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Subject: {ASSM} My Life ... Starring - Me/Episode. 2  (MMMf, gangbang, maybe a little nc depending on your POV) 
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{ASSM} My Life ... Starring - Me/Episode. 2  (MMMf, gangbang, maybe a
little nc depending on your POV)


This is Episode 2 in a cyber-novel based on fantasies I've had since
my early teens.  This is ALL fiction.  I am not - nor have I EVER been
- abused or molested by my parents or any other adult, and I am
certainly NOT involved in kiddie porn in any way, shape or form.  I
just want to get that straight from the beginning, okay.  For those
interested, I am a 19 year-old college sophomore majoring in
journalism.  I will answer all e-mails sent to me, but this is just my
hobby, okay.  So please don't ask me for pics or sex-chat or anything.

Okay, here's the second part of my novel.  I'd like to know what
anyone thinks.

Oh yeah, before I forget -- This story is my property ... not that
anyone would want to steal it, but, hey, who knows what kind of
weirdos are out there.  Oh yeah, adults only, too (yeah, right!)


-------------------


My Life ... Starring - Me (Episode 2)                  by Kari Gold






It's a funny thing about crying.  It really does make you feel better.
I think because it just tires you out and numbs you after awhile.
When you pick your head up off the pillow, everything is just kind of
swirly and surreal.  You're in a daze.  I wonder if this is how you
feel after you've been drunk.

You know what's fucking hilarious?  I have never been drunk before!
My parents disapprove of drinking.  Can you BELIEVE THAT?  They let
their thirteen-year-old daughter do sex orgies for thousands of people
over the internet.  Yet I ask for a glass of wine on Xmas, and they
give me "the evils of alcohol" speech.

Same with drugs .. EVEN POT!  "Not our daughter!"  They actually even
grounded me when they found out Amber and Darcy had tried pot.  AND I
WASN'T EVEN THERE!

PARENTS!!  Grrrrrrrr!

I bet a joint or a shot of vodka would be soooo good right now.
Everything is just so fuzzy, and I have these little crusties in my
eyes.  My bones are all out of joint, too, like I don't quite fit
inside my skin.

God, I hate being thirteen.  I just know when I look in the mirror,
there's going to be the Swiss Alps of acne all over my face again.
That's why I'm NOT going to look in the mirror.  That's why I'm going
to sit down at my computer and read my email.

I log onto my site and access the email server.

YOU HAVE 329 NEW MESSAGES.

I click on my reply-bot and find all the "first-time" addresses.
These are people who've never written before and aren't in my address
book.  I send them all my standard reply:


heya!

thanx for the email, (fill in name).  glad you liked the show.  i was
really horny.  could you tell?  i just love thinking about you and all
those people watching.  what was your favorite part?  my ass just
can't get enough cock.  i hope the next guy is even bigger, you know
..?  i know you have like a million questions, and so do i.  but i've
gotta finish my homework right now so i don't get another detention
tomorrow.  write back PLEASE!

toodles
kari


After the reply-bot clears all the "first-timers," that only leaves 73
new messages.  I click on my e-manager and search for my "favs."
These are the people I always LOVE to hear from and respond to WRITE
AWAY.

grbqb@packers.com  - hey, are you online? - Today 6:45 PM EST

I look down at the digital clock on my monitor.  6:56 PM.  Maybe I can
still catch him.  I log onto Courtney's Chat Room, but I cloak myself.
This way I can see them, but they can't see me.

There are about 180 people on, spread out in about 14 different rooms.
GBQB is in the main room with a BUNCH of people.  They're all talking
about this morning's live webcast with me and TJ.


Hot1-4u:	I'd love to see how she'd eat my pussy.
Juytr34:		people all over the world, yeah
Wordy:			they really need more mpegs.  Nothing new in
weeks
Nedferg:				Friday night should be GREAT!
Tilton:		I'd love to see that, too!
Mrfunny:			I wish you could download the stuff.
GBQB:				Lucky kid doesn't know what he's in
for


CourtneyHere:	 (private message to GBQB):	heya, it's me!  I'm
opening a private room.  Here's the link.  CourtneysPrivatePad.


I open a private chat room and close off the access so it's just us.
GBQB signs off the main room, and in a second he's inside my room.

Me:	Got ur e, wassup?
GBQB:	watcha doing tonight?
Me:	Nothing.  It's a skool nite, duh?!
GBQB:	I was hopin you could do me a favor.
Me:	??
GBQB:	I'm having a party for my OL.
Me:	OL?
GBQB:	Offensive Line.
Me:	Oh ???
GBQB:	We made the playoffs last week.  No sacks.  Now we have a bi
week.
Me:	ur going bi??  Can I watch???
GBQB:	lol.  No, you know.  An off week.  I'm throwing them a party
to celebrate.
                        It'd mean a lot to me if you came.
Me:	   no way my mom n dad r gonna let me.  btw ur in green bay.
I'm here.  Party's
               2nite?  Sorry lol  plan ahead next time.
GBQB:	I got my friend's plane at your airport.  He'll be there til
8:30.  party starts
                        at 11PM.  Flight's an hour.  You can make it.
I'll get you home by school
                        tomorrow.  promise.
Me:	$$$$??
GBQB:	c'mon you know I'll take care of you.
Me:	$$$$$$$$$$$$$??????????????
GBQB:	how's $10G
Me:	4 Chelz that'd work.  I'm Courtney, remember??
GBQB:	$20G?
Me:	have fun w/Chelz.  Tell her I said high!
GBQB:	$30G?
Me:	n $10G for my chaperone, ok!
GBQB:	$40G???
Me:	that's up 2 u.  in 5 secs I'm logging off.
GBQB:	OK!  the plane's at Samson AP.
Me:	what runway?
GBQB:	Call my friend on his cell (555)555-5678
Me:	got it. 1 more thing.
GBQB:	what?
Me:	limo from the AP to ur place when we get there.  1st class.
GBQB:	OK
Me:	and back to the AP tomorrow morning, home here by 7AM
GBQB:	OK
Me:	c'ya!
(Log off)

"DAD!!!!!"

-------- 


"I still don't know if this is such a good idea, Cat," my dad says.
We're reclining back in our seats on the plane.  It's an older Lear
jet.  I've flown in better .. LOTS better.  "You know what I mean ..
with everything still up in the air with Friday .."

"Forget about Friday, dad!"  HELL KNOWS I'm trying to.  "It's only
Wednesday.  I have 2 days, okay ..?  I'll figure something about.
Right now, though, we're going to make $40 grand straight up.  That's
no overhead, no cut for Reza.  No nothing.  Just cash."

"And you're sure he's good for it?"  Dad asks even though he already
knows the answer.

"He's the starting quarterback for the Green Bay Packers, dad!  He has
like two Super Bowl rings and he makes MILLIONS of dollars a year.
$40 grand is like nothing to him."

"Maybe you should have held out for more ..?"

"He's rich, he's NOT stupid.  He could get Chelsea.  She'd've done it
for $10 grand.  But he wants ME, so I gave him a fair price.  I do
know what I'm doing, you know."

"I know."  Dad shakes his head.  "That's what scares me so much
sometimes.  You know EXACTLY what you're doing."

"Which is why you shouldn't worry about Friday, okay ..?  I'll solve
it."

"Any ideas?"

"Right now, the only ideas I'm having are about doing a gangbang party
tonight for five huge football players."

"Are you sure it's only 5?" Dad asks.

"He said the offensive line, dad.  That's the center, two guards and
two tackles.  Even I know that!"

"Did he say it was only the first string?  What about the tight-end?
He's considered a lineman and a receiver, especially in the Packers
offensive package.  There could like 10 or 12 guys there, honey.  Did
you even think of that?"

SHIT!

"I'm going to call him," I reach for my cell and start looking up
GBQB's phone number in my list.

"The plane's already taken off," my dad touches my arm and lowers the
phone from my ear.  "And you already committed to this.  It's too late
to call him now.  You have a reputation to consider here.  Men like
him are what MAKE US.  One bad word from him could really hurt us."

"But .."

"Honey, you made your bed.  Now you're going to have lie in it."

GRRRRRRR!  I hate when he goes all Bob Saget on me.

"So, you're Courtney?"  It's GBQB's friend, the guy who owns the
plane.  He's got some guy flying it now, and he steps through the
cockpit door.  He's like in his late thirties, fake suntan and wearing
a Packers starter jacket and tan corduroys.  He also has some kind of
skin condition or something on his cheek.  It's red and blotchy, and
you can't help but stare at it.

"Yes, this is Courtney," my dad answers for me.  He hates when he's
not in control of these kinds of situations.  When we're on the
website, he'll let strange guys do and say all sorts of things to me.
But that's because he's in charge, and they're on his home turf.  Dad
really doesn't like it when I do these off-site shows.  Even though
the money ROCKS and there's nothing to split with anyone else, he'd
still rather make less and be able to call all the shots.

"Hi, Courtney!" the guy comes over and stands right above me.  His
crotch is right there, level with my face.  Even though his dick looks
pretty small, I can still see that it's hard.  "I'm Gary.  I'm a
friend of .."

"I know," I cut him off.  "He told me.  This is your plane, right .?"

"Yep," he answers.  He rubs his dick through his pants.  He is smiling
down at me.  I WON'T look him in the eye.  I'm not getting $40 grand
to screw with this loser.  "Do you like it?" he sweeps his hand around
the plane's fuselage in a kind of gay-looking gesture.

"Yeah," I reply, "even though it's kind of old.  Do you have any newer
ones?"

"Uh .." he winces and half-smiles.  "No, not really."

"Too bad .."

"This one gets me where I need to go, though."  He's looking at me
REAL HARD now, like he expects me to reach out, unzip his fly, and
suck his little dick right there. 

"What do you do?" my dad asks.  He's sensing the same thing that I am
here, and he wants to keep this under control.  We only have like
another 25 minutes before we touch down in Green Bay.  My dad doesn't
want any hassles either.

"I handle all their investments," he says, pointing to the Packers
logo on his jacket.  "Among other matters .."  He pats his crotch.
"Why don't you get to work on that now, honey?  We'll be ready to land
in a few minutes, and I need to be up in the cockpit then."

"Dad?!" I turn to my dad.  "Did he give you some extra money to suck
his dick when we were boarding?"

My dad shakes his head.  "No, but I'll take it now.  No problem .."
He smiles and puts out his hand.

"You're fucking kidding me, right ..?"  Gary laughs.

"No," I shake my head.  "Here's a copy of the chat we had."  I slide
the slip of paper out of my pocket, which I printed right after I got
offline with GBQB.  "It doesn't say anything about doing anything with
you.  Just the offensive line .."

"You're getting 40 FUCKING grand!"

"And with your contribution, it'll be $41," I giggle.

"You fucking expect me to give you 1,000 fucking dollars for a fucking
blow-job!"

"Mm hm," I answer.  "And you'd better do it quick, too.  Or you're
gonna have to land the plane."

"Fuck you, you little WHORE!"

"Okay, but that'll be 2 grand," I reply, still smiling.

"You fucking cunt!" he moves towards me, but my cell phone is out
before he reaches me.

"Ohhh, I get it .." I wave the phone in his face and hit speed dial.
"HE was supposed to have arranged this.  I'm sorry.  I'll get HIM on
the phone right now.  Why don't you unzip your pants and get your cock
out while I get this cleared up."

Gary just stands there while I listen to GBQB's phone ring.

"Yeah," GBQB answers.

"Heya, it's me," I laugh.

"Where are you?"

"Up in the plane with Gary .."  I pause a second and lean over towards
Gary.  "Oh, you want me to do that," I ask Gary, still smiling.  "OK,
that's cool .."  While he stands there like a complete dork, I unzip
his tan corduroy's, pull them down to his thighs, and grasp the
elastic waistband of his Fruit of the Looms.

"What's up, babe?" GBQB asks.  "Why'd you call?  Is there a problem?"

"No," I giggle.  "You just forgot to tell me to add Gary's blow job to
the bill."

"Gary's what?"

"His blow job," I reply, pulling Gary's small, now-shrinking dick from
his jockeys.  "I've got his cock out right now.  I just wanted to
check and make sure it was all right before I started sucking.  I mean
he told me you were handling it.  But that's another g, so I thought
I'd better check with you first.  Is it, ok?"

"Put him on!"  GBQB is pissed.

"He wants to talk to you."  I hand Gary the phone.  He glares at me
and backs away towards the cockpit.  I can hear GBQB yelling at him in
tiny little squeaks.

"That's my girl," my dad whispers, patting my knee with a BIG smile on
his face.

"Fuck that .." I hiss back.  "I'd like fucking DIE before I put that
slimy shit in my mouth for FREE."

"I don't think he'll be bothering us anymore," my dad chuckles.
"Jesus, you are COLD!"

I slip on my Walkman and start listening to the advance CD copy of
Mach V's new album.  Kyle Ware himself burned it for me in the studio
and mailed it straight to me after they finished.  Other kids won't be
hearing this for another 2 MONTHS.  But Kyle's a subscriber to
Courtney's World, and he's REALLY trying to get IN with me.  Which is
one the perks of being Courtney Star, I guess ..?  I just can't help
wondering what Trishy Tanka would do if she knew her boy-band
boyfriend keeps sending me emails BEGGING me to cum backstage at one
of Mach V's concerts.

I slip into a total zone-out for the rest of the flight, until I feel
my dad's hand on my shoulder.  Through the five-part harmony of "On My
Knees," I see him mouth: "We're landing, honey."

I buckle up, but still keep the headphones on.  I even stay wrapped
inside the music after we land, dancing down the plane's center aisle
to the limo waiting for me on the runway.  When I walk past Gary, I
stop momentarily and stick out my hand.  "Phone!" I giggle, floating
through the swells of music.

He scowls and hands me my cell.  I snatch it from his hand, blow him a
kiss, and go skipping down the runway to the limo.

-------------------


There's a trick to getting into a hardcore OBE-zone.  When I'm doing
my normal webcam shoots, I can kind of just slide my mind in and out
of my body on cue.  But that's because I know the situation, and I've
done it like a jillion times before.

Stuff like this, though - GBQB's party - is WAY different.  If I don't
get myself into a REALLY deep zone, I'm going to TOTALLY start
freaking out.  I mean put yourself in my place for sec, okay ..?

I'm going into this BIG MANSION filled with like I don't how many
HUGE, horny, professional football players.  And what's more ..?  They
ALL want EVERYTHING I've got.  It's been PROMISED to them, and in
their eyes I'm just this automated sex doll who's here solely for
THEIR PLEASURE.

I don't have a name, or a life, or feelings, or a mind.  I mean WHAT
guy wants to fuck a thirteen-year-old girl and actually THINK about
who she might be or what he might be doing to her?  Answer - NONE ..
at least if they're not pedo-rapist serial killers or something.

Let me tell you what all the guys here want tonight.  They want this
little thirteen-year-old slut to come in here and TAKE everything they
dish out and beg for more.  They want to feel this tiny little girl
frolicking over their HUGE, MASSIVE, STRONG bodies like a little
panting puppy.

That's exactly what they want - to fuck a happy, scrappy little puppy
that'll yip and roll over on command.  They want to feel like GODS -
all-powerful, like their cocks are mile-long baseball bats made of
platinum or something.  They EACH want to believe inside their hearts
that they're THE BEST - the biggest, the hardest, the longest lasting.
When they're done, they want walk away thinking that they've given
this little fuck-puppy SUCH A MONSTER RIDE that nothing's going to
compare FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE!

They want me to cry a little while they fuck me, too.  They want me to
SHOW PAIN, but they also want me to be SO HORNY FOR THEIR COCKS that
I'll "play with the pain" and keep TAKING IT even harder.  They want
me to challenge them to pound me into submission.  They want to see
this tough little thirteen-year-old slut girl put up a fight before
she's finally BROKEN.

And, when that happens, they want to do their little "got'cha dances."
They want to throw their fists up in the air just like they do on the
football field when they crush some opponent and make him their
"bitch."  They want to high-five each other over my sobbing, gasping,
fetal body and celebrate TOTAL victory.  They want to swagger and
prance like they've just won the fucking SUPERBOWL.  They want to lift
my limp body up on their shoulders and parade me around like the Vince
Lombardi trophy.

That's what they WANT!

What they don't want is for their little fuck-doll to be a human
being, a real thirteen-year-girl who has to be at school tomorrow
morning, and who just got dumped by a guy because she wears braces,
has mousy brown hair and NO TITS!  They also don't want RULES, or
conditions, or STOP, DON'T DO THATs.  And what they REALLY don't want
to hear is the word "No."

Courtney Star can NEVER say the word NO.  If she does, the fantasy
ceases.  And when the fantasy ceases, it's doom's day for Courtney's
World.  My job is to make sure that NEVER happens  .. even now, even
when I'm SCARED TO DEATH.

That's why I need to be in the DEEPEST zone I can find right now.
That's why my soul needs to leave my body tonight as well as my mind.
That's why I'm still wearing the headphones, why I haven't taken them
off since the plane, and why I won't take them off the entire time I'm
here.  That's why I've switched from the Mach V CD to Train.  That's
why I've cranked the volume so loud that the thud of the bass and
drums are resynchronizing my heartbeat.

I'm not floating in ether tonight.  I'm submerged beneath a frigid
ocean, already drowned and inert, while up above a hurricane crashes -
lightning, thunder and waves that no longer touch me.  Dead, hollow
eyes stare blankly through the dense, distorted refraction of electric
guitars, purplish track lighting, and anxious, hungry bodies ...

------------

A thirteen-year-old girl steps out of the limousine.  The limousine is
parked at the apex of a horseshoe driveway.  The girl steps out of the
car's backseat.  She is wearing headphones, which are attached to a
Walkman strapped to a belt encircling her narrow, almost-boyish waist.
Over her small, shivering form, she wears an extra-large Green Bay
Packers starter jacket.  Beneath the bulky coat, her pale, freckled
body is bald and naked down to her knee-high yellow go-go boots.   The
thick, five-inch heels clunk across a lit cobblestone walkway.  Her
chaperone follows her, his eyes furtive and fixed on the oaken double
doors looming before them.

The girl and her chaperone are walking towards a mansion.  Behind the
windows lining the front of the house, wide dark torsos loom.  Stark
white eyes peer through muted lamplight in ravenous expectation.  The
door opens.  The girl and her chaperone ascend the mansion's front
steps.  A tall, smiling, handsome white man - one of the most famous
professional athletes alive -- extends his long, muscular arms.

The girl falls into the star quarterback's powerful embrace.  With no
thought or exertion, he playfully lifts the girl's kicking yellow
boots off the ground.  The star quarterback kisses her powerfully,
crushing the wind from her bony rib cage.  Then, he unzips her
oversized coat and exposes her nude, shivering body to the audience
gathered behind the mansion's windows.

"FUCK, would you LOOK AT THAT SHIT!" a deep, dark baritone voice booms
across the nighttime chill.  "I'm gonna get me some of that tight
white tonight, awright ..?  You just watch this shit.  This shit is
GOING DOWN!"

The star quarterback spins the girl around, displaying all her charms
to his guests.  Then he throws her over his shoulder like a slain
fawn.  He enters the mansion in triumph to a chorus of cheers.
Immobilized in the star quarterback's unyielding grip, the girl seems
oblivious to her pending fate.  Her eyes are closed behind the
clicking pulse of the headphones, and her mouth curls into her famous
vacant, vaguely ghoulish smile.

Marching into the mansion's living room, QB's steps jar the girl's
limp body.  Her doll-like head bobbles to the rhythm of distant,
private music.  Bringing up the rear of the procession, the chaperone
follows.  His eyes dart about, adjusting to the light and the sudden
throng of poised, powerful bodies.

The oaken double doors close with a thump.  The girl is inside the
house.  It begins.

The room is bathed in the ambient, ethereal glow of flickering candles
and a crackling, gas-lit fireplace.  Immediately, the girl's face
feels the humid rush of body heat mixed with the radiant warmth of
flames.  Approximately twenty massive, muscular men crowd the pathway
between the vestibule and the spacious, sunken living room.  The
mixture of black, brown and white faces press up against the QB, each
pair of eyes vying for a mouthwatering glimpse of their succulent
prey.

Some of the men are already in various stages of undress.  Bare,
chiseled torsos glisten in the firelight.  Thick arms hang from
shoulder blades like sides of beef.  Muscular legs spring up from the
marble floor like tree trunks; erect cocks jut out like heavy boughs;
flaccid penises and soft scrotums dangle like ripening fruit.

As the girl's vision adjusts to the dim glow, other shadowy shapes
begin to sharpen along the blurred periphery of the room.  In seconds,
the girl recognizes the distinct outlines of five female forms ranging
anywhere from their early twenties to mid-thirties.  Two are white,
one is Asian, and the other two are variable shades of brown -
Hispanic, Indian, Middle Eastern, Black ..?  It is impossible to
determine anything more distinct in the diffuse light.

What is apparent, though, is that these older women have now been
abandoned with the arrival of the young thirteen-year-old girl.
Taking advantage of their newfound freedom, they mill about the bar
now, snorting lines of coke, lighting menthol cigarettes, and sneering
at the fresh, pubescent prize who has suddenly rendered them sexless
and superfluous.  These willing women knew they were only the pre-game
show, the warm-up act, the overture.  Now they will sit back and watch
REAL GAME as it plays out. 

The star quarterback points to a colossal black man -- the Packers'
veteran starting tackle, a future Hall of Famer known as The
Protector.  "This one's for you!" QB shouts above the mob's roar.  He
hefts the girl off his shoulder and grasps both sides of her thin
waist in his large white hands.  He holds the girl out to the
Protector, the way a proud mother presents a swaddled newborn to a
doting father.

The girl squirms enticingly for her new daddy.  She arches her
eyebrows at the Protector, licking her lips, thrashing her head to the
music being pumped intravenously into her skull.  While the crowd
bursts into another round of raucous cheers, the girl reaches beneath
the open folds of her Green Bay Packers jacket.  She cups her two
small breasts in either hand and offers them to the ebony colossus. 

The Protector bashfully smiles and shakes his head, pretending to
good-naturedly wave off the honor of his first rights.  Ignoring the
Protector's feigned humility, QB thrusts the girl into the Protector's
monstrous, laughing arms.  The girl wriggles and wraps her thin white
arms around the Protector's massive brown neck.  She can barely clasp
her hands above the giant's shoulder blades.

The Protector bounces the girl up and down, playfully tickling below
her bony ribs.  Her small, egg-sized breasts jiggle and roll across
her shuddering torso.  The girl breaks out into a fit of giggles and
hugs the Protector even tighter.  The giant's eyes widen with wonder
and hunger.

"Take her, G .."  Little bitch wants it .."  "Give it to her, man .."
"Mess that little white bitch up .."  The cries rise to such a volume
that they cut through the din of music sweltering inside the girl's
headphones.  She cranks the volume knob on her Walkman and continues
thrashing her head to the circadian rhythm.

The Protector bends his head.  A long pink tongue slithers out from
between his dark, thick lips.  He mashes the girl's pale, quivering
mouth against his slavering, obsidian jaws.  He devours her bawling
mouth.  The girl returns his voracious kiss with her own whirling,
probing tongue.

While predator and prey feast upon each other's faces, the Protector's
baseball mitt hands separate the folds of the girl's Green Bay Packers
jacket.  He clumsily peels the covering from her glistening pink
torso, the way a Kodiak bear impatiently guts a squirming salmon.  The
girl writhes in his obdurate grasp, throwing her coltish legs around
his monstrous waist, trying to climb him like a tree.

The Protector paws the girl's pale, vulnerable breasts, tugging at the
sensitive tissue, pinching the distended nubs of her nipples like ripe
raspberries.  "Ohhhhhhh, FUCK!" she moans, her eyes rolling back into
her shiny forehead like marbles.

The intent mob breaks into another carnal roar.  The Protector is
starting to "get to" the tough teenage girl, starting to "make her
feel it," starting to assert not only his presence, but also the utter
domination of the male species.

"That's it, G, show the freaky little bitch you mean business .."
"That'll teach her to fuck with the Pack .."  "Little freak bitch
gonna be good as dead by the time we're through with her .."

The Protector's carnivorous mouth lunges at the girl's bare, exposed
breasts.  His long pink tongue slobbers; his thick dark lips suckle;
his white teeth nip and gnash.  The girl twists her body violently,
torn between torture and titillation.  Having thoroughly incapacitated
his prey, the Protector ignores the girl's pathetic struggles and just
FEEDS on her tender, tormented flesh.

"OH FUCK!" she shrieks, her wails eliciting yet another outburst of
spontaneous, testosterone-fueled catcalls.

"Wreck her, G .."  "Rip those little tits right off her .."  "What's
wrong, baby?  Ain't'cha havin' fun?"

While the Protector and the girl sink into their ecstatic struggle,
the intent mob slowly closes in a ring around them.  Sensing the
sudden mood shift, the chaperone tries to elbow his way through the
wave of massive bodies blocking him from the girl.  A casual elbow
lashes out, tossing the chaperone backwards like a scarecrow in a
tornado.

As the chaperone begins another sortie, a large, bullet-headed black
man steps in front of him.  "Step off cracker," he thumps the
chaperone's chest with an index finger the size of a gun barrel.

"Listen .." the chaperone begins.

"Just chill and enjoy yourself," the bullet-headed bodyguard smiles.
He waves his gold-ringed fingers towards the bar where the five
"warm-up" ladies sit snickering.  "Yo, why don't you get your bitch
asses over here and earn some of that money we're payin' you?  All
right .."  The ladies sit motionless for another second.  "I ain't
funnin' with your asses here.  All right ..?"

One of the naked brown ladies shrugs her shoulders, snorts the last
line of coke on the bar, and shimmies her naked body towards the
bodyguard and the chaperone.  As she approaches, her features become
more distinctly African American.  Thick hipped and voluptuous, her
skin resonates with a deep chocolate hue.  Just below the
stretched-out folds of her pot belly, brillowy curls culminate in a
thatchy pubic nest.  Her dilated pupils sparkle like black pearls
against the bloodshot whites of her eyes.  Her long straight hair
shimmers with harsh relaxers and blond highlights.

In another second, she presses her luscious, sweaty body against the
chaperone's trembling chest.  Her hand deftly snakes below his waist,
finding and massaging his instinctual, subconscious bulge.  The
chaperone half-heartedly pushes her away.  She attempts to distract
him with steamy kisses along his gulping Adam's apple.  

"You, too," the bodyguard points to one of the white women, a buxom
redhead with chipped teeth who appears to be the older of the pair.
"And you," he crooks his finger at the other brown-skinned woman.
When she looks up, her Middle Eastern features become apparent - wispy
dark hair lining her cheeks, a faint moustache shading her painted
lips, a thin coat of smooth black hair lightly covering her arms and
breasts like eider down.  "I SAID get your BITCH ASSES over here!" the
bullet-headed man reiterates.

The two ladies scowl, but quickly acquiesce to the bullet-headed man's
authority.  In another moment, they descend upon the chaperone,
pinning him helplessly between their undulating, naked bodies.  With
his arms immobilized, the chaperone can do nothing as the ladies'
skillful fingers lower his baggy chinos, yank down his BVDs and tickle
his stiffening cock into full arousal.  Totally overwhelmed, the
chaperone can only watch now as the pack of simian beasts finish their
descent upon his charge, the totally defenseless teenage girl.

"Okay, now who wants a slice of white meat?" the Protector asks the
murmuring mob, presenting the girl's succulent charms like a
Thanksgiving turkey.  "I hereby proclaim this little cunt open for
business."   

Emboldened by the early, easy triumph of the Protector, anonymous paws
begin reaching outward from the tightening throng.  Brutish, callused
hands begin mauling every exposed inch of the girl's moist, nubile
charms.  Rough, abrasive fingers tangle her mousy brown hair, scrape
her soft narrow ass, gouge her flat heaving tummy, stroke her sinewy
skittish legs.

"Fucking freaky little white bitch .."  The words filter into the
girl's ears, cutting through the comforting cacophony of electric
guitars and pounding drums.  The horde's voices are uncomfortably
close now, intruding into the fortress of chaos that has been
sheltering the girl.  She fingers the volume knob on her Walkman and
cranks the volume output to maximum.  The whole universe reverberates
with heavy metal howl.

The girl bites her lips, trying to retreat even further back into the
security of her private abyss.  She barely feels the sandpaper digits
that inevitably split the delicate, humid petals of her labia.
Strong, forceful hands push at the top of her forehead, bidding her to
recline backwards and suspend herself on a bed of muscular arms.

In seconds, the girl's body extends at a ninety-degree angle from the
fulcrum of the Protector's 70-inch waist.  Through the flutter of her
eyelids, the girl watches as the Protector lifts his tent-sized gray
t-shirt over his monstrous black body.  The rolling, engulfing mass of
his naked chest and belly reminds her of an unmade, king-sized
waterbed.  In another moment, the Protector sheds his xxx-tra large
Bermuda shorts.  His thick brown dick plops out like a fat knockwurst.

While the army of muscular tentacles holds her squirming body in
check, QB pats the Protector on the shoulder and hands the mammoth
black man a condom package.  The giant rips it open with his glinting
ivory teeth then pops out the latex sheath.  The Protector stretches
the rubber to the size of a zip-loc bag, fitting it so snugly over his
huge organ that the girl fears the prophylactic will surely burst.

Biting his lower lip, the Protector slouches his bulk forward,
pressing the barrel of his glans against the splayed opening of the
girl's narrow, moist vulva.  She inhales sharply, ready to scream
through his impaling thrust.  But as she opens her mouth, she feels
another thick, rubbery cock-head slap her gasping cheeks.

Instinctively, the girl relaxes her jaws and wets her lips, beckoning
the nondescript roll of pungent flesh to pierce her gasping mouth.
Tilting her head to the side, she allows the thick genital pipe
complete access to her slurping mouth.  Its head roughly butts up
against the inside of her cheek, stretching the skin uncomfortably for
three or four hard thrusts before the shaft slips down her tongue and
into the opening of her throat.

The girl howls into the fist of flesh that now suffocates her,
lurching up uncontrollably when the Protector manages to wedge his
entire cock-head into her strained pussy.  With sweat pouring down his
broad, furrowed brow, the Protector hunkers down and bulls his enraged
cock forward.  To gain more leverage, he wraps each of his beefy hands
tightly around her respective thighs, his vise-like fingers etching
contusions into her alabaster flesh, bruises as deep and dark as the
color of his skin.

"Get it in there, G .."  "Cave in that tight, pink slice .."  "Pound
that freaky pussy .."  "Don't let the bitch keep you out, homes.
Wreck that shit!"  The mob's jeers are now loud enough to encroach on
the barrier of blaring music immersing the girl.  She fiddles with the
volume of her Walkman to no avail.  She scrunches her eyes, closing
them as tightly as they will go, trying in vain to reclaim the still,
frozen vacuum of her inner-space.

"Man, get these fucking headphones off her!" a voice pierces the sound
shield.  "They're in my fucking way."  As the hard cock jabs in and
out of the girl's mouth, she feels a pair of hands box her ears.
Suddenly the protective headphones are sliding up her temples, the
protective din of guitars retreating into electronic cricket chirps.

"NO!" the girl tries to howl.  But her cries are merely muffled
sputters beneath the merciless, gagging onslaught of cock.  In another
second, the headphones are completely shorn from her head, and the
Walkman stripped from her slender waist.


---------

please, god, please .. no .. please ..

The universe smacks me like an atom-bomb blast right between my
tear-crazed eyes.

"HOW'S THAT, CUNT?'  "JESUS, MAN, YOU'RE REALLY FUCKING THAT MOUTH,
AIN'T YA ..?"  "FUCK, THIS BITCH IS TIGHT!"  "COME ON, G, DON'T BE
SUCH A PUSSY.  PUT THE HURT ON HER.  SHE DON'T FUCKING CARE.  LOOK AT
HER.  SHE FUCKING LOVES THIS SHIT, DON'T YA', CUNT ..?"

"I PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THIS PUSSY, MAN," QB pats his Protector on the
shoulder.  QB has this real gay, sick grin on his face as he watches
the behemoth.  He keeps patting him on his shoulder, his eyes glued to
the ape's huge cock.  "THAT'S IT, MAN.  YOU GOT IT. NOW REALLY GIVE IT
TO HER .. EVERY BIG BLACK INCH .. FUCK THAT TIGHT WHITE PUSSY .. YEAH
," QB cheers.  "LOOK AT HER, MAN!  YOU'RE KILLING HER WITH THAT BIG
BLACK DICK, AND SHE'S LOVING EVERY FUCKING MINUTE OF IT, AREN'T YOU,
BABY ..?"

please .. just give me back my walkman, my headphones .. please .. god
... please ..

I nod on reflex.  I don't love even one fucking minute of this, but
I'M not the one that QB's paying 40-grand to party with.  He hired
Courtney Star, and in Courtney's World getting bash-fucked by a 400
lb. cape buffalo is right up there with a $10,000 shopping spree at
Hot Topic.

"SEE, MAN, SEE ..?"  QB's rubbing the humungoid's shoulders now, while
the snorting gorilla hammers even more his HUGE cock into my bruised,
aching pussy.  "YOU JUST TAKE THAT PUSSY, BOSS.  IT'S YOUR NIGHT.  YOU
FUCKING EARNED IT.  SO DO WHATEVER YOU GOTTA DO .. WHATEVER YOU WANT
TO DO.  BELIEVE ME, COURTNEY HERE CAN TAKE IT.  AIN'T THAT RIGHT, BABY
...?"

please .. just give me back my walkman, my headphones .. please .. god
... please ..

"FUCKIN' BITCH IS SO TIGHT!" the humungoid grunts. From his knit brow,
sweat rains warm drops onto my bare tummy.  His condom is in latex
shreds by now, his bareback bronco bucking into my broken pussy.  He
doesn't give a shit who I am, or what he might be doing to me.

He just FUCKS!

I see this all the time.  He's on a mission -- possessed by the URGE,
the NEED, the DRIVE, the HUNGER.  He's obsessed with the dream of
burying his whole HUGE cock deep into my teenage tummy.

Any sane guy would see that's impossible, but sanity has nothing to do
with guys when they're FUCKING.  And this crazed humungoid is like a
shark whiffing a gallon of fresh blood.  "GODDAMIT, BITCH, GIVE ME
THAT FUCKING PUSSY!" he spits in my face, pounding up into me with
such fury that it feels like an ax splitting my belly.

I want to retch, BIG TIME.  My stomach is all gooey, the consistency
of melted wax.  I feel like I could shit my heart out.  But with the
cock plugging my windpipe, I kind of just keep heaving and gurgling in
little spurts.  I don't even have to close my eyes now.  Dark spots
start popping off like Chinese firecrackers across my retinas.  My
body feels like a bag of dust scattered in a cyclone.

The pack of hands, mouths and cocks gorge themselves.  I'm hurled in
and out of my body, my mind, my spirit ..

----

My boots are gone .. my jacket is gone .. they play keep away with my
Walkman and headphones .. my bones cry ..

----

"OKAY, NOW IT'S TIME FOR SOME HEAVY CONTACT DRILLS.  EVERYBODY LINE UP
AND TAKE A SHOT AT THE TACKLING DUMMY OVER HERE .."

At some point, I can't remember when, I've drifted back into this
dimension.  Right now, it TRULY sucks to be me.

I'm bent over a pool table, my belly cutting into the cold wood, my
dirty anklets kicking in the air, trying to run.  When I dare to open
my eyes, I see a kaleidoscope of ever-changing faces sneering down at
me while harsh hands absent-mindedly molest every square millimeter of
my black-and-blue spangled flesh.

"THAT'S IT, BITCH, OPEN YOUR EYES .."

The first hard dick blasts through my tired pussy lips and rams up
into my lungs.  Balls slap up into the top of my spread pussy like a
sack of lead weights.   "oooooo," the moan runs like spit down my
chin. 

"THAT'S IT, HOMES.  DEAL THAT BONE.  PLANT THAT BIG BLACK BABYMAKER UP
HER TIGHT WHITE BELLY .."  "SHUT UP, WILL YA'?  I CAN'T HEAR THE BITCH
CRYING .."

The cock digs through every nook in my numb pussy.  I get this image
in my mind, a rat poking its nose through a sewer looking for food.  I
can feel its whiskers inside me, its tiny legs scurrying up into my
thorax.  A fist clutches my hair and yanks my head back.

"TALK TO ME, BITCH!  WHO AM I?  WHO'S FUCKING YOU RIGHT NOW, CUNT?
WHO!?"

"My daddy," I blubber, knowing the script he wants to hear by heart.
Even while I'm getting my guts fucked out, I'm STILL Courtney Star.  I
STILL know what's expected of me, what I need to do and say to
maintain the illusion that ALL men NEED to hear.  "You're my daddy.
My new daddy.  Please, daddy, fuck me good .. fuck your little
daughter good .."

"DAMN RIGHT I'M YOUR DADDY NOW, CUNT.  AND DADDY TAKES WHAT HE WANTS.
ALL RIGHT ..?"

"yes, daddy .."

I can feel his dick-stalk throb, and in another second he's dumping
his load into the reservoir of his rubber.  Temporarily satiated, the
rat slinks back out of my belly, and I feel another nose sniffing at
my tunnel entrance.

"YOU GONNA FEEL THIS, BITCH!  I GUARANTEE, YOU GONNA FEEL THIS .."

This next cock charges ahead.  I can feel it trembling as it
slip-sloshes inside me.  I know that sensation REAL WELL.  This fucker
is already set to dump a load.  I tighten my tired kegels and clamp
down desperately on his shaft.  I reach my hand around and tickle his
hair-trigger balls.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"  Drained and defeated, the second cock manages a few
more half-hearted stabs before it goes all noodly.  My pussy spits it
out.

"YO, NIGGER, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SHIT?!  WE GOT MOTHERFUCKIN'
REPUTATIONS TO UPHOLD HERE.  YOU GET YOUR SORRY BLACK ASS TO THE END
OF THAT LINE, AND WE'LL TRY THIS SHIT AGAIN .."  "IT'S TIME SOMEONE
SHOWS YOU BOYS HOW IT'S DONE .."

The third guy is as big as the Colossus of Rhodes.  I can tell by his
smell - corned beef, cabbage and Aqua Velva -- that's he's white.
He's also even FATTER than the Protector.  Thank god his dick is only
like 6 inches hard because he plops his lard belly on my back and
starts CRUSH-FUCKING the hell out of me.

i can't fucking breath, god damn it .. Christ .. fuck .. dark tunnel
.. no light .. no jesus .. just falling ..   

----

Cold .. inside .. my tummy .. icy tendrils crawling up like frost
crystals on a window pane ..

Through the curtain of receding darkness, I feel gobs of chilly
lubricant being smeared generously over the openings of my pussy and
asshole.

"WHAT DOES THIS MAKE?  LIKE 20 ALREADY?"  "YOU'RE HER SWEET 16, BRO'.
MAKE IT ONE SHE'LL REMEMBER.  ALL RIGHT .."  "JUST SAVE SOME OF THAT
SHIT FOR ME .."  "WHAT ARE YOU GONNA TAKE, HER PUSSY OR ASS ..?"

I can't distinguish between one cock or the next one or the one after
that.  During the intervals between cocks, I can feel cool air blowing
through the open shutters of my vacated pussy.  Then another cock
slams the window shut, and the hammering begins again.

More cocks, more cold goo. Whenever the viscosity starts binding up,
more frigid lube is squirted deep into my blasted crevices. Then I'm
mounted again, and the line resumes moving, its tail stretching
through space-time back into infinity.

Some cocks prefer my pussy, others my ass.  I can't even tell the
difference anymore.  My two holes have merged into one gaping wound.
Once in awhile, though, a particular cock will stab into me so
viciously that it slices through the numbness and makes me FEEL again!

god, I hate you .. why? .. please, just let me be numb ..  

"DO HER, HOMES.  MAKE THE LITTLE FREAK SCREAM .."  "GOD, I CAN'T WAIT
TO GET ME SOME OF THAT TIGHT ASS .."  "THAT'S PRETTY GOOD FOR A WHITE
BOY, BUBBA .."  "HOW'S THAT PUSSY, G?  I WAS RIGHT, WASN'T I?  BITCH
DONE ALREADY TAKEN 20 COCKS UP THAT SLICE, AND SHE'S STILL SNUG AS A
BUG IN A RUG .."  LOOK AT THAT SHIT!  A TIGHT END FUCKIN' HER TIGHT
END .."

Occasionally, somewhere within the maelstrom of bestial rutting, the
friction of cock inside me coaxes a sickly, wheezing orgasm.  I bleat
and slump over.  The pack roars like hyenas.

"YOU'RE PLAYIN' IN THE PROS NOW, CUNT .."  "SEE IF YOU CAN POP HER
AGAIN, HOMES.  LITTLE FREAKY BITCH CAN'T GET ENOUGH THIS SHIT, CAN YOU
...?"  "FUCK, I THINK SHE'S CUMMING AGAIN.  SLAM THAT MEAT IN HER, G.
SPIKE THAT SHIT, RIGHT IN HER FUCKING ENDZONE .."

Hands smack in "high-fives."  Fists grab hanks of my hair and drag me
whimpering to the floor.  

"ROUND TWO!"

A forest of hard cock surrounds and imprisons me; everywhere I turn,
they shake and rattle menacingly in my face like spears.  Fingers
fashion my hair into a makeshift ponytail, tying the base with a
sticky condom.  Fists tug at the ponytail, yanking my head to and fro
like a balloon on a string.

"GET THAT MOUTH OVER HERE, BITCH .."  "LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU'RE CHOKIN'
ON MY BONE, CUNT .."  "GIVE ME SOME OF THAT SKULL .."  "CAN YOU TAKE
TWO COCKS IN THAT CUNT MOUTH OF YOURS, CUNT .."

They pass my skull between them like a football, wild-eyed boys
executing some crazy complicated trick-play they drew on my back with
x's and o's.  It never occurs to them that a girl is crying inside the
inflated bag of skin they're kicking around.  Why the fuck should it?
What's the fucking fun in that?

"DAMN, SHE'S GOT TWO COCKS IN HER FREAKY MOUTH .."  "LET'S SEE IF
IT'LL FIT THREE .."  "SHOVE THAT DICK UP HER NOSE .."  "JESUS, NIGGER,
DON'T BE WAVING AROUND THAT SLIMY, NAPPY-ASS DICK.  WIPE THAT SHIT OFF
IN HER HAIR.  WHERE ARE YOUR FUCKING MANNERS, BOY ..?"  "THAT'S IT,
CUNT, CHIN TO BALLS, CHIN TO BALLS .."  

There are more cocks swirling around me than grains of sand in all the
world's deserts and beaches combined.  I suck until I can't even open
my mouth anymore.  They don't fucking care.  They just pry my jaws
open with their beefy fingers.  Slowly, I sink into the calm eye of
the raging flesh vortex.

Swirling again .. sweet sunsets and dusks settling into twilight over
my eyes .. light recedes from my skull, my brain .. swirling .. like
water finding a deep dark drain ..

------

An ICEBERG crashes through the arctic quietude.  ICY SHARDS of FRIGID
WATER burst through the bulkhead of still silence, hurdling me back
into the revolving pinwheel of fiery, prodding pitchforks.

"THAT OUGHT TO WAKE THE BITCH UP .."  "YOU DIDN'T THINK WE WERE GONNA
LET YOU SLEEP THROUGH YOUR BIG PARTY, DID YOU, CUNT ..?"  "GET ANOTHER
BUCKET AND SOAP UP HER HOLES.  SHE'S STARTING TO SMELL LIKE THE
CHICKEN OF THE SEA MERMAID DOWN THERE .."

I'm back on the pool table, my shoulders pinned to the felt beneath
two granite knees.  Stupidly, I try to wriggle free.  More buckets of
icy, soapy water slop and slosh over my naked body.  "fuck  ..." I can
barely sputter.

Something that feels like a toilet brush starts scouring the numb,
sore creases of my pussy and ass.  More buckets of cold water shock me
back into HARD reality.  I can't even shiver anymore I am SO FUCKING
TIRED.

But they won't let me drift back into my blissful coma.  I'm just a
piece of prey, fresh-kill for the pack.

Rough, eager paws pat me dry with big, fluffy towels that smell of
sunshine and fabric softener.  Suddenly, lips kiss me passionately on
the mouth.  A tongue dances between my tired jaws and flicks upward
against my palate.  I guess my automatic pilot takes over.  From
somewhere deep within the ocean of pain, my tongue resuscitates.  I
kiss the lips back.     

The mouth moves down my face to my bruised breasts.  Delicately,
tenderly the tongue teases my nipples back into consciousness.  My
whole body starts waking up now, and candlelight starts creeping
through the teary veil covering my eyes.

I look up into the face of GBQB.  He smirks, lifting himself up by his
strong white arms.  "That's my girl," he whispers before his stiff
lance pierces the scrubbed folds of my labia.  "Jesus, you're
incredible," he keeps sweet-talking me.  "Worth every fucking penny ..
every fucking penny."

His ass swivels and grinds, his dick twirling like a ballet dancer
inside me.  He leans down and kisses me again, sweetly.  I almost
forget there's like 50 people standing around and watching us.

"LOOK AT THAT WHITE BOY FUCK HER .."  "GET HER GOOD AND JUICY FOR ME,
BRO' .."  "THE LITTLE CUNT LIKES THAT, DON'T SHE .."

Something about the look in his eyes and the way he's fucking me --
like I'm really SOMEBODY, like I'm a human being-- touches those
temperamental frazzled nerves in my clit.  Even though my thighs ache
and my pussy is SO raw, I still lift my bruised legs and wrap them
around his strong lower back.  We swim into each other's bodies for
liquid minutes that seem to stretch into my adulthood.  In - out, up -
down, see - saw, back - forth, open - close ...

Then, WAY TOO SOON, I feel that tell-tale quiver in his dick and
balls.

"Shit .." QB sighs his cumshot into the bubble at the end of his
rubber.  We share one more kiss before he slides off.  "OKAY," he
announces to the rejuvenated pack, "SHE'S ALL YOURS AGAIN."

Freshly fucked and frustrated, I allow my rag-doll body to be posed
again.  This time I'm lowered like a sack of flour onto one hard cock.
As it glides up into my belly, I press my palms into the guy's
chiseled pecs and start riding him like a pogo stick.

Suddenly, I've GOT to get this cum.  It's like the MOST important
thing in the world to me.  QB woke up my clit, and now it needs to
feed.  My pussy EATS the cock inside me, devouring it.  I feel hands
playing with my ass, but I DON'T care.  I'm going to chase down my cum
and nail it up inside me if it's the last thing I do.

That's why I don't say anything when I feel a big gob of lube squirt
into my ass crack.  "Stick it in," I hear my voice challenge the
bloated cock-head teasing my sphinx.  "Come on," I croak.  "STICK IT
IN, GOD DAMN IT!"

The pack suddenly shuts up.  The cock at my ass hesitates a moment,
then skewers my sphinx.  He's thrusting not even ten seconds before I
turn to the crowd and sneer again.

"Okay, which of you studs is going to fuck my mouth?" I dare them.
"Come on.  I've got an open hole here.  What are you all, faggots?
COME ON!"

"I'll show you who's a faggot, you freaky little bitch," one of the
pack steps forward.  His black dick is long but barely even half-hard.
He's pumping it and stroking it, trying to twirl some life back into
it.  But he's still pretty soft by the time he reaches me.

"What are going to do with that thing?" I spit right in his piss hole
and turn back to the pack.  "COME ON, doesn't somebody got a real cock
out there?"

"Shut your bitch mouth and SUCK IT!"  He grabs my ponytail and mashes
my mouth up against his still-limp dick.

I lick the rubbery shaft and his balls, and I even give him some ass
play with my fingers.  But he's a goner, and the crowd knows it.

"Come on, nigger, what's wrong?" "Would you look at that shit?"  "Sit
down, nigger!"  "Man, that is some sorry shit."

"IT'S NOT HAPPENING," I snap at Limp Dick and point to the sidelines.
"NEXT?!"

But he keeps standing there, wagging his black linguini at me until
another cock - a big, juicy, HARD one -- pushes him aside.  While Limp
Dick shuffles off into the peanut gallery, this fresh stud LORDS his
dick over my hungry face, slapping me silly with it before he plunges
it between drooling lips.

Now I'm STUFFED with dick.  The REAL hardcore, thrash-fuck gangbanging
FINALLY begins.  From now until the end of time, an eternity of cocks
simultaneously torments every hole in my body.  I hump and suck
through my second, third and fourth winds, while the cocks keep coming
and cumming.  Soon my face is glazed with a coating of sperm as thick
and sticky as marshmallow frosting.

One cock after another gears up, breaches a hole, and then spends its
spew in my ass, pussy or mouth.  Yet, despite each of my small
victories, the onslaught of flesh never ceases.  For every player that
goes down, another from the bench takes his place.

THIS IS WAR! -- inexhaustible artillery battering an insurmountable
fortress.  I don't want to lose or surrender.  Yet, I know eventually
they'll BREAK me.

Losing gracefully is part of being Courtney Star and living in
Courtney's World.  Sure, I get to put up a fight - a GOOD FIGHT -- but
in the end HARD COCK always has to win over tight pussy.  That's the
DREAM men pay for, and that's what Courtney Star delivers. But without
the fight, cock's victory over pussy is meaningless.  And above all
that's what Courtney Star gives her men - MEANING!   

So the war rages on -- one cock forever poised at my slack drooling
jaws, policing every remaining breath that I take, forcing me to stare
headlong into fit after fit of scalding cum; the next cock jutting up
into my tummy like Cleopatra's Needle while I ride it hopelessly --
Sisyphus on a teeter-totter; the last cock tearing my sphinx into raw
tatters, caving my flat, narrow bottom into a muddy sinkhole.


----------------


"Thanks, baby, you were awesome," QB pecks me on the cheek as I stand
in the doorway of the mansion.  I'm leaning against my dad.  I have
to.  If he weren't here right now, I'd fall over on my face.  "There's
an extra 10 G's in there, too," QB points to the suitcase of unmarked
bills my dad now clutches.  "I didn't think it'd get that crazy,
honest.  I don't even know who half those guys were that showed up, or
where they came from.  They just kept coming in.  I'm sorry, baby.
Really .."

"Don't sweat it .." I whisper.  My WHOLE BODY aches.  Even my hair
hurts.  "It was fun."

"I don't know how you did it," QB shakes his head in disbelief.  "You
just never stopped.  You just took it all .. every single guy, every
single thrust, every single cum shot .. you fucking TOOK IT ALL!
Jesus, I don't know how you can even move now."

"I'm still horny," I smile at him and turn to my dad.  "Daddy, can you
fuck me on the plane ride home?"

"Sure, baby," my dad pats me on the head.  "It's like I tell
everyone," my dad confides to GBQB.  "The little slut can't get
enough."

"Unreal," GBQB scratches his head as we turn around and I limp towards
the waiting limo.

"How bad is it, pumpkin?" my dad asks when we're safely in the back of
the limo and behind the privacy glass.

"It only hurts when I exist," I quip.

"I just hope you're all right in school today," my dad muses while he
rubs my neck and shoulders.

"Dad ..?!"

"Don't look at me," he shrugs his shoulders.  "I'm not the one who
booked a private, out-of-town gangbang show on a school night."

"But dad ..?!"

"Your mother and I told you when we agreed to let you start Courtney's
World.  It is NOT to interfere with school.  Do you remember your
promise, pumpkin?  Do you?"

"Yes, dad," I sigh.

"Besides, you need to start working on a solution for Friday night.
It's the day after tomorrow, and we need to put SOMETHING on the
webcast.  Reza's not about to start refunding a million dollars in
pre-pays because you can't find a date."  He pauses.  "Maybe I can
scare up some kid at the bus terminal, you know, a runaway or
something ..?"

"I said I'll HANDLE IT, dad," I hiss through my teeth.   "Now would
you just let me sleep 'til we get back home?  Please ..?"

"Sure, pumpkin," my dad smoothes back my bangs.  "I'm sorry.  I know
you'll handle it.  You always do." 

"Just don't worry, dad.  I'll think of something.  I promise."  I
cuddle up against him and nuzzle his belly with my nose.  He smells
like pussy.  I wonder what my mom will say.

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