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*The Favor* by MWTB

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*Part 5: Spring*

*Chapter 38*

The Spring Carnival was a goofy event that happened every year,
with seniors setting up booths to raise money for charity. I was
telling Jeff some ideas that I had for a booth when he told me,
"Don't worry, I've already got something picked out. All you have
to do is show up the day of the carnival."

I was a little disappointed, because half the fun is coming up
with the idea, but on the other hand, I imagined it would be
something deliciously wicked.

The day of the carnival dawned bright and sunny. It was a perfect
day, and Jeff told me to meet him on the carnival grounds at
9:45, fifteen minutes before the carnival started. When I got
there, I found Jeff next to a table set up about ten feet away
from a big wooden backdrop.

"A pie throwing booth?" I exclaimed in surprise. That didn't seem
very original or very sexy!

"Yup," Jeff said smiling. "Everyone gets to pay a dollar to throw
a pie at the school slut!"

Jeff led me around the backdrop. I could see the back of all the
other booths as well, and see other people rummaging around.

"Let's get you set up," Jeff told me. There were a few holes in
the wood, with sliding pieces around them. There were also two
padded benches that Jeff had me kneel on, one knee on each bench.

"You will be stuck through here for a long time," he explained.
"I wouldn't want you to strain your back!" He then had me slip my
head through the large padded hole, and he put my hands through
two smaller holes. He then adjusted the wood around the three
holes.

"How does it feel?" I heard him ask.

I wiggled around a little, and I realized that my head and hands
were effectively immobilized. "It's OK, I guess," I called out,
"but I can't move."

"That's fine," he called. "I'll be right there to help get you
finished up."

I heard him banging around behind me for a bit, then he came
around the front of the backdrop with Camille.

"You are going to get sweaty and messy today, so Camille agreed
to help reapply your makeup and sunscreen," he told me. "Are you
sure you are OK?"

"Yes, but I feel vulnerable and exposed," I told him.

"Really?" he said with an evil grin. "Tell me a story. Tell me
what could happen to you while you are in there."

Camille started applying makeup. "Well, anyone could come up
behind me and be looking at me, or even touching me!" I started.
Just then, I did feel someone running his hands over my ass! I
was wearing a sundress that buttoned up the front ñ Jeff had
picked it out for me ñ and I felt the person pushing the dress
up, and soon it was resting on my back and my panties were
exposed!

"Someone just pushed my dress up!" I told Jeff frantically.

"Oooh, yes. Someone could come by and push up your dress," Jeff
said. "What would he do next?"

"No, someone really did it!" I hissed. "Now he cut my panties
off!" I started wriggling around, trying to get him to stop, but
he didn't.

"Yes, he would push up your dress and take off your panties,"
Jeff said. "Now everyone standing back there can see your naked
ass!"

The unknown assailant was unbuttoning my dress, and I felt him
snip the shoulder straps, so that I was kneeling there,
completely naked!

"He took my dress off!" I exclaimed.

"Do you think he would fuck you in front of everyone?" Jeff
asked. I couldn't understand it. Jeff was acting like this was a
fantasy I was telling, Camille was ignoring me as she applied
makeup, and behind this piece of wood, a stranger was slipping
his cock into my surprisingly wet pussy! How could he be doing
this in front of everyone? Surely someone, one of the teachers or
a parent, would see him and say something!

"She's already starting to look a little red," Camille told Jeff.
"And she's panting like she's out of breath." It was no wonder! A
hard cock was pounding into me. I could practically hear the
slapping of skin on skin. Then I felt him spurt into me, and I
shuddered as I came too, as silently as I could.

"I'm just going to make sure everything is OK in back," Jeff
said, and he walked behind the booth. Now he would see that I was
naked, cum oozing from my pussy.

Jeff didn't come out right away, and Camille said, "I've got to
go get the pies ready." She went off and started taking pies out
of a box and stacking them on the table. I was waiting to hear
from Jeff when I saw him walking up to Camille. He told her
something, then he came to me while Camille headed off behind the
backdrop.

Jeff walked up to me holding something in his hand. "This is
going to be a very successful booth," he told me. "For $2, you
get goop all over the face of the school slut. But for $20, you
get to get goop inside the school slut, and a souvenir photo to
boot!"

He showed me the picture in his hand. It was John, smiling for
the camera, his cock buried in my pussy! Across the bottom were
the words, "I fucked Rachel Miller at the Spring Carnival!" Of
course, you couldn't see my face, but that was not much
consolation!

Just then, I felt someone playing with my nipples, and when I
squirmed, I heard the faint ringing of bells. Someone had just
attached bells to my nipples! I was naked at the Spring Carnival,
and Jeff was selling my body for all comers!

"You are turning me into a prostitute!" I cried.

"I don't think that's true," Jeff said. "A prostitute sells her
body for money. You aren't going to see any of the money; it's
all going to charity. So you are still just a slut. Of course,
everyone will _think_ you are a whore, but what can you do?"

Jeff bent down and kissed my mouth, just as I felt someone else
slip his cock into my sloppy cunt.

Jeff walked away and started trying to get people to come throw a
pie in my face. People started lining up in front, and it was
clear to me that they were lining up in back as well. It was so
hard not to scream as orgasm after orgasm rocked my body. Someone
must have been coaching them, because many of them spanked my
ass, and I heard dozens of lewd comments about what a slut I was,
and so many of them were laughing at me and my bells.

Every time someone in front hit my face, Jeff or Camille would
come up and wipe my face off with a wet cloth, then give me a
drink of water. One time Jeff came to me and said, "You might
want to bite your tongue about now."

"Why?" I asked, but I quickly realized why as a thick cock sank
into my ass for the first time. Jeff waited with me until I came
from my first ass fuck of the day, then he went back to get more
business for me. After that, it was open season on both holes,
and more than half the guys chose my abused asshole.

Jeff approached me again while a cock was sawing in and out of my
cunt and asked, "Can you guess who your pussy is clasped around
right now?"

I shook my head, unable to do anything but grunt. "Mr. Welsley,"
Jeff told me, and I came. Mr. Welsley was our math teacher, and a
sleazier teacher you would be hard pressed to find. He was always
trying to look up girl's skirts, and knowing that he was fucking
me pushed me right over the edge.

"Of course, he did not want a souvenir picture, but don't worry,
we are video taping everything," Jeff told me.

Later in the day, Camille was cleaning my face when I told her,
"Please tell Jeff that I need to go to the bathroom!"

When she went back, Jeff went behind me, and I thought that he
was going to get me out, but then he came out and said, "You can
go now."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I can't get out."

"You don't have to," he told me. "I put a bucket between your
legs. Just pee whenever you are ready. Just hurry up, because
people want to fuck you."

"You can't be serious," I asked.

"If you don't do it now, you may not get a chance for a while,"
he said. "Then you might end up pissing on someone that was
fucking you. How embarrassing would that be?"

I moaned in shame and released my bladder. I heard the piss
hitting the bucket, and I heard some feminine voices saying,
"What a skank! She's really pissing right in front of us!"

I recognized the voice; it was Marcie, one of the prissy girls
who had been completely evil to me since I became a slut. I heard
the giggling of her posse around her.

"You let those girls see me," I whispered accusingly to Jeff.

"You wanted to feel humiliated," he said gently. "Can you think
of anything more humiliating than those girls watching you piss
while Mr. Welsley's cum is dripping out of you?"

"No," I groaned.

"If I pay my money, can I fuck her?" I heard Marcie say, and I
realized that I was wrong; there was something more humiliating.
I felt what I assumed was a dildo stab into me, and I felt
someone else slapping my ass, while someone different flicked my
nipples, causing the bells to ring.

"My god, this skank's cunt is so big that this huge dildo goes in
with no problem!" I heard Marcie exclaim. "Let's see if she's
that loose everywhere!" I felt the dildo removed, then shoved
painfully through my abused sphincter. Someone else squeezed my
clit and I closed my eyes and came again.

"The slut just came!" someone shrieked, and then I felt a warm
liquid slosh on me.

"Hey!" I heard a guy say. "Cut that out! Get out of here!" He
hustled them out as I realized that one of them had poured my hot
piss over me, and I came again. They had left the dildo in my
ass, and it fell to the floor as my orgasm squeezed it out.

Jeff went back behind me and I felt him clean me all off. When he
was done, he said, "Just one more hour, my slut," just as I felt
another cock enter my cunt.

At the end of the day, we had earned almost $650 for charity, the
most profitable booth at the carnival.

+++++

*Chapter 39: The Cheerleader*

Rachel came into my room late one afternoon and handed me a jewel
box.

"What is this?" I asked.

"It's a present for you," she said as she walked out. "It's long,
but try and watch it tonight if you can, and watch it alone."

I shrugged, but finished what I was doing so that I could watch
it. I sat down and popped it in my DVD player. There were no
menus; the video just started. A gorgeous blonde appeared on the
screen, and I recognized her. It was Brittany Douglas from my
school. She was the head cheerleader, homecoming queen, most
popular girl, etc.

The video started with a shot of her face and pulled back to show
her in her cheerleader outfit. "Hi, my name is Brittany Douglas,
and this is my story," she said.

"This was me," she said, and for the next few minutes the screen
showed clips of her cheering at games, dressed up for dances,
laughing with friends; typical scenes of her life.

"Sometimes I'm a nice girl, but sometimes I can be very mean!"
The video showed footage taken in school of Brittany and her crew
teasing some other kids and in general being the bitches that
they often were.

"This is my boyfriend, Rob," she said. "He is the quarterback and
the most popular guy in school. Don't we make a great couple?"
More shots of Brittany, this time with Rob, at dances, at games,
in school. There were some shots of them kissing as well.

"I'll tell you a secret," Brittany whispered in a voice-over.
"Rob and I haven't gone all the way. I'll - help him out - with
my hand, and I've let him feel my breasts, but that is as far as
we've gone!"

That surprised me, because they had been dating a long time. They
both must have had an amazing amount of willpower to avoid going
any farther.

On the screen, the picture changed. I saw Rachel and it looked
like it was from last year. She was dressed nicely, but
conservatively. "This girl is Rachel Miller. Until recently, she
was known as the Ice Princess, a well known virgin. But something
changed this year, and Rachel Miller is no longer the Ice
Princess." The screen now showed Rachel in school in her slutty
best. Then the scene changed to show Rachel in the hall at school
making out, first with one boy, then another, then a third.

"You see, Rachel Miller, Ice Princess, is now Rachel Miller,
class slut," the voice-over continued. "It is well known that if
you manage to get a date with Rachel, you will be getting fucked.
No one knows exactly what happened to Rachel Miller, but the boys
sure are happy with the change. I wasn't so happy."

The scene changed to the school cafeteria at lunchtime, with
Brittany and her friends talking about Rachel. They were calling
her a whore, a skank, a slut, talking about all the boys she had
put out for, and in general putting her down. The next scene
showed them saying something nasty to Rachel in the hallway.

"I wasn't very nice to Rachel," Brittany said in voice-over.
"Even when some of my friends tried sticking up for Rachel, I
wouldn't listen."

The scene changed yet again, this time showing Brittany with some
of her friends, and I noticed that Camille was there too.
Brittany started complaining about Rachel and Camille said,
"Don't badmouth Rachel! She's never done anything to you!"

"But she's such a slut!" Brittany said.

"Yeah?" Camille asked. "It's not like she stole your boyfriend.
So she likes sleeping around, what difference does that make to
you?"

"She makes it harder on all of us!" Brittany exclaimed.

"What?" Camille asked.

"Come on, admit it!" Brittany cajoled her friends. "When your
boyfriend sees Rachel, doesn't he expect more from you? She makes
boys think that everyone should be a slut!"

"That's ridiculous!" Camille said. "Some people just like sex
more then others, and Rachel is one of those who like it a lot."

"A lot! Ha! It's all she thinks of!" Brittany complained.

"Jealous?" Camille sniped, turning to leave. The screen froze on
Brittany's surprised face as the word 'jealous' echoed softly and
repeatedly.

"What made her think I was jealous?" Brittany asked over her
frozen face. The screen faded to black.

A few seconds later the screen showed Rachel, again from last
year. "Hi, my name is Rachel Miller. This was me last year. This
is me today." The screen switched to show her in school, dressed
in tight short clothes.

"And this," she said, as the scene showed her topless, nipple
piercings visible.

"And this," she said, as the scene showed her on her hands and
knees, being fucked doggy style from behind while sucking a guy.

"And this," she said, as the scene showed her strung up, naked,
whip marks across her breasts and stomach, cum running down her
tits, a huge smile on her face.

"I discovered the joys of being a slut, and now I do what I want,
to whom I want. I love my new life." The scene changed, showing
Brittany. "This is Brittany. I thought she hated me, because she
was always putting me down." The screen changed to show a split
screen shot with two still images, one of a virginal looking
Brittany, the other a slutty Rachel.

"Then one day, the most amazing thing happened. I finally got
tired of Brittany and I got her alone." The scene changed, with
Rachel and Brittany somewhere in the woods, and at the bottom of
the screen appeared the words, 'Dramatic Reenactment'.

"What is your problem?" Rachel asked.

"What do you mean?" Brittany responded.

"Why are you always such a bitch to me?" Rachel asked.

"Because you're a slut!" Brittany exclaimed.

"Why does that bother you?" Rachel asked. "I didn't sleep with
your boyfriend, or anyone else's boyfriend. Why does the fact
that I like to sleep around effect you in any way?"

"Because the boys will expect all the girls to sleep around!" she
complained.

"No they won't," Rachel replied. "Everyone knows that there are
'good' girls and 'bad' girls. You can be a good girl, and I'll be
bad."

"But you were a good girl, and now look at you! It's not fair!"
Brittany said.

"What's not fair?" Rachel pounced. "That I became a bad girl, or
that you didn't?"

"That you became bad," Brittany said, unconvincingly.

"You're jealous," Rachel said in surprise.

"Well, you get to have all this fun and not care about it, while
I have to be Miss Perfect!" Brittany said. The girl was a great
actress, because it looked like she was crying.

"Why do you have to be Miss Perfect?" Rachel asked gently.

"Everyone expects it!" she cried. "My parents, my friends, even
my boyfriend! He doesn't want to sleep with me because he wants
to marry a virgin!"

"But what do you want?" Rachel asked.

"I want to have fun!"

The picture faded, replaced by scenes of Rachel and Brittany
hanging out together. On the voice-over, Rachel said, "After that
discussion, Brittany stopped being a bitch to me. She asked me a
lot of questions about what it was like to be a slut, and I could
tell that she wished she could be like me."

"But I just couldn't go to the extreme that Rachel had gone to,"
Brittany said. "Rachel did help me think some things through,
though, and it gave me the courage to ask my own favor of
Rachel." I smiled at the reference.

The scene changed, and I recognized Rachel's bedroom. Rachel and
Brittany were sitting on the bed, and Rachel asked, "OK, what did
you want to ask?"

"You told me how you got into this. You told me about how you
asked this 'mystery man' for the favor. Well, Jeff gave you what
you wanted, so you should give me what I want."

"First of all, who said it was Jeff," Rachel asked. "And second,
what do you want?"

"Pu-lease!" Brittany snorted. "Everyone in school knows that Jeff
controls you completely! We're not stupid!"

Rachel looked surprised, and so was I. I tried very hard not to
make it obvious, but I guess giving out Rachel like a party favor
was bound to make it clear. Oh well, I'd have to think about how
this should affect my behavior in the future.

"What I want is for you to teach me how to be a slut," Brittany
said.

"Like me?" Rachel asked.

"No, not like you," Brittany responded. "I can't be a slut in
front of everyone. Teach me how to be one so that no one knows.
Please."

"It's a lot harder," Rachel said. "Jeff explained to me that if I
was a slut in private, but acted all prim and proper in public,
people would still think that I was a slut, but they would think
I was a hypocrite. He called it 'embracing my inner slut'."

"Isn't there a way that people won't think I am a hypocritical
slut?" Brittany asked somewhat desperately.

Rachel thought about it for a few minutes, while Brittany stewed
in silence. "There might be a way," she said eventually, "But
there are some conditions."

"What way? What conditions?" Brittany asked.

"First, you can't be a hypocrite," Rachel said. "If you don't
want people to know that you are a slut, fine. But if you act
like sluts are inferior to you, then you are being hypocritical.
So if we do this, I never want to hear you say anything about
those 'beneath you', even if your friends are doing it. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, I understand," Brittany said.

"We could probably do some things in private," Rachel said.
"There are some _very_ reliable people; people that I know,
people that would keep quiet, people that would be more then
eager to get a crack at you! Tell me what you've done, sexually
speaking, already."

"Almost nothing," she replied. "Rob's felt me up and we've
kissed, but that's all!"

"And you still want to be a slut?" Rachel asked. "Are you sure
that you don't just want to get laid?"

"No, but I am pretty sure that sleeping with one guy isn't going
to do it for me," Brittany said.

"What about Rob?" Rachel asked.

"For a long time we thought we would get married, but now we are
going to different colleges, and I think that we both know that
this is not going to last. We haven't talked about it, but we're
most likely going to break up after graduation."

"Do you want to cheat on him?" Rachel asked.

"No, and I kind of feel bad, because we've been going out so
long, and he never got any from me," Brittany said.

"Well, I could find someone who could break you in right, or, if
you want to, you can give it up to Rob, as a reward or going away
present," Rachel said. "But if you don't want to cheat, you'll
have to break up now."

"I know," Brittany said. "And after he breaks me in?"

"How do you want it?" Rachel replied. "Serially? Threesomes?
Foursomes? Gang bangs? I think I can arrange things so that you
are suitably entertained."

"Really?" Brittany asked, excitedly.

"Really," Rachel said with a smile. "What you need to do is to
write down all your deepest, darkest, dirtiest fantasies for me,
and tell me which ones you want to have come true."

"You'll really do this for me?" Brittany asked. "What do you get
out of it?"

"Well, first, the satisfaction of helping a fellow slut," Rachel
answered. "Second, it's karmic payback for what Jeff has done for
me. Third, I get you for a night when I show you how much fun it
can be with girls!" Brittany looked surprised, but excited at
that. "Fourth, it can be more fun for me if I include another
girl in some of my activities, and fifth, you are going to
videotape all of your activities for my viewing pleasure, and I
am going to get to present it to Jeff as a gift."

"I don't want a tape around with me on it!" Brittany complained.

"Oh, don't worry my little slut. You, me and Jeff will be the
only ones that see it, unless you decide to show it to anyone
else, but that is my condition for helping you."

"OK," Brittany said reluctantly, and the scene faded out.

+++++

The TV faded back into another bedroom, this one had to be
Brittany's. There were cheerleading trophies in the background,
and pictures of popular boy band stars. The room was done in
princess pink, and the furniture looked expensive. Brittany
walked into the room, leading Rob by the hand. I noticed that she
locked the door behind them.

She sat him on the bed, and he asked, "Why did you ask me to come
here?"

"Are you still upset that we broke up?" she asked.

"Of course I am!" he retorted. He took a breath and visibly
calmed down, then said, "I'm sorry. We both agreed that it would
be the right thing to do. We would never make it through
college."

"I know, but I still feel bad," Brittany said. "There is one
consolation, though."

"What's that?" Rob asked.

"Well, you know that I was saving myself until we got married,"
Brittany explained. "Since we are not going to be getting
married, and since I don't see myself getting married for a
while, I decided that I didn't want to wait anymore. You've been
such an amazing boyfriend, I want you to be the one who does me
first." She was laying it on a bit thick, and I think that Rob
could tell as well, but with the offer which he had just
received, I think he was willing to put up with that.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Completely," she said, straddling his lap, wrapping her arms
around his neck, and kissing him deeply. Brittany was wearing a
tank top and a short skirt, and when she sat on Rob's lap, the
skirt rode up, exposing her bare ass. Rob got into the kiss, and
he wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass with his hand. I
could see him feeling around, and he soon realized that she was
not wearing any panties.

"You're not wearing panties!" he said astutely after breaking
away from her kiss.

"Well, it would just be one more thing to get in the way of your
lovely cock," she said before reattaching her mouth to his. He
moaned as she ground her bare pussy over his denim covered cock.

She pulled back again and asked, "So, are you willing to be my
first?"

"Shit, yes!" he exclaimed.

"OK, Rob, but I have to tell you something," she said, grabbing
his face in her hands and forcing him to look into her eyes. "If
you don't mention this to anyone, and I mean anyone at all, this
doesn't have to be the last time."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"It means that I might be willing to do this again," she
explained. "It doesn't have to be a one time thing. If I can
trust you not to brag to your buddies, then every now and then we
can get together and have some fun. In fact, if you are really
good, there may be another pussy or two that I can throw your
way."

"Are you shitting me?" he asked.

"No, I shit you not," she replied. "But this has to be just
between us."

"Don't worry, Brit," he said. "I've never told anyone about
anything we did."

"I know, that's why I'm willing to let you do this," she said.
"Now how would you like to be my first experiment with giving
blow jobs?"

Rob got this amazed look on his face, like he had just been
offered his heart's desire. Maybe he had been. He grabbed her
head and kissed her again, hard. Then Brittany was sliding off of
Rob's lap, unzipping his pants as she went.

She pulled his pants down to his ankles, grabbing his shoes at
the same time. Soon Rob was bottomless. I was somewhat gratified
to see that while hard, he was not as large as I was. Petty, I
know, but I'm a guy; petty is what we do.

"Mmmmm, beautiful," Brittany said. "You know, this is the first
real cock I've seen. It's a little scary to think about where
it's going to be in just a little while!"

Brittany held Rob's cock up, examining it from all sides. Then
she ran her tongue over the tip, tasting him and feeling his
texture. She ran her fingertips all around the new toy she had in
her hand. Then she ran her tongue from the bottom to the top,
looked up at Rob and said, "Tell me what to do."

"Put it in your mouth," he said breathlessly. She complied, and
he said, "Watch the teeth!"

She pulled off and said, "Sorry." She popped the head back in her
mouth, and Rob gave her a stream of advice about how to pleasure
him. I approved of most of what he said. He told her how to jack
the bottom of his cock as she sucked on the top.

In very little time he warned her, "I'm going to cum soon!"
Brittany didn't back off; if anything, she started sucking
harder. "I'm going to cum in your mouth!" he gasped, trying to
warn her again, but I'm sure that Rachel had advised her well,
and she didn't pull off. Rob's face contorted and Brittany
started choking as he filled her mouth.

Brittany pulled off, coughing, and she got a final spurt on her
face. When she had regained her breath, Brittany said, "I'm
sorry, I wasn't expecting so much. I'll do better next time!"

Rob laughed and said, "Don't worry! It was great!" Brittany
scooped the cum off of her face with her finger, then popped it
into her mouth.

"Wow!" Rob exclaimed.

"I'll be right back," she said, and Brittany jumped up and went
out of the room. I heard her gargling off screen, then she was
back, jumping on the bed next to Rob and asking, "Was I good?"

"Great!" he said.

Brittany reached down and played with his now flaccid cock. "I
can't wait till you are ready for me again."

"Mmmmm, play with me more and I'll be ready soon!" he said.

"Would this help?" she asked, pulling her tank top off, exposing
her beautiful pert breasts to Rob, and incidentally, to me. I
cursed the fact that the video camera was placed in the room and
unmoving, because I could not get a very good view, but what I
saw was fabulous.

Rob grabbed at Brittany's boobs, and she had to tell him to be
gentle as he squeezed and twisted them. "Taste," she said,
offering one to his mouth. He latched on and she got a slightly
pained look as he sucked hard. But the stimulation definitely
helped, and his cock rose in response.

"Ready to make me a woman?" Brittany asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Rob said eagerly.

Brittany shimmied out of her skirt, briefly exposing her pussy to
me as she lay down on her bed. Rob quickly got in between her
legs and started humping. Brittany reached down and grabbed his
cock, putting it in the right place, and Rob pushed hard into
her. She gasped and grabbed him, stopping his movement.

"Just hold on a minute!" she said. "Let me get used to your
cock!" He held still a short while, but soon his hips started
pumping again. He pushed in and out and Brittany was slowly
getting into it.

"I'm cumming!" Rob grunted.

"Wait, I'm almost there!" Brittany cried, and she reached between
them to rub herself. She appeared to have managed to get off
before Rob was done.

Rob collapsed onto Brittany, moaning, "That was so great!"

"It was good for me too," Brittany said, kissing Rob, and the
scene faded out.

+++++

The next view I had on the screen was back to Rachel's bedroom.
Brittany was lying on Rachel's bed, naked as the day she was
born. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked with a giggle.

Rachel walked into the picture, wearing a robe. "Well, Rob's was
the first cock that you sucked, and the first cock that you
fucked. He got two of your cherries. But you've never been with
another woman before, have you?

Brittany shook her head.

"Well, I'm going to get that cherry, but I got to thinking; it's
not fair that Rob got two and I only get one!" Rachel untied the
sash on her robe and let it drop to the floor. She was wearing a
harness with a thin strap on cock. Brittany gasped as Rachel
continued, "After I lick your sexy pussy, I am going to fuck your
ass!"

"You wouldn't!" Brittany exclaimed.

"Wait and see!" Rachel answered, slinking onto the bed and
pushing her face between Brittany's thighs. I watched in delight
as Rachel brought Brittany higher and higher, backing off every
time she got close.

"Make me cum!" Brittany cried, trying to get her hands onto her
pussy, only to have Rachel bat them away.

"Beg me!" Rachel said.

"I am begging!" Brittany complained. "Please make me cum."

"Not for that," Rachel said. "Beg me."

Brittany looked confused, then shocked as she realized what
Rachel was asking. She said nothing, and Rachel kept teasing her,
until finally frustration and desire overtook fear and Brittany
screamed, "Please fuck my ass! Please! I want you to. Just make
me cum!"

Rachel jammed her fingers into Brittany and latched onto her
clit, and Brittany screamed in pleasure as she got the orgasm she
so desperately wanted. Rachel turned and stared into the camera
as she licked her fingers off slowly and sexily.

Rachel grabbed a tube of jelly and smeared it all over her strap
on. She wiped her hands off and crawled up between her exhausted
friend's legs. "Ready to lose your last cherry?" she asked.
"There'll be nothing left for your husband."

"Maybe not," Brittany said, "but he'll probably enjoy the
pleasure that I'll have learned to give him!"

"That's my girl!" Rachel said. She spread Brittany's legs some
more and positioned the dildo at Brittany's crinkled hole.

"Oof," Brittany grunted as Rachel pushed in. "It's so big."

"Ha!" Rachel cried. "You should have felt my first one! It was
way bigger!" My head swelled with that statement, but I knew that
she was right; the dildo she was wearing was quite thin.

When Rachel was fully inserted, she asked, "How does it feel?"

"Full," Brittany said. "But not bad."

Rachel hummed in agreement as she kissed Brittany deeply and
started moving her hips up and down. Brittany started groaning
and Rachel began whispering in her ear. I couldn't hear what she
was saying, but it was clearly exciting Brittany. Soon Rachel got
onto her knees, slowly moving in and out of Brittany as she toyed
with Brittany's clit. It was all too much stimulation for
Brittany, and she came hard, clenching her whole body.

She collapsed back onto the bed, and Rachel pulled off the strap
on and lay down on top of Brittany, kissing and stroking her.
They rested that way for a few moments, and I enjoyed the view of
two sexy teenagers making out, until Rachel rolled off and said,
"Time for you to learn how to please me!"

Brittany grinned nervously, but rolled over onto Rachel and said,
"Tell me what to do."

"Start with my lips," Rachel instructed. When Brittany started
moving down her body she said, "No, these lips!"

Brittany smiled embarrassedly and moved up to kiss Rachel. Rachel
then had her kiss down her body, especially her nipples. She
worked her way down and under Rachel's fine tutelage she was soon
bringing delight and relief to her friend. The video faded with
the two of them snuggled up on the bed together.

+++++

The screen lighted up again to show Rachel in a bedroom along
with four guys. I recognized the same group from Rachel's
original poker game, minus Stephan, along with one other, Mark.
Neal, Chris, John and Mark were sitting around, and Rachel said,
"I'm sure you are all wondering why I called you here today; I
can guess what you were hoping for." The boys all laughed, and
Rachel continued, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but none of you
is going to get your grubby little hands on me tonight."

Neal groaned dramatically. Rachel said, "I asked you here because
you have displayed discretion and the ability to keep a secret. I
think that you will get over the fact that I won't be available
to you tonight, because I have provided alternate entertainment
for you."

Rachel walked over to the door and opened it, stepping quickly
out of the way. Brittany cartwheeled into the room, and I grabbed
the remote and rewound the disk a second and let it move forward
in slow motion, pausing it when Brittany had her legs in the air.
The shot showed that she was wearing her cheerleader skirt, sans
underwear, and a cheer top that had been cut to just below her
breasts. I shook my head at the beautiful sight and hit the play
button.

Brittany finished the cartwheels in a split, then jumped up
cheering:

Neal, Chris, John and Mark are in luck,  Because Brittany is here
and ready to fuck!

The looks on the guys' faces were priceless. Their jaws had
dropped and they stared at Brittany as she sexily crossed her
arms and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it away and
exposing her perfect breasts. She grabbed pom-poms from the floor
and started doing a routine, her breasts peaking out frequently
with her high kicks. She continued with her cheer:

Fuck my cunt and my mouth, fuck my sexy ass,  Just do me hard and
do me fast! I'll do anything that you please,  I'll hang from the
ceiling and I'll beg on my knees. Fuck me as you want, any which
way,  Just do me now, don't delay!

The cheer was lame, but it made me harder, and I'm sure it did
the same for the others. Brittany fell back into a bridge, her
hands and feet on the floor, her back arched, then she kicked up
her feet so that she was doing a handstand. She did a full split
in that position, exposing her pink snatch to everyone in the
room, then swung around and flipped over to a split, right in
front of the shocked boys, spreading her arms to expose her tits
completely to them.

"Say hello to Cheerleader Brittany, my slut-in-training," Rachel
said. "I'll kill you if anyone finds out about her, but you get
to enjoy her tonight, just like she said. I'm just here as a
casual observer, so have at her!"

The boys just stared, unable to believe what was in front of
their eyes. After a few seconds, Rachel grunted, "Boys! Never
send a boy to do a woman's job!" She stalked over to Brittany,
grabbed her hair in her hand and yanked her head back. She
planted a deep, wet kiss on Brittany, then knelt behind her and
held Brittany's breasts, presenting them to the stunned boys.
"Doesn't anyone want any of this?"

Finally Chris walked forward and kissed Brittany, who wrapped her
arms around his neck and kissed him back passionately. After
Chris broke the ice, all of them moved in, trying to get a feel
or a kiss or both.

I watched them pull her to the bed as they removed their clothes.
Chris was the first one in her cunt, as Neal fed his cock into
her mouth.

"She's just as slutty as me, so don't be shy!" Rachel encouraged
from the sidelines. The video started cutting in and out, a
montage of Brittany's gang bang. Each of them came in her at
least twice, some three times, and when she was done, her mouth,
pussy and ass were all leaking cum. The boys left and I watched
Rachel lick the cum off of Brittany's body. She then climbed on
top of Brittany, dropping her pussy onto Brittany's mouth, and
the screen faded just as she was spearing her tongue into
Brittany's asshole, extracting all the cum she could.

+++++

The screen came up on Brittany's bedroom again, with Brittany and
Rob, naked, making out on her bed. "You haven't said a word about
my fucking you to anyone, have you?" Brittany asked.

"You asked me not to, so I didn't," Rob said.

"Well, to reward you for doing as I asked, I have a present for
you," she told him. She got off the bed and sashayed her naked
ass to the closet. She opened the closet door and pulled an
equally naked Rachel out, wrapping her arm around Rachel's waist
and pulling her close.

"Isn't it every guy's fantasy to have two girls at once?" she
asked, turning to give Rachel a hot and sexy kiss. She turned
back to Rob and said, "This is my slutty friend, Rachel. She bet
me that I couldn't be sluttier with you than she was. Want to
help me prove her wrong?"

Rob was sitting there with his mouth open, clearly unable to
believe what was going on. The two girls slinked towards him, and
Rachel asked, "You're good at keeping your mouth closed?"

Rob nodded, and Rachel said, "Well I'm good at keeping mine
open." She dropped to her knees in front of Rob and popped his
cock into her mouth.

Brittany pushed Rob back onto the bed and straddled his stomach.
"You were so good to me, and you kept your mouth shut so well,
that I had to do this. Who knows what else I'll do for you in the
future if you keep this up!" She kissed him deeply and he grunted
as he came into Rachel's mouth.

Rachel cleaned him off and moved up next to the couple. She
pulled Brittany's hair, breaking her kiss. She pulled her head up
and traded a cum-filled kiss with Brittany as Rob watched. "I
made someone cum, now it's your turn," she told her.

Rachel pulled Brittany off of Rob and between her legs. Rob
watched in amazement as Brittany started licking Rachel's cunt.
"It's going to kill me not being able to tell anyone about this,
but they'd never believe me anyway!" Rob said.

Rachel reached down and started playing with Rob's dick. "But see
the rewards of being discrete? It is far better and longer
lasting than the few minutes of fame from a brag. Learn your
lesson wisely, grasshopper!" She then pulled Rob's head to her
chest so that he could suckle her tits as Brittany brought her
closer. Soon she was cumming, crushing Rachel between her legs
and Rob to her chest. When she was through, she collapsed on the
bed, releasing her two paramours.

As Rachel recovered, Brittany moved up Rob, popping his cock into
her mouth. "Enjoying yourself so far?" she asked between sucks.

Rob nodded his head and groaned.

"It gets better," she said, and soon Rachel was with her, turning
the solo act to a double blow job. Rob had an amazed look on his
face as the girls swapped cock and spit. But soon Brittany pushed
Rachel off of Rob. She laid herself out on the bed and pulled
Rachel on top of her in a 69.

She started eating Rachel, as Rachel reciprocated. Shortly she
pulled away and looked up at Rob. "Are you waiting for an
engraved invitation??" she asked, pulling Rachel's pussy wide
open. Rob grabbed his cock, knee-walked up and inserted himself
into Rachel. It was hard to see at the angle they were lying in,
but it looked like Brittany was licking his cock as he fucked
Rachel. He soon came, and it was clear that Brittany was trying
to suck all of Rob's cum out of Brittany.

Then the scene faded again.

+++++

When the picture reappeared, it was a shot of Brittany's head,
lying on a pillow. "So that's my story," she said. "The Ice
Princess helped take me from virginal cheerleader to cheerleader
slut, and that's the way I'm going to stay, at least for the
right people."

The picture pulled back and I saw that Brittany was wearing her
cheerleader outfit, but her skirt was flipped up. Her wrists and
ankles were tied to the corners of the bed, and buried in her
pussy was a dildo, which was incidentally strapped on to Rachel.

"I hope that you liked our show, Jeff" Rachel said. "If you
watched it shortly after I gave this DVD to you, maybe you should
come on over, because I have this lovely toy for you." Rachel
gestured with her arms down to Brittany in a move that would make
Vanna White proud.

The scene slowly faded out as Rachel went back to fucking
Brittany, and that was the end of the DVD. I glanced at the
clock, then pulled my pants on and hurried next door. It was
going to be a fun night!

+++++

*Chapter 40: The Hidden Toy*

I was at work when I my secretary buzzed me on the intercom.
"It's your daughter's principal," she told me.

I picked up the phone, and a very angry man told me, "Ms. Miller,
I am suspending your daughter. Please come and pick her up."

"What are you suspending her for?" I asked.

"I will discuss it with youwhen you arrive," he said curtly.

I agreed, then I hung up the phone and left to Rachel's school. I
arrived and went to the principal's office. I was shown in to his
office, where he sat behind his desk. Rachel was in a chair,
looking embarrassed and defiant, and another woman was there as
well.

"Why are you suspending Rachel?" I asked politely.

"Inappropriate attire and behavior," he said.

I looked over Rachel and while she was a bit on the slutty side,
it was no different than she had been wearing all year. "What's
wrong with her attire?" I asked.

"It's not her outerwear, it's what she is wearing underneath!" he
said indignantly.

"I'm sorry, you have a problem with her underwear?" I asked.

"Yes!" he replied.

"First of all, as long as she is not showing her underwear, what
difference does it make?" I asked. "And second of all, how do you
even know what she is wearing?"

Just then, a soft buzzing started coming from Rachel's general
vicinity, sort of like a cell phone on vibrate, but more
sustained. "That's the inappropriate behavior, and that is why I
know what she is wearing under her clothes," the principal said.

"I'm afraid I don't follow," I said.

"Rachel was in class when that buzzing started," he explained.
"She was sent to my office, and when she would not tell me what
it was, I had the nurse check to see what it was. She couldn't
see, however, because of a device that Rachel is wearing,
something entirely inappropriate to the school setting!"

"Could I please see Rachel alone?" I asked.

He nodded curtly and he took the nurse and walked out. I turned
towards Rachel and asked, "What is going on?"

Rachel took a deep breath - the noise was still emanating from
under her skirt - and she began her tale. "Jeff grabbed me at the
beginning of the day and had me take my panties off. He slipped
something into my cunt, then he had me get into this!" She pulled
up her skirt and I saw that she was wearing an honest-to-goodness
chastity belt.

"Every now and then, whatever it was that he slipped into me
starts buzzing, and it drives me to distraction!" she told me.

I shook my head and covered my eyes with my hands. "What happened
after you got sent here?" I asked.

"The principal asked what the noise was, but I said I couldn't
tell him," she responded. "When he couldn't get it out of me, he
called in the nurse who looked under my skirt, and she saw this."

"Was he in the room at the time?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes, but my back was to him," she explained. The buzzing stopped
and she sighed in relief.

I called the principal back in and he said, "Rachel will be
suspended for three days."

"Before we go on," I said, "could you please show me where in the
school dress code it describes what types of undergarments the
children are required to wear?"

He blustered and said, "The type of underwear is not specified,
but this goes beyond the bounds of decency!"

"And how do you even know what it was?" I asked.

"The nurse described it to me!" he exclaimed.

"So let me see if I understand the situation correctly," I said.
"Though Rachel's only offense was to emit a slight buzzing sound,
you had someone look under her clothes, both without her or my
permission, and with a male present in the room?"

"Well," he began, but I cut him off.

"And this was done with no consultation with my or Rachel's
physician, to determine if any devices that Rachel might have are
medically necessary?" I demanded.

"Medically necessary?" he asked incredulously. "With her
behavior, it is clear what it was!"

"What behavior is that?" I demanded.

"Your daughter is a slut!" he yelled. My mouth dropped, and so
did that of the nurse who was present.

"Excuse me a moment," I said, and I pulled my cell phone out. I
dialed a number and said, "Give me Bob, now."

When Bob came on the phone, I said, "This is Jess. I need to hire
you. The principal of my daughter's school had her searched under
her clothes, without consulting me and with him present in the
room, and he has admitted that he did so because he feels that
Rachel is a slut. I need you to inform the school district of our
intention to sue, as well as to file criminal charges against the
principal. I'll be coming over to your office with Rachel so you
can take her statement, and then we'll all head over to the
police station to file charges. I'll see you in a little bit."

During my brief conversation, the principal had turned red in
anger, then slightly pale. I put away my phone and turned to him,
glaring. "Now you listen to me, Mr. Evans. You might think that
you had a very good reason to do what you did, but the fact
remains that you have embarrassed my daughter and you have
admitted, in front of me, my daughter and a witness, that you
felt no consultation was necessary because my daughter is a slut.
And you had her examined under her clothes while you were in the
room.

"You have two choices right now. You can drop any action against
my daughter and stay far away from her for the remainder of the
year. After that, she will be out of your hair. Alternatively, I
will do just as I told my lawyer. I will take my lawyer down to
the police station and file criminal sexual assault charges
against you. I think that we stand a very good chance of winning,
and the jury award or settlement that we get will go a long way
towards paying for Rachel's college education. Even if we don't
win, which given the circumstances is unlikely, the facts of the
case will make you unemployable. So, Mr. Evans, what is it going
to be?"

The principal appeared to have sunk into himself, but he had a
defiant look on his face when he said, "Fine, she can go back to
class!"

I stood up and said, "We are still going over to my lawyer's
office to make a statement. If I see the slightest hint of
retaliatory behavior any time for the rest of the year, I will
file those charges. Do you understand?"

He nodded his head jerkily, and I gestured to Rachel and we left
the office. After we were out of the office I slumped against the
wall, and took a few deep breaths. Rachel was looking at me
nervously, and I said, "Let's go find Jeff."

Rachel led me to the classroom that Jeff was in and I opened the
door. "I need to see Jeff," I told the teacher. He just pointed
to Jeff, who stood up and walked over to me. He was smiling until
he saw my expression. I walked outside with both of them
following, but I told Rachel to wait for me in my car.

I turned to Jeff and looked at him for a moment. I shook my head
ruefully and said, "You are so mature, so assured, that I
sometimes forget you are just a kid."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"What did you think that you would accomplish with your little
stunt?" I asked.

"I thought that I would embarrass and humiliate Rachel, just like
she wants," he said.

"But did you worry about the consequences?" I asked.

"What could they do?" he asked. "I went through the rule book
carefully, and there was nothing in there that they could get her
on."

"Jeff, sometimes you are so naive," I said. "Mr. Evans is a
principal. There are many good principals out there, but there
are some whose authority makes them feel like gods. He was pissed
at Rachel, and he fully intended to suspend her. And if he had
not screwed up by the numbers, he would have gotten away with it.
What would that have done to Rachel's future?"

"Nothing!" he complained. "She already got into college!"

"But Mr. Evans seems vindictive and small-minded enough to call
the college and inform them of the suspension. They might have
pulled her acceptance!"

Jeff looked a little stricken as he thought about it. "I didn't
realize it could get so serious."

"Well, you need to protect those in your care," I told him. I
reached out and ran my hand down his cheek. "There is no
permanent damage. In fact, it may even be easier for Rachel. But
think things through a little in the future, OK?"

"Yes, ma'am," Jeff said.

He looked so cute, I couldn't help it. "You can say that again
tonight, when you have your cock up my ass," I whispered to him,
and I got into my car and went back to work.

+++++

*Chapter 41: The Prom*

Prom time was here, and I wasn't sure what to expect.
Surprisingly, Jeff had asked me to go to the prom with him. I
think that he had been deluding himself to believe that others
were not aware that he was the puppeteer with his hand up my ass,
metaphorically speaking (although *that* was an interesting
picture). When Brittany explained to him that everyone knew, his
behavior towards me in public changed, albeit only marginally. He
no longer hid his command of me, though neither did he revel in
it.

Nonetheless, when he asked, no, when he told me that he would be
taking me to the prom, it gave me a thrill. When he helped me
pick out my dress, a very short, very revealing white dress, it
made me excited. When he showed me the accessories that I would
wear, the black cuffs and collar, complete with leash, I nearly
came.

The night of the prom, I was beginning to get ready when my
mother came into my room. "I've been instructed to get you
ready," she told me. I was surprised, but willing. She put me
into the bathtub and lovingly washed my hair and body. She then
shaved me smooth and clean everywhere below my neck. Then she
laid me down and started massaging my body. It was a delicious
feeling, and she rubbed vanilla scented oil into my skin. I felt
pampered and loved.

When she was done with the massage, she helped me into the
bathroom where she re- moistened my hair and dried it and styled
it. Then she applied my makeup, and when she was done she turned
me to look into the mirror. I had to say it: I looked great!

She took me back to my room and slipped the dress over my head.
She fastened the few straps that it had, then kneeled down and
helped me into the high, white heels, locking the straps in place
with small black enamel padlocks. Finally she attached the cuffs
to my wrists and the collar to my neck. She stood me in front of
the full length mirror again, and I took in the view: I was the
perfect picture of a slave slut. No matter what anyone had
thought about me before, tonight would make it clear that I was a
slave. I was so happy.

"You are beautiful, darling," my mother said. "I am so proud how
you've made your choices and how you've lived by them." She
kissed my lips, careful not to mess up my lipstick, then she led
me downstairs to the front door. She had me kneel on the floor
and she clipped my hands behind my back. I sat there, patiently
awaiting my date, my master, ready to offer myself to him.

I was waiting for about ten minutes when the doorbell rang. That
surprised me, because Jeff usually just walked in. My mom walked
past me and opened the door.

"Good evening, Mrs. Miller," Jeff said to my naked mother. "I'm
here to escort your daughter to the prom." It was quite the
incongruous sight.

"I prepared her for you," my mother said, moving out of the way
so that Jeff could view me. I looked up, and my heart jumped into
my throat. Jeff looked amazing in his tuxedo. It was black,
classic, and it fit him perfectly. My mouth watered, and I was
proud that I was his.

Jeff came over to me with a smile on his face. He reached under
my arms and stood me up. He kissed me lightly on my lips and
asked, "Are you ready to go to your last big bash of the year?"

I nodded eagerly. He slipped a perfect white rose into my hair
over my ear and kissed my cheek.

"Jeff, could I get some pictures before you go?" Mom asked.

"Sure," Jeff replied.

My hands remained bound together behind me as my mother had me
pose with Jeff. Most of the pictures were typical prom night
poses, but she also had me pose on my knees at his feet. I
couldn't wait to see those pictures.

Jeff walked me out to his car and unclipped my hands before I got
in. He kissed me again, went around to his side, and off to the
prom we went.

+++++

When we got to the prom, Jeff helped me out of the car and
clipped the leash to my collar.

"Ready?" he asked.

I nodded, and he picked up the leash and led me into the prom.
The chaperones frowned at us, but we were not that over the top,
so they couldn't really say anything. Our friends, on the other
hand, had a lot to say. Luckily, most if it was complimentary,
some of it even envious.

The night was going really well. I danced with a ton of guys, and
talked to all my friends. The only downside was that Jeff seemed
to be withdrawn. He was happy when we danced together and laughed
with our friends, but he always seemed just a bit distant. Later
in the evening, I discovered the reason.

"Rachel," Jeff said, "this is your last big party of the year.
Graduation is just a few days away, and all this comes to an end.
I set something up so that you can go out with a bang, as it
were."

I looked at him excitedly and asked, "What is going to happen?"

"I found a nice, out of the way room, and I arranged it so that
you can be tied down. You are going to be blindfolded, and for
the rest of the night, there will be a steady progression of
horny boys coming through, and cumming on you. By the time the
night is over, you will be a spermy, disgusting mess, and many a
girl will thank you for taking the edge off their boyfriends. Of
course, some won't. But they'll just chalk it up to typical
Rachel the Slut behavior.

"How are you going to feel, stumbling into your house tonight,
your dress torn, cum leaking out of all your orifices, knowing
that half the school had you?"

"Disgusted," I said. "Humiliated. Satisfied."

"Good," Jeff said, smiling at me. He leaned down and kissed me.
"Don't worry about your safety. John has agreed to watch out for
you, and he'll take you home to your mother when the night is
over."

I looked at him in surprise. "Aren't you going to stay? Won't you
take me home?"

"Not tonight, sweet Rachel," he said, with a sad smile. "I think
I'll pass on this exhibition, but I'll come by in the morning and
make sure that you are OK."

"But I don't understand," I said, confused.

"I want to make this a memorable prom for you," Jeff explained,
leading me down the hallway to a small, unused utility room. The
room had been set up with a small padded platform. Jeff began
tying me down as he explained, "This is your last big high school
event, and I want to make it special for you, but I just am not
up for hanging around with this tonight. But you should have
fun."

Jeff finished tying me down and gently removed the rose from
behind my ear and placed it in his lapel. He then slipped the
blindfold over my head and kissed me gently on the lips.

When his lips left mine, I said, "Wait, Jeff!"

"Yes?" he asked.

"Please, Jeff, will you take me home with you now?" I asked.

"But I went to all this trouble to give you a memorable going
away," Jeff said, sounding confused.

"But I don't want that. I want to spend prom night with you!
Won't you please take me home with you?" I begged.

I didn't hear anything for a few minutes, and I got very nervous.

"Jeff?" I called.

"I'm here, Rachel," he said. "If I take you home, you won't get
another opportunity like this again."

"I don't care," I said, and I realized that there were tears
dripping down my face. "I just want to be with you. I don't want
all the others tonight."

"But I went to a lot of trouble to set this up," he said. "People
will be disappointed. You won't do what I tell you to?"

He was right. I had promised to obey, and now I wasn't. "Of
course I will," I said, chastised. "I'm sorry for questioning
you. I'll see you in the morning."

Jeff kissed me again, then he removed my blindfold. I watched as
he removed the rose from his lapel and slipped it behind my ear.
He kissed my nose and said, "You will have to make it up to some
people another time."

"Oh, I promise I will!" I exclaimed, smiling happily. Jeff smiled
back, the first real smile I'd seen all night, and removed the
chains around my hands. He picked me up and carried me out of the
room.

In the hall we passed John, and Jeff said, "Sorry, but I changed
my mind. I'm taking Rachel home. Can you let everyone know?"

"Wow, there are going to be some disappointed guys!" John said.

"I know," Jeff replied. "Let the ones who are the most
disappointed know that Rachel will make it up to them another
time, OK?"

"Sure, buddy," he replied.

Jeff put me down and we walked back into the prom. Jeff led us
over to our friends and we told everyone that we were leaving.
There were some surprised looks; clearly some people knew the
evening's agenda. Nevertheless, Jeff was soon opening the
passenger door of his car for me.

We sat quietly together in the car for the ride home. My mind was
whirling the entire ride. I kept replaying what happened, trying
to understand it. Jeff had set up the perfect scene for me, the
right mix of humiliation and sex. And yet, when I learned that he
wasn't going to be there, when I realized that he didn't want to
see me like that, it lost its appeal.

I had been honest with Jeff. The thought of spending the night at
home with Jeff, something that we did on a regular basis, was far
more appealing to me than being gang- banged the night of my
senior prom. I didn't understand it!

When we arrived at my house, Jeff came around to my side of the
car and helped me out. Before he led me into the house, however,
he took my arms and removed the cuffs. He threw them in the car
and said, "Tonight, we are not going to use those. However, you
are going to keep the collar on, and the shoes are just too damn
sexy to take off."

I smiled up at him as he took my hand and walked into my house.

My mother was in the living room, and seemed surprised to see us.

"I didn't expect you home so early," she said.

"I didn't book a hotel room," Jeff explained, "and I need a place
to violate your daughter on her prom night."

"Oh, then by all means, use my bedroom," Mom said. "The bed is
bigger."

"Thank you, Mrs. Miller," Jeff said with a bow, and he took my
hand and pulled me upstairs.

When we got into my mother's room (now my room too), Jeff turned
around and pulled me into his embrace. He kissed me gently, eased
the dress over my head, then stepped back and looked at me.

"Wow," he said. I posed for him, wearing only my collar and my
high heels. Of course, Jeff was still wearing his tuxedo, and
that was wow-worthy as well.

Jeff pulled me back into his embrace and swung me around to the
bed. He laid me down in the center of the bed and never took his
eyes off of me as he undressed himself. I watched eagerly as he
pulled his underwear down, his cock bouncing at full hardness as
he pushed the discarded garment off of his feet.

He crawled onto the bed and climbed between my legs. He just
knelt there, his eyes darting all over my body, examining every
inch of me, for minutes. Despite the fact that I was naked around
him most of the time, I blushed under his intense gaze. It was
like he was trying to memorize me, and the thought made me sad.
Graduation was just a few days away, and maybe he was taking his
last look at me. I quickly pushed that morbid thought out of my
mind and concentrated on the feelings coursing through me.

Jeff reached back and started brushing his fingertips from the
tips of my toes, up and down my legs. I shivered at the
sensations, and gasped as his fingertips wandered over my hips.
Jeff explored most of my body with his fingers, intentionally
missing those most sensitive areas that I desperately wanted him
to touch.

It seemed like hours, though was probably only ten minutes,
before Jeff moved to the next phase of his torture. He bent over
and ran his lips over my foot, then up my leg. I glanced down and
I saw that his dick had shrunk in half. He was spending all his
time concentrating on my pleasure, to the exclusion of his own. I
reached down to run my fingers along his beautiful cock, but he
slapped my hand away. "Don't distract me!" he growled, running
his tongue over my kneecap.

Again, for the most part, he missed the areas I wanted him to hit
the most, though he did swipe his tongue over one nipple as he
moved around my body, causing me to arch my back in pleasure.
When he finished with his lips and tongue, he started from the
bottom again, this time with his teeth. He ran his mouth all
around my body, nipping at my skin, taking tiny, painless bites
out of me. Each bite caused me to shiver with pleasure. My pussy
was dripping and I was practically beside myself. I wanted
nothing else but to feel his cock slipping into my soaking,
steaming pussy.

When he finished with his teeth, I thought that he would finally
get down to business, but instead he just rolled me onto my
stomach and started at my feet with his fingertips.

"Please," I groaned. "Won't you pleasure yourself with my body?"
I begged.

"I am," he replied, with a smile in his voice.

I then spent the next thirty minutes having the same cycle repeat
itself on my back; first his fingers, then his lips and tongue,
then his teeth. I was amazed that I hadn't cum already; I was on
edge the whole time. Finally, he positioned himself between my
legs and stretched himself over my back. I felt his cock nestling
in between the cheeks of my ass as he pulled my hair back and
kissed my neck, my ears, my cheeks. I felt his cock growing
against my ass as he pulled my face around for a gentle kiss.

Jeff pushed himself up, running his fingers down my back, then
flipped me over. He settled himself back between my legs, his
nearly hard cock pushing up against my slick lips. He started
kissing me gently and I grabbed his head and begged, "Please,
Jeff, won't you fuck me now?"

"No," he said, as he slipped his cock slowly into my pussy. My
eyes went wide as he slowly pushed his cock into me and I gasped
and came as I felt him fully seated in me. My vision blurred and
I was out of it for some period of time, but when I came back to
myself Jeff was above me, smiling down at me, slowly stroking his
cock in and out of me.

"Oh, Jeff!" I cried and grabbed his head, pulling him into a
kiss. The kisses got more urgent, and I kept trying to fuck Jeff
into me, but he continued his slow, torturous strokes.

"Fuck me harder!" I cried.

"No," he said. "Tonight, I want to make love to you." He kissed
me again and my eyes widened. I stopped trying to fuck him and I
collapsed, then wrapped my arms and legs around him and enjoyed
the pleasure that he was giving me.

Jeff continued moving, varying his stroke and speed slightly each
time. I kept building and building until I bubbled over and came.
Jeff just kept at it, and by the time he sped up and came in me
about 30 minutes later, I had cum four or five more times.

Jeff collapsed on top of me, panting, then rolled over, pulling
me on top of him. I tucked my head between his neck and shoulder
and relaxed, luxuriating in the feel of him. A few minutes later
I felt his breathing even out, and I looked at his face and saw
that he was asleep.

I kissed him lightly on the lips and whispered, "Thank you for a
lovely prom." Then I lay back down and went to sleep.

+++++

*Chapter 42: Graduation*

The days leading up to graduation were busy ones for Rachel.
Besides the traditional end of high school activities, Rachel was
spending all of her free time making up for prom night. But she
did it with a smile on her face, thinking of what might have
been, and what she actually had.

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Graduation day arrived, and everyone was excited. We met Jeff at
the graduation with his parents. He looked quite handsome in his
gown, as did Rachel. Of course Rachel was wearing nothing
underneath, but that was to be expected. I sat with Jeff's
parents through the presentations and boring speeches; Rachel
just missed out being valedictorian, and the proud parent in me
warred with the cautious slave; I shudder to think what a speech
by Rachel, wearing nothing but her thin cheap graduation robe,
would be like. We watched Jeff and Rachel march up and pick up
their diplomas (from a sour looking principal), and after the
requisite cap toss, they came back to us to for hugs and
congratulations.

"Congratulations guys!" I said.

"Thanks Mom," Rachel replied.

"Thanks Jess," Jeff said.

"It's rude to call Mrs. Miller Jess, Jeff," Jeff's mother said.

"Don't blame Jeff," I told her. "I insisted that he call me
Jess."

"OK," said Jeff's slightly disgruntled mother. Despite the fact
that Jeff practically lived at our house, we really didn't
interact with his parents more than as next door neighbors.

We got the kids together along with some friends, and pictures
were taken all around. Then they were off to say good-bye to all
their friends. I was hosting a party tonight for Rachel and her
friends, so they would see a number of them later, but this would
be the final farewell for many of their not-so-close friends. We
left them there, and I went home to prepare for the party. Jeff's
mom came by as well to help.

Later in the day, Rachel came home. I was in my housecoat,
because Jeff's mom had just left.

"Are you alone?" she asked.

"Yes, Jeff's mom just left," I told her.

"Oooo, I'm telling on you!" she said with a smile as she slipped
out of her graduation gown. "You're wearing your housecoat when
you should be naked!"

I slipped out of my housecoat and hung it up. "That's fine with
me," I said. "The last time you ratted me out for a similar
offense, it worked out quite well!"

"Oh, mom!" she said with a grin, and she came over and gave me a
hug and a distinctly un-daughterly kiss. Then she burst out
crying.

"Don't worry. Calm down," I told her, hugging her and patting her
back. "Just try and enjoy the day!" This was going to be a very
emotional day.

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Just before the guests were to arrive, I went upstairs to get
dressed. Rachel was in the bathroom putting on makeup, and on the
bed was a black dress and a pair of black strappy high-heeled
sandals.

"Are these clothes for you?" I called.

"No, they're yours," Rachel replied.

I went into the bathroom to shower and I stopped when I saw that
Rachel was dressed in the same clothes that were laid out for me.
"Is this a theme party?" I asked.

"I didn't pick out the clothes," she said.

I shook my head and jumped into the shower. When I was done, I
dressed as prescribed and I put on my makeup. Then I went
downstairs and found Rachel. I pulled her over to the mirror and
we stood side by side, each of us in the sandals and short black
dress, and nothing more. We looked good, but the clothes were
much more suited to Rachel than to a middle aged woman like me.
Nevertheless...

The doorbell rang and I went to open it. Jeff was there, with his
parents and Michelle. I wasn't too surprised that Jeff had rung
the bell with his parents in tow, but I was surprised to find
that Michelle was wearing a short black dress and high strappy
sandals. I strongly suspected that if I ran my hands up her leg,
I would find nothing but bare pussy at the end.

Jeff's mother looked at me, then Michelle, then over my shoulder
to where Rachel was standing. "You didn't tell me there was
particular dress that I should wear," she told me with a raised
eyebrow.

"My fault," Rachel said, rescuing me. "It was just a little joke
that I played."

She shook her head and came in, followed by Jeff, who ran his
hand up my leg to check for underwear while his parent's backs
were to us. I stuck my tongue out at him, indignant that he
thought that I would be wearing any.

Other guests began arriving, and I noticed a pattern as Annie and
Camille arrived together, attired in matching black dresses and
sandals. I guess that Jeff wanted to have his whole harem for the
year together one last time. On the other side of the coin, quite
a few of the boys were wearing little pins with the letters 'RM'
on them. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that
these were Rachel's conquests.

The party kicked in, and there were a number of parents as well
as the kids, but most of them left by about 10PM. The kids hung
around later, but at about 1AM most of them were gone.
Eventually, the only people remaining were Jeff and his harem.

"So why did you want us all dressed the same?" Camille asked.

"I just wanted to remember the year that was," he replied.

"Pictures! Pictures!" Rachel cried, and ran out of the room for
her camera. Jeff had us all line up and started snapping pictures
of us. Rachel started whispering in our ears, and we all turned
around, spread our legs, bent over and pulled our dresses up.

I saw the flash going off furiously as Jeff captured our asses to
his memory card. Then each of us was in a few pictures with Jeff,
including shots of him kissing us.

Finally, Rachel and Jeff said good night to their friends and
they all left, leaving Rachel and me alone with Jeff. He beckoned
Rachel over to the dining room table, and he sat down next to
her. I sat behind her and held her hand.

"We had a deal," Jeff said. "I agreed to own you this year until
graduation. Graduation is now over. Did I do a good job for you?"

Rachel had tears streaming down her face. She nodded and said,
"You exceeded my expectations. It was even better than what I
wanted. Thank you so much, Jeff!"

"There's one more thing," Jeff said. "Please take off your
dress."

Rachel stood up and whipped her dress off. Jeff reached over and
removed the rings from her nipples. "I promised you no permanent
marks. I've fulfilled my obligations as best I could, and I could
not have had a better slave than you." He glanced at me and
added, "And you."

Rachel grabbed Jeff into a hug and started bawling. I saw that
Jeff was tearing up himself.

"There is one more thing," I said.

Rachel and Jeff separated and looked at me. "There is still the
matter of our bet," I told Jeff.

Jeff nodded his head, and I knew he understood. Rachel looked
confused; I couldn't believe that she forgot what I had told her.

"Remind me of the terms." Jeff instructed.

"We both felt that, despite what Rachel had asked for, she would
not have this out of her system at this point," I explained. "Is
there any dissent on that point?"

Jeff shook his head knowingly, and Rachel quickly shook her head
in embarrassment, acknowledging that she was not over it.

"But we disagreed on what would happen next," I continued. "You
were of the impression that she would have a better understanding
of what she wanted, and she would be able to select a lover that
could give her what she wanted. I disagreed. What college are you
going to, Jeff?"

"USC," he replied.

"What college are you going to Rachel?" I asked.

"USC," she whispered.

I turned back to Jeff and said, "I told you that you were naive.
I said that when you went off to college she would be right there
with you. I won my bet, do you agree?"

Jeff nodded with a smile, "I'd have to say that you did."

Rachel looked up and asked, "What does that mean?"

"It means that he agreed to keep you," I said. Rachel looked at
Jeff with hope in her eyes. "He didn't agree to see you
exclusively, but he did agree that he would take care of you in
the same way he did this year. And he agreed to do it throughout
college."

"Really?" Rachel shrieked, and started to move to Jeff.

Jeff held up his hand and said, "Wait a minute. I know that I
agreed to this bet, but I can't fulfill it the way that it was
laid out."

Rachel fell back into her seat with a stricken look on her face.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "You are the one big on rules. We
had a deal. How can you break it?"

Jeff shook his head and said, "I won't break it completely, but I
can't go on like we have been." He turned to Rachel and said,
"Look Raich, I promised your mother something, but I just can't
do it. What I can do is take care of you. I can find a few guys
for you, I can continue to humiliate you, but I can't make you
the campus slut. If you can put up with me toning it down a bit,
than we can continue."

Rachel looked at Jeff and said, "But you'd still keep me?"

"Yes," he replied, "but there is another alternative."

"What's that?" Rachel asked, fear showing on her face again.

Jeff took her hands in his and said, "You could give up this
quest to be a slut for everyone, and you could just be a slut for
one person."

"What do you mean?" Rachel asked.

"I mean that if you are willing, I will take you as mine," he
explained. "Not like this past year, where I did everything to
satisfy your desires. Instead, we would start concentrating on
mine. I would own you, just like I did this year, and you would
continue to do everything that I say, but the goal will be my
pleasure, not yours. If I tell you to sleep with a dozen guys, it
will be because I want it, and you'll do it. If I tell you to
sleep with a dozen girls, it will be because I want it, and
you'll do it. If I tell you that you have to sleep at the foot of
my bed and not cum for a week, it will be because I want it, and
you'll do it. If I decide to whip your ass, it will be because I
want it, and you'll do it."

"Yes!" Rachel screamed, bouncing up, but Jeff held his hand out
again, stopping her from jumping on him.

"We need to set the rules first," Jeff said.

"No rules!" Rachel exclaimed.

"What about permanent damage?" Jeff asked.

"Mark me, cut me, make me pregnant, I don't care," she said. "I'm
yours to do with as you like."

"What about respect?" Jeff asked.

Rachel sat for a moment, thinking, then said, "I don't need the
rule. I know you Jeff, and I am not worried about losing your
respect."

"And what about the final rule?" Jeff asked. "When will this be
over?"

"When you are tired of me," Rachel said. "You own me, and you can
release me. Until you do, I'm yours!"

Rachel looked at Jeff defiantly while he gazed calmly back at
her. Finally he said, "If I am in charge, I set the rules. Rule
one, I will not do anything to you that makes me lose respect for
you. Rule two, you may end this at any time, as may I. Rule
three, you will obey me in every way, following every instruction
and accepting every punishment. Do you agree to these rules?"

Rachel barely gave it a thought before she said, "Yes, I accept
your rules."

"Then come to me, my little slave," Jeff said. This time, he did
not stop Rachel as she jumped up and ran into his arms. She
climbed into his lap and they started some serious kissing.

I cleared my throat loudly, and they looked up at me. Jeff looked
at me questioningly and I asked him, "Do you remember what the
deal was if you had lost?"

"Remind me," he said, his hand sneaking up to tweak at Rachel's
nipple.

"I said that if Rachel didn't do as I expected, then I would
serve as your slave in her place," I told him.

"But you won," Jeff said.

"I know," I told him, "but by your rules, Rachel can leave you at
any time, and you would be without anyone to serve you.
Therefore, I am going to be moving out to California with you, so
that in the event that Rachel does not serve you properly, I will
be there to take her place."

I held my breath and waited for his response. I had been thinking
about this for a while, and I wasn't sure how he would react, how
Rachel would react. I had clearly surprised him. He looked at
Rachel, and she lifted her lips to his ear and started whispering
to him. Jeff smiled and then said to me, "When you offered to
take Rachel's place, the rules were different. If you come out
with us, then I would feel free to hand you out to anyone I
wanted, the same as I would with Rachel. That would be OK with
you?"

"I would be yours by whatever rules you decide," I told him.

Rachel leaned in and started whispering to Jeff again. When she
was done, Jeff said, "I notice that despite the fact that we are
alone, you are still wearing your dress. And my little slave
informs me that earlier today, you were also dressed in the house
when you should have been naked."

Jeff pushed Rachel off his lap so that she was kneeling at his
feet. "Rachel, take your mother downstairs and strap her to the
bench. It seems that she has earned some punishment."

Rachel came over to me and started pulling me towards the
basement. As we were leaving the room I heard Jeff say to me,
"We're going to have to pack up some of our toys when we go to
California. I just know that I will be punishing both of you
willful creatures frequently."

I turned and saw his smile, then happily followed Rachel
downstairs, to take my punishment as a good slave should.

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*The End*



Well, that's it. Favor is done. I know it took a long time to
complete, but so it goes. Clearly, there is a lot of room for
sequels, spinoffs, side adventures, back stories, etc. I don't
know if I will do any soon, but I'm open to ideas and
suggestions, perhaps even collaboration.

This story received a lot more help than my previous ones. First
and foremost, I need to thank Peter Z for his excellent editing.
He kept up with me, correcting and improving my work. My entire
body of work would be much poorer without his help.

There were large parts of this story that were based on comments
and ideas from my readers. Many readers sent me suggestions that
didn't make it in, usually because I couldn't figure out how to
insert them appropriately, or I felt that they just didn't fit
into the story. Some of those ideas may become part of another
story; one already has.

I'd like to give credit to Harry Carton, for helping me build the
dungeon and for the Halloween chapter; for the principal's
office, to sofla69 and David Scott (didn't come out exactly as
you had suggested, but oh well!); and to Kelly Anne for the
Cheerleader. Also thanks to Kelly Anne, David and Rex for ideas
that they gave that made their way into the story in little, but
important, ways.

Thanks to: Bully, David Scott and Rex Praedo, for comments and
encouragements on most chapters, as well as prodding me for more
chapters!

I'd like to especially thank those readers who kept sending me
encouraging comments. They kept me interested in finishing the
story. You all know who you are!

This is the point where I ask you what you thought. If you've
gotten this far, you probably didn't hate it. But what did you
like about it? What struck a chord? What do you want to see me
write about next? The comments that I get are what feed into the
next story, so if you want more, tell me what you think! Go to
http://storiesonline.net/library/create_mail_form.php?id=1832 or
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/mwtb/www/ to send me comment.

I have a couple of stories on the back burner, but nothing that
is compelling me to write, so it may be a while before you hear
from me again. Then again, maybe an inspiration will arrive
sooner than I think...

MWTB 

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