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*The Favor* by MWTB

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   *Part 1: The Beginning*

   *Chapter 1: The Question*

   Rachel was my best friend.  We'd been neighbors since birth, and though
she was absolutely gorgeous, practically my idea of perfection, she had
always been like a sister to me.  We went to school together, hung out
together, talked about everything.  We just never got romantic.

   Rachel knew about all the girls that I had gone out with, and I knew
about her boyfriends.  She knew that I'd had sex with a couple, and petted
with even more.  I knew that she had never let a guy get to second base.  I
had asked her about it.  Was she saving herself for marriage?  Did she not
like the particular guys she was dating?  Was she a lesbian?  She would
just laugh and tell me I was silly, and that she had her reasons.  It was
one of the few things we never discussed.

   +++++

   It was the beginning of summer.  We had just finished our junior year of
high school and we were hanging out together in Rachel's bedroom, listening
to music and talking.  Her mother was gone for the weekend, but she trusted
Rachel home alone.

   There was a lull in our conversation, and when I looked over at Rachel
she was staring at me contemplatively.

   "What?" I asked.

   "Do you love me?" she asked.

   "Huh?" I exclaimed in surprise.

   "A simple question," she said.  "Do you love me?  We've been friends
forever.  Do you love me?"

   I thought about it for a second and then said, "Of course!  I'd do
anything for you!"

   She pounced on this, saying, "Really?  You would really do anything for
me?"

   "You know I would!" I said.

   She paused for a long moment, and then said, "OK, I have a favor to
ask."

   "Sure, what do you want?" I asked.

   "It is a very, very big favor," she said with a warning tone in her
voice.

   "Okaaaay," I said, wondering where this was leading.

   "First, I need to explain something to you that I haven't explained
before," she told me.  "You know that I don't fool around with my dates. 
It makes it hard for me to get dates, but that's my rule.  And you always
wondered why, right?  Well, I'll tell you why.

   "A lot of my friends think that it is because I don't trust the boys,
but that's not it.  It's that I don't trust myself." She paused for a
moment, and then said, "Oh god, I practiced this in my head, and I still
can't get it out."

   Rachel sighed and said, "The reason that I don't let the boys touch me
is because I am a pervert."

   "A pervert?" I asked.  "What do you mean?"

   "I mean that I am a sexual deviant," she said.  "I get excited by
certain things that would make other people disgusted.  And I know that if
I let myself go even a little bit, there would be no turning back."

   "You are still confusing me, Raich," I said.  "What things get you off,
and how would there be no turning back?"

   Rachel sighed again, and was quiet for a long time.  Finally she reached
over into her bedside table and pulled some things out, which she put into
my hand.  I examined them, and they looked like a smaller version of the
ends of battery charging cables; I think they are called alligator clips.

   "What are these?" I asked.

   "Those are clips," she said in a quiet voice.  "I use them on my
nipples, and sometimes my clit, when I masturbate in bed."

   I looked at them more closely, surprised.  I closed one on the skin of
my finger and it hurt like hell.  I looked up at her, and she seemed on the
verge of crying.

   "Do you know those dreams that people have, where they are in class and
they realize that they are naked?" she asked.

   I nodded my head.

   "To me, those are wet dreams," she said.  Tears began falling from her
eyes.  "Most girls think of movie or rock stars when they jill-off.  I
think of Harrison Ford in Raiders of the Lost Ark.  Except instead of him
saving me from the Nazis, he is using his bull-whip on me!"

   Rachel was crying all out now, so I reached over and pulled her into my
arms.  "Raich, it's OK.  Everyone has fantasies," I said.  "If I told you
half my fantasies you'd think I was a degenerate too!  It doesn't make you
a bad person!  I still love you, and I don't think badly of you!"

   Rachel continued to sob into my chest for a few more minutes.  Finally,
she wiped her eyes on my shirt and looked up at me.  She reached over and
got some tissues, blew her nose and cleaned up her face.

   "I knew you'd feel that way," she said with a little smile.

   "Then why were you so worried about telling me?" I asked.  "Why were you
crying?"

   "Because I've never told anyone this," she said.  "Besides, I'm not
done."

   "What else do you want to tell me?" I asked.

   "Jeff, it's not just that I have these fantasies," she said.  "You saw
the clips; I can't get off unless I hurt myself.  Actually, that's not
entirely true.  I can't get off unless I am in pain, or I feel completely
humiliated."

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "Remember last year when I was in volleyball and my shirt got caught and
my boob popped out?" she asked.

   I hadn't been there, but the story certainly spread around the school. I
nodded.

   "When I realized what had happened I screamed, covered myself up and ran
to the bathroom," she explained.  "And when I got there I jumped into a
stall and masturbated until I came, which took about 3 seconds.  I replayed
that night in my head while I masturbated for weeks.  My only regret was
that I ran away so soon.  It would have been better had more people seen
me.

   "Even that faded after a while, and I had to go back to the clips and to
other things that I use to give me pain.  Jeff, I'm not normal.  I need
something more.  And that is where the favor comes in."

   Now I was starting to get a little nervous, but I nodded for her to
continue anyway.

   "Next year we are going off to college," she said.  "In high school, I
can keep the boys away.  But the feelings are getting stronger.  When I get
to college, someone is going to figure me out, and in all likelihood, going
to take advantage of it.  And if I don't do something before then, I won't
care.  I'll give in to anything that someone asks for, just to get the
pleasure.  I don't want that to happen."

   She paused again for a long time, not looking at me.  Finally I asked,
"So what can I do for you?"

   "Jeff, I need to know what it's like with someone that loves me. 
Someone that cares for me.  Someone that will do what I need, but still
think about me.  Jeff, from now until we graduate next June, I want you to
own me."

   I sat back, shocked.  "Own you?" I asked.

   "I promise you, that if you will do this for me, I will never say no to
anything that you ask of me," she replied.  "I am not asking for you to be
my boyfriend, or for you to stop seeing other girls.  I am just saying that
if you do what I ask then I will be your slut, your whore, your fucktoy,
your plaything, until we graduate."

   That didn't relieve my shock.  "Exactly what are you asking for?  What
do you want me to do?"

   "I want you to fulfill my fantasies," she said.  "I want you to treat me
badly.  I want you to hurt me.  I want you to humiliate me.  I want you to
screw me every way that you can thing of.  I want you to use me for your
pleasure."

   "But why?" I asked.  "Why do you want this?  And why me?"

   She sighed and said, "Jeff, it is all that I think about now.  If I
don't do something affirmatively to make this happen, then I will fall for
the first guy that treats me badly.  If any one of these guys I went out
with tried to date rape me, I would fold and let him do it.  I would
encourage him to do it.  I would encourage him to do it in the boys' locker
room in front of the football team." She paused, breathing heavily, clearly
worked up by the image that she was drawing.

   "Jeff, I know you," she went on.  "I trust you.  And more importantly, I
think that you can treat me like I want to be treated, and still respect
me. I think that you can beat the crap out of me, and still worry if you
are really hurting me.  Jeff, you are the only person in the world that I
think could give me what I want."

   Now it was my turn to sit back quietly.  I couldn't believe it.  She had
hidden her desires so well.  Looking back, I couldn't think of a single
thing that would indicate her sexual bent.  And I couldn't figure out if I
could give her what she wanted; what she needed.

   I sat there for a long time, until finally Rachel couldn't take it
anymore.  She looked up at me and said, "Talk to me Jeff.  Do you hate me?"

   I smiled at her and held my arms out to her.  I hugged her, stroking her
hair and I said, "No Rachel, I don't hate you."

   I released her and held her at arms length, looking into her eyes. 
"This is a lot to ask of me," I said.  "On the other hand, it could be
every boy's fantasy.  But if you want me to do this, you are going to tell
me _exactly_ what you are looking for."

   She nodded her head and smiled.  "I know you, Jeff.  I knew that would
be the first thing you asked!"

   "Ahhh, I'm so young, yet so predictable," I said regretfully.

   "Only to me, you goof!" she said, punching my arm.  Then she got serious
and said, "Really though, I know you always need to understand the rules,
so here they are.

   "One, I don't want to be permanently damaged.  I am on the Pill, so
pregnancy is not an issue, but I don't want to be disfigured in any
non-reversible way.

   "Two, don't do anything that would make you lose respect for me.  If you
want to make me a slut, a whore, a skank, that's fine.  As long as you
still respect me.  If you want the entire football team to fuck me up my
ass, I'll do it for you.  But if watching another guy screw me will make
you lose respect for me, don't do it.  I'd rather have my fantasy
unfulfilled than have you lose respect for me.

   "Three, the day after we graduate from high school, everything goes back
to the way it was this morning.

   "That's it.  Those are the rules, limitations and boundaries."

   I sat there examining her face, and this time she didn't look away.  If
anything, she was defiant.  I said, "Are you sure those are the only
restrictions?"

   "I've thought about if for a _very_ long time, and yes, those are the
only restrictions," she affirmed.

   "Let me go through the rules point by point," I said.  "One: no
permanent disfiguration.  That leaves a _lot_ of room open.  Are you sure
that is what you mean?"

   She nodded.

   "So tattoos are out, unless I reverse them, but I can pierce you as much
as I want?" I asked.

   Again, she nodded.

   "And I can beat you and bruise you, but not break bones or knock out
teeth?" I asked.

   And again, she nodded.

   "Two I could live with.  In fact, it would be one of my rules," I said.
"But Three I'm not happy with.  Instead, if we go ahead with this, our year
will start when you say, 'My fantasy begins now', and it will end when you
say 'My fantasy is over'.  Whether you say it after ten minutes or one
year, that's how long it lasts.  Can you live with that?"

   She nodded, a smile coming to her face.  "Does this mean you'll do it?"
she asked.

   "Not just yet," I said.  "I'm still working my way through what is OK
and what is not."

   "Don't you get it?" she asked.  "Everything, except for what I've
specifically excluded, is OK.  If you want to have me wash your toilet
naked while a German Shepard fucks me in the ass and your sister pisses on
me, it would not only be OK, but I would most likely cum like I've never
cum before!"

   Her eyes were glowing as she said that, and I actually believe that she
meant it!  I sat back again, considering what it would mean.  Regardless of
what Rachel said, when this was over things would most definitely not be
like they were before.  Could I respect her after doing the things that she
wanted?  I was pretty sure I knew the answer.  Did I want to?  Shit, yes!

   Rachel was a dream.  She was the girl next door type, light brown hair
down to her shoulder blades, clear blue eyes and a button nose.  She was
about 5' 7" and still growing.  Her baby fat was gone, as was the lanky,
gawky stage that she had gone through, leaving her body slim with perfect
teenage curves.  Her breasts were not huge, but perfect for her frame, 34C
riding high on her chest.  She wore clothes that showed off her body, but
were not _too_ trashy, just the correct level of trashiness for today's
modern teenager; crop tops and hip huggers, shorts, tight jeans and skirts.

   Despite the fact that I had viewed her as a friend that was a girl, and
not a girlfriend, I had still fantasized about her body, as had every boy
at our school - and not a few girls.  The thought of having her body for my
pleasure was extraordinary!  But again, it would change our friendship! 
Sigh.

   I looked at her and asked, "Rachel, do you have something to say to me?"

   She looked at me, confused, and then light dawned.  Her smile was huge,
and it made my heart feel good as she said, "Jeff, my fantasy begins now!"

   +++++

   *Chapter 2: Jeff Takes Charge*

   I shivered and my pussy released a surge of fluid.  I may even have had
a little orgasm.  All from four little words: My fantasy begins now.

   For months I had been contemplating this, and now I was committed. 
Could I go through with it?  Could Jeff?  I loved Jeff like a brother, but
we would now start a whole new relationship.  I just signed my body over to
him.  I gave him carte blanche.  I know he is my best friend; that he loves
me.  I know that he is a thoughtful person, not prone to irrationality. 
However I just handed him the keys to my body.

   The more I thought about it, the hotter I got.  I realized that Jeff
owned my body.  In all likelihood he would be fucking me in just moments!

   "Stand up," Jeff said.

   I stood up in front of him, and Jeff signaled that I should turn around.
I turned in front of him as he appeared to evaluate my body.  Then he
pointed to the corner of my room and said, "Go stand over there with your
nose touching the corner of your room."

   My mouth dropped open.  He was sending me to the corner like he was
punishing me.  He didn't ask me to take my clothes off or give him a
blowjob; he just sent me to the corner like a naughty girl!  I went to the
corner and pressed up against it as he instructed.  I heard Jeff leave the
room, and about five minutes later I heard him come back.  Then I heard him
going through my drawers.

   "What are you doing?" I asked.

   "Did you tell me that you would do everything that I asked of you?" Jeff
asked in a harsh voice.

   "Yes," I responded.

   "And having offered to let me put your head in the toilet while a dog
fucks you and my sister pisses on you pretty much makes you a filthy,
skanky slut, doesn't it?" he asked.

   "I guess," I said in a quiet voice.

   "And given that you are such a filthy slut, I can punish you any way
that I see fit, right?" he demanded.

   "Yes," I replied.

   "Then press your trashy body against that wall and keep your dirty mouth
shut!" he yelled.

   I pressed harder against the wall, tears dripping from my eyes.  It had
started already!  He has lost respect for me.  Then I realized something
else.  There was a large wet spot on the front of my jeans!

   "Ho, ho!" he said.  "What have we here?" He had been going through my
drawers.  It sounded like he was removing items, and now I heard a familiar
buzzing noise.  He had found my vibrator!  He turned it off and I heard him
throw it on my bed.  I heard him moving around a lot for the next ten
minutes as I kept my body pressed into the corner.

   "I have a few questions for you," Jeff said.  "First, tell me what
you've done in your life, sexually."

   "You know what I've done," I replied, still facing the wall.  "Not much
at all.  I haven't even let a boy fondle my tits.  I've kissed a couple,
but that is it.  I play with myself, but only on the outside.  I still have
my hymen.  I've played with my asshole a little but I've never put anything
in.  I've never seen a real life grown up cock."

   He seemed to consider that for a little bit, and then he ordered, "Turn
around!"

   I turned and I saw what he had been doing.  Most of my clothes were
scattered around the room, and there was a large box with a bunch of my
clothes in it.  On top of my clothes rested my vibrator.

   "In this box I put all of your clothes that I did not like," he told me.
"You will put it away and not open it until this fantasy is finished.  If
you need to cum, ask me; you can't use this toy.

   "I think you'll find that most of your underwear is gone.  You can look
at what remains to see what is acceptable." I saw that what remained were
thongs and g-strings.  "You probably shouldn't get too many more, as you
won't be wearing them too frequently."

   He looked me up and down again and said, "Strip!"

   I smiled at him and started slowly peeling off my top.  "No, no, no!" he
exclaimed.  "If I want a sexy strip tease I'll take you to a strip club and
have the professionals teach you how to do it on the stage.  Now just take
your clothes off!"

   I blushed and pulled my top off and pushed my jeans and panties off.  I
stood there in the corner of the room, my hands clasped in front of me,
naked in front of a boy for the first time since puberty.

   "Drop your hands," he said.  He was clearly evaluating my body as he had
me turn, and from the sounds he was making, he wasn't too pleased.

   "Your tits are nice enough, but they need more," he told me.  "And your
pussy is a mess!  Don't you ever shave?"

   I shook my head.

   "Mmmmm, Go shower and then come back out here.  If I'm not here when you
get back, stand against the wall again until I return."

   I couldn't believe it.  I know he had seen naked girls before, but I
thought my body was pretty good!  I expected that he'd like my body better
than this!  I headed towards the shower, and as I went into the bathroom he
said, "And no cumming!  If you cum in the shower I'll take a permanent
marker, write 'Chronic Masturbator' across your tits and stake you in your
front lawn!"

   As I got into the shower I thought it might almost be worth it!

   +++++

   *Chapter 3: The Preparation*

   "Well, this is harder that I anticipated," I thought as Rachel headed
into the shower.  It had taken me a while to figure out exactly what Rachel
wanted, and even longer to figure out how I was going to provide it.  One
thing that I realized is that I needed help.  I went downstairs and
outside, crossing the yard to my house next door.  I went upstairs and
knocked on my sister's door.

   "Hey, J, what's up?" she asked.

   "I need your help," I told her.  "Can I talk to you?"

   My sister is three years older than me.  She went the local community
college route, and was currently working as a hairdresser in a salon
downtown, but she still lived at home.

   "How can I help you, bro?" she asked.  Michelle and I had always had a
pretty good relationship, at least as much as a younger brother / older
sister could.  I annoyed her and she picked on me, but lately we've gotten
along pretty well.

   "Don't freak out, but I need your help with something personal.  It's
going to sound amazingly weird, but hear me out." I explained what Rachel
had asked me.  Then I explained what I wanted to do, and where she could
help, both immediately and in the long term.

   As I explained things to Michelle, she was alternately shocked and
amused.  When I was done explaining my plan, she looked at me and whistled.
"Do you realize what you have here?" she asked.

   "Yes," I said with a weak grin.

   "You are the luckiest high school boy on the face of the planet!" she
laughed.

   "I could be, if all goes well," I said.  "It could also blow up
completely in my face."

   "Give me ten minutes to make some calls," she told me, walking to her
phone shaking her head.

   +++++

   *Chapter 4: The Corner*

   I got out of the shower, dried off, and went back to my bedroom.  Jeff
wasn't there, so I headed back to the corner.  I got there and pressed my
nose to the corner.  After a minute, I realized that Jeff would probably
want me naked, so I dropped the towel and kicked it away.

   Five minutes later I was still standing in the corner, my mind working
overtime.  What was Jeff doing?  Had I really made the right decision?  Did
he still respect me?  About once a minute I made up my mind to put on my
clothes, find Jeff, and tell him it was all a joke.  Then I thought, "I am
standing in the corner of my room, naked, like a naughty little girl,
waiting for a boy to come back and treat me like a slut.  It's what I
always wanted."

   I was on the tenth iteration of this argument when I heard Jeff come
back in.  "Turn around," he said.

   I did so, and I saw him standing there, looking me over.

   "Jeff, I need to ask you something," I said, nervously.

   "What?" he asked.

   "Have you lost respect for me?" I asked.

   He smiled at me and walked over to me.  He held my hair and kissed me
lightly on my lips.  He looked me in the eyes and said, "Rachel, you know
how I love rules.  Rule Two stated that I wouldn't do anything to make me
lose respect for you.  I will not treat you with respect, but you can rest
assured that I _do_ respect you.  I was actually thinking about it, and I
respect you more for having the courage to do this!"

   I couldn't believe how relieved I felt when he said that!  I practically
collapsed in his arms as I kissed his neck and muttered, "Thank you, thank
you!" Jeff still respected me, and I knew he was going to give me what I
needed!

   I stood back up straight, thrusting my breasts out, and I said, "But
don't you like me Jeff?  I've offered my body to you, and you haven't even
grabbed my ass!"

   He stepped back and said, "It has been a temptation, let me tell you. 
But I thought about it, and I asked myself, 'How does a girl want her first
time to be?' Soft candlelight, a rosestrewn bed, music playing softly,
gentle kisses, becoming more passionate." He ran his fingers down the side
of my body, causing me to shiver as he continued.  "Gentle caresses, my
tongue working its way over your body.  Getting you wet, entering you
slowly, breaking through your barrier, taking your virginity as mine. 
Slowly building the pleasure back up, faster and faster, until you cannot
stand it, finally taking you over the edge into orgasmic pleasure as I pump
my love into you."

   I was shivering with the thought of what he said.  He stepped back, and
his face took on a slightly evil smile.  "Then I thought about what Rachel
would want.  What is Rachel going to get?  Rachel is going to get dressed
in the clothes I give her.  We are going to go out on a couple of errands.
I won't tell you what they are, but I promise that they will be both
painful and humiliating.  Then we are going to come back to your bed, and I
will take you.  I will not be gentle.  I will slam through you and fuck you
as hard as I can, until I am satisfied, and then I will cum in you.

   "Then you are going to clean me off, and I will fuck your mouth with my
cock.  I will take your second virginity, and you will again pleasure me
until I cum in your mouth.  You will swallow every drop, just like the slut
that you are."

   He pulled me in front of the mirror and stood behind me, sweeping my
hair to the side as he whispered in my ear.  "And finally, I will put you
up on your hands and knees, facing this mirror, so that you can watch as I
kneel behind you and take your anal virginity.  You will be able to see
what a slut you are, as you cum with my cock buried in your ass, ripping
your body apart.

   "How will you feel years from now when your daughter asks you how you
lost your virginity?  Will you be able to tell her how her slut mother lost
all three virginities in a single day in an orgy of pain and pleasure?"

   My mind was reeling.  I couldn't think.  First he describes the
beautiful deflowerment from a romance novel, then this awful, degrading
description of his plans for me!  How could I go through with this?

   He kissed my neck, forcing me to look at myself in the mirror.  He
whispered gently in my ear, while peering into the reflection of my eyes,
"If it will help, I will allow you one minute to relieve yourself, but you
must do it right here, right now."

   Oh my god!  He was telling me that I could masturbate, but in front of
him!  I couldn't do that.  Not with the horrible images he put into my
head. As I was thinking that, I felt my fingers entering my pussy.  It was
a swamp.  I don't think I'd ever been so wet before, not even after I was
exposed in gym.  He offered me one minute, but all I needed was ten
seconds. Within that time, my body arched backwards into his and I screamed
in pleasure and release.  Finally I slumped forward, held up in his strong
hands, and he whispered, "That was beautiful, Rachel."

   +++++

   *Chapter 5: The Hairdresser*

   I gave Rachel a few minutes to descend from her orgasm.  That was the
first time I had ever seen a woman make herself cum, and it was all I could
do to keep myself from throwing her on the bed and having my way with her.
She would have enjoyed it too, but I wanted to make it even more special
for her.

   I walked her to the bed and handed her a dress.  "Wear this," I said.

   She took it from me and looked at me with a smile.  "You always were a
sucker for a sundress," she said.  "But this really got too small on me."

   "Nevertheless," I replied.

   She slipped it over her head and reached for her panties.  "Just the
dress," I said.  She looked at me with a smirk.  I signaled her to stand
near me as I picked up a pair of scissors.

   "What are you going to do with that?" she asked.

   I reached over and pulled her top button and snipped it off.  Then I did
the same for the next two.  When I stepped back I saw the swells of her
breasts clearly evident through the open top of the dress.

   "Good thing I don't wear this that much any more," she told me.

   "We'll see," I said, smiling.  Then I pointed around and told her, "I'm
going downstairs for a little bit.  Clean up this room and make the bed so
that everything is neat for later." Then I left and went downstairs.

   I sat on the couch in the living room and tried to collect my thoughts.
I was trying to be cool, collected and suave on the outside, but on the
inside I was a raging ball of hormones.  I seriously considered going to
the bathroom and relieving myself, but I decided to wait.  I had already
committed myself to three orgasms today, I didn't know if I had four in me.
However I was pretty sure my first one would not be long lasting.

   A few minutes later Rachel came downstairs saying, "All done." I stood
up and looked at her.  I smiled and signaled for her to spin.  She got a
smirk as she spun.  The dress I had selected was from last year, and was
short on her.  As she spun it flared up, giving me a view of her ass and
her dense bush.

   I held out my arm with a smile and she took it as I escorted her
outside. I walked her to my car and helped her in.  She again smirked at me
as she made sure that the dress rode up so that I could get another glimpse
of her bush.  I leaned in and said, "You really are quite the slut, aren't
you?"

   She smiled back and said, "But I'm your slut."

   "For now," I replied, and her smile faltered a little bit.

   We drove in silence for a few minutes until we reached our destination.
As I helped her out of the car, she said, "Why are we here?  I just got my
hair cut last week?  Are we meeting Michelle?"

   I leaned in and whispered, "I always want my sluts to be bald."

   She looked at me fearfully, but followed me in.  The girl behind the
desk looked up as we walked in and said, "Hi Jeff, Michelle's not here."

   "I know," I told her.  "We have an appointment with Janice."

   "OK, hold on a minute while I get her," she told me.  Rachel grabbed my
hand and held it hard as we stood waiting quietly.

   Janice came over and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.  "Jeff," she
exclaimed.  "It's good to see you.  And is this Rachel?" She grabbed
Rachel's hands in hers and looked her up and down.  "She really is a pretty
one.  Come on back."

   Rachel grabbed my hand as we followed Janice back.  Janice is in her
late twenties, her hair was dyed bright red and she had always flirted
good-naturedly with me.  The fact that I knew that she was a lesbian never
stopped me from flirting back.  Janice led us into a little room and said,
"What exactly did you want?"

   "I won't do anything that will last forever, but I want it all off," I
told her.

   Rachel squeezed my hand even harder and moaned, "Jeff!"

   I looked at Rachel as I told Janice, "Rachel here is quite the slut, and
I think sluts like her look better with bald pussies.  So I want it all
waxed off."

   Rachel practically slumped with relief when she realized that I was
having her pussy shaved and not her head.  Her relief didn't last too long
as Janice offered her a gown to get into, and I said, "No need, she'll just
take off her dress."

   Rachel just looked at me in shock as I unbuttoned two more buttons and
slipped her dress over her shoulders so that it pooled at her feet, leaving
her body exposed to Janice.

   Janice whistled in appreciation as she saw Rachel's body.  "Hop up
here," she said, and Rachel got up on the table.

   "I just have to get my stuff," Janice said and opened the door and
walked out.  She left the door open as she walked over to get her things.
It was empty in the back, but anyone could have walked by and seen Rachel
lying nude on the table.  No one did, however, and in a moment Janice was
back, closing the door behind her.

   She walked up to look between Rachel's legs and said, "It really is a
forest in there.  I'll clean it up a little before I wax." She pulled out
her electric clippers and started running it around between Rachel's legs.
Rachel grabbed my hand as she saw the hair start to scatter, and then
gasped and squeezed harder as the vibrating clippers touched a delicate
spot.

   Janice pulled the clippers away and said, "Jeff, can you grab me that
cloth.  This one is sopping down here, and I need to dry her off a little
before it messes up my instruments."

   Rachel moaned and tried to bury her face in my arm as her whole body
flushed in embarrassment.  Janice finished with the clippers, getting
Rachel closer to orgasm but not taking her over.  Then she spread Rachel's
legs even more, put the wet wax around her pubic area, placed the strip,
and yanked.  I would have screamed, but Rachel just moaned deeply.  Janice
did it again and again, until she did right over Rachel's clit.  Rachel
groaned as some of the hot wax touched her wet clit, and then screamed and
shuddered as the last strip was pulled off.

   "I do believe that your little slut just came," Janice told me.  Rachel
moaned again, trying hard not to look at Janice.

   Janice poked around with tweezers for a while, finding stray hairs and
pulling them out.  When she was done, I told Rachel, "Say thank you to
Janice, for doing such a good job."

   Rachel looked up, embarrassment written all over her face and quietly
said, "Thank you very much."

   "Anytime, hon," Janice replied.  "You'll have to come back in a few
weeks." Rachel groaned, but Janice just kissed me on the cheek and left the
room.

   I helped Rachel up and slipped the dress over her head.  Rachel grabbed
me and gave me the hardest kiss I'd ever gotten from a woman.  "Are you
going to take me home and rape me now?" she asked breathlessly.

   "Not quite yet," I responded with a smile.  "One more stop." Rachel
buried her face in my neck, groaning in frustration, and I could not help
copping a feel of her ass.  She pressed her ass into my hands as she moved
her lips back to mine.

   I swatted her ass then laughed as we went back to the front.  "Everyone
is looking at me," she whispered as we made our way forward.

   "Do you think they all realize what a slut they have here?" I asked. 
Again the groan.  I was getting to like that low, deep groan.

   "I need to pay," I said when I reached the front desk.

   "One Brazilian wax," the girl behind the desk said loudly as she took my
money, causing Rachel to cringe.

   I handed Rachel some money and said, "Go find Janice and give her this
tip." I thought she would object, but she just went and found her.  After
she gave the money, I saw Janice pull her into a hug then give her a quick
kiss on the lips.

   When she returned, I escorted her out and we walked down the street.

   "Where to next?" she asked.

   "We're here," I said.

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   *Chapter 6: No Permanent Marks*

   I looked up at the store that we were in front of and the sign said
'Downtown Tattoos'.

   "No permanent marks!" I exclaimed.

   "There have been amazing strides forward in tattoo removal," Jeff said
with a smile.  "I hear that it's effective, though very painful."

   I gaped at him, but he just said, "Trust me."

   He took my hand and pulled me in.  "We have an appointment with Mike,"
Jeff said to the man sitting inside.

   "I'm Mike," the man said, standing up and shaking Jeff's hand.  "Come to
the back."

   We went into a room in the back and with another table for me to lie on.

   "There can occasionally be blood with this procedure, right?" Jeff
asked.

   "Sometimes, but only very little," Mike replied.

   "Well, I wouldn't want Rachel to ruin her dress," Jeff said.  He turned
to me and said, "Take the dress off."

   The waxing was one thing, that was a woman and she was used to seeing
women like that.  This was different!  It was a man, a stranger!  Only the
second man who would see me naked since puberty!  I was mortified!  On the
other hand, this was what I had asked for, and I wasn't sure if I was more
embarrassed for the man to see me naked, or to see that I was wet.

   I opened the remaining buttons, slowly exposing my cleavage to the man,
and then dropped the dress.  Mike whistled appreciatively and Jeff took
another long look.

   "Hop up," Mike said.

   I got up on the table and Mike moved to the side to get some equipment.
Jeff moved to the bottom of the table and swung out the stirrups that were
there.  As he placed my feet into them, I couldn't help but wonder where I
was to be tattooed.  Mike rolled a stool up near my chest as Jeff swung the
stirrups out wide.  In addition to placing my feet in them, he had attached
some sort of strap so that I could not remove my feet.  He then moved up
and took my hand.

   I squeezed his hand hard as Mike fondled my breast, then using a pencil
put a little mark on the nipple.  He did the same on my other, and then
turned toward his tray.  Jeff reached into his back pocket and pulled out a
strip of something.  He held it up in front of me and said, "What use is
pleasure and pain without surprise?" He brought the strip of cloth in front
of my eyes and tied it off behind my head.

   I heard Mike and Jeff moving around, but I had no idea what they were
doing.  With my eyes closed, I could clearly visualize the room.  I could
picture Mike on one side of the table, Jeff on the other.  A naked,
vulnerable woman stretched out between them, legs widespread and bound,
sopping pussy exposed for all to see.

   Suddenly I felt a feathery touch running from the bottom of my slit to
the top and I arched my back and screamed.  It lasted only a second, but I
felt the aftereffects for a long time as I dropped back onto the table
panting.

   I felt Jeff lean over my ear and whisper, "This is the first time that
I've gotten to taste you, and you are delicious."

   I shuddered at the thought, and moaned quietly.  Jeff began lightly
stroking up and down my leg and hip with the fingers of one hand while I
continued squeezing his other, so I knew that it was Mike's hand playing
with my nipple.  Jeff leaned over again and whispered, "Does pain really
turn you on?"

   I nodded.

   "Then this is going to be fun to watch," he said, and I heard a pop and
felt a sharp pain through my nipple, sharper than anything I'd felt with
the nipple clamps.  At the same time, I felt Jeff's finger move to my clit,
and between the two sensations I screamed as I came for Jeff again.

   Mike continued to play with my nipple through my orgasm, and when I came
down I heard Jeff say, "Nice." I realized that I had just been pierced.  I
was relieved that it wasn't a tattoo, excited by the pain, and relaxed by
the glow of my orgasm.

   Jeff and Mike switched sides, but the second piercing wasn't as good. 
The pain was exquisite, but Jeff had been right about the surprise; without
it, the short pain wasn't enough to take me over the edge.

   When it was over, Jeff kissed me on the lips and said, "I'm proud of
you, Raich."

   I could taste my pussy juice on his lips, proof that he had indeed
tasted me.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoved my tongue as far
down his throat as I could.  "You make me so happy!" I told him.

   He extracted himself from my arms around him and removed the blindfold.
He helped me sit up, and I looked down to see that Mike was standing
between my spread legs, holding up a mirror.  I examined myself and I saw
the rings that he had inserted into my nipples.  They were not huge, but I
knew that they would be visible beneath some of the tight teeshirts that I
wore.

   Mike began explaining how to take care of them, and he said that I
should be careful with them for the next few days because they would be
painful and sore.  I took the rings in my hands and pulled lightly to test
his advice, and they did hurt.

   Jeff bent over again and whispered, "Imagine how you are going to feel
in a few hours as I am pulling on them at the same time as my cock is
pounding through your cherry."

   I moaned, and I could feel my pussy twitch.  Mike smiled and I realized
that he could see it twitching and leaking!

   "Before we leave," Jeff said to Mike, "could you take a look at her clit
and tell me if she has a good one to pierce?"

   I looked at Jeff in shock as Mike put down the mirror and spread my
pussy lips.  He manipulated my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. 
Jeff reached up and pulled gently on my new piercing as Mike pronounced,
"She has a large and sensitive clit; perfect for a piercing."

   "Another time," Jeff said, smiling.  He undid the straps on one foot,
while Mike did the same on the other.  They closed the stirrups and Jeff
helped me stand up.

   I went over to the full length mirror and evaluated myself.  I looked
the same from the neck up, albeit a little flushed, but from the neck down!
My nipples were swollen and pierced, my pussy bald and leaking.

   "Please take me home, Jeff," I said urgently.  Jeff knew it, and Mike
knew it, but most of all I knew it: I needed to be fucked.

   "Say thank you to Mike," Jeff said.

   I turned to Mike and with a grin, I curtsied and said, "Thank you for my
lovely rings, Mike.  I hope to see you again soon."

   Jeff helped me into my dress, running his hands over my front and
causing me to gasp in pain.  As we walked out I asked, "Are we going home
now?"

   "Yes," he assured me, "We are going home."

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   *Chapter 7: The First Cherry*

   As I helped Rachel into the car, she went out of the way to give me a
nice view of her pussy.  On the way home, she was quiet for a while, but
she soon broke the silence by saying, "We agreed on no permanent marks."

   "They aren't permanent," I said.  "The holes will close shortly after
you remove them."

   "You are crazy if you think that I will be giving these up when this is
over," she said with a smile.  "These are on for good!"

   "Ahhh, well then, that's your choice," I told her.  I thought for a
moment, and then I added, "Of course, I may remove them from you before our
time is over, which would mean you would have to get re-pierced if you
wanted them back." I could see her shiver in her seat.

   We both remained silent until we got back to her house.  I stopped at
her front door and kissed her lightly on the lips.  "Go inside," I told
her. "Go upstairs, straighten up your room and strip naked.  Then I want
you to go to your mother's room and get her tripod, camcorder and the
longest blank tape that you can find.  Set up the camera facing the bed,
press the record button and get onto the bed.  Then wait for me.

   "Don't play with yourself.  Don't touch your pussy.  Don't fondle your
new rings.  Just wait.  When you hear me coming up the stairs, you will
know that I am coming to take you.  When I walk into your room, I want you
spread on the bed, your legs wide, offering yourself to me.  Do you
understand?"

   "Yes," she whispered as she nodded.  I gave her another little kiss and
pushed her into her house.  I walked back to my house, and Michelle was in
the living room, practically bouncing up and down with excitement.

   "I saw you pull up!  Janice called me, but tell me everything that
happened," she said eagerly.  Part of the deal that we made was that she
would help me, and in exchange I would tell her everything.  She would be a
partner with me in the Humiliation and Degradation of Rachel Miller.

   I sat down and told her everything, in as much detail as I could.  My
story was punctuated by gasps and exclamations from Michelle.  It took
about ten minutes to finish telling the story, and Michelle was squirming
in her seat by the end.  I could only imagine what Rachel was feeling,
lying in her bed right now.

   "You had her set up the filming of her own deflowerment?" she asked. 
"You are truly an evil genius!"

   "I try my best," I responded with all humility.  "Well, I think she's
waited long enough.  I'm going to head over there to do my duty."

   "Hah!" Michelle exclaimed.  "Your duty!  As if you won't enjoy it!"

   "If it must be a duty, I might as well enjoy it," I replied.  "I suppose
you are going to be waiting quietly to hear all the gory details?"

   "Fuck no!" she cried.  "Your big sister is going to go upstairs and find
her biggest dildo and fuck herself senseless for the rest of the night! 
But you'd damn well better come and find me first thing after you get home
in the morning!" She reached over, gave me a kiss on the cheek and marched
upstairs towards her bedroom.  As if what awaited me next door wasn't
enough to get my engine revving, now I had the image of my sexy sister
plowing her cunt with a big dildo bouncing around in my brain.  I sighed
and headed back to Rachel's house.

   +++++

   I had been lying on my bed for hours.  First, he had me prepare my room
for my devirginization.  Then I had to walk through the house, nude, to get
my mother's video camera.  That was embarrassing on so many levels!  I had
never walked through the house with no clothes on before.  Then I had to go
into my mom's room and wander around naked.  Finally, I had to retrieve and
set up the video camera!  Jeff was going to tape himself taking my
virginity.  And probably, based on what he had said earlier, taking all
three of them!

   Then there was the waiting.  I didn't know what he was doing or where he
was.  All I knew was that I was wet and waiting and he wasn't there.  It
had to be at least six hours, despite the clock telling me it was only
fifteen minutes.  Have you ever tried lying on your bed, horny as can be,
and unable to touch yourself.  I wanted to cheat, and then I would look up
and see the unblinking red light on the video camera.  I knew that if I
touched myself I would be punished.  Was it worth it?

   Then I heard it!  I heard footsteps on the staircase.  Jeff was coming
for me!  This was it!  The door opened and Jeff walked in.  I stared as I
saw my first real-life erect cock.  Jeff was gloriously naked and scarily
huge.  "He's going to kill me with that," I thought.  There is no way it
would fit even if he was gentle and worked it in slowly, but I knew he
wouldn't be doing that.  He was going to take that bat between his legs and
he was going to shove it into my stomach through my cunt.  Oh god, what had
I gotten myself in for?

   Jeff walked to my bed and said, "Are you ready for me?"

   "No!" I screamed.  "You won't fit in me!  I changed my mind.  I don't
want to do this!" And yet, the only sound that came out was my quiet,
"Yes," as I nodded my head.

   Jeff crawled between my spread legs.  He didn't bother with much
foreplay, and none was needed.  I could feel my juices dripping between the
cheeks of my ass as my pussy couldn't hold onto the overflow.  I was
practically hyperventilating already.

   Jeff looked down at me and said, "This is your very last chance."

   I knew what he was offering, and I wasn't interested.  "Please, Jeff,
fuck me.  Take me.  Rape me.  Make me yours!" He reached down and took my
new rings in his fingers.  It wasn't a gentle tug; it was a sharp pull that
sent pain coursing through my nipples right down to my pussy.

   He grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them above my head.  He
reached down and positioned his cock at my pussy, pushing it so that the
head was just slightly inside.  He then reached up with his free hand and
gently stroked my face, and then he slapped me!  Hard!

   "That was for not giving yourself to me before this," he said, as he
simultaneously pulled on my left nipple ring and slammed his cock through
my cherry.  My hymen must have been pretty thick, because it hurt like
hell, but it didn't even slow him down.  He buried himself in me in one
stroke, then pulled almost all the way out and did it again.  He wasn't
waiting for my pussy to stretch to accommodate his huge cock, or for the
pain of his entry to go away.  He was fucking me so that I would remember
that I'd been fucked.  His right hand continued to hold my hands above my
head, trapping them, while his left switched between nipples, pulling and
poking.

   I would have thought that between the sharp pain of my nipples and the
ache of his cock slamming into me, the slap he gave me would have faded to
nothing, but it didn't.  I could feel it sharply, as if his hand were still
there, and the combination of all the feelings - the face, the nipples, the
pussy, the thought of being Jeff's slut � it all did what Jeff had
intended, and I was cumming by his third stoke.

   I don't know how long Jeff lasted; given the buildup of the day, it
couldn't have been long.  But however long it was, I was cumming the entire
time.  All the different feelings faded into one huge ball of pain and
pleasure exploding from my clit.  It reminded me of films I'd seen of
nuclear explosions, where the sound goes on and on.  It was one sustained
explosion, and I felt nothing and everything, until at last I felt his cum
splashing my pussy.  With all the pain and pleasure that I was feeling, I
again thought that something as inconsequential as a little splash of fluid
in my vagina would pass unnoticed, but it was like the detonator on the
last explosion in me; it triggered the cum that finally took me over the
edge and caused me to collapse to the mattress on the verge of
unconsciousness.

   Jeff collapsed on top of me and I could feel him as if from far away.  I
could feel him pressing my nipple rings into my chest; I could feel his
heartbeat pounding against me; I could feel his hot breath on my neck.  He
stayed that way for a minute, and then rolled off of me.  I could feel his
cock slithering out me as he pulled away, and I could feel the gush of
fluids that tried to follow him.

   Jeff lay on his back catching his breath, and then he pulled my head
under his arm.  I snuggled into him, trying to make sense of the feelings
that were coursing through me.  Feelings of pleasure.  Feelings of pain.  I
could see that my wrists would be bruised where he had been holding them,
and I could feel the throbbing in my nipples.  My pussy felt battered and
abused, and I could see the red-tinged juices on Jeff's cock that showed I
was bleeding.

   But most of all, I felt satisfied.  Satisfied in a way that my
masturbation had never provided me, not even when I was using clips and
needles and all the other things that I did to make myself cum.  Satisfied
in a way beyond physical pleasure.  Satisfied more than I ever thought I
could be.

   Satisfied, yet hungry.  I could see that Jeff was not yet ready for
more, his cock shrinking to reasonable proportions.  But I was ready.  I
was ready for anything that Jeff wanted of me.

   +++++

   *Chapter 8: The Second Cherry*

   I lay on the bed panting, Rachel lying draped across my side, and I was
amazed.  Life is full of the plans you make, and you plan for
contingencies, but you know things won't always work out.  Given the short
amount of time that I had to plan for this particular event, probably one
of the seminal events of Rachel's life, I was sure that I would screw it
up.

   But I didn't.  Oh, I hadn't lasted long; after the buildup I'd had, I
was surprised that I lasted the two or three minutes that I did.  But it
was enough.  I was worried that despite what she had said, despite what I
had seen during our trip, she would have balked or been dissatisfied with
the plan for her first sexual encounter.

   It was clear, however, that was not the case.  Rachel had clearly
enjoyed it, and the way that her fingers were moving gently along the
length of my cock, it was clear that she wanted more.

   "Ready for more already?" I asked with a smile.

   She looked up at me and said, "No matter what, I will always be ready
for more with you!"

   "You know what is next," I said.  "Clean me off, and then you can revive
me with your mouth."

   "No," she said.

   "Are you defying me already?" I asked in surprise.

   "I won't clean you off first," she told me.  "That's your cum, my
juices, the blood of my cherry.  It's only right that I clean it with my
mouth." That said, she started moving down my body.

   She held my slimy cock in her hand, inspecting it closely.  "This is the
first cock that I've seen close up," she told me.  "Do you mind if I play
with it a little?"

   "Now that was a stupid question," I told her.  "I don't think there is a
boy in town that would mind if you played with his cock."

   "But yours is the only one I want to play with, at least until you tell
me otherwise," she told me, and then she ran her tongue around the crown of
my cock.  I sighed, my cock expanding in response to her hand and tongue,
and shortly, her lips as she took the head in her mouth.  Then she backed
off and started running her tongue up and down my cock, cleaning up all the
fluids that had been deposited there.

   She expressed delight as my cock firmed up, and soon she returned the
head of my cock to her mouth.  She bobbed her head up and down for a
minute, then removed my cock from her mouth and looked up at me.  "I've
never done this before, though I've heard about it," she said.  "You'll
have to tell me if I am doing it right."

   She returned my cock to her mouth, and I said, "You are _definitely_
doing it right.  The main rule is no biting and only minimal scraping with
your teeth.  Other than that, experiment.  Don't worry about being a
beginner.  By the time this year is over, you will be an expert
cocksucker." She moaned around my cock at that statement and started
sucking along with licking.

   I moaned and encouraged her appropriately as she experimented.  I
explained how I like my balls tickled when I am being blown, and she
learned fast.  Given the cum I'd had just a few moments before, I was
surprised that that my next orgasm was fast approaching.

   "I'm going to cum soon," I told her, "because of the amazing job you are
doing.  When I cum, I expect you to swallow every drop.  Other times, I'll
cum on your face or other parts of your body, but when I am taking your
mouth cherry, you are going to swallow it all!"

   Rachel moaned affirmatively and worked harder to extract my cum.  She
was successful, and soon I was blowing another load, this time down her
throat.  She moaned again, as my cum was pumping into her mouth, and I
could feel her swallow at least once.  She pulled her mouth off my cock and
smiled up at me.  She opened her mouth and I could see some of my cum still
there.  She closed her mouth and swallowed, then reopened it and showed me
that my cum was all gone.

   She dove back onto my cock, intent on getting every drop.  When she was
sure that there was nothing left, she wormed her way back up my body and
under my arm.  "Was I a good cocksucker for you?" she asked in a quiet
voice.

   "Better than I've ever had," I said honestly.  "And now you are going to
learn a hard truth about men.  When you suck the cum out of them, you also
suck the energy out of them.  I need a nap.  I would love to have a naked
slut on me when I take it, but you have other tasks to do.

   "I want you to go back to your mother's room and get another tape.  Then
I want you to go downstairs and make us dinner.  Something nice, but not
too fancy; we'll be eating naked in bed.  When dinner is done, bring it up
and you can wake me up." I kissed her and squeezed her ass as I said, "I
can't wait for my dessert."

   As she was leaving the room I said, "One more thing.  No cleaning up. 
If something drips out of you onto anything, you may scoop it up with your
finger and lick it up."

   +++++

   *Chapter 9: The Third Cherry*

   I couldn't believe how dirty I felt.  I was walking into my mother's
room with no clothes on, cum dripping down my legs.  As I was picking up
the new tape, I saw a drop of cum drip off me and onto my mother's shoe.  I
thought about what Jeff had said: "you _may_ scoop it up." I shivered as I
walked out, leaving the spending of my first sex on my mother's shoe.

   I went back into my bedroom and I changed the tape.  Jeff was already
asleep.  He looked so sexy, lying nude in my bed, surrounded by all my
things.  He looked like he belonged there.  I shivered again, this time in
anticipation.  Before I walked out, I remembered what he had told me was
going to happen next; I repositioned the video camera and my full length
mirror, so that nothing would delay the inevitable later.

   I went downstairs, still nude.  All the window shades were open, and I
was traipsing through the house in the altogether.  Admittedly, we were a
little set back from the road, and our neighbors were far enough away that
they weren't likely to see into our house in the daylight, but it could
happen.  Someone could see me as they walked by.  Or someone could come to
the door.  I rubbed my pussy a little bit thinking about it, and then I
licked my fingers off.

   I went to the fridge to see what we had, and realizing that we were
going to be eating on my bed, I made a little picnic with assorted
sandwiches.  I got some chips and drinks and brought everything upstairs.
Jeff was still napping, so I set everything up as well as I could.  As an
afterthought, I got some candles and spread them around the room before I
lit them.

   Finally it was time to wake Jeff up.  I crawled onto the bed between his
legs, and took another good look at what he had.  I had seen pictures on
the internet before, but this really was my first real cock.  I had been so
scared when he walked through the door, his cock leading the way.  It was
so large and scary.  And now it was small and cute.  I don't think it would
be a good idea to use those words to his face, but it was.  It was small
and squishy, with wrinkles everywhere, the head sticking out the top like a
spear tip.  Nothing like the rod that I had felt shoved through me.

   I held it between my fingers and licked the head.  I know that a lot of
my friends thought that it was gross, but it was beautiful to me.  It
didn't have a lot of taste now, but before, when it was seasoned with my
juices, his cum and my blood, I could definitely taste it.  And it turns
out that I love the way his cum tastes.  I wondered how others' will taste
in comparison.  Given what he agreed to do for me, I _knew_ that I'd be
tasting others.

   I popped his whole cock into my mouth, and I realized that now it fit in
completely.  However I could feel it growing in my mouth, and I knew that
soon it would not fit.  Or at least not for a while, because if I were to
become an expert cocksucker, I'm sure that deep-throating would have to be
in my repertoire.

   I moved my head up and down until I heard him say, "Now _that_ is a
beautiful way to wake up."

   I popped his cock out of my mouth and put my head on his leg, looking up
at him as I ran my tongue around his cock.  He smiled at me and said, "Stop
that, you vixen.  That is not next on the agenda.  Now feed me!"

   I sat up and got the food, and we ate quietly for a few minutes.  I
could see the thoughts flowing over his face, and I knew what he was
thinking, when he finally broke the silence.  "Rachel, I need you to tell
me how you are really feeling," he said.

   I looked at him for a moment, very seriously, but I could not keep it
up. I jumped up and sat right next to him, wrapping my arms around him.  I
kissed his cheek and said, "I am amazed.  I told you about my fantasies, I
told you how I wanted to be treated, but I was expecting to be
disappointed. After all, how can reality live up to fantasy?  But it's
better!

   "When I am fantasizing, I always know what is coming.  I always project
how it will feel.  But today, I didn't know what was coming.  Even when you
told me what to expect, I didn't know what to expect.  You pushed me, and
you hurt me, and you embarrassed me, and I have never been so sexually
satisfied in my life.  In a few minutes, you are going to take my last
cherry, and my asshole is itching for you.

   "I've seen your cock hard, I've felt it in my mouth and up my cunt, and
I _know_ that there is no way in the world that it is going to fit up my
ass, and do you know what?  I don't care.  Shove it in dry, and I'll take
it.

   "I wanted this before.  I knew that I wanted you to show me what my
fantasies really could be.  But now I want it more.  My only problem is
that I think that you are going to ruin me for every other man."

   I kissed him, and then I went back to my place and took another bite of
my sandwich.  He was looking at me, stunned.  I smirked at the thought that
I had caught him off guard.  He finally shook his head and said, "A month
from now you should remember, you pushed me to this."

   We finished the meal in silence, and when we were done I collected the
remains and walked back downstairs, still naked.  The sun was setting, and
the lights in the house were on, making it more likely that someone would
see me, but I didn't care.  I finished putting everything away, and then
went back upstairs.  Jeff was propped up in bed, looking at me as I walked
through the door.

   I went to the video camera and turned it back on then I climbed onto the
bed and knelt at his feet.  "I'm ready to give you my last cherry, Sir," I
told him.  I saw his cock twitch when I called him Sir, and I knew I had
found one of his buttons.

   He smiled at me and said, "Go to the bathroom, pee and clean yourself
up, then come back here."

   I went to the bathroom and did as he asked.  I scrubbed as much of his
cum out of me as I could, and used a wet washcloth on my asshole as well. I
wanted to be squeaky clean for him.  When I was done, I went back into my
room for further instructions.

   Jeff had me get back onto my bed on my hands and knees, facing the
mirror.  He knelt behind me, running his fingers along my ass and hips.  I
felt Jeff start kissing my ass cheeks.  I felt his tongue go down my
thighs, then back up, swiping at my pussy.

   "Mmmmm, it's much better fresh," he said.

   He started licking my pussy in earnest.  He licked all around, dipping
his tongue into my slit then moving it down to my clit.  I buried my face
into the mattress in front of me as I jutted my ass further into the air,
trying to get him to go deeper.  He took my clit into his mouth and bit it.
It hurt, and I almost came.  Then he moved his tongue back up into my cunt,
and then he moved it even further up, running the tip around the rosebud of
my asshole.  It was so nasty.

   Just the thought of him putting his big cock up my virgin asshole had me
on the verge of cumming.  Wait, let me correct that.  Every god damn thing
he had done today put me on the verge of cumming, with the exception of
those things he did that actually _made_ me cum.

   His tongue moved back down to my swampy cunt, then pulled away.  I felt
his lips around my clit, and then he bit it again, while at the same time
sinking a finger into my ass to the second knuckle.  It was a good thing
that my face was in my mattress, or his parents might have heard me scream
from next door.  His tongue moved back between my lips as he sawed his
finger in and out of my ass.  He pulled the finger all the way out, and
then pushed it back in even deeper.  He repeated this maneuver a bunch of
times, driving me absolutely insane.  Then I groaned even deeper as I felt
two fingers being forced into me.

   "It hurts, it hurts so much," I cried to Jeff.  "Please put another one
in!"

   "Oh no, my little fucktoy," he replied.  "I'm not loosening you up that
much.  When my cock goes into you, you're going to feel it!"

   "Oh, god!" I exclaimed.  "With your cock, if you put your whole fist in
me I'm sure I'd still feel it when you fucked me!"

   "Maybe one day you'll find out," he whispered evilly.  Then he took his
fingers out of my ass and moved his mouth back over my pussy.  He bit
softly on my pussy lips, but it was still hard enough to send shivers
throughout my body.

   I felt him kneel behind me, and then he grabbed my hair and pulled my
head up.  I could see him in the mirror in front of me, holding my hair in
his fist like he would the reins of a horse.  I liked the image, so I
whinnied lightly.

   "Oh, you like playing the mare?" he asked.

   "It's only appropriate," I panted, "considering that I am about to get
mounted with a horse cock."

   "Look at me," he said seriously.  "Look at me and tell me what you
want."

   I looked right into the reflection of his eyes and I said, "Fuck my ass.
Shove your huge cock right into my stomach.  Use my ass for your pleasure.
Don't show any mercy.  Just fuck the ever living shit out of me!"

   And he did.  He shoved his hips forward and speared my asshole.  He
didn't slow down for a second.  He rammed his cock right into me.  I don't
think I've ever felt anything as painful in my life.  He had lubricated his
cock, but it was too large.  It ripped through me, and I could feel it
lacerating my insides.  It hurt so much that it even took the sexual edge
off.  But only for a second.

   He was right to have me watch him.  I watched him bury himself in me.  I
watched the pleasure that it gave him.  I realized that he was using my
pain for his pleasure.  And it got me so hot, so fast, that I couldn't
believe it.

   Once his cock was buried to the balls in my ass, he started fucking me
with shallow strokes.  The feel of his cock pulling back and forth on my
sphincter was painful and amazing.  I could feel the head of his cock
moving back and forth deep inside me.  And then he pulled my hair back
hard, forcing me to rear onto my hands, and he grabbed a nipple ring in his
hand and pulled.

   Once again I was feeling pain from multiple places, my nipple, my scalp
and my ass, and once again I felt the ball of pain turning into a ball of
pleasure.  He wasn't even touching my clit, but I felt it pulsating.  I
bent my head down to look between my legs and I could see my pussy juice
dripping onto the bed.  As an added benefit, when I bent to look, it pulled
my hair even harder.

   I reared my head back up, looked right into the reflection of his eyes
and screamed, "Fuck me harder!  Fuck my ass harder!" He did, shifting from
shallow strokes to deep ones, which pulled the head of his cock right to my
sphincter, causing me more pain, and exponentially more pleasure.  I think
it was the third stroke again that I started cumming.  I screamed and
dropped my head to the mattress, pulling my hair again and not caring.  I
shot a hand to my clit and pinched it between fingernails, abusing the same
spot he had already bitten multiple times.

   I shuddered as I came even harder and my body collapsed, surprising Jeff
and causing him to fall hard on top of me.  When he fell on top of me it
drove his cock even deeper then before.  I was sure that he had to be
damaging something internally, and I didn't care.  I was coming so hard and
my ass was squeezing his cock so hard, he could not move, but the
pulsations caused him to start cumming anyway.  I felt his cock growing and
pulsing, though I couldn't feel the hot cum the way I had in my pussy and
my mouth.  I had probably already drained most of the cum from him.

   Jeff was collapsed on top of me, but I continued to come around his
cock. I was still pulling at my clit when Jeff pulled my hand out from
under me and held both wrists over my head again.  "You're done when I'm
done," he whispered in my ear.

   "But I'm still cumming," I whined.

   "What kind of slut would take a brutal ass fucking and not be able to
stop cumming?" he asked me.

   "Your slut!" I cried.

   "Good answer," he said, and with his other hand he reached under my
chest and pulled on my nipple ring while simultaneously pinching my abused
nipple.  At the same time, he started fucking my ass again with his cock,
which had gone down a little, but was still quite firm.  He pulled back
until the head almost popped out and then pushed back in.  Just a few
strokes of that, combined with the nipple abuse, and I was cumming even
harder.  Finally he pulled all the way out of my ass and gave my ass a
_really_ hard slap.  It was like a switch, and I finally finished cumming.

   I collapsed on the bed, and he collapsed next to me.  We both lay there
breathing heavily for a few minutes, then I felt his hand start fondling my
ass again.  "I've taken all of your cherries," he told me.  "I haven't left
you anything to give to anyone else.  How are you going to feel when you
find the person you want to marry, and you have to tell him that there is
no more virgin territory for him?"

   "I'll tell him that I lost all my cherries in one night of amazing
debauchery," I said, "and if he works real hard, in a month he might be
able to make me cum as much as I came in that one night, but only if he is
_really_ good."

   Jeff laughed and kissed my neck as he slipped two fingers into my gaping
asshole.  "Oh, don't start again," I begged.  "If I get going again, I'll
never be able to stop cumming!"

   He laughed again and knelt next to me.  "Stay right there," he said.  He
walked out of my room, and I just lay in the bed, only half conscious.

   In a little while he was back, rolled me over onto my back and lifted me
into his arms.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and murmured, "Where are
you taking me?"

   "I'm taking you downstairs," he said.  "I called the football team and
they are all waiting to gangbang you."

   "Mmmmm, I'll do anything you want," I told him, kissing his neck. 
Instead of taking me downstairs, however, he took me through my mother's
bedroom into her bathroom.  My mother has a large Jacuzzi, and he had
filled it with warm water.  He gently placed me in the tub and then climbed
in behind me.  He turned the jets on and pointed them at my abused body. 
He shampooed my hair and then rubbed a soap-filled washcloth all over my
body.  The coarse cloth rubbed my body deliciously.

   When I was all clean he quickly washed himself, then got up and left the
room.  In a few minutes he came back and had me stand up in the tub.  He
drained the tub and dried me off.  Then he picked me up again and carried
me back to my bed.  He had stripped the bed and remade it with clean
sheets! He laid me down on the bed and kissed my head.  He put the required
antiseptic on my nipples and covered me up.  He slipped into the bed,
spooned up behind me and kissed me good night.  Just before I fell asleep
he whispered, "Welcome to your new life, Rachel."

   *End of Part 1*



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