at the clock. "In a few minutes."

She hurried off to the bedroom to await him and his cock.

Buffy raced to the bed and jumped on it like a small kid. She let the springs bounce her around, then flopped onto her back. She lifted her legs, feet planted firmly on the softly yielding surface to see what it would be like. She decided she liked it. The bed was ever so much softer than the floor, even with the carpet. Rocking back and forth, she found to her delight that she could probably get one hell of a good fucking just from the bed's spring action. She let out a low moan of anticipation and snuggled down into the bedspread. She was delighted to find it was made of fake fur. The softness of it caressed her back and ass. She wiggled a few times more to make a nice little depression in the bed. Buffy decided this was a damn sight better for making love than any old floor!

Gil came staggering in, bottle clutched in his hand. His face was a grim mask.

"What's the matter, Gil? Is anything wrong? I haven't disappointed you, have I?"

"No, nothing like that, kid. You're dynamite in the sack. For a thirteen-year old, you can't be beat."

The words cut her. She didn't want to be as good as any thirteen-year- old. She wanted to be the best ever. Nothing less would do.

"I'll try harder, Gil. Honest! I want to be better than any woman you ever had!"

"You will be if you keep up the practice sessions like you have been. No, it's not anything like that. You know I told you I made a thousand bucks off the basketball game?"

She nodded, not trusting her voice. She sensed what was coming and didn't like it one bit.

"I put it back into bets. And, well, I bet more than the grand. I lost close to two thousand."

"You told me you had the money." She was suddenly suspicious of him. This was a different tune he was singing than when she'd come in. But why should he lie to her? Didn't he love her as much as she loved him?

Sure he did!

"It's gone. And I owe a lot of bread to other bookies. Look, just this one time, will you help me out of a jam?"

"Tell me about it." She was thinking of the prior times she'd helped him. There didn't seem to be any end to the favors he asked. Yet, she couldn't really complain. Balling the basketball player had been great and even letting Andy fuck her hadn't been that bad.

In a way, Andy had touched something hidden in her. He'd stirred an elemental passion even Gil missed. But she put that out of her head. She had to concentrate on what her lover was saying.

"...there's this other bookie, see? And I owe him a bundle. He'll lay it off, maybe even forget it, in return for a very, very special favor. And that's where you come in."

She said nothing. Buffy wasn't sure she trusted herself to answer anything he said. She wanted to say no, but knew if she opened her mouth, her emotions would instantly answer yes for her.

"Okay. Ben's coming over and he wants to bang you. That's one reason I shaved your snatch. He gets off on young girls - very young girls, and that's easy for you to be, given your petite stature."

"What do you want me to do?"

He leaned forward and kissed her, his breath almost overpowering with the bourbon. "I knew I could count on you, darling. Ben wants to playact that you're his daughter. You act like you're his kid, then, well, then you just let him fuck you."

"That's it?" It sounded so easy.

"That's all there is to it. And it'll help me out of a big jam. A jam to the tune of a couple thousand bucks."

She couldn't believe Gil. It seemed incredible that any man would pay two thousand dollars just to screw his own daughter, or to screw someone pretending to be his daughter. But if Gil said it was true, it must be. He had no reason to lie to her. None at all.

"I'll do it, Gil. This one time only. You've got to promise me you'll stop betting, though. It's ruining your life."

"All right. For you, darling, I'll stop betting." She missed the cunning gleam in his eyes. He kissed her again and continued, "Want another drink before the old geezer gets here?"

"No. I'm okay. Just you..." Her words were cut off by a timid knocking at the door.

Gil hastily rose from the bed and blew her a kiss as he left the room. "Just go along with anything Ben wants and it'll be over quick."

Buffy wondered. She lay back letting the softness of the bedspread comfort her. The fur soothed her jangled nerves. It was ridiculous getting so uptight over having still another man fuck her. The idea of acting out a little scene when she didn't know the script was the thing bothering her the most. She needn't have worried. Ben supplied her with all the clues from the very instant he walked in the room. She looked up and saw a small, middle-aged man standing in the doorway. His hair was peppered with grey, a grey that Buffy thought was very dignified. In a way, it made him incredibly sexy. She moaned and rubbed over her snatch, deciding this might not be too bad a gig after all.

"What are you doing up so late?" the man demanded.

"Oh, nothing. I was just..."

"You were reading, weren't you? You were reading those dirty books I told you were forbidden. Don't lie to me!"

"Okay. I was." Buffy wondered if she should call him daddy, then decided against it.

"Show me the books. I don't want any daughter of mine reading such filth. And you only twelve years old!"

"Oh, Daddy!" the words leaked from between her lips. She quickly raced on, suddenly conscious of her nakedness. "I got rid of them. All of them."

"I think you're lying. My God, look at the shameless way you're exposing your lush, young body to me. Me, your very own father! It's a disgrace."

"Not really. I think I have a very nice body. Don't you like it?"

She sat up on the bed and took one tit in each hand. She pressed up from under the huge globes so that the nipples pointed at the man. He seemed to be reacting. She caught a faint movement in the area of his crotch. Smiling, she squeezed down on her nipples. They sprang rigid. The blood-red made startling contrast with the milky white of immense boobs. She swayed gently from side to side to make her tits bounce around and sway from left to right.

"Stop that! It's indecent!"

"But Daddy, I'm only twelve," she said. "How would I know what's indecent and what's not. Unless you show me?" she added for good measure.

He glided across the room and sat on the bed, only an arm's reach away from her. Quietly, he said, "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to shout at you. I only have your best interests at heart."

She looked down at the huge mound at his crotch. That wasn't all he had in the way of interest, she decided. Moving closer, she rubbed her naked flesh against his arm. He didn't move but his breathing became ragged, uneven.

"Show me, Daddy."

His hands were trembling as he reached out. He took one of her tits in his hand. She shivered. The hand was icy cold. Still, she shoved her chest out so that he got a handful of succulent young titflesh.

"There? Is that better? You mustn't stay so far away from me."

"I love you so!" he muttered. "I... I shouldn't do this, but..." And then he kissed her full on the lips.

She immediately let her lips part just enough for him to thrust his tongue into her mouth. Once there, she held it captive between her pearly teeth. He moaned but she continued to gently chew on his tongue. Her own pink tongue worked against the tip of his. She fondled that tongue as if it were the tip of his cock. The only thing that mattered to her was getting the man excited. Her hand moved up his leg until it rested on his crotch. From the activity she felt under her hand, she didn't have to worry too much more about getting him hot and bothered. He was ready to fuck.

Pulling away, he said, "I love you more than life itself. But... but you're my very own daughter!"

Playing her role, the girl instantly responded, "But Daddy, love comes in so many forms. Must you just look? Can't you hold me close? In your arms?"

"Yes, yes!" he hissed. "I can do that!"

"I want you so!" And her hand begin unzipping his pants. For a moment, she thought he was going to protest. Then he seemed to relax a little and began to explore her lush young body.

"Your body! I can't believe you're my daughter. But the... the snatch. It's the snatch of a little girl."

She felt his hand gliding over the naked pussy mound. The tingling his hand generated echoed through her entire body. She wanted him more than she'd have believed possible when Gil had approached her with this idea. The whole incest scene turned her on. She found herself imagining that he was her father. It made things go a lot smoother and gave her a hell of a big turnon. Arms around each other, they collapsed to the softness of the fur bedspread. She moved her shoulders a little, both to get closer to the man she was pretending to be her father and to luxuriate in the sinful pleasure given her skin by the fur.

"Kiss me, kiss me all over," she whispered hotly in his ear. Then she started nibbling on the earlobe just enough to let him know she meant every word.

"Yes, yes! Your body is all mine. It sprang from my seed, and I'll give you the gift of my seed!"

"Yes, yes, ooohhh, yes, fuck me!"

He stiffened in her arms. For a split second, she thought she'd made a mistake. Moving quickly, she threw her leg over his and began rubbing her nude snatch on his pants leg. It was enough to get his mind off her momentary lapse. She'd have to be careful in the future. She shouldn't use such "bad" words. They weren't part of a ten-year old's vocabulary - at least, not his ten-year old ideal's. She wrapped herself totally around his leg and began rubbing faster and faster. The thrill it gave her was indescribable. Every time she slid down his leg, her pussylips were pulled wide open. As she moved her hips up his leg, her entire sex gash was treated to lingering touches. When he began raising and lowering his leg, giving her added pressure on her snatch, she found she could no longer speak coherently. The only sounds coming from her lips were sounds of undiluted joy. This was the life. She didn't care if he pretended she was a garbage collector. As long as he fucked her.

"Take me, Daddy, take me with your long... thing!"

She almost made the mistake of asking him to fuck her with his long cock. That would have spoiled the atmosphere. ten-year olds didn't ask their fathers to fuck them.

"Yes, dearest, yes, I will, I will!"

His hands were more and more insistent. He clutched at her asscheeks. Pulling them apart gave the teenager a pang of pain which passed quickly. Then the finger exploring her firm young ass found her ass. The finger dipped down and into her ass. She surged forward against the man. She felt tears running down her face. The sensations running wildly through her gut needed to be put to rest with a long cock. The finger was only stirring her sexual appetites to the point where she'd do anything.

"Stick it in! I need it in me!" she begged. Her legs drifted apart in wanton invitation to his prick.

She felt the man's cock against her shaved pussy. Her hips seemed to obey their own instincts. She began rubbing up and down on his prick. She needed it inside her, but this was the next best thing. Hesitating over actually touching it, the girl used her body to convey the aching need she felt. The man seemed to know what she felt. He reached down between their bodies and started stroking across her cunt-mound. He seemed to come alive at the feel of the hot, fevered flesh that had once been under her pubic hair.

"Oh, daughter mine, I love you! And now, take this gift! I'm going to give you my seed! I'll plant it in you."

"Plant it deep!" she cried. Her hand closed over his and guided him along her well-greased cuntlips. His hand was shaking. At least, she thought it was his hand that quivered so. It might have been hers.

Rolling over onto her back, she moved her legs as wide open as possible. His hand was still covering her sex gash. She managed to get him to shove a finger up her cunt. In a few seconds, his entire hand was moist with her pussy juice.

"Isn't that so much nicer than up my ass? Go on, Daddy, give me your gift. Your daughter wants her present from you right now!"

He heavily turned and crushed her down into the bed. His face was flushed with exertion, with excitement. His breath was a hot gale exciting her. Every time it swirled around her turgid nipples, she felt a new thrill.

"Hurry, hurry!" she urged. "I can't wait for you!"

"I am cumming, cumming, ohhhh, ummmm, yessss!" he sighed as he gently penetrated her body. Buffy gasped as she felt his cock slithering into her pussy. The gentle way he entered her almost took her by surprise. She had become used to the forceful fucking, the sudden intrusion all the way up her cunt. None of that with this man. He was treating her as if she were his very own daughter being fucked for the first time. The girl decided to go along with it. The difference in lovemaking styles was amazing to her.

"Go on, move, move, MOVE!"

He moved. At first, he fucked her with deliberate strokes. She felt his cock fully inside her. She simply lay there and let him do his thing. She tensed her cunt muscles just a little and felt the thick, broad purpled head of his prick. But that was only part of the pillar of prick fucking her. The sides were rippled with skin moving gently back and forth, stimulating both of them as he moved. She'd never been fucked by a man with a foreskin still intact before. The way it bunched up around the head of his cock gave her a tiny tremor that shot into her belly. As he pulled back, the man had a way of giving her a little twitch. He didn't jerk or yank yet the effect was the same. He was telling her how much he cared for her, how much pleasure he could give with his prick.

"Faster, ohhh, give it to me faster, harder! Treat me rough!"

"Yes, my little one, yes, I will!"

And he began working faster in her cunt. His prick began to surge in and out of her, fucking her good. She couldn't complain about his cocksmanship. He was playing her like a fish on a line. He built up her passions to the point where she felt she'd cum, then he eased off. Before she could complain, he started in with a new and wonderfully different method of stimulating her. He moved from diddling her clit to stroking over the smooth mound of her sex, then reached under and squeezed down firmly on her tight ass. Just as she became super-excited from one area's stimulation, he quickly moved on and began letting her know the full thrill of having all her erogenous zones turned on at the same time.

"I... I'm cummiiing!" she shrieked.

"Yes, my dear, yes, yes!"

And she came amid shouts and thrashing on the bed. She felt her ass grinding down into the bedspread. That tickled and pleased her. His hands were working on her asscheeks. He was rhythmically gripping and releasing them. Her skin burned from his touch. The point where he got to her most was her cunt. His cock was well- trained. He found each and every nerve the entire length of her pussy. His prick brushed and rubbed and fondled the soft folds of her pussy walls. Then his hips exploded in a wild frenzy of activity.

He was fucking her with all the strength in his body.

As she cried out, "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" he came.

This ignited another orgasm in her loins. They locked together in mutual climax as his cum spewed into her eagerly awaiting cunt. She sucked every single drop of his cum from his dick as they rolled over and over on the bed.

When it was over, she clung weakly to him, saying, "That was the best... ever. Thank you!"

"What?" he roared. "What do you mean? I'm the first! I won't have any daughter of mine turning into a slut!"

She turned surprised eyes to him. He stood, zipped his pants and walked from the room, a curious dignity about him. Buffy realized she had blown the entire aura of his fantasy world. She'd brought him down to the realization he'd fucked a girl, a girl who only said she was his daughter to please him.

Gil came bounding into the room, a smile cutting his face virtually ear to ear. "You were great, darling! He bought it!"

"Oh, no, Gil! I goofed! I botched it at the end!" She clutched at him, sweet tears staining his shirt.

"That's okay. It's all right. Just be cool. He bought the whole nine yards, I tell you. There, there. I'll make it right."

And he began to strip off his clothes. They made love till daybreak.

Buffy dragged through classes the entire day. She simply wasn't used to being up all night and having Gil up all night, too.

As she came into Gil's history class - the last of the day - he told her, "Buffy, I've got to talk with you after class. Don't run off. This is important."

"Sure, uh, Mr. Hadley." She'd almost slipped and called him Gil. With that gossip Eva standing beside her, it was a good thing she'd remembered in time.

As it was, Eva said, "Boy, are you ever getting chummy with him. A real teacher's pet."

"What do you mean, Phyl?"

"Hell, anyone can see the look in your eye when you gaze on our oh-so- muscular history teacher. Got a thing going with him? Is putting out the only way you could pass the course?"

"Don't be gross," Buffy snapped. She stalked off and sat in her desk. It had come very close to home. The girl wondered how many others in the room guessed what was going on between her and Gil.

For most of them, they wouldn't have cared one iota. But Eva - she was a gossip and loved to be the one to start rumors. In this case it wouldn't be a rumor. It would be the truth. Buffy settled down into her seat and slumped, waiting for the hour to be over. Whatever it was that Gil wanted to talk to her about sounded important. She just hoped that Andy Dufresne wasn't coming around hounding him for money again. She thought about the small bookie. Try as the girl might, she couldn't simply dismiss Andy as an evil man. There was something about him that was more dignified than a mere bookie. He had the carriage of a man of some means, yet insisted on acting like something that had crawled out of the gutter. Buffy didn't understand him. Not at all. Finally, the class was over and she almost ran to Gil. He held her at arm's length until the last of the students had left.

Then, he said, "I'm glad you'd see me. It had me worried."

"Worried? Why, darling? Because of the other night? You think that did something to break us up? How can you be so wrong? Wasn't it just great between us when I left?"

"I thought you'd had the chance to realize what you'd done," he said lamely. "I'm glad you don't hold it against me." The cunning look had crept back into his eyes.

"What do you want, Gil? I can tell when you take that tone. You aren't in debt to Andy again, are you?"

"Not exactly, but I do need to get some money ahead. But, this time, darling, it'll be for us. I intend to spend it all on a surprise for you."

"What do you want me to do?" Her tone was chilly. There was something about asking her to go out and earn the money for her very own present that irritated the girl.

"Don't be mad at me, Buffy," he pleaded. "I've got almost all the money I need for, well, I'll tell you. It's a brand new car. Just for you. A sports car."

"Green! Is it green, Gil?" she squealed. She'd been wanting a car but her parents had forbidden it. They said she was too young, that she could wait another couple years.

A couple years seemed like an eternity to the thirteen-year old. Now here was her lover offering her the very thing she wanted more than anything else in the whole wide world!

"Green, sure it's green," he said.

"Oh, Gil, how can I thank you - and forgive you. I thought you'd been betting again. I should have known. What do you want me to do?"

She was momentarily aghast when he told, her, then she brightened and realized that this was for both of them.

"What do you think, Red?" the black man asked his red-haired friend.

"I think I like the scenery just fine, Neil. And I'll just bet you do, too."

Buffy felt like a side of beef going up for auction. The two men weren't unattractive. In fact, the redhead was sort of cute. But the idea of both of them having her at the same time repulsed her. She wished she had told Gil to forget it. There were any number of ways of getting the rest of the money together for a car besides charging these two for the privilege of balling her.

"Yeah, I like it better 'n most I see. What do you want. The front or the back door?"

Buffy wondered what the two were talking about. They knew she was in the room. They just seemed to ignore her, though. It was as if she were of absolutely no importance to them. She didn't much like it but had to go along with it. Gil wanted it. And what Gil wanted, she'd try to deliver.

"So what's it going to be, you two?" she asked. "What's happening?"

"The babe's asking what's happening. Hey, I like that," said Red. "I like that real good. I'll take the front, I guess. I'm sorta hard up for a little pussy."

"Sure looks little, too," leered Neil.

Both men began stripping off their clothes. Buffy stood stock still waiting for some indication of what they expected from her. She was as much in the dark as it was possible.

Then Red snapped, "Come on, babe. Get naked. Quick!"

She began undressing. When she slipped out of her panties, Neil let out a low whistle of appreciation.

"Goddamn, look at that! She ain't got no fur on her pussy! Shaved clean, she has. I think we're gonna get our money's worth. I really do, this time around." He cackled like a hen and swiftly finished getting out of his pants. He carelessly tossed them aside.

In spite of herself, the girl had to stare openly at the sight in front of her. Neil had the biggest, blackest hardon she'd ever seen. His cock looked like a huge pillar of ebony. She found herself almost drooling at the sight. She couldn't help wondering if he could use such a fine-looking tool.

"See, Red. All those little girls go for a big, black prick."

"And that's why they go for you, I guess. You're about the biggest and blackest prick I know!"

Both men laughed, then advanced on the frightened girl. She simply didn't know what to do with both of them. The men sported raging hard- ons. She wanted to flee, but she knew that wasn't possible any longer. She was trapped in the same room with them. The only way out was for them to do to her whatever they wanted. Then, maybe then, she could escape. Till then, she'd simply have to relax and ride with their perverted desires.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice breaking from the nervous strain.

"The little girl with the shaved pussy wants to know what the two of us are going to do. You want to tell her?" Neil looked to Red who only shrugged. The black man continued, "Okay, little girl. We're both gonna fuck you... at the same time. My friend here is gonna take you up that invitingly naked little pussy. And me? I'm a back door man. I like to fuck little girls up their ass. You got a real nice lookin' ass, you bet!"

The girl felt gooseflesh breaking out all over her body. She didn't want the black man fucking her - and certainly not up her rear. That was obscene, perverse!

"No, look, this is all a mistake. I can explain."

"You explain nothing, girl. We know why we're here. So do you," said the redhead. "We're all going to have a fun time!"

His hand circled her upper arm and gripped hard. She squealed but couldn't escape. He was simply too strong for her.

"She's a real vixen, Neil. Fighter. I like 'em feisty. Come here, you little cunt!"

He pulled her to his chest. She felt her tits flatten against him. It wasn't possible for her to force herself away from him. No matter which way she turned, he was there. Then she noticed the hard rod pressed between their bodies. She looked down and saw his erection. The tip of the cock was pointed directly at her face. For an instant, she hesitated. What was so bad about him stuffing that huge prick up her cunt? It wasn't as if it were something new for her. She'd taken all sorts of men's cocks and enjoyed all of them. None as much as Gil, sure, but it wasn't as if this were punishment. If it was, it was the nicest punishment in the world! She relaxed just enough for Red to bend his legs, then straighten up. His cock soared directly up and between her legs. He speared deep up her cunt. The sudden intrusion into her pussy made her weak in the knees. She sagged down a little. This only shoved the prick even deeper into her pussy.

"Hey, I like that. She wants more of my cock. How about that, Neil?"

"She's just like the rest of 'em, Red. She bitches and moans and carries on how she's a nice girl and doesn't fuck around. Then, when she sees a real man's cock, she wilts all over. Just wait till she gets a taste of my cock."

The teenager tried to turn and see what the black man meant but was held too firmly by Red's cock up her cunt. His arms supported most of her weight and he kept her pulled in close to his hairless chest. She started rubbing up and down. The sweat on the man's chest caused her nipples to drag sensuously across his naked skin.

"Hell, hurry up, man. Those tits of hers are going to poke holes in my chest unless you get on with it," Red told his friend.

The teenager tried again to look behind her to see what was going on. Then it was no longer necessary for her to look. She could feel what the black was doing.

"No, NO!" she cried. "Don't you dare! I... I, oh, no!"

"Yeah, babe. This prick is aimed straight up your tailpipe. Bend forward a little bit. That's the way!"

Neil's cock parted the meaty slabs of her curved asscheeks. She felt his hot meat driving down toward the bottom of the humid crack. Then his cock pressed its blunt nose against her tightly clenched ass.

"God, but you're a tight-ass. Loosen up, babe or this is gonna hurt both of us!"

She didn't want to relax. She wanted to keep that black pecker out of her ass as long as possible. The suddenness with which Red's cock began moving in her pussy took her by surprise. One second, she had a juicy cunt full of prick. The next, she was achingly empty. The girl leaned forward slightly to try and recover some of the length of prick that had been denied her. This was her undoing. The man behind jammed his hips forward. She felt her tightly muscled ass begin to give in under the steady pressure. She bellowed with pain but it did no good. In spite of her tensed ass, the battering ram of black cock was hurtling up her rectum. Not even having her cherry popped caused her this much pain. Her entire body was flooded with agony as the cock raced all the way up her shit chute.

"No, ohhh, please, it huuurts! Ohgod, please... ohgod NO!"

"Sure it does, babe. Told you it would but you wouldn't listen. Little Miss Tight-ass, that's you."

"Okay for me to get back in the game?" asked Red.

"Sure, man. Join in. Both at the same time or alternating?"

The girl didn't understand what the black man was saying. She was quickly shown. Red said, "Alternating. Now!"

As the man fucking her ass withdrew, Red slammed his cock home all the way up her cunt. She shrieked and almost fainted. But it was so good getting a prick back up her cunt where it belonged. The relief she felt at having the huge black prickshaft out of her ass was helped along by the sensual enjoyment of the throbbing, all male prick up her cunt.

"Yes, oh, don't ever take it out," she sobbed. It no longer mattered to her if she cried. Tears poured down her face and dribbled across the wide expanse of her tits.

"The little girl likes me. But not you. Let's switch. NOW!"

The two cocks reversed places. She felt the intense suction in her pussy as Red pulled out. And the painful re-entry of Neil all the way up into her guts made her cry even more.

It was more than she could bear.

"You black bastard!" she cried. "You cock-sucking nigger! Stop it, stop itttt!"

"I think she's starting to like you, Neil. Let's really give 'em both to her."

"Glad you said that. Man, is she ever hot! I feel like she's melting my goddamned prick off. A fuckin' blast furnace inside. Never felt a babe's tail that was this tight, either. I think I got me a virgin ass to fuck real good!"

"Cunt's nice and tight and frothy, too. But let's not discuss it. Let's do it!"

They did it.

The girl felt as if they'd rip her apart. As soon as one of them left her body, the other came hurtling in. Her ass burned like fireants had crept in and began nibbling at her tender flesh. The thick black cock was drilling hard and fast into her bowels. The black man was fucking her ass good. The redhead wasn't doing that bad a job on her pussy, either. It was just that she was more used to feeling a man's long cock surging back and forth in that greased slot. Her pussylips were spread wide apart for his cock to come and go. She even enjoyed the sensations of him screwing her while standing. But having her ass fucked, that was a different matter. She'd never been cornholed before and wasn't sure if she liked it at all. At first, it had been utter agony. The pain had completely overshadowed any pleasure she might have gotten from it. Then, as her body adjusted to taking the big black cock up her ass, the pleasure began to mount. She was actually enjoying being buggered by the black buck. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she was enjoying it!

"Fuck me harder, you black son of a bitch! Harder, harder!"

"See," grunted Neil. "I told you the babe with the shaved cunt was like all the others. Just doin' anything she could for a taste of my long, black prick!"

"Yes, damn you," she pleaded. "Yes. Now give it all to me!"

"All of it comin' up! And I do mean up!"

He snapped his legs straight. The black's cock drove hard up her ass and filled her bowels. At the same time, she felt Red's cock pushing its way up into her cunt. Both of their huge pricks smashed into her body at the same time. Up till this time, she'd never had both of them inside her at the same precise second. Now the two long cylinders of hard meat were pressed together in her belly, only thin inner membrane separating them. She felt weak and almost fainted. She held onto her senses, though. It wouldn't do for her to pass out and miss any of the pleasure these two studs were dishing out!

"More," she said weakly. "Give me more!"

"God, I... I don't think I can keep going too much longer," complained Red. "She's squeezing down so goddamned tight on my cock, I'm gonna blow my load."

"Know what you mean, buddy. And I can feel the underside of your cock rubbing up against mine through her guts!"

The girl felt their pricks straining and bucking deep inside. She tried to play the usual tricks on them by tensing and relaxing her muscles. A brand new set of muscles was required for this. She tightened her ass and heard the tall black man groan. The tiny ring of muscle surrounding her ass was clamped down on his cock like a hangman's noose.

She reveled in the feeling of power over him. She could control him as long as his cock was captive inside her.

The other man was as much a prisoner as his friend. She could clutch at his cock with her cunt walls. The soft folds of her pussy weren't oiled too much now that he'd been fucking her so forcefully. He'd burned off a lot of her cunt juices with the friction between his broad-headed cock and her flesh. She concentrated on milking him of his cum. It worked. He came. He gulped, then moaned loudly as he started frantically fucking her. She took his every thrust. Her cunt was drinking up his cum with an avidness that made the man almost collapse.

Limp, he looked at the girl and exclaimed, "Damn me but I never felt a cunt grab me like that! It felt as if she had a fist inside a velvet glove and it was squeezing the hell out of me!"

Neil didn't hear. The blood was rushing like the ocean's surf in his ears. He was too busy Greeking this naive, innocent girl.

But no young girl ever had a more knowing ass. She was playing with him like he was her toy. Her ass seemed to suck him in and then refused to let him go. Never had he cornholed anyone who could grip his cock like this. "Like it now, black man?" she panted.

"Love your lily white ass, babe!"

He continued fucking as hard as he could until his cock ruptured at the seams. He ejaculated wildly, creaming the insides of her rectum with his cum.

When he was limp, Buffy tightened her muscles a little more and squirted him from her asscheeks. She turned and said, "I've had better... and bigger."

Neil looked her square in the eyes and said, "I doubt that, babe, but I gotta admit you do have one helluva nice ass. I'd bugger you any time, anywhere!"

Buffy sat down, acutely aware of the pain jabbing into her butt. The cornholing had had a bigger effect on her than she wanted to show. She tried to took at the two men with some degree of composure. It just wasn't possible for her to do it.

"Well?" she asked. "What now?"

Red found his wallet and tossed her five hundred dollar bills. He said, "Here's the dough. And for once, I didn't feel like I was robbed. Tell your old man to ink us in for next week."

"Maybe I will. You weren't that bad," she mused. But her mind was racing. Five hundred bucks! Just for a few minutes. She sighed, then picked up the bills as the men left. This wasn't her money, not exactly. It was Gil's. He needed it for the down payment on the car.

Their car, she hastily corrected herself. But five hundred dollars. That was more money than she'd ever seen in one lump before.

"Here it is, Gil. Five hundred dollars." Buffy looked at the money as she turned it over to her man with some wistfulness. That was a lot of money. More than she'd ever seen.

"Only five hundred!" he exclaimed. "Those cheap bastards! They said they'd come through with $750."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this isn't enough. We need another $250 dollars. I can put this down on the fifth race if I hurry."

"No! I don't think you should be gambling like you do. Remember how it was when you were always in debt to Andy? If you start again, you'll end up in the same fix."

"But I want to get the car, darling. What'll I do?"

She ignored the sly look. Squaring shoulders, she announced, "If I can put out for money once, I can do it twice."

It sounded as if she were making a big concession to the man. Deep down inside, she knew that wasn't the entire truth. Red and Neil had excited her. She wanted more of that action. Whether they'd really cheated Gil out of the money he claimed or not was a moot point. The girl simply wanted a chance at some other studs' cocks. She shivered thinking of the way they'd both fucked her at the same time. If she could only repeat that performance.

"I can arrange it, I guess," Gil said, looking carefully at her. When she didn't cringe, he went on. "How about this afternoon? I know a guy who'd go ape over that shaved pussy of yours."

Her hand drifted to the front of her jeans. For some reason, she'd been bothered after she'd sobered up and realized what Gil had done to her. Since then, she realized that men got off in a big way on little girls with shaved pussies. Anything to please Gil, sure, but when she could please both him and a lot of other guys, the shave was worth it.

"This afternoon, then. And try to make sure the guy's on time. I hate hanging around with nothing to do."

"You could always do your history homework," he said.

She didn't bother answering. She was miles beyond such things now. The thirteen-year old had achieved the sophistication she'd so desperately desired before Gil had taken her cherry.

"Now I don't want you saying a word about who this guy is, Buffy," Gil cautioned her. "It'll be both our heads if you do."

"Who is it?"

"You'll see," he chuckled. Then Gil left.

Buffy readied herself in front of the bureau mirror. While she'd be doing her best stuff bare-assed naked, she wanted to look nice for her next customer. She shuddered at the idea of having a customer like that. She was no penny-ante hooker. The only reason she'd consented to do this was for Gil - Gil and herself. Visions of the bright green sports car raced through her mind. She could picture herself behind the wheel, tooling along the highway at a hundred miles per hour, cops unable to catch her. Taking the turns with loud squealing of the tires, going into....

"Buffy?" came a quiet voice from the door.

"Yes," she said, turning. Then she couldn't say another word. Standing there was Mr. Summers, her high school principal. No wonder Gil had warned her about saying anything about his intimate little session.

Mr. Summers could be a world of trouble for both of them if she did let it leak out he got his jollies with his students.

"You're very attractive. Gil didn't lie. Let's get on with it," he said, putting a small briefcase down beside the solitary chair in the room. He pulled the chair around so he could sit facing her.

She began pulling off her blouse to get naked when he cried out, "Wait! Stop! Don't take your clothes off like that. Strip. Do it slowly. Tempt me."

So this was where he was at, she thought to herself.

"Okay. Anything you want." And then she started on the sexiest strip tease she could manage.

She stood with her legs spread wide taking advantage of the window behind her. The light coming in would outline her body nicely. From the way the old man groaned and began rubbing his crotch, it must have highlighted her youthful figure to perfection. Content with this, she started a deliberate peeling of her clothes.

He watched in rapt fascination, all the time moving his hand slowly over his growing erection. The girl had her blouse unbuttoned down to her boobs when he'd sat down. Now she carefully undid one, then another button until her blouse hung limply open. He was treated to the white flesh of her perfect skin. The man ran the zipper down its track with a metallic hiss, freeing his cock. It leaped out into his hand for proper attention. Tiny needles of desire pricked him as he watched the teenager spin around, then slowly peel back her blouse to reveal a bare shoulder.

She shrugged her shoulder and the fabric slipped free. Holding it at her waist, the girl dropped her blouse after making sure it dipped over the flare of her ass. The man was really getting hot watching her. He'd seen some fine strippers in his day but they lacked the beauty and simplicity of this girl. She had an innocent air about her that was both appealing and arousing.

"Keep going, my dear," he urged. "I want to see it all!"

"You will," she promised. "You'll see it all before I'm finished!"

With her back still towards him, she looked over her shoulder, tossed her mane of auburn hair from her eyes and let her tongue make a slow circuit of her lips. The tiny pink tip just poked from between her ruby lips. It promised a world of sexual wonder to come. The man's hand was twisting hard on his cock now. He could feel his balls tightening up and collapsing into a hard little sphere. He gently touched the hairy sac containing his balls. A cold shiver ran through his entire body. This was life!

Pleasure surged up from his crotch and he was getting a view of the greatest scenery in the world. What more could he ask out of life? The teenager unfastened her bra and let the ends slither around her trim body. She spun around again, legs spread wide apart. She pulled the ends of her E-cup bra outward as an offering to him. He was panting hard when the cups of the bra began sliding off her jugs. His head raced when she tilted forward slightly and the bra was completely free of her body. Now he could see those mountains of titflesh! But she'd turned at just the proper moment. All he saw was the unbroken expanse of skin across her back. She'd robbed him! She had prevented him from seeing her tits! He quickly dismissed this minor point. The girl was unhooking her skirt. With a lithe, agile movement, she was stepping out of it. Clad only in pantyhose and panties, she looked back over her shoulder at the man.

She asked, "Like what you see?"

"Yes, yes, get on with it!"

"In due time. You wouldn't want to rush a poor, little girl, would you? It's so hard getting out of these things, you know."

He bit his lower lip as she worked her fingers under the thin elastic band of the pantyhose. She wiggled sensuously and managed to free her ass.

"There. That's so much more comfortable. Now to get them all the way off my legs."

She leaned away from him but he could see every single move she made. An occasional flash of tit capped with bright red nipple filled him with a longing that wasn't to be easily quenched. But the erotic sight was the girl stripping off her stocking.

Beginning near her thigh, she deftly raised one leg and ran the nylon down a few inches. She laughed joyfully and said, "Damn things. Both have to go off at the same time. How forgetful of me that I didn't remember that."

She twisted so that he could see her other tit. Then she worked the pantyhose down a few more inches across her trim thigh. The trip over her knees and down past her calves had the man in a constant state of arousal. Never had he seen a more artful stripping of stockings. His hand was becoming restless on his cock. He was beating off faster and faster now. He couldn't take his eyes off the floor show in front of him, yet a good deal of physical delight was coming from his cock.

"More. Do it some more," he panted.

"Wouldn't you like me to give your hand a rest?" the girl asked, her eyes on his erect prick. "I can think of all sorts of wonderful things to put around that hunk of manmeat besides your hand."

"Silence! Continue!"

She gazed directly at his cock, then slowly, erotically, licked her lips again. There was no mistaking the meaning. She would rather have his cock in her mouth than anything else. But the teenager kicked free of her pantyhose and stood naked save for the cotton panties she wore. With her back still towards the man, she began wiggling out of the garment. First the top curve of her ass appeared. She leaned forward enough so that the deep crack between the meaty slabs of asscheek poked up over the waistband of the panties. A slow, deliberate wiggle of her ass moved the material lower and lower until she could step out of the panties. With her legs wide open, she bent down and looked between her legs at the man. He was still stroking away on his prick, now an angry red. The purpled knob on its very tip would appear and disappear in his hand as he eagerly worked on himself.

"Turn around for me," he commanded.

She turned, slowly. The profile was almost enough to make him lose his load. Her tits were perfect. Very little sag and the nipples were outlined by the window. The girl's ass was trim and well proportioned. The man found himself actually wanting to screw her. To bend her over and fuck the hell out of her would be such a treat! But he couldn't. That wouldn't be proper.

Instead, he said, "Come here. Now!"

He saw her shaved pussy and almost lost it again. So mature, yet so young. Could she be over twelve? Did she know how to masturbate? He'd have to instruct her.

Opening his briefcase, he pulled out a dildo on the end of a squirt gun. He said, "Use this. Do you know how, my dear?"

The auburn-haired teenager looked at the huge rubber molded dildo and the reservoir at the butt end. She knew what it was, but suddenly realized the man would prefer to tell her, perhaps even show her.

"No. I've never seen anything like that before. Why don't you teach me how to use it?"

"I will, I will!" he promised.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, her cunt aimed directly at her principal. Making certain he got a damned good look at her snatch, she took up the dildo and pretended not to know what to do with it.

"Where do I put it?"

"In you, my dear. In that little creased fold of flesh between your legs."

"Up my poor little cunny? You want me to put this up my cunt?"

A shiver passed through the man's body again. He was getting a charge out of this show.

"Yes," was all he said.

He gulped as he watched the huge rubber dong vanish into her pussy. Her pussylips spread and the rubber cock made a lewd squishing noise as it penetrated the girl's innermost regions. When only a few inches stuck out of her, she moaned loudly.

"Move it back and forth now," he said.

"Like this?"

And she began stroking to and fro with the imitation prick. It wasn't anything like having a man's prick inside her, but it wasn't that terrible, either. At fifteen inches and extremely thick, it was far bigger than any man's cock ever could be, it spread her inner tissues to the breaking point. The feelings it generated in her trim body were so exciting she came.

"I, oh, ohhhh... god... ohmygod!"

"Yes, that's the way," he urged. "Keep doing it! Faster, faster!"

All the time the teenager was fucking herself with the dildo, her principal was jerking off. He was getting all the visual stimulation he could endure. The lovely, innocent-looking girl was masturbating while he watched - while he coached! She reached down and pressed her finger directly into her clit. The lightning bolts of sensation that ripped through her body pushed her up the pinnacle to another cum. With the combination of the monster cock inside her, pulling and stretching her young cunt in exciting new directions and the finger working over her go-button, she had to cum again. This time was even more intense than the first.

The man groaned and urged her to more speed. "Let it fly in your pussy! Really give it to yourself! Deeper... Harder, goddamnit - Rape yourself, you little whore!"

She barely realized when he took hold of the handle of the dildo and began squirting hot fluid into her pussy. She was internally exploding, her body locked in the ice and iron grip of another orgasm. As she lay back on the bed, hot splatters hit her naked belly. Her eyes took a few seconds to focus, then she saw the man's cock erupting cum. Rope after hot rope arched into the air and landed on her belly. She let it puddle and run down into her navel. There was something incredibly sexy about this. With an almost painful jerk, he jerked the dildo from her cunt and dumped it back into his briefcase. Without another word, Mr. Summers tucked his limp cock into his pants, zipped up and left. Buffy was left dazed and happy. That had been fun, lots of fun. And she knew where Mr. Summers' head was at now.

Gil came in while Buffy was still sprawled on the bed. The softness of the bedspread made her feel lazy, cozy, even safe and secure.

"Well, did the old coot leave the money with you?" asked Gil.

"Huh? No. I thought you'd gotten it."

"Damn son of a bitch!" Gil exclaimed. "He ripped us off. And there's not a goddamned thing we can do. He'd can me in a second if I tried to put the bite on him. And you, well, there's no telling what he would do to you if I got him pissed."

"You mean he didn't give you one red cent?"

"No."

"Shit," was all Dawn could say. She lay back, staring up at the ceiling. It had been fun, but half the fun came in knowing she was doing something that would gain her the money for the car.

"I'll make it up to you, darling. Really I will."

"How?"

"Well, I can think of a couple ways. I mean, you're all stripped for action right now."

"So get into action, man!" she told him.

He crawled beside her on the bed. Their mouths touched, then crushed together. The kiss was long and satisfying.

Almost as satisfying as what he was doing with his hands.

One hand gripped firmly around her tit and began rotating it in larger and larger circles. She was gasping for air by the time he threatened to yank the huge mound of titflesh from her petite chest. He managed to keep the turgid nipple captive between his thumb and forefinger the entire time. His other hand found the pool of drying cum on her belly and smeared it around. As it caked, it made her skin pucker. The whole scene should have repelled her. It didn't. She wanted more.

"Please, Gil, ohhh, yes, fuck me now! I want your cock so bad I can taste it!"

"Do you want it in your cunt or mouth? I can't tell from the way you're talking."

"It doesn't matter!"

Then she was robbed of further speech. His exploring hand pressed into the smoothness that was her pussy mound and probed lower. A finger jabbed out into her sex gash. Instantly coated with her inner juices, the finger began wiggling to and fro.

"Ummm, ungh, ohhh!"

"Like it, don't you?" he asked. "You'll do anything for me, won't you? How much do you love me?"

"I... I'd do anything for you, darling. Anything at all!"

"Just in return for me stuffing my prick in here, huh?" He worked his finger against one of her labia. Making sure he was stimulating it, he then jabbed out and into her pussy.

His finger was suddenly surrounded by hot, clinging flesh. The moistness of her pussylips didn't even begin to hint at the humid interior. His entire hand was covered with her cunt juices. She was frothy and ready to receive something more than a cock.

"Want a cock or a tongue up there?" he asked.

"Ummm, oh, it doesn't matter. Why not taste me? Eat me out good!"

"Never could turn down the wishes of a lovely young girl." He dived down, his tongue racing along the smooth skin. He worked his way across her cunt mound, the stubble prickly against his tongue.

Then he went a few inches lower and drew her clit in between his lips. Sucking, he drew the meek little organ erect and began working on it with his tongue. He pulled it from the sheath of protective flesh until it was slippery against his lips. Sucking, he held it prisoner. Then he began giving it the tongue lashing it surely deserved. His tongue drove the girl wild. Her hips thrashed and bucked on the bed. He followed her every movement, his tongue never leaving the tip of her most sensitive flesh. The clit wasn't going to be allowed to escape, not while he was on the job. His tongue swirled around and looped around the very base of the tiny spire. With slow, deliberate strokes, he worked his way to the very tip. This was the most delicate portion of her body. The lightest touch was enough to give her the release of orgasm.

"AAIIIIEEEE!"

Her crotch jammed hard against his mouth as she came. His tongue was relentless. He never stopped licking and sucking on her clit the entire time while she was rocking through her climax. As her body relaxed and she collapsed back to the bed, he explored still lower along her sex gash.

"Shove your tongue up me! Tongue-fuck me good!" she pleaded.

He needed no urging. Tasting her oily, sweet, slightly acrid fuck juices was enough to guarantee he'd keep going.

He lapped his tongue all along the edges of her pussylips. The puckered flesh seemed to quiver under his tongue. His rough, wet tongue communicated to the girl how much he desired her, how attractive he found her. Hands gripping her asscheeks, he lifted. As her ass left the bed, his tongue surged out and into her pussy. He felt the hotness of her cunt all around his oral organ. Then he began giving the girl her wish. He tongue-fucked her to the best of his ability. Back and forth, he drove his tongue into every single niche he could find. The soft, velvety folds of her pussy were stroked lovingly. When the dewy drops of her cunt juice coated his tongue, he worked a new area. All around the rim of her gash was fair territory. The sensitive pussy lips were actually quivering with excited blood pounding into them when he dipped back into the well of her pussy.

"Keep going! I... I feel all tensed up inside. Cut me loose. Use your tongue and set me loose!"

He managed to unleash the beast of sexual desire chained within her body. Frantically now, his tongue shot back and forth until he was imitating a cock fucking her cunt. She came hard. She came a second time when he moved out of her pussy and sucked hard on her clit. The girl was a powder keg of desire. The merest touch of his tongue was enough to ignite the seething fires of orgasm inside her young body.

I... I can't take much more! You're wearing me out!"

"What I like to hear! You're gonna get the full course of mouth love, darling before I'm done, though. You'll really be worn out then!"

He sucked one of her cuntlips into his mouth and gently nibbled on it. This tensed her body and she clamped her satiny thighs firmly on either side of his head. For a moment he was completely deaf and blind.

He could think of worse places to be trapped - a lot. As long as his tongue was able to move, he was content. The sweet female fluids dribbling from her cunt weren't flowing fast enough for him. He puckered up his mouth, clamped firmly on her cuntlips and sucked. Hard. She screamed as she came again. He was lighting a string of firecrackers and all of them were going off in sequence. Her body housed those potent little firecrackers. And his tongue was the match. No matter what he did to her cunt, she'd cum. Over and over and over, she'd cum. He kept her strung out sexually until her body was totally wrung out of all emotion.

"How was it, darling?" he asked her.

"Oh, Gil. It was super! I love you so much!"

"And I love you. It just makes me sad I can't get you that car. Not right away. And you know how money sort of flows away these days. I just wish there was some way to get that fifty bucks for the car." He looked up at her, her face framed by the twin peaks of her boobs.

She heaved a big sigh. "I guess I can always find another customer. Damn that Mr. Summers. I never pegged him for a chiseler."

"Never can tell about these people. But look, if you're serious, I can find someone willing to pay good money to, uh, enjoy such a fine, lovely young girl as yourself."

She snorted. Buffy no longer thought of herself as a young girl. She was a woman, a lady about town who knew the score. If only Gil would acknowledge the fact, things might be less strained all the time. Still, she loved the man. And he was doing things for her. No one else ever had. He was arranging for the car her parents refused her. That showed who really cared for her.

"Get your men up here and I'll try to make sure they pay this time," she said, somewhat dejectedly. The idea of hooking wasn't that much to her liking, even if the money was attractive.

What else could a thirteen-year old girl do to earn a five hundred dollars in less than an hour? And that had been the actual amount Red and Neil paid. Gil had believed they were going to pay more.

"You mean it, darling?"

"Yes, Gil. Bring 'em on."

They were almost more than she'd bargained for.

"Now you stay dressed up like that unless they say something different. Okay?" Gil said.

"No, damnit, it's not okay. I don't like dressing up like a little girl. I'm NOT a little girl! Besides, this flowery dress sucks. And the white stockings and these little white patent leather shoes are totally retro. I'd rather have my platform shoes back."

"It doesn't go with the Little Lolita outfit. Just shut up and do what you're told."

"Look, Gil..."

"Shush. They're here."

Buffy quieted down although she didn't care one iota for this ridiculous outfit. Still, if it got the money Gil needed, it might be worth it. It damn well better be, she thought. The teenager did a double take when she saw the two coming in the door. She didn't believe what she saw. The man was like a Greek god. He was so beautifully muscled she simply didn't believe he could be for real. He was something out of a dream. But it was the woman who caught and held her attention. The woman was dressed in the most bizarre outfit the young girl had ever seen. Wearing a high black corset that pushed her tits cruelly upward and together, the woman virtually pranced around the room. Buffy didn't understand how she could even balance on the high-spiked heels on her boots, boots which came up to mid-thigh. The soft black leather of those boots made Buffy want to reach out and touch them. They looked like fine gloves from the tight fit. Underneath, the woman had on black net stockings held up by a garter belt. Flashing black against the milky white of her crotch was the woman's bush. For a second, it took Buffy's most intense concentration to understand the woman's crotch was naked. In spite of all the leather and trappings, her cunt was exposed.

The girl looked back at the man for an explanation. He was tall, heavy with muscles. The blond crewcut made him look like an Army recruiting poster model.

"You," the woman snapped, pointing at the girl with a black-gloved finger, "on the bed."

"Now look here, lady. I..." and the teenager was slapped across the face. The force of the blow sent her reeling toward the bed. As the edge of the bed hit the backs of her legs, she simply sat down, stunned.

She didn't understand what was happening. It shouldn't be like this, she thought.

"Good. Now, Adonis, strip for the little girl. She wants to see your big biceps. Strip, damn you!" she shrieked. "Now!"

A whip magically appeared in the woman's hand. The long lash snaked across the room and landed flush on the man's back. He flinched but said nothing. He began stripping off his shirt. The girl licked her lips in anticipation. The man was another Mr. World. He had muscles in places most men didn't even have places. And Buffy was obviously expecting to let him fuck her. She'd do that for free! But she didn't understand why he let the woman humiliate him like she did. A man so powerfully built could tear the woman limb for limb. To actually allow her to whip him, that was something the teenager just couldn't fathom.

"You. Little girl. Take this. Oil his body!"

Buffy caught the tiny vial of oil. She looked at the towering mountain of muscle rippling in front of her. Just running her hands over his body would be super! Apparently she didn't move fast enough for the black-clad woman. The light touch of the whip spurred her on. The top was yanked off the bottle and a generous portion of the oil puddled in her hand. She began applying it to the man's chest.

"Is your name really Adonis?" she asked, only to have the whip land bitingly on her back. She flinched and moaned in pain.

"No talking. Just do as you're told."

"Christ," she muttered under her breath. "What a bitch!"

"Be quiet," the man told her quietly. "She means business."

The girl could see that. She continued with the pleasurable task of oiling the man's skin. The smooth flow of muscles under her fingers made her hotter and hotter. Soon, she was thinking how nice it would be to actually feel his cock splitting her apart.

"Take his pants off and oil the rest of his body," came the cold command from the whip-carrying woman.

The girl hastily obeyed. This was getting better and better. She was a little surprised to see the man's cock was still limp. Lightly touching it got her a painful cut from the whip across her arm.

"Don't touch him there. Oil everything else!"

The job went swiftly. The man's ass was tight and well-muscled. The teenager thought he must lift weights all day long to be in such fine shape. But in spite of her little tweaks and gentle probing up his ass, his cock was still flaccid.

"Back, little girl. He must be punished for his evil thoughts."

"What!"

"Silence!" the woman bellowed. Turning to the naked man, she said, "Tell us all about your evil thoughts. NOW!"

She began beating him with the whip. Whistling through the air, the whip seemed to fill the room. Nasty blow after blow landed on his chest and back and arms. To the girl's surprise, he was slowly getting a hardon. She watched in amazement as his cock rose.

"Tell us, damn you, you mindless prick!"

"I like little girls. I love the hysterical way they cry out when I approach them. As soon as I'm hard, I like to use them. I fuck them. Little girls like her!"

"Show me. Show me what you do to little girls like her!" goaded the woman dressed in black leather. The whip cracked again and lashed across the blond man's shoulders.

He didn't seem to notice. His attention was fastened only on the now terrified teenager.

"Look, I don't know what your game is but..."

She leaped out of his way. The well-oiled man made a grab for her, his fingers almost tangled in her auburn hair. It became a game of hide-and-seek. But as long as she was in the small bedroom, the girl knew she didn't have a chance.

The black clad woman spurred on her man with continual lashings from her long whip. All the while she was gloating, "Get the little girl! Show me what you do to them!"

Finally, the man caught her. Buffy struggled and tried to get away. For a brief second, she thought she might make it. The man's hands were as oily as his body. But his grip was stronger than she'd thought possible.

"Show me what you do to little girls!" repeated the woman.

He lifted the girl up and dumped her on the bed. In rapt fascination, the teenager saw his cock slowly stiffening into a fully usable fucking tool. In spite of herself, she wondered how good he was. She knew she'd find out very soon.

He yanked her skirt up around her waist and quickly ripped off her cotton panties to reveal her shaved snatch. A sharp intake of air told the girl he was really getting hot at the sight of her naked pussy.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" she demanded. "T-tell me!"

"I'm gonna fuck you, little one," he said in a monotone voice worse than if he'd shouted. The man seemed more like a machine. Only the black-garbed woman showed any animation at all. She danced around chuckling and using her whip liberally on the man's bare shoulders. Red welts had formed but he didn't seem to care. He was too intent on touching the shaved pussy spread open before him on the bed.

"Fuck you, little girl. I'm gonna fuck you good with my big cock!"

Powerful hands slipped under her asscheeks and lifted her off the bed. With a powerful forward motion, he shoved his hips close to hers. His cock bent like a rubber wand. He was losing his erection.

The auburn-haired girl reached down and gripped his prick. To her amazement, it was only about half-erect. The man was this close to screwing her and he'd lost his prickshaft!

Then the woman began a rain of blows on the man's back which would have killed a lesser man. Under her fingers, Buffy felt the man's cock stiffening. With the suddenness of lightning in the twilight, he lunged forward. His now erect cock penetrated her hairless pussy. She gasped and fell back onto the bed. His cock was entirely inside her pussy now. The prick was throbbing. She wondered if he'd be able to carry out his intention of really fucking her. The way she felt now, it didn't much matter. She just wanted this to be over with soon. Under the woman's urgings with the whip, he began fucking her. The girl felt his big cock move sluggishly at first, then it seemed to understand where it was, what it was supposed to do. He really fucked her good then. She moaned as the friction along her pussy walls mounted. His cock was a real fucking machine, god he had to be at least ten inches, maybe bigger, and as thick as a post. It moved with utter precision along her wet slit.

All the while, the woman was whipping him. The song of the whip zinging through the air and then smashing into naked flesh made Buffy cringe. It wasn't her back being turned into hamburger, but she could sympathize with the man's pain. Yet, she knew the man fucking her was actually enjoying it. He needed the humiliation to even get a hardon. And once he got it up, he couldn't keep it rigid very long without continual urgings.

"Go on, fuck me good!" she moaned as she finally abandoned herself to this bizarre scene. All that mattered to her was pleasure. She wanted to get it over with, but if she could get a little pussy-pleasing along the way, well and good.

"Yeah, like to fuck little girls," the blond giant muttered.

His hips drove forward like the piston of an engine. The heat of passage mounted. She was becoming all warm and tingly inside from his cock. Her hands slipped over his huge arms. The oil let her fingers glide like machine bearings, frictionless and free. Her breathing became tortured as her passions mounted. She was vaguely aware of the black clad woman putting a rope around her waist, tying her to the mountain of a man fucking her with such regular strokes. Then she found herself rolling over and over. The man was writhing, twisting, turning in every possible direction. The rope tying them together prevented her from escaping.

"Stop, ohh, God, stop this!" Buffy screamed.

Neither the man fucking her or the woman administering the whipping had the slightest intention of doing any such thing. The man's cock, if anything, had grown even harder. The girl dimly realized it was only partially due to her tight, hot cunt. The whip and the woman in black probably had a lot more to do with that erection than she ever would.

"Quiet, you little cunt!" the woman roared. The whip accentuated her commands.

Buffy shut up. She continued writhing around on the bed with the slippery man. If it hadn't been for the rope loosely tying them together, she was certain they would have slipped apart long before. He grunted and she felt his cock dance wildly in her pussy. She squeezed down with her stomach muscles. She felt his prick growing in size. This was a sure sign that he was going to cum at any instant. She concentrated on getting his rocks off as fast as she could.

"I... I'm cum!" he said in an almost entirely emotionless voice.

The woman in leather began beating him with a nine-tailed whip. Each tip was split and made a hideous noise as it impacted. But he lost the machine-like precision in his fucking. His hips went berserk. He started fucking like a real man. The girl happily took him all the way up her cunt. She could feel his balls wetly slapping against her upturned ass and then he came.

Just like any other man, he screamed loudly and began to jam his prick into her, trying to split her apart all the way to the chin.

In spite of the whip still cutting the air, the girl abandoned herself to the pleasure mounting in her body.

"Ride me, ride me hard!" she sobbed out. The man's cock was like a stick of dynamite up her pussy. When it exploded, so did she.

Then it was all over. The girl opened her eyes and looked across the room. The woman in the strange black outfit was pulling the butt end of a whip from her own juicy cunt. She'd been masturbating while beating the blond man. Buffy didn't understand any of this. And she wasn't about to say a word, either. The pair quickly dressed, the man wincing at the pain when he put his shirt on, then left without speaking. Buffy rubbed her oily hands on the bedspread wondering if this had been worth it. For Gil, had it been worth it? She worked it over in her mind and finally decided it had been. For Gil, anything!


"Well, Buffy, how did it go? With the two?" Gil asked from the doorway.

She propped herself up on one elbow and glared at him. "I didn't like it one bit."

"Why not? We got the money! I have it here!"

"That's nice," she pouted.

"Hey, that's not the girl I remember. What happened? They didn't hurt you, did they? I know they're a pair of strange ones, but they're into a mutual trip that seldom involves anyone else in the whips and chains."

"Chains? Oh my God!"

"Shouldn't have mentioned that, I guess. Vic and Kari just don't have the same sexual preferences most of us do. What they want to do is entirely their business, not mine."

"Look, Gil, you could have warned me. That was dreadful. I was just sort of going along for the ride and I didn't like where it was taking me. You should have warned me!"

"No, no, darling. That wouldn't have worked. They wanted a young girl, naive and all that. If I'd told you, it would have ruined your responses to them. As it was, they were very happy."

"Glad someone was. I think they're both sick!" Buffy cried, then buried her face in her arms on the bed and began crying.

Gil sat down beside her and said, "Look, honey, you're passing judgment on them. You shouldn't do that. No one has the right to say something's sick."

"He was letting her beat him! You don't call that sick?"

"No, I don't. Look at it this way. They were acting out their own little fantasy. This one happened to involve little girls, but you weren't hurt. Not intentionally, I'm sure. Vic needs this to have a normal sex life. As long as the two of them enjoy it, what's wrong with that?"

"I was involved, too!"

He ran his hand over her bare arm. Soothingly, he said, "Sure you were. But you weren't hurt. She didn't whip you like she did him."

"No? Then look, Mr. Wise-guy!" She rolled over and hiked up her skirt. A long red welt cut across her lily white ass.

Gil laughed. "That's all? I've put bigger welts on kid's bottoms by spanking them with my open hand. I think what you need is a little spanking to get this nonsense out of your head."

"Hey, now wait a goddamned minute!"

"Cursing... bad. I'll have to punish you for that!" He made a grab for her just as she was slipping off the bed. She landed on the floor with a loud thump, but eluded him.

"You're not going to do any such thing to me, damn you!"

In spite of herself, she was beginning to enjoy this chasing around. It speeded up her heart and give her cheeks a rosy glow. She was breathing heavily when he finally caught her - when she finally let him catch her.

With all the oil on her hands, she could have slipped away from his grasp all night long. Buffy decided she wouldn't like that at all.

"Gotcha! And now I'm gonna turn you over my knee and show you what it means to be paddled!"

He upended her and dumped her across his knee. Her snowy white rear jutted up into the air, a tempting target for his hand. He raised it, then brought it slamming down into her tender flesh. A loud smack and she let out a cry of pain.

"You're pretending," he said. "It didn't hurt you that bad. I'm really gonna give it to you now!"

And he did. His hand rose and fell repeatedly. He watched her all-white asscheeks grow red from his paddling. Then her entire ass turned a rosy pink. The girl was wiggling and cursing him all the while but he couldn't help noticing her cunt was beginning to turn juicy. In spite of what she was saying, she was getting hot from his paddling of her bottom. The thirteen-year old would have been the last to admit she was getting off on this, but she was. The first blow had stung badly. The second wasn't quite as bad. Then she started noticing little things which didn't hurt at all. Her huge E-cup tits were pressed firmly into his leg. She could drag them back and forth with each stinging slap and send little tremors of joy into her chest. Soon, she was panting as much from this self-stimulation as anything else. Working around a little, she found herself actually waiting for each blow to descend on her naked butt. The warmth pooled in her soft skin, then started spreading throughout her groin. Before she knew it, her entire cunt was warm and waiting to be fucked. The pain was a convenient reference point for the pleasure she knew she was about to receive. What greater pleasure could a babe want than a man's prick?

"Stop, stop it, damn you! You're hurting me bad! Put me down!" She began writhing around enough so that the man couldn't easily hang onto her any longer. This got the message through to him.

He unceremoniously dumped her onto the bed. "Are you ready for me now or are you going to run again?"

"Ready for what?" she challenged, but her eyes told him the story.

She loved him, wanted him, desired him above all others.

"My prick, damnit!"

He pulled his zipper open and his cock shot out. It was stiff and ready to be buried up her cunt. Unlike the other guys he didn't have to be beaten to get it up. If anything, he had problems keeping it under control, god he was absolutely huge! He rolled over and pinned the girl's body down to the bed. Snaking up her body, he forced his way between her tightly closed little thighs.

"Come on and open up, darling! My cock needs some hot pussy."

"Fuck you!"

But she was smiling. His hands forced her legs apart. He didn't need to exert much force. Just enough to show her he meant business. That got them both hot and bothered. He wanted to fuck her more than ever before. She was a meal ticket for him - he could use her as his whore whenever he wanted. But she was more than that right at that instant. She was a highly desirable thirteen-year old girl whose cherry he'd popped. Her legs curled around his waist and his cock was aimed directly into her cunt. He jerked forward and his cock shot up her well-oiled cunt. She had been wet and ready for him all the time! He'd read her right!

"Go on, raise your legs. I want to feel your pussy collapse all around me," he told her.

"What do you think I am, an acrobat?" But she obeyed. In the twinkling of an eye, the girl's legs were draped over the man's shoulders.

Bent double, the girl wasn't able to move around like she was used to doing. But it didn't matter. Her cunt was more fully exposed in this position than in any other. And she found an added benefit. The man's cock dipped deeper into her cunt than in any other position she'd ever found.

"God, you're getting in so deep!" she exclaimed.

"And the angle's completely different," he gasped. He was beginning to break out in a sweat from exertion.

The lovely girl was sapping his strength faster than he would have thought possible. This was the best position to fuck the girl in.

As his cock drove down into her gaping pussy, the girl sighed and tried to concentrate on how good it felt. The discomfort was really a minor thing. She was agile and able to twist in odd ways. Her knees were pushed down hard on her tits. She wiggled a little and found she could stimulate her boobs with only a little movement. In fact, the motion of fucking was enough to cause the bed springs to bounce and do the job for her.

"I love this, darling, love ittttt!" she groaned.

He didn't answer. He was busy guiding his cock into her pussy again. The only way he could really fuck her the way he wanted was to assume a push-up position, his arms on either side of her body. By relaxing his arms and dipping down, his cock drilled straight up her cunt. When he stiffened his arms, he pulled back from the sexy sheath surrounding his prick. The man actively fucked her for a few minutes, then had to rest. His cock was burning from the friction. No matter how much cunt juice dripped from her pussy, he wasn't able to keep his cock from feeling as if he'd shoved it into a blast furnace. And tight! The girl's cunt was tighter than he remembered.

"How come you're able to hang onto my cock so hard now?"

"Practice, love, practice. I just tense my stomach muscles like this and, um, ohh, and that's it!" she said brightly.

"Uh, yeah. I see... I feel!"

And he did. She'd really trained herself to be a good lay. Buffy's sexuality had blossomed since she'd almost forced herself on him. Now it was he who was receiving the surprises. She learned fast. And she wanted to show him everything she learned. He thought about keeping her around for a while longer. The girl would be all bent out of shape if she found out he was merely using her to pay off his gambling debts. But she'd never believe anyone telling her that he was using her as a whore, then taking the money and betting all of it.

She simply wouldn't believe he wasn't in love with her, that he had lied about buying a car for her. A car! That was the last thing in the world he needed. He had a lousy job that kept a little bread coming in. But his big thrills in life were women and betting, not necessarily in that order. He couldn't help betting. And, if she wanted to bankroll him, that was her lookout. He wasn't forcing her to do anything against her will. Just the opposite from the way it seemed to him. She was the one pursuing the life of a hooker. She was delivering far more to all the customers he found for her than any whore ever would dream of giving out. That was her tough luck. Him, he was content with having the money she was making to bet. That and having her around when he wanted a fuck. There was no way of arguing with the fact she was a hot bitch. She could fuck with the best of them, now. And he was intent on wearing her out. He wanted to see how much cock she could take before begging off. So far, there didn't seem to be any limit. He'd find it. He'd fuck her until she begged him to stop.

"Ready for some more?" he asked. Her reply was a little smile and a firm squeeze of his prick. She was using her stomach muscles to good advantage again.

He released one of her legs. This allowed him to relax a little, to support part of his weight on the bed. He was able to drive into her cunt with even harder strokes than before. Lacking the penetration of the other position, he had to replace it with something. Every time he rammed hard into the girl, he gave his hips a little twist. Grinding his crotch into her naked one stimulated her clit. The little pea-sized pillar of flesh was already poking out, wanting all the stimulation he could give it. The girl shuddered every time his hand moved on her leg. She thought her inner thighs were more sensitive than most little girls. He started at the knee and a tremor passed all the way up her leg and erupted in her pussy. When he slowly stroked upwards toward the cunt he was so eagerly fucking, she came. Her entire body froze, then an ear-splitting shriek gushed from her lips.

"Damn, do you have to scream so loud?"

"I like it that way. Shows how, ummmmm, oh, shit, I love your hands doing that! Shows how much I love you! Ummm, yess, fuck me good this time!"

"I always fuck you good. This time's just going to be better!" he boasted to her.

She believed him. His hands stroked up and down her leg, sending cold shivers into her body. Her spanked ass was still steamy hot from the paddling. Just moving on the fur bedspread stimulated that. The pain had gone and all that remained was sheer pleasure. The young teen let the joy wash through her body, threaten to drown her, then swam to the surface of her desires. Looking down between her plump tits, Buffy saw his cock vanish between her pink cuntlips. The angry red spike was moving forcefully in and out of her. Every thrust gave her a bit more internal pressure, sexual pressure that wasn't to be denied.

"Let me, oh, yeah! Yeah! Let me on top!" She managed to get her legs around the man's middle. From here, it was only a matter of applying a little leverage. She pulled her legs under her and found herself sitting astride his big cock.

Looking down, she could see her naked cunt impaled by his prick. The sight aroused her even more. She lifted her body upwards and, at the same time, tightened all her muscles. She was trying to hold that cock deep up her cunt while her body was moving in the opposite direction. He groaned and shuddered once. She felt his cock begin to jerk and dance around in her pussy. She didn't want to bring him off too fast. She wanted to get the most out of this fucking that she could. She'd turned into a sex-starved bitch. She wanted all the sexual stimulation she could get from a man's prick.

"God, you're pulling me apart!" he cried.

"Yeah, and the best is yet to come," she promised.

At the very top of her arc, she paused for a moment. Only the head of his cock remained inside her cuntlips. She allowed the cunt juices to run down the entire length of his cock. The slow movement of the thick oils was sure to arouse him even more. It did. He felt as if millions of little ants were running down his hard length. Then she simply relaxed and let gravity work for her. The cock jammed hard into her cunt. She grunted but took it. The sudden feeling of being plugged to overflowing pleasured her immensely. It almost caused the man to shoot his load.

"Can't stand more. Just can't," he said over and over.

"Try. I want mooore!"

Her upward movement was faster than the first time. And her plunge downward crammed the cock into her cunt even farther. She added a little twisty turn to her descent. This sent waves of carnal delight into the man's swollen balls. The impact of her shaved crotch with his seemed to make the feelings running rampant in his crotch even greater.

"God, oh, sweet Jesus, I can barely stand it!" he told her. "I can feel my balls churning and tumbling around. Make this a good one, damn you, make it damn good!"

"The best, darling, the fuckin' best I can!" she promised.

The effects of her fucking were getting to her. The entire area around her pussy was radiating heat now. The cock reaming her out was turning and drilling far up her seething cunt. Most of all, she was able to control the tempo of the fucking. She could pleasure herself. And she did. She came like a machine gun firing. One climax right after another was her reward for this self-fucking. When her cunt collapsed around his prick, it was enough to get him off. He felt the hot tide of his cum rising. The cum burned inch by slow inch along his cock as he tried to hold back, just a few seconds longer. Then it was beyond his control. His cock shivered once and then spurted out his slippery white cum into her hungrily awaiting cunt. He filled her pussy with his huge load, firing over twenty ropes of cum deep inside her baby womb. He came and came for almost one and a half minutes, and then they were both puffing and panting from the exertion. But it was a good exhaustion, a fatigue that left them both wanting more.

Buffy looked down at the cock which had fallen from her pussy. She said, "It looks like you're going to take a while getting it back up."

"Yeah," he sighed. "You did a good job melting my erection. Just like an icicle in the hot sun."

"Hot sun," another voice intruded, "hey, I like that. Maybe I can use it for your obit, Gil baby. He melted like an icicle in the hot sun. Got a ring to it. You should have been a poet instead of a lousy gambler."

Buffy looked over her shoulder and saw Andy Dufresne standing there. This time he wasn't alone. Two husky men stood behind him, arms crossed.

"Go on and get rid of him. I'll console his babe," Andy said.

"No, Andy, no!" shouted Gil. "You can't do this. I'll pay up, honest I will. Just as soon as I get the money. I..."

There was a dull thunk as a meaty fist splattered Gil's nose across his face.

"No blood here, damn your eyes. Get him out. Now, damnit, now!"

The two thugs lifted Gil from the bed and dragged him out. Buffy tried to follow, but Andy grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her back into the bedroom.

"You just cool it, kiddo. You're not going to be seeing that chiseling bastard any more."

"How can you say that! He paid you off. And he had money! He was going to get me a car! He had the down payment!"

"Lemme guess. The down payment was two-fifty, right?"

Buffy exclaimed, "How did you know?"

"He bet it on one of the worst nags I ever heard of. I swear to Christ, these gamblers have an instinct for picking losers every time. That's what I don't understand about you, kid. Why did he pick you? You're a winner."

"You mean Gil bet all the money I gave him?" She sat on the bed, not willing to believe.

"That's the picture." Andy looked at her appraisingly, then said, "I think you've got smarts. Why not forget that clown and go with a winner for a change?"

"Like you?" she spat out.

"Yeah, baby, like me. I can give you all the stuff he only promised. I don't lose money, I take it."

"Liar!"

"Here. For your trouble. Go buy yourself a car." He pulled out a thick roll of bills and peeled off ten one-hundred-dollar bills. "I figure you deserve something for the shit he dumped on you."

Buffy looked at the money, unmoving. "What's the catch? What do I have to do for this?"

"Nothing, doll, nothing. Be seeing you." He turned to go but the girl reached out and took his arm.

"You're just giving this to me? All this money?"

"The bread? That's chicken feed. I see more'n that pass through on any good day. If you want more, I can arrange it. There's always a place open for a smart, good-looking babe like you. Sure."

"Tell me something. Why do they call you Andy?" She smiled a little shyly at the man. He had the take-command air about him. He'd managed to push all the right buttons with her. He wasn't demanding, he was giving. And for a change, she liked that.

"I keep my ears open. I don't miss a thing. Like, I know all about how he was hustling you, using you as a whore and not givin' you a goddamned cent. For that if nothing else, he deserved to get himself wasted."

"He's dead?"

"Yeah. The boss decided he could never pay off all the money he owed. And the boss and me, we don't like deadbeats." He began stroking the auburn hair away from the girl's eyes.

"You look better like that, with your hair pulled back."

"Tell me more about this deal you're offering, Andy. Is there a lot of money in it?"

"More'n you could believe. But the hell with that." He kissed her full on the lips. For a moment, she tensed. Then she relaxed and returned the kiss with interest.

"That's the way I like 'em. Hot and ready." His hand strayed down to her leg and he began stroking along her silky skin. She purred like a contented kitten. This was more like it. A man, a real man, she didn't have to help out of jams. This was a guy who could take care of himself and her, too.

"Roll over and get that ass of yours in the air. I love the way it's so tight and curvy."

She got up on her hands and knees and waited for him to take her from behind like he had before. This time, though, he had a surprise in store for her.

Gasping as his cock speared all the way up her already juicy cunt, she expected him to continue reaming her out. With a wet plop, he pulled free of her grasping cunt.

Before she could complain, his cock was diving down between her asscheeks searching out her ass. As the well-greased pole prodded into her tight little ring of muscle, she grunted.

The waves of pleasure surging through her told that this wasn't going to be a thing like the very first time she had her butt fucked. This was going to be better, far better.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Shit, I..." he began, then stopped, his words cut off by a deep-throated moan.

"Like my poor little ass?" she taunted. Wiggling her ass around stirred the cock already inside her rectum. She could feel it trembling with excitement, the same excitement that was filling her.

"Little, Christ, it's tiny! You got a guillotine for an ass or something? Not gonna chop me off, are you?"

"No way, darling. I'm just going to let you have the best time of your life!"

He greeked her long and fast. Every time he penetrated her all the way, he felt his groin press firmly into the smooth curves of her ass. Moving up and down stirred his cock around in her hot, seething interior like a spoon in a bowl. His hands began to roam all over her body. From the warmth of her ass along her ribs to a dangling tit, it was all young and firm and capable of giving the ultimate in human pleasure. His motions became more deliberate. He started fucking her with as powerful a stroke as he could muster. It required the utmost in stamina to keep from creaming all over her guts. She was trying her damnedest to drain him of his cum.

"You've been buggered before. I can tell!" he accused.

"It's like the first time because it's with you, darling!"

He knew she was lying but her words added to his enjoyment. He continued stuffing his prick all the way up her rear door. The glove- tight skin of her rectum threatened to crush him. The heat boiling out of her interior was hotter than any babe he'd ever cornholed. And the sensuous way she thrust her hips back to meet his every stroke jarred his teeth. Curling his fingers around her petite waist, he fucked hell out of the tiny thirteen-year old girl. When she came, it was only natural that he blast out his own cum into her sucking, inviting little ass. Buffy was crying from the rape, but it is wasn't sad, since she was so happy that men loved her, and her body.

Afterwards, they lay on the bed, arms around each other.

Andy was saying, "Yeah, you and me, baby, we're a team. You stick with me and you'll go places. Just ask for it, and it's yours. That lousy son of a bitch teacher wasn't treating you right."

Her fingers traced patterns in the man's hair. His chest was thickly matted and she loved pulling little spires up. At each nipple she lavished a rain of kisses until he wiggled in pleasure.

"Right, Andy, you and me. We can do all sorts of things. And you don't gamble. I like that. I won't have to look after you like I did Gil."

"That's not true, baby. I need big lookin' after. Look at my cock, for instance. Needs all sorts of attention. Attention only your suckin' mouth can give. Ungh! Yeah, that's it!"

She took his prick in her mouth and began sucking. Her tongue looped around the broad head and began tormenting the sensitive skin just under the glans. She had learned how to give head. Andy wouldn't be disappointed. His hands gripped wildly at the back of her head. He began pulling and pushing at the exact tempo he liked. Soon, his hips jerked back and forth and he began fucking her face. At the time, Buffy was thinking that Andy was just one link in the gambling chain. Gil had been the lowest; Andy was only one step up. If the bookie could give her all the things he promised, what could his boss give her?

She was young and attractive and she learned fast. Buffy knew she was on her way up, but her homework called for reading the next thirty pages of Proust's "The Captive and the Fugitive." First things first, she thought.



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