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A Little Money on the Side
By vulgus

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
Story codes: Mff, MMMf, mmmm+/ff, MMMMM+/ff, ff, teen, cons, NC

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

Anyone who knows me can tell you that I'm not the brightest bulb
on the Christmas tree. I don't worry about that too much though.
At fourteen, I'll be fifteen in five weeks, I have already been
turning heads for a couple of years. I am five foot nothing and
weigh ninety pounds. I already wear a B cup bra and those puppies
are still growing. I have long blonde hair and a pretty face. 

I don't mean to suggest I'm stupid or anything. I'm glad that I
am pretty and sexy but I know I need more than that to get by.
It's just that I have to work my ass off to get Bs and Cs in
school. I learn the stuff I have to learn but it doesn't come
easy to me the way that it does for some of the kids at school
that brag about never cracking a book.

I may not be quick but it was pretty obvious, even to me, that my
best friend Stacy suddenly had things lately that neither she nor
her parents could afford. 

If there was a railroad in our town we would live on the wrong
side of the tracks. We lived where the other poor people in our
town lived. It wasn't a slum or anything. But nobody we knew was
buying their own home. Our parents all rented and we weren't
starving but a lot of us were just getting by. Nobody on my block
had a new car or a big screen TV. I didn't even know anyone who
had cable or satellite.

But at least we didn't live in a big city and there weren't any
gangs. You could find drugs if you really wanted to but they
weren't a big problem. Or if they were I didn't know about it. I
didn't use them and I don't think any of my friends did.

We didn't have cell phones or IPods or any of those expensive
video game players. Well, one of the kids had an X-box. But his
dad took it in payment for doing some work for a guy a while
back. They only had like three games for it and we had played
those to death.

My mom was a single mom. I don't know who my dad was and if my
mom knew she didn't share it with me. She worked downtown at the
Wal-mart, working lousy hours and making just enough to live on
as long as we didn't eat much.

Stacy had a mom and dad but her dad hurt his back real bad and he
can't work now. He can hardly even walk. He has been trying for a
year to get disability but I guess the Government is giving so
much of our money to illegal aliens and an illegal war in Iraq
that it can't help out an average American that needs it.

Stacy and I spent all of our time together up until recently.
Lately though, about half the time I go over to see her she has
been off somewhere doing something. And even though we have been
best friends since we were five she refused to tell me what she
was doing. 

I was curious enough about that. But then she started having
things. She had some nice new clothes. They were things I knew
for a fact her mother wouldn't buy for her. Short skirts and sexy
tops, stuff that she kept hidden from her mom. Then one day I
went to her house and her dad yelled for me to come in when I
knocked. He sent be back to her room and she was back there with
a brand new IPod!

Like I said, I'm not known for my ability to solve difficult
problems. But if you hit me in the head with it long enough, I'm
gonna figure out you are holding a club. I knew that Stacy was
getting money from somewhere and that it was not from somewhere
that her parents would approve of. And she wasn't just keeping it
from them. I could have understood that. She was keeping it from
me!

I stood in her bedroom door and stared in disbelief. She got real
nervous when she saw me and started to try to hide it. Then she
said, "Damn it Sara! Come in and close the door!"

I closed her door and went over and sat on her bed and asked,
"Come on Stacy! What the hell is going on? How are you getting
this stuff?"

She put the IPod in the box and started to stuff it under her
bed. While she was doing that I asked, "Don't you need a computer
to use an IPod?"

She answered, "I'm getting one."

She looked at me for a few minutes. I kept waiting for some kind
of explanation. I watched her face and I could see that she was
trying to think of some plausible explanation for something that
didn't have one. She didn't want to tell me where she was getting
the money for this stuff. So I knew it had to be bad.

I finally said, "Stacy, we have been best friends for ten years.
You know everything about me. Until this started I knew
everything about you. What are you into girl? Are you selling
drugs?"

She rolled her eyes and said, "Of course not!"

But she didn't say anything else.

We sat there in silence, a very uncomfortable silence, for
several long minutes. I was just about to say the hell with it
and leave when her brother Brian just barged in and said, "Hey
sis, I've got your..."

He saw me and stopped. He put his hand behind his back, but not
before I saw a wad of money in it.

Stacy looked up and she looked furious. Brian said, "Sorry," and
started to back out of the room. 

I said, "Hold on a damn minute! Brian, get in here!"

Brian and Stacy looked at each other and finally Brian said, "You
should tell her Stacy. She might be interested."

Stacy hissed loudly, "Get the fuck out of my room!"

Brian looked at her for a minute and then walked over and dropped
some money on the bed between us and walked out.

I looked down and saw two twenty dollar bills on the bed.

I didn't know what she was keeping from me but whatever it was it
looked like a pretty good deal! I couldn't believe she would
stumble onto some way of making so much money and not share it
with me. I was really hurt. I got up slowly and fighting back the
tears I said, "I thought you were my best friend."

I turned and headed for the door. My heart was broken. I didn't
have much in the world. But I had my best friend, up until now. I
had the door open and I was half way out when she called out,
"Sara wait!"

She got up and came over and pulled me back into the room. She
hugged me and said, "I'm sorry Sara. You are my best friend.
That's why I don't want to tell you. You are much too nice to get
involved in what I am doing. I don't even think you could do it.
But mostly I don't want you to find out what I'm doing and hate
me."

We were both crying now and I insisted, "I could never hate you!
Stacy, I've only got two people in my life. I have my mom and
you. And I never see my mom. She's always at work. If I didn't
have you I couldn't stand it."

She turned me loose and pushed me back around to sit on her bed.
She pulled a handful of tissue from the box on her nightstand and
hand me some of them. When we had both wiped our eyes and blown
our noses and got ourselves under control she said, "Sara, I'm
doing something bad. There are a bunch of us. Well, maybe not a
bunch. There's Brian and me and, Danny and Kirk and Didi, Tawney
and Sharon. We are all doing it. Brian has been doing it for a
while but I started about three weeks ago."

"Doing what?!" I asked. 

She was bright red. She looked more anguished than I had ever
seen her before. I was almost tempted to let her off the hook.
But I couldn't. This was too big. I didn't know what it was but I
knew it was something big.

I asked, "Are you doing something illegal?"

She stopped to think for a moment and seemed to be surprised by
her own answer. She nodded and said, "Yeah, I guess it is. I
never thought about it before."

Finally she said, "You have to swear never to tell anyone if I
tell you. I mean it Sara. You can never tell anyone ever."

I smiled and asked, "Who would I tell Stacy? You are the only one
I ever talk to!"

She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. She said, "You are
going to hate me when you find out what I'm doing."

I shook my head violently and exclaimed, "You know I never could
hate you. Stacy, I love you. You are my best friend. I don't have
a sister or a brother. If I did I would love you more."

Stacy looked down at the two twenty dollar bills in her hand and
asked, "Remember the guy that moved into that old house near the
end of Mountain Street last month? You saw him a couple of times
and said he was creepy. You didn't like the way he looked at you
when you walked by."

I definitely remembered him. He never did or said anything to me.
He just made me nervous the way he watched me whenever I walked
by his house. I nodded and looked at her curiously. What could he
have to do with this?

Stacy never looked up from the money in her hands. She quietly
said, "He is paying us to come to his house and do things, things
we shouldn't do, bad things. It started with Tawney and Danny.
They live a couple of houses down from him. Then he asked them if
any of their friends would like to make some money too. Now it's
the seven of us. We aren't all there all the time. Sometimes it's
just one or two of us, sometimes more. Sometimes we, oh Jesus
Sara! I don't want to tell you what we do."

I believe I mentioned earlier that I am no Albert Einstein. It
didn't take a genius to figure out what she was talking about.
She was having sex for money! And as soon as I realized it I
exclaimed, "You're doing it! You're doing it for money!"

She shivered and said, "Not every time. Sometimes he just takes
pictures of us. Sometimes they are just nude pictures. Sometimes
we have sex with each other and he watches and takes pictures.
Whenever we go there one or more of us has to have sex with him.
Sometimes he has some friends over and we have to pose for them
or put on a little sex show and then they all have sex with us.
Sometimes we have to do it in front of a big ass camera and he
broadcasts it to people on the internet. I guess he has a pay
site. Every time we go he gives us money. The more we do the more
money he gives us."

I stared at her in disbelief for a minute or so and then I asked,
"How could you do that?!"

She shrugged and said, "I'm tired of being poor. I'm tired of not
having the things that other kids have."

She paused and said, "It isn't so bad. You get used to it. It was
hard at first. Some of the shit he makes you do is really gross.
But I've got nice clothes now! I've got a cell phone and I have
an IPod and I'm getting a computer."

She finally looked at me and quietly said, "It's worth it to
me."

I was stunned. My best friend was a prostitute! 

I asked, "What kinds of gross things?"

She looked down again. She paused for a long time and then she
almost whispered, "I have had sex with all of them, even the
girls. And now I'm having sex with Brian. They think it's hot to
see a brother and sister doing it."

I asked, "What does he do with the pictures?"

She said, "I don't know. He has a big collection, thousands of
them. I think he sells them on his internet website."

"Doesn't that bother you?" I asked.

She replied, "It did at first. But I figure that no one that buys
them is going to know me or ever see me. I don't like the things
I do Sara. I'm embarrassed. That's why I didn't want to tell you.
But I like the money and nobody is getting hurt. Well, it hurts a
little sometimes. It hurt a little when he took my cherry, and
one of his friends likes to fuck the girls in the ass. That hurts
a little. It's embarrassing and they treat us like shit but they
pay us good."

I still couldn't imagine doing what she was doing. But I had
another question. "What are you telling your parents about the
stuff you are buying?"

She shrugged again and said, "So far all I've got was some
clothes. Until today that is. I told my mom a couple of weeks ago
that me and Brian are working part time at the library. I'm not
going to tell her about the IPod. I'm going to tell her that I
got the computer from a kid at school who got a new one and was
going to give his old one to the thrift shop. As long as I take
it out of the boxes before I bring it home she won't know the
difference."

I suddenly remembered what she had said a moment ago and I asked,
"What is it like having sex with Brian? And other girls?!"

She actually grinned and said, "A couple of the girls are pretty
good at it. We have talked about getting together sometime when
it's just us girls. We have had some fun. Brian isn't so bad. He
cums too quick, so you never get off. But he is getting better
about that. It was hard for me at first. Brian didn't seem to
care. For him it was just another chance to get laid. He didn't
care who the girl was. The worst part is now he thinks he can
fuck me any time he wants. He makes me suck his cock or fuck him
every day now. I don't like it but I'm afraid to fight him. I am
afraid that mom or dad will find out if I raise a stink. It's
easier to just give in."

"And you have to fuck that old guy too?" I asked incredulously.

She nodded and said, "Yeah. One of us always has to, or suck him
off. And when his friends are there they all get off too. That's
why it's better when there are more girls there. A couple of
times I had to get five guys off. I was the only one there.
Sometimes the guys have to do it too. Brian has had to suck him
off a couple of times. He hates it but the guy pays him extra for
doing it. I can always tell when he has had to do it. He's all
pissed off when he gets home and he's kind of rough on me."

"How often do you go over there?"

"It depends. The first week I was there twice. The next week
three times. Last week I went three times but he called me on the
cell phone one night and I had to sneak out and go over again one
night."

I noticed the way she said that. "Had to?" I asked.

She responded quietly, "It's kind of like he sucks you in. At
first he just takes some pictures and feels you up a little. The
first time he took pictures of me undressing and then I posed for
about half an hour in the nude. Then he made me sit beside him on
the couch and he felt me up and I ended up beating him off. It
was kind of gross but then he gave me forty bucks. Shit! I never
had more than five bucks all at one time in my fucking life!"

"I felt dirty when I left there," she continued. "But all the way
home I was thinking of the things that I could do with forty
dollars and I decided that I could live with feeling a little
dirty."

Just then the door opened again and Brian came in and closed it
behind him. He looked back and forth between us and then he asked
Stacy, "Did you tell her?"

Stacy gave him that furious look again and responded, "She isn't
interested!"

I looked at her and asked, "Tell me what? What am I not
interested in?"

Brian gave me an evil little grin and said, "He wants us to find
new girls for him. If we find one he'll pay us fifty bucks. And
if he gets to pop her cherry he'll give us a hundred and the girl
a hundred. You're a virgin aren't you Sara?"

Stacy turned and hissed, "That's none of your fucking business!
Now get out of my room!"

He grinned and let her push him to the door but before he went
out he said, "He wants you there tomorrow right after school."

Tomorrow was Wednesday. We had planned on hanging out together
after school. That creep on Mountain Street was spending more
time with my best friend than I was.

Brian finally left and once more Stacy couldn't look me in the
eye.

I said, "One hundred dollars?"

She said, "You couldn't handle it Sara. You are too nice a
person. And I couldn't stand it if you got sucked into that
because of me."

I said, "You are handling it." I paused and then I said, "I
wouldn't mind having things too. I don't like being poor."

Then I stopped and thought, "Am I really considering this?!"

Stacy grabbed my hands and squeezed them so hard that it hurt.
She had an urgent tone in her voice when she said, "No Sara! You
would hate it. It isn't easy. The things that he makes us do are
terrible. I...you are just too nice a person. Don't even think
about it."

I whispered, "We could help each other. We could support each
other. We could be there for each other. And if I tried it and
couldn't handle it I could always quit."

She glanced at the door and then she said nervously, "No Sara. He
doesn't let you quit. Once he takes those pictures he has you
over a barrel. If you tell him you want out he threatens to send
those pictures to people and have one of the kids hand them out
at school."

I said, "So you have to do this forever?"

She shook her head and said, "No, just until I'm sixteen. He says
there is no market for pictures of girls once they reach sixteen,
or at least not with his customers. He only wants kids between
the ages of fourteen and sixteen."

I was silent for a minute and then, under my breath I said,
"That's awful!"

She shrugged and said, "It really isn't so bad. Most of that
stuff is just hard the first time or two that you do it. Some of
it is actually kind of fun. In fact, the more I do it the more
exciting some things are. But I don't like that I can't quit.
Still, I'm getting what I wanted out of it."

It was getting late and I was supposed to be home. But my mother
wouldn't be home until midnight and we didn't have a phone so she
wouldn't know. I hated lying to my mother. But the odds are that
I wouldn't have to. In fact, the odds are that I wouldn't even
see her until Saturday.

I was surprised when I realized that Stacy and I were still
holding hands. I squeezed her hands and said, "Tell me about it.
I want to know what it's like."

She looked at me for a second and then asked, "Tell you about
what? What do you mean you want to know what it's like? What are
you talking about? Sara, you can't be considering it!"

I instantly replied, "NO! Oh god no. I just wonder what it's like
to undress for a man. What is it like to do what he tells you?
What is his...what is it like to touch his...you know! What is it
like to put it in your mouth? What was it like to lose your
virginity? Oh god Stacy! There are a thousand questions you could
answer for me!"

She laughed quietly and I said, "What? What is so funny?"

She leaned forward and said, "If you really want to know what it
is like I can go get Brian. He would love to answer your
questions for you!"

I actually considered her offer for a moment before she put the
heel of her hand on my forehead and nearly pushed me off the bed.


She said, "Sara! That was a joke!"

I smiled and said, "I've never seen a boy's cock. You saw your
brother's when you were growing up. I don't have a brother."

She laughed and said, "Until a couple of weeks ago I hadn't seen
it since he was about five. I was four and I didn't remember it.
Besides, it wouldn't be the same. Trust me."

I asked, "How did you get into this?"

She replied, "Brian was in it before me. He was in it for a month
before I got in. But he didn't get me in. He didn't want me in.
I'm not sure why. The horny bastard was always trying to catch me
naked or in my underwear, the little pervert. So I would have
thought that he would want me in it. But it was Didi that
recruited me. I was walking home from school with her and her
cell phone rang. I was astonished that she had a cell phone and I
asked her where she got it. She told me she got it from a guy
that gives her money to do things. She said that he had just
called her and asked her to come over. I walked with her. It was
on the way home anyway. On the way she told me a little about it,
not much. Enough to get me interested."

"When we got to his house I begged her to let me talk to him. It
wasn't hard to convince her. She wanted the extra hundred
dollars. I went in with her and she introduced me. He was creepy
but I didn't care. I already knew I wanted the money and I
already knew I'd do whatever it took to get it. I was sick to
death of being one of the have-nots at school. I see the things
that the other kids have and it seems so unfair to me that I have
to go without. They turn in papers that they do on their
computers and I turn in handwritten papers that no computer has
checked for errors. The way I saw it I was already getting
fucked. At least if I did it at his house I might get a few
orgasms out of it."

"Did you?" I asked.

She blushed and said, "Almost every time. Sometimes I have a lot
of them."

"What was it like that first time?" I asked.

"Do you mean that day, the first day?"

I nodded.

"It was just him and Didi and me," she responded. "First we
talked and he told me what would be expected of me. He even
showed me some of the pictures that he took."

She shivered as she remembered the details of that first
afternoon. Then she said, "I guess I have always had a kind of
dirty mind because I thought some of those pictures were pretty
hot. But then I saw one with Brian in it and I thought, 'That son
of a bitch!' He was coming over here and getting paid and he
never said a word to me about it. I figured if my rotten brother
could do it then why the hell not! But to be honest, I think I
made my mind up before we ever got to the house."

"I told him that I wanted to do it and he smiled and said that he
had to ask me some questions first. I had to tell him how old I
was and he was happy about that. I had to assure him that I was
still a virgin. I had to promise to come whenever he needed me
but he said that he wouldn't interfere with school or get me in
trouble with my parents. And I had to promise to do whatever he
told me to do. He also warned me that I would do things that I
probably had never imagined and that I would do those things with
people besides him. He didn't go into detail about that. I doubt
if I would have cared by then. He was holding a one hundred
dollar bill in his hand and I was hooked. He didn't give me the
money that day though. He showed it to me and said that he was
not going to take my cherry that day. But if I came back the next
day he would take my cherry and give me the hundred."

"He got his camera out and he ordered me to undress. I don't know
if I was more embarrassed because I was undressing in front of a
man for the first time or because Didi was watching. But I did
it. I took all of my clothes off and then he pulled me over to
the couch and I sat down beside him while he made Didi undress.
When she was naked he gave her the camera and she took pictures
while he felt me up for a while and kissed me like I was his
girlfriend. He checked to make sure I was still a virgin. Then he
showed me how to beat his meat."

"When he was done he made Didi put the camera down and come over
and lick his cock and my hand clean. Then he gave me forty
dollars and told me to come over after school the next day."

"I rushed home after that and went to my room and sat there
staring at the money and thinking about what I had just done. And
do you know what I did then? I lay on my back and masturbated!
Jesus Sara! When he sent me home without fucking me I was
disappointed!"

I had a thousand more questions but there was a tap on the door
and Stacy's mother came in. Stacy's mom was beautiful and funny
and I had always liked her. She had been like a second mother to
me over the last few years. But in the last year since her
husband had hurt his back she looked like she had aged ten years.
It was disturbing to see her. The hard work and the stress of
living on only her income were killing her. 

I thought then of the money that Stacy and Brian were making.
They were making more money now than their mother was, and
contributing none of it to the family. That made me think of my
own mother. I helped around the house as much as I could. But my
mom was providing our only income too. 

Stacy's mom smiled and said hello. She asked me if I was staying
for dinner. I told her that I couldn't. I had to get home and do
my homework. She tried to get me to stay but I knew she couldn't
afford to feed me. And I really did have homework to do.

She asked Stacy to set the table and I went out with them and
said goodbye. All the way home I was thinking about what Stacy
had told me. It was scary. But it was also very exciting. I tried
to imagine myself doing the things that Stacy was doing and by
the time I got home I was so turned on that I went right to my
room and got undressed and masturbated.

I had only recently begun to masturbate. I didn't do it often.
Most of the time I didn't masturbate to orgasm. I merely rubbed
myself gently between my legs after I went to bed and enjoyed the
pleasant sensations until I drifted off to sleep. Not this time.
This time I lay on my bed, naked from the waist down and I
pictured myself going to the creepy old guy's house and being a
virtual sex slave. When I had finished I rested for a minute or
two and then did it all over again. I had never done that
before!

I sat up when I was finished and took my top and my bra off. I
went to the bathroom and after I washed my hands I looked at
myself in the mirror. In the last year my body had really changed
a lot. My breasts had grown from training bra to a B cup so fast
you could almost see them grow! My pubic hair had sprouted but
the hair was nearly as blonde as the hair on my head and I
thought that it still looked embarrassingly immature.  

I had a waist now and hips, and for the most part I was very
satisfied with the way I looked. One good thing about living in
poverty was that you didn't have to worry too much about getting
fat. I very seldom got to enjoy a soft drink or a bag of chips. I
got enough to eat, but never more than just enough to eat. With
all the walking that we did, gaining weight was not something I
had to worry about.

I put on an old pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt and made
myself a peanut butter sandwich for supper. Many of my meals were
either peanut butter or tuna fish sandwiches and a glass of
milk.

I put my books on the kitchen table and tried to concentrate on
my homework. But my mind was filled with other things. I thought
of how much easier life would be for my mom if I was bringing in
a little money to help out. My mom was getting old fast too, for
the same reasons as Stacy's mom. But I realized that I would be
hard pressed to explain to my mother how I had come to possess
large sums of money.

I wasn't really fooling myself though. While I would love to make
my mother's life easier that wasn't what was really motivating
me. I was turned on by the idea of going to that creepy old
dude's house on Mountain Street and volunteering to be his sex
slave. The things that Stacy had told me about were so
embarrassing, so humiliating, and yet so very exciting. I was
having a hell of a time concentrating on my homework.

I kept reminding myself of all of the drawbacks. I kept telling
myself that, although it made for an exciting fantasy, in real
life it would suck big time! In real life there would be
unpleasant tastes and smells and there would be discomfort and
pain.

I got a kick out of the way guys looked at me now, even old guys.
I acted like I didn't. But I liked it that I was pretty and sexy
and even if I am a dumb blonde I am smart enough to know that if
the guys weren't looking I'd be pissed. 

But I could only imagine what it would be like to go to that
house and undress for that man and his friends and pose for naked
pictures and then let them do anything that they wanted to do to
me. Actually, that was the problem. I could imagine it. And every
time I did, it almost took my breath away.

And then I thought about the money. I wanted the same things that
Stacy wanted. I would love to have a cell phone and an IPod and a
computer. God! I would love a computer!

But more than that, I would love to be able to take some of the
stress off of my mom. It would be so cool if I could contribute
some money to the family budget. My mom was always joking about
her lobster dinner when she had a tuna sandwich or her peanut
butter steak. I could just imagine her face if one night she had
a great big steak for dinner when she came home from that job she
hates so much. Maybe even a glass of wine.

Unfortunately, even if there was a place that a girl my age could
legitimately earn that much money she wouldn't let me work there,
not with my grades.

I struggled to push all of that out of my head and eventually I
finished my homework. I took a shower and went to bed but instead
of going to sleep I imagined that I was at that house on Mountain
Street.

Those thoughts were still spinning around in my brain when my
mother got home at twelve-thirty in the morning. I heard her come
in and go to the kitchen. I got up and went out to say hello. I
didn't see much of her when she was working this shift, which
lately was most of the time. They paid her a little more to work
the late shift so even though she had enough seniority now to
work more day shifts she continued to work the evening shift
often enough to pay the bills and buy food.

I was barefoot and she didn't hear me coming. When I entered the
kitchen she was sitting at the table staring at the wall with
tears running down her cheeks. She didn't see me at first. She
sat there crying quietly and staring off into space. I noticed
that, just like Stacy's mom, she seemed to be aging much faster
lately. I hurried over to give her a hug and by the time I
reached her I was crying too.

She held me tight and then she wiped her eyes and said, "I had
something in my eye."

I kissed her and said, "Liar!"

She asked, "What's the matter? What are you doing up? Are you
alright?"

I assured her that I had just gotten up to go to the bathroom
when I heard her come in. I just wanted to say goodnight and tell
her that I loved her. Then I asked her why she was crying.

She gave me about half a smile and said, "Oh I'm just tired. I
hate this night shift. My body never seems to adjust to working
until midnight. But I'm going to have to work this shift for two
more weeks at least. It really sucks being at the bottom of the
food chain."

I got a package of tuna fish out and made her a sandwich. She
kept telling me to go to bed but I ignored her. I put the
sandwich in front of her and poured her a glass of milk. Then I
sat across from her and watched her stare at her "lobster"
dinner. I kept urging her to eat and finally she took a few bites
of her sandwich. 

She got paid every two weeks on Friday. She had been working
nothing but evening shift lately and she was going to have a
comparatively large check this payday. She said, "I have all the
bills paid for this month and I'm going to have a little extra
money this week. Let's go out for dinner Saturday afternoon
before I go to work."

Going out to dinner for us meant going to a small diner up on the
main road. It was a cheap place to eat but the food was okay. Not
good, just okay. It was nice having someone else bring you
something to eat and then clean up afterwards though. And it was
nice having a full meal and not just eating soup or a sandwich.

She finished her sandwich and I rinsed her plate and put it away.
She stood up and said, "Come on baby. You have school in the
morning." She gave me a hug and pushed me out of the kitchen. 

I stopped at the kitchen door and turned and asked, "Do you cry
often when you get home from work?"

She shook her head no, but she looked guilty. I knew she was
lying to me. It occurred to me that she had not been out on a
date, not ever as far as I could remember. She must be lonely.
But beyond that, she was the sole provider in this house and once
all of the manufacturing jobs went away, thanks in large part to
her current employer, she was forced to take a minimum wage job
with no benefits. Now we were living not much better than the
poor people who worked in virtual slavery to produce the products
that were sold in Wal-mart at mark ups that should have been
illegal.

It must have seemed like such a hopeless struggle to her. I had
not been unaware of how difficult her life was before. Our
poverty made it obvious. But tonight I got a look at how hopeless
her life was. She had nothing but a lifetime of loneliness,
poverty and deprivation to look forward to. It was so depressing.
I hurried back to my room so that she wouldn't see me cry for
her.

I lay in bed in the dark crying quietly for my mother and her
life without joy. I thought again of the extra money that I could
make if I put myself in the hands of that pervert. The problem
would be finding some way to sneak it into the budget without
raising suspicion.

When I finally fell asleep I was still trying to solve that
problem. But my dreams were not about money. My dreams were about
afternoons spent in sexual servitude.

In the morning I dressed quietly and got ready for school. I had
a bowl of cereal and went out to wait for Stacy to come by. We
always walked to school together. 

She looked uncomfortable when she approached but I smiled and
tried to act like nothing had changed between us. I couldn't help
it though. I had to ask. I still had a lot of questions about
what happened in that house. Well, no, not so much about what
happened there. I had questions about how Stacy felt about it.
Because I thought that I might better gauge my own reactions if I
knew more about hers.

She still didn't want to talk about it. But I managed to get her
to tell me what it was like when she lost her virginity. What it
felt like, what was going through her mind and how she felt about
it now.

That was all we had time to talk about before we got close to the
school and there were too many kids around to discuss it any
further.

Stacy and I did everything together and had since kindergarten.
We had decided on our class schedule together and we shared all
but one class. We sat together in class and ate lunch together
out in a quiet corner of the school yard.

While we were sitting in our usual place eating our sandwiches I
was looking at the want ads in a newspaper I had taken out of our
civics teacher's trash can. I wasn't looking for a job. I was
looking for a job that I could say that I had to explain having
money. Of course if there had been any decent jobs there I might
have considered them. But then, my mother would never have
consented to me taking a job that would interfere with my
schoolwork. She knew how hard I had to work to get the average
grades that I was getting now. She had smiled once and told me
not to worry, I came by it naturally. She had been a terrible
student too. And she had worked very hard in school, just like
me.

I gave up after looking at the two columns of dead end jobs in
the paper. They were the same jobs that were always there, day
after day, week after week. I put the paper down and I was about
to ask Stacy another question about her new profession when
something caught my eye. 

In the bottom corner of the want ad section was a large ad with
big black letters across the top. They were hiring teenagers to
sell magazine subscriptions door to door. I could not have done
that. I was much too shy. And even if I could have, I doubt very
much that there was a lot of money to be made going door to door
for an hour or two in the afternoon, especially not in my part of
town. But my mom might not know it. I so much wanted to help her,
to relieve some of the stress in her life and give us both a
better standard of living. I wanted a computer to do my school
work on. But to be perfectly honest, I couldn't stop thinking
about going to that house and undressing in front of a man for
the first time.

I folded up my lunch bag and put it in my purse. I sat there
beside Stacy for a moment and finally I asked, "Stace, how would
you like to make a hundred dollars?"

She instantly responded, "Sara! No! You really don't want to do
this Sara."

I turned to look at her and I asked, "Are you sorry?"

She thought about her answer and then she said, "A little. I'm
sorry about some things."

"Like what?" I asked.

She got a weird look on her face and said, "For one thing I'm
sorry about my asshole brother coming to my room every night for
a fucking blowjob!"

I looked around to make sure that no one was close and I asked,
"What's it like? What is it like to suck a boy's cock? What is it
like when he cums in your mouth?"

She groaned. I knew she was tired of my questions. But she said,
"It depends. It depends on the girl. Some girls like it. Some
hate it. It depends on the guy. I like it with some guys but I
hate it with others. It's a kind of sexy thing to do. But if you
don't like the guy or he is treating you like shit and being a
little rough then it isn't so hot. When a guy cums in your mouth
it is really hard to take at first. You have to get used to it.
The first four or five times I gagged and almost threw up. It
doesn't taste very good. Cum is kind of bitter. It smells and
tastes a lot like bleach. You get used to it though. The older
guys keep trying to force their cocks down your throat. They fuck
your mouth like it's your pussy. I guess once we get used to it
we'll be able to do that. Sharon already is."

Stacy put her hand on my arm and said, "But Sara, you aren't like
me. I don't think you can do this."

She may be right. But she didn't know how hard it had been for me
to fall asleep last night. She didn't know that I had masturbated
when I got home last night, imagining that I was being molested
by that creep. She didn't know about the dreams I had last
night.

After sitting in silence for a few minutes I said, "Stace, I want
to try it. I want to help my mom with some extra money. I want a
computer. But it isn't just that. I think maybe you don't know me
as well as you think you do. When I got home last night I went
right to my room and I masturbated. And I dreamt about those
things you told me about when I finally managed to fall asleep.
I'm almost fifteen so it will only be for a year. And if it is
really bad, well, we will have each other for support. I want to
do it."

She was quiet for a few minutes. It was almost time to go back
inside. She sighed loudly and said, "Sara, think about eating my
pussy. Can you do that?"

I shivered when she said that. I'm not sure why. I had never
really thought about eating my best friend's pussy. But last
night I had thought about doing it with one of the other girls. I
had imagined doing it with Tawney while some dirty old men
watched us. But in my mind I saw us doing it as if I were
watching from across the room. I didn't imagine what it was like
to actually put my mouth on another girl's pussy. I couldn't
really. I had no idea what it would be like.

The bell finally rang and we stood up. Just before we started
back in I said, "You do it. And last night you said that you like
it."

She shook her head in frustration and said, "Think about it Sara.
Think about it real hard. Think about some of the bad things.
We'll talk on the walk home after school."

We only have two classes in the afternoon. One of them is algebra
and I am really struggling in that. I had to force myself to pay
attention and it was a constant struggle. My last class is
history. For some reason history is the one class that I don't
have trouble with. I like history. It is actually interesting,
unlike most of my classes. And I really like my history teacher
this year. He just graduated from college and he is young and
kind of cute. He is always very proper when he talks to us. But
he is friendly and doesn't talk down to us. I wish all of my
teachers were like him.

Unfortunately, as much as I enjoy his class I didn't hear a word
he said today. It's a good thing that Stacy was in my class so I
could get the homework assignment from her. I didn't hear a thing
he said between the bells. I sat at my desk and thought about
going to that house and I found myself getting very excited.
Several times I was slowly opening and closing my legs and Stacy
had to reach over and punch my shoulder to make me realize that I
was all but masturbating in class.

We went to our lockers after the bell rang and then we headed
towards home. Except that we weren't headed towards home. We were
headed for a house on Mountain Street.

Once the crowd of kids around us thinned out Stacy whispered,
"Cunt! Jesus Sara, I thought you were going to have an orgasm in
class!"

I blushed and responded, "I almost did."

She said, "Sara, this is so wrong for you. You are making a
mistake. You are not the kind of girl that can handle the things
that he is going to make you do. Think about it girl! Think about
letting any man, or any boy, who wants to have sex with you, do
it to you, any way that they want. Think about all the people who
he sells those pictures to seeing you naked and sucking cocks and
getting fucked and eating pussy."

When she was finished trying to shock me I responded, "I have
been Stace. I am starting to think that neither one of us knew me
very well. I know that I am shy. But my panties are soaking wet
right now. You are probably right. I may very well be sorry that
I made you take me there. But the money he gives me will make up
for that. I think that going to that house for a year can't be
any worse than a year of algebra. I have made up my mind. I'm
going. So you might as well take me and get some money out of it
too. And don't worry. I won't blame you if I end up hating it as
much as you say I will. You tried very hard to keep it a secret
from me and you tried even harder to talk me out of it. I'll
remember that. I'll even let you say 'I told you so' when I come
crying to you later."

From that moment on we walked in silence to that pervert's house
on Mountain Street. She stopped at the gate and said, "Last
chance Sara. Think with your head, not your pussy."

I chuckled at that but then the front door opened and there he
was, our friendly, neighborhood child molester. I saw the
recognition in his eyes when he saw me. He had often watched me
passing by his house. He looked happy to see me. I shuddered in
revulsion at the thought of what I was going to do. But it was a
revulsion heavily tinged with teenage hormone driven lust and
more than a little greed. For some reason the idea that what I
was going to do in that house was so terrible was really exciting
me. I decided that I didn't want to spend too much time analyzing
that.

We went through the gate and up to the small front porch. Stacy
said, "Mr. Todd, this is my friend Sara. She wants to...you
know."

He grinned and stood back to let us in. We entered and I found
myself standing in his small, sparsely furnished living room. I
detected an unpleasant smell that I recognized as the smell an
old, rundown house gets when it has stood empty for a long time.
We had lived in enough of them over the years before we moved
into the house we live in now. 

Mr. Todd ushered us in and asked Stacy, "She knows what we do
here?"

Stacy answered, "Yes sir. I told her yesterday."

He turned to me and asked, "Why do you want to join our little
group Sara?"

I blushed as I stood there in front of him. His eyes were all
over my body and it was just as creepy as it always was. I
answered, "My mom is a single mother and we need the money."

He walked around me slowly and as he did he asked, "Is that the
only reason? You are just doing it for the money?"

I quickly answered, "Yes sir!" 

But then I saw his skeptical look and I blushed even more deeply.
It was like he already knew I was lying. 

I said, "That's why I'm doing it, for the money. I'm nervous. No,
actually I'm scared. But I will admit I got a little...excited.
Thinking about the things she told me last night was stimulating.
But I've never done any of that stuff and it's scary."

He smiled and said, "So you are a virgin?"

I nodded, blushing more deeply again.

He asked, "And Stacy told you about the money she made for
selling me her cherry?"

I nodded.

He took my book bag from me and put it down by the door. Then he
went over to a table and picked up an expensive looking digital
camera. He waved me further into the room and ordered Stacy to go
sit down. 

He moved to a movie camera on a tripod in the corner and turned
it on. He made sure that it was pointing at me and then he came
over to where I was standing.

He took a half a dozen pictures as he circled around me and then
he said, "I want you to slowly lift your skirt. Look at the
camera while you do it."

My knees were shaking so much that I was afraid that I was going
to fall down. I dropped my hands to the front of my skirt and
started slowly working the front of it up with my fingers,
gathering the material in my hands and baring my thighs to the
camera.

As I worked my skirt up he took picture after picture, almost as
rapidly as he could push the button. I just stared at the word
Nikon on the front of the camera and tried to figure out what I
was feeling as I lifted my skirt in front of this dirty old man.

I felt the blood suffusing my face. My scalp tingled. I could
hear my heart beating loudly. I hated to admit it but I realized
that I was getting very turned on. With every passing minute, as
I performed my first act of submission, it was becoming more
obvious to me that I am not the girl that I thought I was. It
isn't that I wasn't scared. I was scared to death. I was so
scared that I was having trouble breathing. Or was that from
excitement?

I was surprised when I felt the hem of my skirt in my hand and I
realized that the crotch of my underwear was exposed to this man
and his camera. I slowly lifted my skirt up until my hands were
level with my waist and the front of my panties was completely
exposed.

Mr. Todd took a handful of pictures and said, "Spread your legs a
little farther apart Sara. You have beautiful legs and I love the
way your mound pushes out against your underwear. You have one of
those sexy protruding mounds. I love it. I can see that you have
been thinking about coming here all day. There is a very large
wet spot in the front of your panties. I think that once you get
broken in and learn to relax a little you are going to have a lot
of fun here."

I didn't want to admit it, even to myself I guess. But I thought
he was right. I was awfully excited for someone who was not "that
kind of girl."

He straightened up and lowered his camera and said, "That was
fantastic Sara. Now turn around and do it again with the back of
your skirt, nice and slow like you did the front."

I dropped my skirt and turned my back to him. I placed my hands
over my ass and started gathering the back of my skirt just like
I had the front. I could tell when the lower edge of my underwear
came into view. Once I had exposed about an inch or so of my
underwear he instructed me to turn my head and look at him over
my shoulder. 

I continued to pull my skirt up in back until my entire ass was
on display in my light blue panties. I was staring at his camera
again and I saw Stacy sitting on the couch behind him. I was
startled. I had forgotten all about her. I caught a glimpse of
her face. She still looked worried. I didn't know what was to
come. I knew that I wouldn't like everything that happened to me
in this house. But I realized that I wasn't worried. 

Mr. Todd put his camera down again and said, "Okay Sara, let your
skirt fall back into place and turn around now."

When I was facing him once more he said, "I want you to take off
your blouse now. Stare right into my camera and slowly unbutton
it and...no, wait a minute. I have a better idea. We're going to
do this differently."

He turned and said, "Stacy, get over here."

Stacy got up and came over to where I was standing. He smiled,
well, leered is a better description. Then he said, "Stacy, I
want you to stand behind your friend and remove her skirt."

Mr. Todd started taking pictures as Stacy unbuttoned and unzipped
my skirt in the back. She slowly pushed it down over my hips and
down my legs. It fell around my feet on the bare floor and I
stepped out of it and kicked it away. 

Mr. Todd took more pictures of my panties peeking out from under
the tails of my blouse. 

After he had enough pictures he instructed her to reach around
and slowly unbutton my blouse.

Her arms came around me and I felt her body pressing against me
from the back. Her fingers weren't shaking like mine and she made
quick work of the buttons. She let my blouse fall open and after
he got some pictures she slowly eased my blouse down off of my
shoulders and down my arms. Now I was standing in front of a man
I had just met, wearing only my bra and panties. 

He had no way of knowing, but Stacy knew that this was the only
matching bra and panty set that I owned. She knew that I had put
them on this morning in anticipation of undressing in front of a
man, in front of a camera for the first time.

I heard her whisper softly in my ear when she slid my blouse
down, "Slut!"

I took it in the spirit that I'm sure it was meant and it calmed
me down a little.

Mr. Todd instructed her to kiss my shoulders and the back of my
neck and reach around and cup my breasts through my bra. Well, he
didn't say breasts.

I felt hands other than mine on my breasts for the first time and
even through my bra it was amazing. I shivered with pleasure and
my pleasure was multiplied by her warm, soft kisses on my neck. 

I had to stifle a moan of excitement as she moved her lips over
my neck and shoulders and gently squeezed my breasts. I was
embarrassed about the look that I knew his camera was capturing
on my face. I should have been mortified, standing in front of a
man in my underwear with my best friend holding my breasts. I
wasn't.

He ordered Stacy to remove my bra and while she struggled with
the clasp behind my back and he took more pictures he asked, "So
you two are friends, good friends?"

I answered breathlessly, "Stace is my best friend. We have been
best friends since kindergarten."

"But this is the first time she has kissed you or played with
your tits?" he asked.

I whispered, "Yes sir." Then I added, "This is the first time
anyone has touched them."

As I said that I felt my bra sliding down my arms and the cups
falling away from my breasts. 

I very nearly had an orgasm just from having my breasts exposed.

I heard him say, "Fucking beautiful!" and then he took pictures
of them from every angle. 

He ordered Stacy to massage them again and then to play with my
nipples. The first time her fingers pulled and then squeezed on
my hard little nipples I cried out and my eyes closed. My head
fell back against Stacy's shoulder and I sighed loudly. I
whispered, "Oh my god! Stacy!"

I heard her chuckle quietly but she didn't say anything at first.
After he had taken a dozen more pictures she whispered, "It feels
nice doesn't it?"

I couldn't even speak. I just said, "Mmmmm."

Mr. Todd said, "Okay Stacey, take the panties off now."

She kissed my neck one last time and then sank to her knees
behind me. I stood there unsteadily as she slowly peeled my
underwear down over my hips and my pussy was revealed to a man
for the first time.

He clicked off picture after picture until my panties were lying
on top of the rest of my clothes. Then he came in for some
extreme close-ups. At times the camera was only inches from my
opening.

As he took those pictures he said, "I can smell your arousal
Sara. You are one hot little cunt. I think that you are going to
have a lot of fun here. I know I'm going to."

Stacy started to get to her feet again but he said, "No Stacy,
don't get up yet. Sara, spread your legs about shoulder width
apart."

I spread my shaky legs apart as ordered. I suppose I should have
been expecting it but when he reached down and ran his fat finger
through my slit I cried out and my hands reached for his wrist
without any conscious thought on my part. I wasn't trying to push
him away. I was holding his hand there! When his finger had
touched me a feeling like and electric shock had shot through my
body, a very pleasant electric shock. It was the most wonderful
feeling I had ever experienced. It was so wonderful that if Stacy
hadn't reached out to steady me I would have fallen. My body was
twitching uncontrollably as if I had lost the ability to control
my muscles!

Mr. Todd laughed and pulled his hand free. He stepped back and
started taking more pictures and he said, "Okay Stacy. Reach
around and make your best friend very happy."

Stacy's hand, which was still gripping my hip, slid around and
eased across my stomach. Her finger tips moved lightly through my
pubic hair and then I felt them slide through my dripping wet
pussy. 

Her fingers didn't enter me. They slid through the moisture that
must have been pouring out of me. Then they move around my clit
without actually touching it. That was the last straw. I
struggled to stay on my feet but I cried out and I had an orgasm
while he filmed my face in the throes of passion. I was no longer
embarrassed or self-conscious. I was far too stimulated to feel
anything but pleasure.

He finally stepped back and ordered Stacy to stand up. I almost
fell when she moved away from me. I had been leaning on her
rather heavily. I had no strength in my legs at all. 

He told us not to move and I stood there trying to regain my
strength while he quickly replaced the memory card in his camera.
When he was done he handed the camera to Stacy and stood in front
of me while he took his clothes off.

He was not an attractive person. He was in his mid to late
forties I guess. He wasn't scary ugly, but his face was scarred
with pock marks. He had a very big nose and there was something
about his expression that bordered on evil. The single large
bushy eyebrow that stretched from one side of his face to the
other didn't do anything for his appearance either.

He was heavy set, what they call beefy I guess. Not really fat
but definitely out of shape. He pulled his jockey shorts down and
I discovered that his nose and his fingers were not the only
large appendages he had. His dick was long and fat and hard and
although it was the first one that I had ever seen I was very
impressed, and very nervous.

He nodded at Stacy and she started taking pictures as he grabbed
my wrist and pulled me over to the couch. He ordered her to aim
the movie camera towards us and she stepped over to the corner
and adjusted it. 

The first thing he did once the camera was pointing at us again
was pull me down beside him and order me to spread my legs wide
open. Then he ordered me to hold my pussy spread wide open so
that Stacy could take a picture of my hymen. My mind told me that
what he was asking me to do was gross. But my body wasn't
listening. I nearly had another orgasm as Stacy came in close and
peered right up inside of me through the camera viewfinder.

She took several pictures and then moved back and started taking
pictures as his hands started exploring my body. While he played
with my tits he ordered me to hold his cock in my hand.  I
reached down and wrapped my fingers around his fat cock and I was
amazed at the way it felt. It was hard and soft at the same time.
It felt so hot that I thought it was going to burn my hand. My
fingers didn't go all the way around it and the thought that he
would soon be forcing that thing inside of my body was scary. But
it was also very, very exciting. 

I didn't care if he was old and ugly and a pervert. I was so
turned on at that moment I was ready to beg him to fuck me. I
remembered that Stacy had said that he didn't take her cherry
that first day. I hoped that he wouldn't make me wait. I
desperately wanted to be fucked. I was scared, but I was ready.

I caught the look on Stacy's face once when she had lowered the
camera and was changing positions. There was a mixture of
amusement and what I think was excitement. I think that she
didn't feel so bad anymore about her part in leading me into the
clutches of this pervert.

Mr. Todd tilted my face up and began kissing me. These were not
gentle, loving kisses. He was excited and he was all but raping
me with his mouth. His tongue invaded my mouth and I struggled to
please him. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. He didn't
seem to notice. I guess it didn't matter what I did. He was
kissing me passionately, brutally. His large hands and long thick
fingers were squeezing my tits and rubbing my pussy. He was
constantly pulling his tongue from between my lips long enough to
breathlessly tell me what a hot cunt I was and how much he was
going to love fucking my virgin pussy. 

My lips and tongue were nearly numb from his rough kisses when he
took his mouth away. He leaned down and took one of my tits into
his mouth. When I felt is lips around my nipple and the prickly
stubble on his cheeks and his chin pressing into my soft flesh I
cried out and came again. So many firsts! So much excitement! My
head was swimming in lust.

I felt the warm, clear fluid that was oozing out of the head of
his dick begin to drip down over my fingers. I shivered, but not
in disgust. It only served to fire my lust.

He whispered in my ear, "I normally don't do this with a girl the
first time she comes here. But you are one hot little bitch. I
want you to get down between my knees and suck on my cock Sara.
You have gotten me hotter than hell. I want to cum in your mouth
and it won't take long. Get down there now and start sucking.
I'll warn you when I'm going to cum. I don't want you to spill a
drop bitch. I really hate it when a girl doesn't swallow all the
cum in her mouth."

I dropped to my knees and wedged myself in between his large
thighs. I stared down at his fat cock, throbbing wildly as it
rested against his stomach. I reached out and pulled it upright
and slowly leaned down and ran my tongue around the shiny knob. 

He sighed loudly and his hips came up off the cushion for a
moment. Then he sat back down and said, "Yeah bitch! Take it in
your hot mouth. Let's see how much of that cock you can
swallow."

I paused for a second to evaluate the taste of that shiny fluid
that coated the top half of his large cock and I realized that it
had almost no taste at all. It certainly wasn't unpleasant.

So far sucking a cock was pretty exciting and I was encouraged. I
quickly obeyed his orders. I placed my lips around the fat knob
and began to slowly slide them down his shaft. He sighed again
and said, "Oh shit! Bitch you are a natural fucking cock sucker!
Eat that thing baby!"

For some reason those horrible words excited me all the more.

I opened my eyes and saw Stacy right in my face with the camera
and I saw the look on her face. She was almost as excited as I
was!

She met my gaze and in a soft but husky voice she said, "Go ahead
bitch, suck that cock. Show me how much you can take. I want to
see you take that thing right down your throat! I want to see you
drink his cum!"

She sounded like she was going to cum before he did, just from
watching me!

The head of his cock finally reached the back of my throat and I
started gagging. I pulled back and forced myself to calm down and
she started giving me advice on how to get over my body's natural
desire to gag. Then she said, "Go ahead cunt. Try it. Suck that
dick you cocksucker. You know you want to. You're a cunt, a
fucking slut like me. Do it cocksucker!"

I don't know which of the three of us was being more turned on by
her nasty mouth. But she was sure as hell getting to me!

I listened to her advice and soon the head of his cock was
hitting the back of my throat on every stroke and I wasn't
gagging any longer. I started trying to force it down into my
throat. My mind was telling me that it was too big, too fat, it
wouldn't fit. But I was desperate to do it and I don't even know
why. I was getting frustrated because I just couldn't seem to
force it down. But she helped me again. 

She had her elbow resting on the cushion, holding the camera only
inches from my face. Her finger was pushing the button every few
seconds but her other hand was free. She reached out and after
teasing my swollen nipple for a few seconds she suddenly squeezed
it with all of her might. 

I screamed in pain. When I screamed I felt his cock slide right
down into my throat. Then I had a huge orgasm. I moaned around
his cock and he suddenly reached out and held the back of my
head, pressing my face against his stomach and I felt his cock
throbbing in my throat. I knew he was cumming inside of me and I
came again.

I started to panic when he didn't let my head go. But suddenly I
managed to suck in some air through my nose and I realized that I
could breath. I relaxed then and stopped trying to pull my head
back. When I stopped fighting him he released my head and I
stayed there like that, with his cock in my throat, and I
rested.

I started to feel his cock moving and I realized that it was
going soft and sliding out of my throat. It kind of tickled a
little until it came free and I finally took a few deep breaths
and nuzzled his cock with my face as it lay there on his
stomach.

Mr. Todd lifted my face and said, "You sweet, horny little slut!
Now you get your reward." 

He pointed to the area rug in front of him and ordered me to lie
down.

I thought he was going to fuck me now. Instead, he took the
camera from Stacy and said, "Get undressed and eat your friend
out."

Stacy stood over me grinning as she undressed. I smiled at her
and she asked, "Are you ready for your first taste of pussy,
bitch?"

I just smiled. At that moment I was ready for anything.

I had seen her naked before. But not in a sexual situation, not
just before she knelt over my face and then stretched out over me
so that she could eat my pussy. I watched as her tits were
uncovered and I could see that they were swollen and her nipples
were sticking out like two little, no two large erasers. I had
never seen her nipples like that before. They looked like two
little hard ons.

Her skin was stark white. She was a redhead and never went out in
the sun because she turned into a freckle factory. She had a few
freckles on her neck and upper chest. She also had a bright red,
neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair which had always secretly
fascinated me. I was a little jealous because it looked so much
more adult than my sparse little bush.

Her pussy was dark pink and looked swollen. I could see the
moisture around her slit. It was obvious that watching me had
really excited her. It turned me on that I turned her on. I
realized that now that it was about to happen, I not only didn't
have any qualms about tasting her pussy, I was looking forward to
it!

She gently dropped to her knees beside me and leaned over and
kissed my lips. The kiss was gentle at first. But as I responded
it quickly became very passionate. I put my arms around her back
and held her close and our tongues explored each other's mouth
lovingly.

I felt her tits brushing up against mine and it was a strangely
erotic feeling. I brought my right arm from around her back and I
gently cupped her tit. I couldn't believe how exciting it was. No
wonder guys were so fascinated by tits! Her tit felt so sexy in
my hand. I don't even know why. But it did.

We kissed for several minutes before she lifted her head and
said, "I had no idea you were such a fucking slut!"

I grinned and said, "I didn't either!"

She leaned down and kissed my lips again and then she wheeled
around and her knees were on either side of my head. She slid
down over me and I felt her breasts slide over my stomach just
before her warm breath began to heat up my pussy. I felt her lips
touch me down there and begin to move all around my slit. 

I moaned in pleasure and began to return her kisses passionately.
I found that I loved the scent of her aroused pussy. I loved the
way it looked and when I finally traced a path through it with my
tongue I loved the way she tasted. But most of all I heard her
moan in pleasure and I loved that I could excite her like that.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eyes from time to time and
I was aware that Mr. Todd was photographing our every move. It
didn't bother me though. In fact, it made it just that much more
exciting. 

Stacy and I both started having orgasms almost immediately. We
were almost out of control, but we didn't stop. I had never been
so consumed with lust in my short life and I doubted that I ever
would again. I didn't want this to ever end.

Mr. Todd finally put the camera down and I saw him kneel behind
Stacy. He inched forward and I stopped what I was doing when the
head of his re-inflated cock nosed my lips out of the way and
began working its way inside of my best friend's soaking wet
pussy.

I stared in fascination as that fat cock slowly wormed its way
inside of her only inches from my face. It was immediately
obvious that Stacy liked it. Her mouth came down on my pussy,
covering it completely and as he forced his cock inside of her
she started biting down my pussy and moaning loudly. It was the
most incredible thing to watch, made more so by the sensations in
my pussy. I was still nervous about having something that large
inside of me. But even so I found that I was jealous. I wanted to
feel what she was feeling. I don't know what his reasoning was
but he obviously wasn't going to fuck me this afternoon. 

When his cock was most of the way inside of her his balls started
dragging across my face. His balls were hairy and wrinkled and
ugly and it was so exciting! I closed my eyes and tilted my head
and began licking and sucking on Stacy's clit and licking around
her pussy as it swelled and contracted with the movements of Mr.
Todd's cock. 

Stacy started screaming while he fucked her with rapidly
increasing force and I teased her with my tongue. I also licked
at his wet shaft as it moved in and out of her and his balls
whenever they were within reach of my tongue.

It wasn't long before all three of us were cumming loudly. 

Mr. Todd stopped fucking Stacy after he came and slowly pulled
his cock out of her. It was still about half hard. He pressed it
against my lips and I opened my mouth without even thinking and
let him shove his slimy cock between my lips. I sucked it clean
and then continued to suck it gently until he pulled it free. 

He reached up and got his camera from the table and lay down on
the floor between Stacy's legs. His head was almost touching
mine. He ordered me to lick her pussy clean. I saw the cream from
his cock beginning to ooze out of her. He had cum in my throat a
little while ago but his cum had all gone straight down my
throat. I hadn't actually tasted it. 

I was going to taste it now.

I saw the camera lens near my face and I saw his finger moving on
the button. I heard the faint click as he took one pictures after
another while my tongue began to scoop up his cum and for the
first time I tasted it. Her description of what it was like
flashed through my mind and it was dead on. I could smell and
taste the slightly unpleasant bleachy flavor. 

I swallowed the first few drops easily and then I scooped out a
large dollop of it and let it rest on my tongue while I tried to
decide how I felt about it. I found that I agreed with Stacy. It
was not a very pleasant taste, but it was an extremely exciting
thing to do, to take a man's cum in your mouth. The stuff that
comes out of the hole in the end of his cock! Gross! But very
exciting. 

When I could finally get no more of Mr. Todd's juices out of her
pussy I let my head fall back and come to rest on the carpet. I
was exhausted. 

He got up and helped us to our feet. Then he sat in his chair and
said, "Would you girls like a beer?"

I answered without thinking, "No thank you. I'm too young to
drink."

He got a big laugh out of that and I realized as soon as I said
it that it was an incredibly stupid thing to say. I smiled at
him, embarrassed at having said something so stupid, and I
rephrased it. "Thank you, but I don't drink."

He told Stacy to go get him a beer and while she was gone he
opened a drawer beside his chair and took out a small pad. He
asked me for my full name and address and he wrote them down.
Then he pulled out another small pad and wrote my name and
address down and tore off the top sheet and handed it to me. 

It was a prescription and I looked at him curiously. He said,
"Birth control pills. I don't want you girls getting knocked
up."

He reached into the drawer again and handed me a cell phone and a
charger for it. He showed me how to use it and said, "Most of the
time you will know when I want you back here before I let you
leave. But sometimes something comes up and I'm going to have to
call you. You are going to have to find some way to sneak out of
your house when I call you. I try not to do that often. I don't
want to ruin a good thing so it's in my best interest that you
girls don't get in trouble. But it can happen. It happened with
Stacy already. If I do call you though, I won't accept any
excuses. When you are called you come."

I nodded. I wanted to tell him that I would have to be home at
midnight when my mother got home. But I didn't want him to know
that I was home alone most evenings so I didn't say anything.

The last thing he pulled out of the drawer was a wad of cash. He
handed us both fifty dollars and said, "I'm giving you an extra
ten bucks apiece because you did such a good job. Sara, I think
you are going to work out just fine."

He told us that we could get dressed and leave. While he watched
us put our clothes on and sipped his beer, Stacy said, "Mr. Todd,
Bryan is really getting to be a pain in the ass. He comes into my
room every night and fucks me or makes me suck him off. Can you
do anything about that?"

He grinned and said, "I already did something about that sweetie.
I gave him permission. Anytime he wants some ass you give it to
him. I told him he could let his friends fuck you too if they
wanted to."

He looked at me and said, "That's going to apply to you too, once
I bust your cherry. I'll let you and Bryan both know when he can
have you."

I should have been really upset by that news. Stacy was. Instead
I felt a shiver of anticipation run through my body like an
electric shock. And I didn't even like Bryan. He was a real shit.
So were his friends.

Mr. Todd said, "Okay, get out of here. I have work to do. I want
you back here tomorrow Sara, right after school."

I said, "Yes sir." We grabbed our book bags and I followed Stacy
outside.

We hurried out to the sidewalk and as soon as we were away from
the house Stacy turned to me and exclaimed, "You fucking slut!
You're a bigger slut than I am!"

I grabbed her hand and squeezed. It took every bit of my self
control to keep from squealing in excitement. I groaned and said,
"I want to take you in my arms and hold you so tight that you
can't breathe and I want to kiss you and bite your neck until you
bleed. Oh Jesus Stacy! I've never been so...I...oh god! I can't
even talk! I was so pissed that he didn't fuck me. You said he
wouldn't but I wanted to. I wanted it so bad! Oh Jesus! I am a
slut! I didn't even know it! Right now I just want to go running
all over town fucking every boy that I see!"

She laughed and said, "Come on slut. Let's go to your house."

As we walked the three blocks to my house I raved quietly about
how much I loved eating pussy and how much I loved sucking cock.
I went on about how exciting it had been when she undressed me
and touched me and what his cock looked like and felt like and
tasted like. She just smiled and kept walking.

When we got to my house she followed me inside and as soon as I
closed the door we dropped out bags and hugged like lovers. But
then, I guess that we are lovers now. She held me tight for a
moment and then she pushed me away and said, "Okay slut. You have
to settle down now. What do you have to drink around here?"

There were two choices. Cold water from the tap or cold water
from the tap with ice cubes.

I made us both a glass of ice water and we went to my room. She
sat on my bed and watched while I undressed and put my shorts and
t-shirt on. She got serious then. She said, "Sara, I can't
believe that I never really noticed how beautiful you are before,
or how sexy."

I blushed and said, "I'm not as hot as you are. Stacy, you have a
perfect body and that flaming red hair is so beautiful."

She smiled and said, "Yeah, I'm kinda hot. But I've always
flaunted it. You were the quiet little girl in the background all
this time. I can't believe I was worried about you!"

She was quiet for a minute and then she said, "You are going to
be alone tomorrow. At least I guess you are. I won't be there.
There could be other men there or one or more of the other kids.
When some of his friends come over he isn't so nice. He gets a
little rougher on us. I think he is trying to impress them. It
isn't that he is going to beat you or anything. But he'll grab
your hair and jerk you around by it or squeeze your tits real
hard, shit like that. And they talk down to you, treat you like
trash. It's like they are trying to make you cry or something.
And his friends are rough too, especially the guy that's likes to
fuck young girls in the ass. He is a real prick."

She continued, "If you want some good advice, find something and
start fucking yourself in the ass with it for a little while
every afternoon. Stretch your ass out before he does it with his
cock. His dick isn't that fat. Not like Mr. Todd's. But it still
hurts when he does it."

I shuddered and replied, "I don't have anything to put in my
butt!"

She smiled and said, "You don't have a butt. Sluts have asses.
Come on, let's go look in your room. Do you have some Vaseline?"

I shook my head and she said, "Let's look in your mom's room. She
might have some."

We went to my mom's room and looked on her dresser and her
nightstand. No Vaseline. Stacy started opening drawers and I
said, "Stacy! Don't do that! It isn't right. That's snooping."

Stacy grinned and reached down pulled up a long black dildo
shaped just like a man's cock. It even had a pair of big,
lifelike rubber balls. I almost wet my pants! I would have bet
the fifty dollars I had just been given that my mom didn't have
anything like that in the house. I would have bet she didn't even
know what they were.

Stacy brought it to her face and sniffed it. I exclaimed, "Stacy!
What are you doing?!"

She pulled me over to where she was standing and pointed down.
There were a half dozen penis shaped toys of various descriptions
in the drawer. 

Stacy reached in and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. She said,
"Come on slut," and took me by the hand and pulled me back to my
room. She made me take off my shorts and kneel on my bed. 

Nothing happened for a minute and then I felt her finger worming
in between my ass cheeks and pushing against my asshole. I jumped
slightly when she touched me there. I was surprised at how good
it felt. She started working her finger inside of me. It was cold
at first because of the lubricant. But it warmed up quickly. 

She pushed her finger in and out of my ass very slowly for a
minute or so and then she repeated the process. This time she
greased up two fingers and began fucking my ass with them.

After a few minutes she pulled her fingers out and a minute later
I felt the tip of that black rubber cock pressing against me. I
tensed up but she slapped my ass and said, "Relax cunt! Push back
against it like you are trying to go to the bathroom. That
relaxes the muscles and it will go in easier."

I couldn't do it at first. I was just too nervous. But finally I
concentrated and forced myself to relax. Suddenly the big knob on
the end of that thing popped inside of me and I came right up off
of the bed.

I exclaimed, "Fuck me! Shit! That hurts! Stop it Stacy!"

She stopped pushing but she didn't pull it out. She said, "Put
your head down on your arms again Sara. Just relax. Honey, trust
me. You are going to be glad I did this. This thing is thicker
than that asshole's cock. If you get used to this you'll be able
to handle him with no problems."

I grunted and gasped, "I don't think I can do it."

She left it in me though and then, after several minutes she
slowly slid it in a little further. She paused again and then she
pulled it back. I thought she was taking it out but to my dismay
she pulled it back a couple of inches and then slowly pushed it
back in. It went in a little further this time. I was grunting
and gasping in pain. I found that it was difficult to breathe. I
also found that I had the embarrassing feeling that I had to go
to the bathroom.

I finally told her that she would have to stop because I had to
go to the bathroom. She informed me that it always felt that
way.

She pulled it almost all the way out and put some more KY on it
and then started pushing it back in. This time I felt it bottom
out. I had that entire ten inch long rubber cock inside of me! I
felt the fake rubber balls pressing against my ass.

She held it in place for a few minutes and gradually I started to
relax and I even got to where I could stand it. It didn't feel
good. It just didn't hurt so much. I was starting to breathe
instead of pant.

She began to slowly draw it out and then push it back inside of
me in slow, short strokes. I was gradually getting used to it.
After a few minutes she said, "You look pretty sexy with a black
cock sticking into your ass. I wonder if Mr. Todd has any black
friends."

I didn't know if she was teasing or not but I found myself
wondering what it would be like to be fucked by a black man. Not
in the ass. I wasn't fond of this at all. But maybe later it
might be interesting to have sex with a black man.

After a few minutes I exclaimed, "Jesus Stace! Are you going to
fuck me until you cum?"

She laughed and slowly pulled it out of me. I put my feet on the
floor and stood up carefully. I felt like I had been punched in
the gut. I still felt like I had to go to the bathroom too. 

She handed my mother's black cock to me. That's a sentence a girl
doesn't use every day. She said, "Here, go wash this with soap
and water and then we'll put it back."

I held it up and looked at it. It looked huge. I said, "I wonder
where she got this?"

Stacy laughed and said, "I doubt if she picked it up at
Wal-mart!"

I went to the bathroom and washed the dildo. Then I washed my
hands and my ass. I sat on the toilet for a few minutes but
nothing happened and I realized that I didn't have to go. It
really was just the dildo.

Stacy was waiting for me in the hallway when I came out of the
bathroom and we went back to my mother's room. She showed me
where it was positioned in the drawer and put the KY jelly back
the way she had found it. She closed the drawer and said, "I know
you didn't like that Sara. But I'm serious. The more you get used
to that big ass dildo the easier it will be on you when old
Buster Ass comes over to take you for a ride. He gets all the
girls eventually. And ass fucking is his favorite sport."

We went back to my room and I put my shorts back on. I slipped my
sandals on and then I suddenly started laughing hysterically.

I finally collapsed on my bed and when I could finally talk I
said, "I've just been fucked in the ass by my best girlfriend!
That's something I never thought I'd say!"

She giggled and said, "By the end of next week I imagine you will
be able to say a lot of things that you didn't expect you'd ever
say. I bet you never thought you'd eat my pussy or suck the cum
out of it either. Did you?"

I shook my head and said, "No, but I loved it. What time to you
have to get home?"

"Jesus Sara! Instant nymphomaniac! I need to get home. But I'll
give you my cell number and I want you to call me when you get
home tomorrow. I want to hear all about it."

We exchanged cell numbers and she checked the ringer volume on my
phone. Then she hugged me and went home. I looked at a clock for
the first time since school let out and I was shocked to see that
it was almost six o'clock.

I went out to the kitchen and ate a can of soup. I was sick to
death of a diet of soup and sandwiches and cereal for breakfast.
I promised myself that soon that would change.

I cleaned up the kitchen and put everything away. All the while
my brain was spinning madly as the events of this afternoon
whirled through my brain. I pictured the things that I had done
and the pictures were very vivid. I was amazed that I had no
regrets. I didn't feel bad about what I had done and I didn't
have a low opinion of myself for having done them. 

The biggest problem I had was forcing myself to stop thinking
about what I had done long enough to concentrate on my homework.

I finished my homework finally. I usually go back over my work
and check it but I didn't see the point. I simply could not
concentrate tonight. I couldn't get my mind off of sex.

I put my books in the bag and got them ready for tomorrow. I
looked at the clock. It was only a quarter to nine but I hadn't
slept much last night and I had an eventful day today. I was
pretty tired. 

I took a shower and got ready for bed. I was holding my cell
phone in my hand and trying to decide on a discreet place to
charge it when it started ringing. It almost gave me a heart
attack!

I answered it frantically, though there was no one in the house
but me to hear the quiet ringing. It was Mr. Todd. He said, "Just
checking slut. I wanted to make sure that you would answer it. If
you ever need to call me my number is in your phone's
directory."

Then he hung up without even saying goodbye!

I finally ended up plugging the charger in at the receptacle by
the head of my bed. I slid the phone under my bed so that if my
mother came in she wouldn't see it. I prayed that I would
remember to take it with me in the morning. I wasn't used to
having a phone to remember.

My brain was still in turmoil but I was exhausted and I was
asleep by ten. I had one erotic dream after another but I slept
through the night. The next morning my alarm played soft music
for a good ten minutes before I heard it. I guess sex really
wears a girl out.

I hadn't thought to pick out what I was going to wear today. I
didn't have a large wardrobe to choose from but it was a special
day. This was the day I was going to lose my virginity. I felt a
twinge in my gut at the thought but I wasn't sure how much of
that was fear and how much was excitement.

I picked out my second nicest bra and panty and then selected a
nice, simple, slightly sexy print dress that, like all of my
other clothes had been picked up cheap at the thrift shop. 

The dress only reached half way down my thighs and the pleated
skirt was flirty. I liked it. It was one of my favorite dresses.
It buttoned down the front and was easy to get in and out of.
That was something I had never taken into consideration when
getting dressed before.

I put on my sandals and started to go out to the kitchen for my
cereal when I remembered the phone. I got a sinking feeling when
I realized that I had almost forgotten it. 

I went to the kitchen and quickly made a sandwich for lunch and
then had a small bowl of cereal. I cleaned up the kitchen after I
ate and hurriedly brushed my teeth and my hair. When I got
outside Stacy was on her way up the sidewalk to get me.

I smiled at her and said, "Sorry. I haven't slept well the last
two days. Too much excitement. I think I need a scarier alarm
clock."

She shook her head and said, "Come on slut."

As soon as we were away from my house she asked, "Any second
thoughts?"

I shook my head and said, "Not one. A lot of exciting things
happened to me yesterday. I can't think of one that I wouldn't
want to repeat. Well, maybe what happened afterwards with that
rubber dick up my ass. That wasn't the most fun I ever had with
my pants off."

She laughed and then said, "Damn! I kind of enjoyed fucking you.
I was hoping to do it again!"

I smiled and said, "Sweetheart you can fuck me any time you want.
I'd just really appreciate it if you did it in a different hole
or with a smaller cock. I didn't realize you had such a big
cock."

She chuckled and said, "You are forgetting Sara, I fucked you
with your mother's cock."

I responded, "Yeah, but I bet she doesn't stick that big thing up
her ass."

Stacy said, "I told you, it's for your own good. You don't have
to do it if you don't want to. But if you keep it up you'll thank
me in the end, so to speak."

We were quiet for a moment and then she asked, "Are you scared?"

I shrugged and said, "Yeah, a little. But I'm excited too. I know
that fourteen is a little young to start being sexually active. I
doubt if there will be much difference in my mind or body a year
or two from now though. I'm almost fully grown. I think my body
is ready. And I bet that a lot of girls in our class aren't
virgins anymore."

We had to change the subject then. We were running into other
kids on their way to school. I noticed that since our kinky
sexual activities had become such an important part of our lives
we didn't talk as much about the more mundane topics that used to
occupy us. We didn't gossip about the other kids as much or talk
about our schoolwork or our parents. Not quite as much anyway.

As we neared school we were walking close together and talking
quietly when Danny came up behind us and put an arm around each
of our shoulders and wedged himself between us. Danny was in the
eighth grade with us and we had gone to school with him since the
first grade. We knew him but we only had one class with him this
year and we didn't hang out him or his friends. He smiled and
quietly said, "Brian called me last night with the good news. I
hear I'm going to get to fuck you Sara. That's hot. The two
prettiest girls in school and I get to fuck them both."

I smiled sweetly at him and said, "Danny! I didn't know you
cared! If you wanted to fuck me, how come you never asked?"

He grinned and said, "I did once, remember? You said your mother
wouldn't let you."

I chuckled and replied, "No. You asked me for a date. My mother
doesn't let me date. You never asked me for a fuck."

He laughed and said, "You should have told me that I was asking
the wrong question when I asked you for a date."

I smiled and said, "But Danny, that wouldn't be playing the
game!"

He leaned over and said, "It's a new game now. Any day now I am
going to see you naked. I am going to touch you and I'm going to
taste you and I am going to fuck you. I can't fucking wait!"

In a sweet, innocent voice I asked, "Are you a good fuck Danny?"

He wasn't expecting that question I guess. He paused and said,
"You're the first person to ask! I guess I'm getting better. I'm
enjoying the lessons."

Stacy leaned forward and I looked at her. She smiled and said,
"He isn't bad Sara. He has a nice cock for a kid and he is very
enthusiastic. I've fucked him several times and I don't mind. At
least with him you aren't just a piece of ass. He likes the whole
package. He is better when he has calmed down a little. I think
you'll enjoy him."

Danny seemed stunned at her endorsement. He didn't even have the
presence of mind to make one of his standard smart-ass comments.
He said, "Thank you Stacy."

She said, "You're welcome, now get your clammy hands off of us
and go to school."

He put his arms down and said, "I really do think you are the two
hottest girls in school."

I stopped walking and turned to face him and he wasn't just
screwing around. I leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the
lips and said, "Thank you Danny. I think you are pretty nice
too."

I fought the impulse to laugh when he blushed. I said, "I'm
looking forward to it too Danny."

I turned and Stacy and I continued on. Danny stood stunned for a
moment before wandering off. 

Stacy waited until we were away from him and said, "He really
isn't that bad, once he calms down. He's cute and he's nice and
he has a nice cock."

I laughed quietly and responded, "Our conversations the last
couple of days have gotten really bizarre."

She replied, "Our lives have gotten bizarre."

We went to our lockers and got ready for our first class. I
struggled to get through another day of school when my whole life
was focused on a split second moment that was going to occur
shortly after school got out this afternoon, that moment when a
cock was going to tear through that thin membrane inside my
vagina and my whole life was changed forever.

At lunch we were quiet. I asked for some reassurance from Stacy
that it wouldn't be so bad and she smiled and said, "It really
isn't. The problem is that society places so much importance on
that tiny little thing. That is all you have been thinking about
all day. If you just relax and forget about it then it's no big
deal. What you did yesterday was harder. Taking that pervert's
cock into your throat was much harder than losing your virginity.
There is a little pinch and it's all over. As long as you aren't
all caught up in that 'Oh god, I'm a ruined woman' crap it really
is no big deal."

She paused and said, "I was glad to be rid of it. Now it seems
that you are not the girl that I thought you were all these
years. I think that you will be glad to be rid of it too. But
there is a down side."

I looked at her questioningly.

She smiled and said, "After Mr. Todd is through with you, Brian
has permission to fuck you any time he wants. I think that is to
make up for the nasty things he makes Brian do. He knows that
Brian hates it."

I was too embarrassed to admit it to Stacy but I wasn't sure that
was a bad thing. It's kind of weird because I don't like Brian.
But the idea of being made available to a boy that way kind of
turned me on.

I changed the subject rather than comment on that. "Doesn't it
seem strange to call the man that takes your virginity and is in
charge of your sex life mister?"

She shrugged and replied, "It isn't like we're lovers. Hell, I
don't think any of us even like him. We are all doing it for the
money. And I don't think anyone knows his first name."

I asked, "Did you ever think you would be a whore?"

She shook her head and said, "I don't think I ever really
connected the word with the actual idea of doing it. I know that
what we do fits the definition. But I don't think of myself as a
whore. I'm more of a sex slave with an allowance. I would hate
for my friends or my parents to find out what I'm doing. But it
isn't like we are street walkers or call girls. I think it is
best not to think about what we do too much. Not if you have a
conscience that nags. That is apparently not a problem for me. I
like a lot of what I do there. Not all of it of course, but I had
a very good time yesterday."

I smiled and said, "I did too. You are a pretty good fuck
Stace!"

She smiled sweetly and said, "Cunt! All this time I thought you
were such a fucking stick! I thought that if you went to that
house you would end up a brain dead basket case. Well, I was half
right, but you certainly aren't a basket case."

I smiled and said, "I love you too."

The bell rang then and after we stood up and got ready to go in
for our last two classes she said, quietly and sincerely, "I love
you too Sara. I hope you don't change."

I turned to look at her and she got embarrassed when she saw the
love in my face. She blushed and said, "Stop looking at me like
that! Everyone is going to think we are a couple of lezzies."

I laughed and said, "Just because I'd eat your cunt, don't think
I'm going to marry your skanky ass, bitch!"

She put her arm through mine and we walked back to class. As we
walked she quietly replied, "I'm too young to get married."

Stacy had managed to make me a little less nervous about what was
going to happen this afternoon. But it was still a momentous
moment for me and once more I had a terrible time concentrating
in class. But at least today I didn't get so carried away in
history class that I all but masturbated.

When school was out we started walking to Mountain Street. We
were quiet until the crowd thinned out. She could see that I was
nervous. She smiled and said, "You're going to be okay Sara. Keep
reminding yourself that it's just sex. If that doesn't work, keep
reminding yourself why you are kidding yourself into thinking you
are doing it, for the money."

I replied indignantly, "What do you mean? You know why I'm doing
this!"

She smiled and said, "I know why you are doing this. I also know
what you are trying to make yourself believe is the reason you
are doing this. I'll give you credit for wanting to help your
mom. But you aren't kidding me any longer slut. I was there
yesterday. I saw you cut loose. I saw how pissed you were when
you didn't get fucked. I saw you take that bastard's fat cock
into your throat without being forced. You were pure slut once
the door closed and you were in that house to have sex. You get
off on being a sex slave and being told what to do. And I know
that you can't stand Brian, but you can't wait until he rapes
your horny ass."

She took a deep breath and said, "I thought I knew you before. I
was wrong. But I know you now because you are just like me. Isn't
it weird that since yesterday I feel closer to you than I ever
have? Now we REALLY have no secrets from each other. I even know
what your cunt tastes like. I doubt if a lot of our friends can
say that about their best friends."

I reached out and squeezed her hand and said, "Don't take this
the wrong way Stace, but I love you. And I love eating your cunt,
slut."

We were about to turn onto Mountain Street when I asked, "Do you
have to go home right away?"

She shook her head.

I asked, "Would you mind waiting for me at my house? I don't know
what's going to happen or how long it's going to take. But when I
leave here I know that I am going to want to talk to you."

She smiled and said, "I would be happy to. That way I don't have
to worry about Brian barging into my room and ordering me to suck
his cock when he gets home. He's getting to be a real pain in the
ass."

I gave her my key and she took my book bag and kept walking. I
turned and walked through the gate and went to Mr. Todd's door.

I knocked lightly and stood there with my heart in my throat. The
moment was finally here. This was not the way that I had imagined
I would lose my virginity. I was scared. But I was also excited.

The door opened and I was surprised to see Brian standing there.
He stepped back and let me in. As I brushed past him he said,
"Are you excited, cunt? After this your ass is mine any time I
want it."

I ignored him and went over to stand in front of Mr. Todd. He
smiled up at me and asked, "Answer the question Sara. Are you
excited?"

I quietly replied, "I'm scared. But yes, I'm excited."

He said, "Good. We aren't going to start until three-thirty. Sit
down in Brian's lap and let him warm you up a little."

Brian had taken a seat at the other end of the couch and I went
over and sat on his lap. His hands instantly moved to my body.
One of them cupped my breast and the other slid up my thigh and
began to rub the crotch of my underwear. 

While Brian groped me, Mr. Todd said, "I'm not going to pop your
cherry Sara. Another man is going to do that. He is driving all
the way from the other side of the state just to fuck you. After
he fucks you another man gets a shot at you. Then I get to go
third. Brian is going to be holding the camera and the entire
event is going to be broadcast on the internet to a thoroughly
screened private audience who have paid for the privilege of
watching a fourteen year old beauty lose her virginity. In
exchanged for his services I suppose that it is only fair that he
gets to fuck you too. So four men, or three men and a boy, are
going to fuck you this afternoon. Several thousand are going to
be watching. How do you feel about that?"

I didn't know what to say! I thought I was going to come here and
Mr. Todd was going to fuck me. Then I would go home and talk to
Stacy about it. This was a little overwhelming.

I finally said, "I don't know what to say. I wasn't expecting any
of that. I guess it's kind of scary. But I'll do what I'm told."

I didn't think much of Brian's skills as a lover. He was rough
and much of what he was doing with his hands was bordering on
painful. But I had to admit that I was getting turned on. I
couldn't help it. I was getting felt up by a boy. I was listening
to the schedule and finding out that I was going to be fucked
while thousands of horny men watched and enjoyed the show. As
horrifying as that sounds I was getting excited as the time
neared.

Mr. Todd smiled and said, "That's what I wanted to hear. You'll
do just fine. When the man who is going to fuck you gets here I
want you to answer the door. The nervous look that's on your face
right now is just what he'll want to see."

As if on cue there was a knock on the door just then. Brian
pushed me out of his lap and I went to the door and opened it.

There were two men in casual clothes standing there and when they
saw me their faces lit up. The taller of the men smiled and said,
"Lovely! You are even prettier than your pictures!"

I stepped back and opened the door and shuddered when I realized
that Mr. Todd must have posted my pictures on the internet. I
also realized where he was getting the money to pay us kids. He
was taking money from men who saw us on the internet and wanted
to come and fuck us. He was probably charging them to watch the
live broadcast of these men fucking me today too. 

The men stepped inside but they stayed by the door and watched me
as I closed it and waited for them to enter the living room. The
taller of the two men put his arm around my shoulder and asked,
"Are you nervous Sara?"

I shivered and quietly responded, "Yes sir. I was nervous anyway.
But this is all a bit much. I wasn't expecting people to drive
from all over and I wasn't aware that there was going to be a
large audience. It's all pretty scary."

He leaned down and whispered, "I'm nervous too. I've never fucked
a virgin and I've never fucked a girl with an audience. But when
I saw your picture on the internet I knew I had to have you. You
are beautiful and sexy and I couldn't pass this chance up. I'll
try not to hurt you though. Okay?"

I nodded and said, "Thank you sir."

Mr. Todd came over to where we were standing and shook hands with
the man that was about to fuck me. They talked for a couple of
minutes but it was almost time for the broadcast to start. 

Mr. Todd said, "I have to go in the back and make sure everything
is hooked up and working. That blanket in the middle of the room
is where this is going to happen. The boy there is Brian, the
cameraman. I'll be right out."

He left and we went into the living room. Brian had the large
camera resting on his shoulder. It was a huge, professional
looking camera with cables coming out of it and running through
the room and into the back of the house, to his computer I
suppose.

While he was gone from the room the man who was going to fuck me
moved his hand up and down my back gently. He spoke soothingly as
his hand caressed my back. He said, "My name is Stan. I'm
thirty-four, married and I have a daughter your age. She is
constantly driving me crazy. I am afraid that while I am fucking
you today I am going to be fucking her in my mind. I hope that
doesn't upset you."

I didn't give a fuck! Shit! It wasn't like we had been out on a
date and I was going to have sex with him because I liked him. He
bought my ass!

I shook my head and said, "I don't mind."

He smiled and said, "The man with me is my business partner,
Terry. We pooled our money to pay for the opportunity to be your
first, and second as it turns out. It was expensive, but I know
it will be worth it."

I glanced back and saw that Mr. Todd was still out of the room. I
whispered, "Can I ask how much you paid? I'm just curious."

He whispered back, "The high bid was three thousand and before it
could go any higher, Terry and I talked it over and sent in a
joint bid of six thousand, with the stipulation that we both got
to fuck you. No one else put in a bid."

I thought to myself, "I'm going to have to have a talk with Mr.
Todd. I'm the one getting fucked. I'm going to want more than a
hundred dollars if he is getting that much from these two guys
plus whatever he makes from the internet broadcast."

Mr. Todd came back into the room and asked, "Is everyone ready?"

I glanced at the small clock on the table and saw that we had a
couple more minutes and I nervously said, "Mr. Todd, I think we
need to talk."

He gave me a curious look and I quietly continued, "I don't think
our deal is entirely fair."

He saw where this was going and smiled. He said, "You are right
Sara. And I am willing to increase your payment. I will give you
a thousand dollars. But I am also going to punish you for
questioning me. Does that sound fair?"

I nervously answered, "No, but I accept. I need the money."

Then it was time to start.

Bryan started looking through the viewfinder and Mr. Todd nodded
and said, "Go!"

Mr. Todd and Terry moved out of the way and Stan took me into his
arms. He started kissing me and his hands began to move over my
body. He was a good kisser and much to my surprise I started
getting into it. I was aware of Brian and the camera but I found
that the idea that of thousands of men out there that didn't know
me watching and getting excited, maybe even playing with
themselves while they watched, that was really turning me on. 

I forgot all about what Mr. Todd said about punishing me.

After a few minutes of making out, Stan turned me to face the
camera and ordered me to undress. He stepped out of the shot and
watched while he took his clothes off too.

I was nervous but I noticed the large bulge in the front of
Brian's pants and for some reason that amused me and calmed me
down a little. I loved it that he was so turned on. On the other
hand, I also think that I was more embarrassed to be undressing
in front of him than anyone else. I can't explain it. I guess it
was just because I knew Brian.

I quickly unbuttoned the buttons on the front of my dress and
slipped it off. I tossed it into a nearby chair and reached
behind my back to struggle with the clasp on my bra. I guess I
wasn't as calm as I thought. My fingers were shaking and I took a
long time to unhook it. I let it slide down my arms and I felt
the cool room air on my tits as the cups fell away. 

My nipples were already pretty hard from the situation and from
the attention that Stan had paid to them earlier, but when the
cool air came into contact with them they became hard as pebbles.


I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I kicked my
sandals off and then I took a deep breath and slid my underwear
down off of my hips and down my legs. 

Now I was naked in front of three men, Brian, and thousands of
men watching on the internet. It was just as scary as I thought
it would be.

I glanced over at Stan. He was naked now too. He had a nice
slender body, not too hairy, and a nice hard cock that didn't
look scary big. It looked like it might be a little over six
inches long and it wasn't overly thick. It was smooth and, I
don't know, youthful looking? I liked the way it looked.

He stepped back onto the blanket with me and his hands explored
my body for a moment before he said, "I want you to suck my cock
for just a minute. I saw those pictures of you with that big, fat
cock in your throat and I have to see what that feels like."

I smiled nervously and went to my knees in front of him. Brian
came in for a close up as I kissed and then licked Stan's cock.
He had to drive for a couple of hours to get here but he smelled
clean. That was important to me, not that I could have refused
him if he had stunk up the room.

I took his cock in my mouth and as soon as my lips closed around
it and my tongue began to caress it I experienced again the
excitement I had felt yesterday. I was amazed at how much I liked
sucking cocks. I was curious about that. I am pretty sure that
most girls don't feel that way. I wonder why I do.

I remembered the advice that Stacy had given me yesterday and in
no time at all I had Stan's cock in my throat. It was much easier
than it had been with Mr. Todd yesterday. I had no trouble at all
breathing with his cock in my throat. I sucked him like that for
a couple of minutes and I was actually disappointed when he
pulled his cock out of my mouth. 

I looked up at him and he was smiling down at me. He said, "Damn
girl! If I hadn't paid so much to bust your cherry I'd sure love
to finish that. That was the best head I ever had! That can't
have been the first time you did it in those pictures from
yesterday!"

I smiled and said, "Yes sir. I never even saw a cock before
yesterday afternoon. Honest!"

He shook his head and said, "Fuck me! I need to send my wife over
here some day so you can give her lessons. She's been doing it
for decades and she can't suck cock worth a shit!"

I giggled and said, "I wouldn't mind."

He smiled back and said, "Okay girl, lie down on your back and
spread your legs. The camera has to get another shot of your
hymen for the perverts out there. They need to know that they are
actually seeing a girl lose her virginity. So spread your pussy
open like you did in those pictures."

Brian got down between my legs with that huge camera and I
nervously spread my legs and started to pull my pussy open as far
as I could with my fingers.

I saw Mr. Todd standing off camera with a flashlight. He shined
it right up inside of me and after Brian got a good, long,
detailed picture of my insides he got back on his feet and Stan
took his place between my legs.

I took my hands away and Stan leaned down and kissed and licked
my pussy for a few minutes. I had been pretty highly stimulated
anyway and when his hot, wet tongue moved through my slit my ass
came up off of the blanket and I cried out and had an instant
orgasm.

He ate me to two more orgasms before he climbed up over me and
said, "Put your hand around my cock and guide it into your pussy
Sara. I am dying to feel your hot cunt around my cock."

I reached down and gripped his cock and moved the head of it up
and down my wet slit until I found the opening. He pushed it into
me very slowly until just the head was inside of me.

I moaned in pleasure and almost came again just from the idea
that finally I had a man's cock inside of me. He pushed it in
just a little bit at a time and while he entered me we stared
into each other's eyes. It was very sexy.

I winced when the head of his cock touched my hymen. It hadn't
actually hurt though. I was just nervous.

He pulled back and started slowly fucking a couple of inches of
his cock into me, stopping each time before he touched my hymen.
I loved the feeling of fullness as his cock stretched my pussy
open. It was very exciting and I was starting to get frustrated
that he was teasing me like this. I was ready and then some!

I lifted my head up and kissed his chest and my hands teased his
nipples as if working independently of my brain. He moaned in
pleasure as I started losing control under him and finally I
started going a little nuts. I started pleading with him to do
it. I begged him to fuck me and get it over with. 

He whispered back, asking me if I was ready and if I was certain
that this was what I wanted. He was taunting me and I was getting
frantic. I put my arms around his back and tried to pull him down
on top of me but he ignored my efforts until finally I screamed,
"GOD DAMN YOU!! FUCK ME! I NEED YOUR COCK INSIDE OF ME! FUCK ME
GOD DAMN IT!!"

And he did. I didn't even realize at first that it had happened.
His cock was suddenly in me all the way and his pubic bone was
pressing against mine.

I screamed. Not in pain. I screamed in pleasure. I screamed in
ecstasy. I had never felt anything so fucking wonderful in my
life. I loved it! I loved his cock and I loved having his cock in
me. I felt so full, so stretched, so taken. I wanted this moment
to never end.

I didn't even realize at first that there had been no pain. Or at
least there had been no pain that I was aware of. If there had
been any it was more than overcome by the pleasure I had
experienced. 

He left his cock buried inside of me for a moment and when I
opened my eyes he was smiling down at me. I smiled back and he
whispered, "You are the hottest fucking slut I have ever seen in
my life! Give me your number when he isn't listening. I have to
see you again. I have to fuck you again. I can't go the rest of
my life without having you again."

I winked at him and then I said, "If you don't stop talking and
fuck me I'll never speak to you again."

He said, "Let me know if it hurts."

He started slowly moving his cock in and out of me and I moaned
in pleasure. It was wonderful! I started lifting my hips off of
the floor to meet his thrusts and I found myself muttering almost
constantly. I was telling him over and over how much I loved what
he was doing and that I never wanted it to end and begging him to
fuck me and never stop.

He fucked me with a nice regular rhythm for several minutes and I
started losing it. I lifted my head and started kissing his chest
again. Then I started licking the sweat from his chest and
kissing and sucking on his manly nipples. 

He seemed to like what I was doing, though I wasn't doing it for
him so much as I was doing it because I was all but out of
control and going crazy with lust under his body.

He started fucking me harder and faster and I started cumming and
screaming at him to fuck me harder over and over.

I must have cum a dozen times before he reached his arms around
me and his weight came down on top of my smaller body. His cock
began to pound into me and my arms went around him to keep him
just where he was. 

I was murmuring, "Fuck me," over and over and I was totally out
of control as he held me close and pounded his cock into me
furiously until finally his body stiffened and he groaned loudly.
I knew that for the first time in my life a man was cumming in my
pussy. The first of many times to come.

His sweaty body finally relaxed on top of me but I held him
tight. I didn't let him go. I loved the feeling of his body on
top of mine. He was heavy and I was having trouble breathing but
I loved it. I loved being taken by a big, strong man. I loved
being overpowered and I loved being fucked!

I covered his neck and his chest and his shoulders with
passionate little kisses until he lowered his face to mine and we
kissed for a long time. When he finally broke the kiss I said,
"Thank you Stan. That was wonderful!"

He smiled and lifted his weight off of me. He said, "I had my
first fuck when I was fifteen and I have been fucking ever since.
I have been fucking for nearly twenty years now. I have never
fucked a woman as exciting as you and I have never enjoyed a fuck
as much as I just enjoyed fucking you."

I pulled his head down. I turned it gently and kissed his ear.
Then I whispered my phone number into his ear.

He got up then and I looked down at his cock. There was a tiny
trace of blood around the base of his now soft cock. The only
sign that I was no longer a virgin, well, that and my sweaty,
highly aroused body.

As soon as Stan moved out of the way, Terry was there. Terry was
shorter than Stan. He was a little chubby. He was kind of cute
though. He hadn't talked to me when he came in and I didn't know
anything about him. I noticed that he had a wedding band on his
finger. I didn't care though.

His cock was nearly identical to the one that had just taken my
virginity. It was hard and the top of it was covered in the clear
lube that had been oozing out of the end while he watched his
partner take my virginity.

He smiled down at me and asked, "Are you sore?"

I smiled back and shook my head. I held out my arms and said,
"I'm ready Terry. Fuck me. Or as they say in the old movies, take
me I'm yours."

He grinned and leaned down over me. He kissed me and then he
quietly said, "I wish I had been able to go first. I would sure
love to eat that sweet pussy of yours. That's the prettiest pussy
I ever saw. But I can't do it now. That would be too much like
sucking Stan's cock and I'd never live that down."

I smiled and said, "Maybe some other time. I'm sure that now that
I'm damaged goods he won't charge as much for me."

He kissed me again and whispered, "Oh sweetheart! You are
definitely not damaged goods. You are just about the hottest
little piece of ass I have ever seen in real life."

I reached down between us and teased his hard cock for a moment
before guiding it to my pussy. As he started to slowly push his
cock into me I asked, "Oh really? And who is hotter?"

He chuckled and answered, "Now that I think about it, no one I
can think of. I can't think of single centerfold in Playboy that
I would trade for you."

I thought that was a sweet lie and I smiled and said, "Good
answer. You're a fucking liar but it was a good answer."

He moaned in pleasure and said, "Sweetheart, I wasn't lying." 

Then he started concentrating on what he was here for. I was
quickly climbing back up onto my sexual high as the excitement of
getting fucked by yet another man, another cock, began to build.
As my next orgasm approached quickly I suddenly realized that all
joking aside, I loved this. I was a slut! 

That realization kind of set me free and I started going nuts
again. I put my arms around Terry's neck and began lifting my ass
up off of the rug. I ground my pussy against him and my cries of
passion got louder and louder until I was over the edge again. I
was sobbing and making noises that I didn't even recognize as
coming from me. And I was having one incredible orgasm after
another.

In only a few minutes I heard Terry moan and cry out, "Oh fuck!
No! Not yet!" 

But it was too late. He tensed up and soon there was a second
load of cum in my pussy.

I laughed, almost hysterically, and I don't even know why. I held
him close and whispered, "Damn I love that! Your cock feels so
good inside of me. I love fucking!"

His muscles unclenched and he lifted his weight off of me. He
smiled down at me and said, "That is probably why you are so damn
good at it."

He got up slowly and Mr. Todd was standing over me and staring
down at me. He smiled and said, "Jesus! You are the biggest
fucking slut I have ever seen. I think I love you! Now get up on
your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you
are."

I was afraid that he intended to fuck my ass and I knew I wasn't
ready for that, especially not with that fat cock of his. But he
got to his knees behind me and pushed down on my back. When I was
in the right position he gripped his cock and moved the head of
it through my slit a few times and then rammed it inside of my
pussy in one violent but very exciting stroke.

He grabbed my hips and held on tight while he fucked me fast and
violent, just like a couple of dogs. And I loved it! 

I saw Brian circling around us, getting a good shot of my tits
bouncing violently and then the look of lust on my face. He moved
back and got a close-up of Mr. Todd's fat cock pounding into my
pussy and then he stepped back and filmed us from the side as I
started losing control again. 

Just before I started to cum, Brian moved in front of me and the
camera was right in my face as I began to once more scream and
cry out in unbridled pleasure as orgasms ripped through my body
leaving me totally out of control. 

Mr. Todd just kept pounding into me and eventually I just dropped
my head onto my crossed arms on the floor and waited for it to
end. I was fucked out. It was several long minutes before he sped
up, becoming even more violent, and then deposited yet one more
load of hot male cum inside of me.

He left his cock inside of me for a long moment before he finally
pulled it free. He sat back on his heels and slapped my ass and
said, "Turn around bitch. Clean this mess up!"

I reacted without even thinking. I rose back up and turned
around. His slimy cock was right in my face. It looked
disgusting, but I thought back to yesterday and eating his cum
out of my best friend and I reasoned that this couldn't be as
gross as that had been. And I had enjoyed that!

I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth while Brian once
more came in for a close-up. I sucked Mr. Todd's cock clean and
then I licked his balls until all of our fluids were gone.

He patted me on the head when he was satisfied and he stood up.
He took the camera from Brian and said, "She's all yours kid."

Brian hesitated and asked, "Do I have to fuck her? Her cunts a
fucking mess! I'd rather have her suck me off."

Mr. Todd said, "I don't give a shit kid. She's all yours."

Brian found a dry place on the blanket and after pulling his
pants and shorts off he sat down and then stretched out on his
back. I didn't need to be told. I moved between his legs and
started licking his cock and balls. I don't know how long the sex
show had lasted but it had been long enough for Brian's cock and
balls to be covered in slime. He was a fucking mess.

But ours is not to reason why. I slowly licked him clean and then
I started sucking his cock, something I was starting to get very
good at very quickly, so good that he came almost immediately. I
could sense his disappointment that it was over so soon. I was
disappointed too.

I swallowed his cum and held his cock in my mouth for a minute
while he caught his breath. Then I started sucking again. His
cock never got soft and soon he was nearing orgasm for the second
time. I sucked on his cock eagerly and I heard the three men who
were watching making nasty but complimentary comments about my
cocksucking skills. I was honestly flattered.

I had only been sucking on his cock for five or six minutes the
second time around when he grabbed a handful of my hair and
lifted my head off of his cock just before he came. He held my
face in place and used his hand to finish himself off. His cum
shot out and I felt the hot streamers covering my face. 

His eyes were closed when he came. When his orgasm had passed he
lifted his head and looked at his handiwork and said, "Perfect!
Suck my cock clean, bitch. And leave that cum on your face. I
like the way it looks."

I stayed on my knees and waited for someone to tell me what to
do. I felt the three streamers of cum cooling on my face. He had
missed my eyes but one of the trails of cum spanned my lips and I
used my tongue to lick them clean. I saw Mr. Todd put the camera
down and he said, "That's it men, shows over. That was hot. I'll
send you the DVDs when they are ready."

He finally told me to get up and I struggle to my feet. I was
surprised at how tired I was. When I was lost in the throes of
passion I hadn't been so aware of it. I asked for permission to
go to the bathroom and clean up. Instead, he got his digital
camera out and took some shots of my nasty body, especially my
pussy and my thighs which were covered in cum, and he said, "Put
your panties on."

I went over to the chair where my clothes had ended up and pulled
my panties on over all of that cum. As I pulled them up and into
place he took pictures as fast as he could push the button.

He took some pictures of me in my panties and the dampness
soaking through. Then he said, "Alright, get dressed now."

They were all watching me put my clothes back on. When I was
dressed, Mr. Todd handed me a wad of cash and said, "Okay, you
can go now. Leave the cum on your face until you get to your
house. You can have tomorrow off. I want you back here on
Monday."

I asked, "Can I get a copy of that DVD?"

He was amused at that. He said, "Sure, I guess I can spare one.
Will there be anything else, your majesty?"

I guess he was still mad because I hit him up for more money.

I said, "Yes sir, I'd like to see the web site where you are
posting those pictures. I'm curious."

He picked up his pad and wrote out the web address and a password
I could use to get in. I thanked him and started to leave. Then I
turned back and said, "I'm sorry sir. I have one more request.
Stacy is waiting for me at my house. Can I have her hundred
dollars?"

He reached into his pocket and peeled off two fifties and said,
"Are you leaving now or are you moving in?"

I smiled and said, "Thank you sir." 

I turned and headed for the door. I knew that it was inevitable
that at some point between here and the two blocks to my house
someone was going to see me like this. But I was determined to
leave those streamers of cum on my face. Those were my orders.

I was half way to the gate when the door opened behind me. I
turned to see Stan hurrying to catch up to me. I stopped to see
what he wanted and he said, "You are something special Sara. Do
you mind if I call you?"

I smiled and said, "I gave you my number."

He said, "You were worth every penny. But next time I'd rather
give the money directly to you. Don't tell Todd though."

I smiled and said, "Deal!"

He took my hand and shook it and I felt him press something into
it. He smiled and said, "A little something extra for you. Take
care of yourself."

I thanked him and left then. As I was closing the gate behind me
I glanced down and saw that he had pressed more money into my
hand. I was afraid to look to see how much it was until I was out
of sight of the house.

I went down to the end of the street and then turned toward my
house. When I was sure that I was out of sight of the house I
counted the money that Stan had put in my hand. It was five
hundred dollars! I almost screamed in excitement.

I started to put it with the wad of money that Mr. Todd had given
me. Before I could combine the money I realized that he had given
me more than a thousand dollars. I noticed a post-it note stuck
to the top bill when I unfolded the money. It said, "You were
pretty fucking hot! Here's a little extra, you earned it. But you
are still going to be punished. I like punishing my bitches."

I counted out the wad of cash and there were fifteen crisp one
hundred dollar bills. He had paid me fifteen hundred dollars for
two hours of sex! Fuck! Maybe I should move in with him!

I was walking down my street in a daze when I passed the two
brothers that lived two doors down from me. Dale had just turned
fourteen and Kevin had recently turned thirteen. They said hi as
we passed each other and then I heard them stop. 

They hurriedly caught up with me and came to a stop in front of
me. I suddenly remembered that I had three thick ropes of cum
across my face and dripping down onto my dress.

Dale exclaimed, "Sara!" 

He sniffed and said, "Sara, are you alright? Did you get raped?"

I saw the concern in their faces and I was touched by it. We
weren't all that close but they had lived two doors down for a
couple of years and we saw each other all the time. 

I responded, "No Dale. I'm fine. Thanks for being concerned
though."

I started to move around them but he asked, "I don't get it Sara.
Why do you have cum on your face?"

I wasn't sure what to say. But then I had an idea. I said, "I
can't tell you right now. But if you keep this quiet and come and
see me tomorrow after school I'll try to explain. Okay?"

Dale and Kevin looked at each other and then turned back to me
and shrugged. Dale said, "I guess. Are you sure you're alright?"

I nodded and thanked him for caring. Then I hurried the rest of
the way down the block to my house. I had one close call when
Mrs. Livingston walked out of her house to check the mail but I
hid behind a tree until she went back inside. After that I made a
beeline for the house and got inside before anyone else saw me.

Stacy was watching television in the living room. She jumped up
when she saw me. She chuckled and said, "I see that you had to
give Brian a blowjob."

I smiled and asked, "You mean this is his trademark? Or is he
just marking his territory?"

She laughed and said, "A little of both I guess."

I handed her the money that Mr. Todd had given me for her and
said, "I am going to have to take a quick shower. I'll be right
out."

I hurried to my room and hid my two thousand dollars with the
forty that I had been given yesterday. Christ! Two thousand
dollars! That was almost half a year's pay for my mother!

 I undressed and left my clothes on the floor. I was going to
have to wash them before my mother got home.

I ran to the bathroom in the nude and stepped under the hot
water. I started to wash my hair and after I rinsed the first
time I felt Stacy behind me. She put her arms around me and took
the shampoo from my hands. She said, "Let me."

I relaxed and let her wash my hair and then massage in some
conditioner.

While the conditioner soaked in she picked up my body wash and
gently soaped up my entire body, paying particular attention to
the area between my legs. She was gentle, fearing I suppose that
I was in pain. But I wasn't and it felt very nice. 

When she was done she helped me rinse off and rinsed my hair.
Then I took great pleasure in returning the favor.

I washed her hair and then, after I put the conditioner in, I
reached around her and lovingly washed her front. I loved the way
my soapy hands slid over her perfect tits, and apparently so did
she. She leaned back against me and moaned in pleasure as I
washed and then rinsed her body. 

Once the soap was gone I kissed and licked her slender, sexy neck
and said, "Jesus Stace! It was fucking fantastic! I wish you had
been there."

She chuckled and said, "Girl! I can't be there every time you get
laid."

I sighed and said, "You could if it was up to me."

We rinsed off again and then I shut the water off. I reached into
the cabinet and handed her a clean towel and we dried off while
standing face to face on the small bath mat and staring into each
other's eyes.

After we were dry I brushed my teeth and then we went to my room
and I loaned her a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. We got dressed
and went out to the kitchen. I got us both a glass of the house
specialty, ice water. Then we went into the living room. We sat
on the couch and she pulled me over onto my back with my head in
her lap and said, "I want to hear every detail."

I told her every detail that I could remember, including what I
knew of the amount of money he was making off of us. She had been
aware that he was making money from letting men fuck us and watch
us on the internet, but like me she was shocked at the amount.
And we still had no idea how much he was making from the internet
site.

As I told her all about my afternoon, one of her hands moved
gently over my face and hair while the other cupped and caressed
my tit. After a few minutes she worked my t-shirt up over my tits
and toyed with my soft flesh and my hard nipple as I told her
every detail of my little gangbang. 

I remembered nearly everything about my first fuck and she was as
amazed as I was when I described it and told her how wonderful it
had been. But then I told her how much money I had left there
with.

Her hands stopped moving and she whispered, "You're shitting me!
You fucking cunt! You made two thousand dollars today?!"

I assured her that I had and then I asked, "He said I'm going to
be punished for asking for more money. What does he do to punish
us?"

She stopped what she was doing and said, "Sit up," in a voice
that was suddenly very serious, very concerned. 

I didn't want to hear that.

I sat up and pulled my shirt down over my tits. The look on her
face was not reassuring. She stared at me for a long moment and
said, "I don't know what he does. Was he really mad?"

I shrugged and said, "I don't know. He didn't seem to be. His
voice was perfectly calm when he said that he was going to punish
me. Why?"

Stacy looked very concerned and it was scaring me. She finally
said, "He punished Sharon once. She threw up after he came in her
mouth the first time. Nobody saw her for a week after that. She
was real quiet when she started showing up again and she still
refuses to talk about it. Whatever he did it changed her."

I didn't like the sound of that.

I decided to change the subject. I said, "He gave me the website
where he is posting our pictures. I want to see it. Do you know
anyone that has internet access that you trust? I don't think
it's a good idea to check it out at the library."

She smiled and said, "I know someone. But he won't do it for
free. He probably already goes to that site though. He lives one
block over from me and he came to one of Mr. Todd's parties to
fuck me. So he must have found the site and offered to pay to
fuck me. I'll ask him."

I shuddered and said, "It never occurred to me that someone in
this town would be seeing those pictures! It must really suck
that someone you know saw them!"

"I didn't know him," she said. "He just saw me around and
recognized me. He didn't even know where I lived. But yeah, it
was kinda creepy."

I asked, "Are you going to Mr. Todd's house tomorrow? He gave me
the day off."

She shook her head and said, "I don't have to go back until
Monday."

I smiled and said, "Me too!" Then I asked, "Would you mind going
to the drug store with me after school tomorrow? I am kind of
nervous about that. I've never gotten a prescription for anything
before, much less birth control pills."

She smiled and said, "There's nothing to it. I'll be happy go
with you."

I had one more question. "I passed Dale and Kevin on the way
home. They saw the cum on my face. I told them that I would tell
them about it tomorrow. I didn't know what to tell them. I was
wondering what you thought of asking them if they wanted to go to
work for Mr. Todd. They are nice kids. Kevin is only thirteen but
he is big for his age."

She didn't seem too fond of the idea. She said, "I don't know. I
don't know if he wants more boys. You better check with him
first. I don't know him very well. Don't forget, I've only been
going there for three weeks."

I had forgotten. She was so helpful to me and such a comfort that
I had to keep reminding myself that she was new at this too.

We went back to my room so that she could change back into her
school clothes. While I sat and watched her get dressed she said,
"You know, I've been going there for three weeks and I've only
made just a little under twelve hundred dollars. I was pretty
proud of myself. I can't believe how much money you made today!"

I asked, "Are you upset with me?"

She grinned and said, "Hell no. I'm a little jealous. But I
understand. I loved fucking you too."

I laughed and said, "I'll give you some of the money they gave me
Stace."

She looked up at me and saw that I was serious. She was all
dressed except for her blouse. She put her blouse down and walked
over and pulled me to my feet. She took me in her arms and
squeezed me so hard I could hardly breathe. She kissed me and
said, "I guess what they say about blondes is true. You dumb
cunt! I'm happy for you! Stop talking like retard. If I get mad
at you I think you know me well enough to know that I'll let you
know."

I put my arms around her neck and said, "I love you Stace. You're
the best friend ever."

She pulled away and pushed me back down on my bed. I watched her
put her blouse on. As I walked her to the front door I suddenly
remembered something. I said, "The guy that bought my virginity,
Stan. I gave him my phone number. He wants to call me. He said
that he wants to see me again but he doesn't see any reason why
Mr. Todd should get paid when he does. He is going to pay me. I
don't know how much but I'm sure it will be more than Mr. Todd
gives us. Would you be interested? I bet he would love to see us
put on a little show."

She gave me a funny look. Then she said, "Yeah, I'd be
interested. Just make sure that Mr. Todd doesn't find out. Even
you must see that going behind his back would piss him off. Be
careful."

I nodded and we kissed again before I held the door open for her.
I said, "See you in the morning."

As she started out I said, "I like the way we are now. I like
that we kiss. But what happens when we get boyfriends Stace? Will
we be jealous?"

She chuckled and said, "No boy is ever going to eat your pussy
like I can, bitch. You may fall in love and get married and live
a long, normal life. But we are always going to love each other.
I'm not worried."

I smiled and said, "I'm glad. See you tomorrow."

She left and I went in and started doing my homework. I had been
out of it at school for two days and I really had some catching
up to do.

It took me a couple of hours to read what I had missed in class
and do my homework. It was eight thirty when I finally packed up
my books. Then I had to figure out how to start giving money to
my mother and how much to give her without raising suspicion. It
was a hard decision because I wanted to give her enough to make a
difference but not so much that it was totally implausible that I
had made it selling magazines.

I went to my room and got in bed. Then I swore and got up and got
my phone out of my book bag and put it on the charger. I got back
in bed and then I remembered that I hadn't eaten anything since
lunch. I couldn't stand the thought of another sandwich though so
I said the hell with it and tried to go to sleep. 

The problem wasn't that I was hungry. The problem was that my
mind kept replaying the day's events. It had all been exciting.
But that first fuck with Stan, I couldn't wait to see the DVD of
that. I doubt if anything in my life will ever be as wonderful as
that first fuck. I love Stacy and the first time with her had
been great. I couldn't wait to do it again. But that first
fuck...that was the perfect sexual experience. I didn't think
there was any way that he could top that the next time I saw
him.

I think that I had probably been asleep for a little over an hour
when I heard something. Being alone in the house so much I had
become a pretty light sleeper. I woke up and heard my mom asking,
"Sara, are you awake?"

I turned my head and saw her in my bedroom door. I sat up and
asked, "What's wrong mom?"

She came in and sat on the side of my bed. She said, "I'm sorry I
woke you. I just had to tell you what happened today."

She sounded excited and after the way I found her after work
yesterday, just knowing she was feeling excited was enough to
wake me up.

I turned my light on and I couldn't believe it when I saw her
face. She looked years younger than she had when she came home
yesterday. 

She took me in her arms and held me tight and in a voice
overflowing with happiness she said, "It's over baby. This
scrimping on food and going without. Living a life of
hopelessness and despair, it's all over."

I said, "Hot damn! You've become a hit woman for the mob! We're
gonna be rich!"

She sat back and shook me and said, "Smart ass! You're partly
right. I won't be working at Wal-mart anymore. I start a new job
in two weeks. A steady job with normal hours and paid vacations
and a health plan. They even have a retirement plan! We won't be
rich but we can move out of here and we can get a decent car and
you can have a computer. We can call up and order a pizza once in
a while. We can live like normal people!"

She saw the look on my face and she stopped talking. 

She said, "Baby! What's wrong? That's good news!"

I suddenly realized that I was crying. I threw my arms around her
and hugged her and said, "That's great mom. I know how much you
hated working there."

She pushed me away and held me at arm's length and stared at my
face. 

She couldn't understand. I was afraid that when she heard what I
was thinking she would think I was being a silly little girl. 

She said, "Sara, talk to me."

I looked down at my hands and the tears were pouring from my
eyes. I whispered, "I don't want to move. I couldn't stand it if
I moved away from Stacy." 

I couldn't say anymore. I started bawling like a baby. She pulled
me close and hugged me and in a minute I realized that she was
laughing. 

I asked, "What? Why are you laughing?! Because I love my best
friend?"

She sat up and said, "Honey, it will be more than a year before
we can afford to find a decent place. I'm sure that by then Mr.
Weaver will have straightened out his disability and probably
gotten a bucketful of back pay. Maybe we could arrange to move
out of here and still live near your best friend. I know how much
you two mean to each other. We'll work something out. I
promise."

She handed me a tissue from the box on my nightstand. When I had
used it I took a deep breath and said, "Okay, tell me all about
it."

She said, "I applied for a great job a couple of months ago. It
was assistant manager of an upscale boutique at the mall. I
thought I had a lock on it. A friend of mine said that they
really liked me for the job. But the corporate office sent
someone down to fill the position and they had to accept her. It
turns out she was a drunk and a thief and they finally got rid of
her. They called me tonight and said that the job was mine if I
still wanted it."

"I start in two weeks. But I promise that I'll start saving
slowly. Maybe by the time we get enough money saved up to move
you will have gone away to college."

I laughed and said, "Oh yeah, the colleges will be lined up to
take me!"

She replied, "Honey, you aren't stupid. I know we make those dumb
blonde jokes too often. But you know you aren't dumb."

I smiled and said, "No, I don't think I'm dumb. But I'm not a
scholar either. I get passing grades by working my butt off. I
just don't learn well. We both know it and it's just the way I
am. I am not dyslexic. I don't have any disabilities. I'm just
not a good student. It is hard for me to memorize things. I don't
know why but we both know it is true. If you have been stashing
away a college fund for me then now is the time to get it out and
buy food. I'll go next door and wake up Mrs. Williams and call
for a pizza on her phone."

Mom laughed and said, "We'll talk about this later. I just wanted
you to know that things are going to change around here, and
soon."

I smiled and thought, "They already have!"

Mom kissed me and went to bed. I guess she didn't want a sandwich
either. Then I thought that now might be a good time to tell her
that I had some money. I got up and got a hundred dollars out of
my hidden stash. I went down the hall and knocked on her door.
She came and opened it a crack and peeked out. That was strange.
It wasn't like I never saw her naked.

I handed her a one hundred dollar bill through the crack and
started to return to my room. There was silence for a few seconds
and suddenly she cried out, "Where did you get this?!"

I turned back and the door to her room was wide open. She was
naked and I smiled, not at the shock on her face but at the big
black dildo that was lying in plain view on her bed.

I said, "I got paid today. I got a job selling magazines on
commission in the neighborhood. It doesn't pay much but I thought
it would help. That's two weeks commissions. I was going to
surprise you with a steak dinner tomorrow night when you got
home. But I guess it's better to let you handle the money."

She reached behind her door and grabbed her robe and pulled it
on. She closed her door and led me back to my room. Inside she
said, "Okay, let's talk. Tell me about this job."

I had clipped out the ad and I showed it to her. I had figured
out what I was going to tell her. I hated lying to her. But I
thought that for the next few weeks we could still use a little
extra money. After that I would keep my money to myself.

After she looked at the ad I explained, or should I say I lied
and said that we went out as a team, that we had adult
supervision at all times, that we never entered a home. I tried
to cover all the things that I thought would come to her mind to
scare her. I told her that I only worked a couple of hours a day
and that I was still getting all of my homework done and going to
bed early.

She didn't like it but I could see that she was happy to have the
money. Then she smiled and said, "I can't take your money. You
have had nothing all of your life. Here, take it and blow it. I
don't care if spend it all on candy."

I didn't take it of course. I hugged her and said, "I'm not that
fond of candy. I'd rather we went out for a good meal. I'm sick
to death of tuna fish and peanut butter. And a coke would be nice
now and then. No, I don't want it mom. You take it. I'll work
until you start your new job and then I'll quit. That was why I
took this stupid job, so you wouldn't worry so much."

She kissed me and said, "I love you Sara. You are the best
daughter a mother could have. Thank you. I promise to pay you
back, soon."

She started to leave and I asked, "What was that you said about a
computer?"

She smiled and said, "With my very first paycheck."

Just before I finally went to sleep I pictured that big, black
dildo on her bed. I wonder where she got that.

On Friday morning I got up quietly and put some money and my
prescription for birth control pills in my book bag and waited
outside for Stacy. I was too nervous and excited to eat my
cereal. 

We talked about my mom's new job all the way to school. She was
as horrified as I was at the possibility that I might move away
from her. She also noted the irony of my mother getting a new job
two days after I started selling my ass to help out with the
money.

I had to admit that, although that had been a consideration, I
wasn't doing it for the money. Stacy got a kick out me catching
my mom about to make use of that dildo we had been playing around
with.

I was better able to concentrate in class today. I was somewhat
surprised at myself. I hardly gave a thought to the fact that I
was no longer a virgin. It was really a matter of little
consequence once it was in the past. I had no regrets, only fond
memories. It had been a very exciting afternoon. 

When school let out in the afternoon we walked a couple of blocks
to the drug store. I was nervous about turning in my prescription
but the druggist looked it over and accepted it without comment.
No accusations, no recriminations, not even a dirty look for the
young whore getting birth control pills.

Stacy and I looked around the store for a while. It was the first
time I had ever been in a store with money to blow in my pocket
and I didn't buy a thing. Now that I had money the things that
were unaffordable two days ago were suddenly much less
desirable.

When the druggist called my name I picked up my pills and we
walked a block to a fast food restaurant. I had been craving a
big, fat, greasy cheeseburger and a coke for months. We placed
our order and sat outside and although I had eaten very little in
the last few days I could only eat half of the burger. I guess my
stomach was shrunk. Either that or my body had lost its tolerance
for greasy junk food.

We stopped at a shop that sold computers and looked around.
Neither one of us knew anything about them. We knew that having
one would make school work easier. But we realized that we
couldn't just walk in and buy a computer. We were going to have
to get some advice from a geek. We did manage to get some idea of
what a computer was going to cost though.

We left there and I stopped and bought a six pack of coke at a
convenience store. Then we walked home. We went out of our way to
avoid Mountain Street. We assumed that Mr. Todd would be busy
molesting one or more of the other kids and wouldn't see us going
past. But we didn't want to take any chances.

At my house I put the coke in the fridge and went into my room.
Stacy sat on my bed while I got undressed. I was about to put on
a pair of shorts and a t-shirt but as I started to pull the sorts
on she stopped me. She reached out and gently took the shorts
from me. I looked in her eyes and I smiled at what I saw there.
She wanted to play!

I did too. I said, "Let me take a shower first."

She stood up and said, "I liked the shower we took yesterday.
Let's do that again."

That sounded like a plan.

I helped her undress and we went to the bathroom. I turned on the
hot water in the tub and got out two clean towels. We spent the
next twenty minutes or so shampooing and rinsing and soaping and
getting better acquainted with each other's bodies.

After we dried off we hurried back to my room in the nude. As I
entered my room I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and I
screamed and stopped suddenly. Stacy ran into the back of me and
cried out, "What? What is it?!"

I realized that it was Brian. He was standing in front of my
dresser pawing through my underwear. I yelled, "God damn it
Brian! You scared the shit out of me. I may have to fuck you, but
god damn it you don't have the right to come into my house
without permission any time you fucking want. Don't you ever do
that again!"

He just stood there grinning and I went over and took a handful
of my underwear away from him and shoved it back in my dresser
and slammed the drawer. I was furious.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the throat and said,
"You stupid cunt! Don't you ever yell at me again! And whoever
gave you the idea that you could tell me what to do and what not
to do was lying to you, bitch. Now listen up. I brought a couple
of friends over and they are waiting for us out in the living
room. They don't know about Todd so keep your fucking mouth shut
and just do what you are told. Do you have any questions?"

I said, "I have to fuck you Brian. And I guess I have to fuck
your friends. But if you don't want to end up in the emergency
room having a bullet removed from your ass you had better not
ever come into my home uninvited again. And I don't need anyone's
permission to tell you that. I am not jerking you around you son
of a bitch."

He was pissed but I think he finally got the message. He took his
hand off of my throat and nodded his head in the direction of the
door. I followed Stacy out into the hallway and to the living
room. 

I didn't know who was going to be there. I wasn't real pleased
with who I saw out there. They were both a couple of the losers
that Brian hung out with. Walt was fifteen but I was pretty sure
that Jimmy was almost seventeen. I knew he had been held back at
least once. They were losers and bullies. They were the kind of
guys that I always avoided. 

When they saw us their eyes lit up and they sat there staring at
us with arrogant looks on their faces when we entered the room.

Brian pushed Stacy over to where they were sitting and said,
"This slut is all yours guys. I'm going to take a ride on Sara. I
haven't had a chance to fuck her yet."

I had just enough time to see them pull her down between them on
the couch and start pawing her before Brian turned me around and
started kissing me and groping me. 

I had been very excited when I got out of the shower a few
minutes ago. My pussy was still wet but the excitement was gone
now. I stood still and let him do what he wanted without
bothering to struggle. I knew it would be futile.

Brian groped me for a few moments before he stepped back and
started undressing rapidly. I waited for him to finish and tell
me what he wanted me to do next. When he was naked he turned me
so that I was facing Stacy and his two friends. He pushed me to
my knees and got down behind me. 

I felt his cock entering me and while he fucked me I watched
Jimmy force Stacy down between his legs. She struggled with his
pants for a minute and then she started sucking his cock.

Walt stood up and his gaze went back and forth between me and
Stacy as he undressed. I guess he was trying to decide who he
wanted to put his cock in. He chose Stacy and he got down behind
her and after he repositioned her he started working his cock
into her from behind.

Our little mini orgy lasted for a couple of hours. All three boys
fucked both of us and Stacy sucked off Jimmy and her brother.
Walt and Jimmy both got a kick out of watching Brian have sex
with his sister. He bragged about fucking her every day. Any time
he wanted. They offered their assistance whenever he needed it. 

When all three boys were sated they made Stacy and I put on a
little show for them. I was afraid that it would get them going
again but after they watched us eat each other to an orgasm they
got up and left without saying a word to us.

As soon as they left we took another shower. Then we went to my
room and cuddled on my bed. I held her close and whispered, "I'm
sorry Stace. That wasn't quite what I had in mind for the
afternoon."

She kissed me and said, "Why are you apologizing? It was my
asshole brother that ruined it."

I smiled and said, "I don't know. I just feel bad."

She grinned and said, "You have really changed lately. You are
growing quite a set of balls. I was surprised when you told him
off like that. I wanted to cheer you on but if I did I'd catch
hell later in my room. And the way you stood up to Mr. Todd! You
sure have changed in the last few days."

We just held each other for a while and enjoyed being close and
naked. I was trying not to think about it getting late. I didn't
want her to leave.

We had been lying together for fifteen minutes or so when Stacy
asked, "Have you been practicing with your mother's dildo?"

I shuddered as I pictured that big black thing on her bed last
night. It had been inside of her just last night! For some reason
the idea of putting it in my body so soon after it had been in
hers troubled me. 

It didn't trouble Stacy though. She chuckled and said, "I didn't
think so. Get up on your hands and knees, bitch. Assume the
position!"

I wanted to stop her. She didn't really give me a chance though.
She was out of bed and gone from my room before I could think of
a way to explain what I was feeling.

I sat up on the side of my bed. I intended to tell her that I
really didn't want to do this. But she wasn't taking no for an
answer. She came back in, sniffing the obscene thing as she
walked. She smiled and said, "We put it away clean the day before
yesterday. I smell pussy!"

Then she turned to me and said, "Come on Sara. It's for your own
good. Get up!"

I groaned in frustration, mostly at my inability to say no to
her. I got up and turned around and got on my hands and knees on
the bed. When I was ready Stacy said, "You really have a
beautiful ass Sara. I've never said that to another girl before.
Sometimes I look at you or I touch you and I really wish I had a
cock. You are so sexy!"

I wryly responded, "Yeah, and you'd make a great guy. Shut up and
fuck my ass."

She laughed and a moment later I felt her fingers, coated with
that cold lubricant, as they began to penetrate my tight little
asshole.

I grunted as they first entered me. I thought about that big
dildo and asked, "Stace is that thing going to fuck me up? I
don't want my butt all stretched out."

She assured me that my body was extremely elastic and that the
only effect would be that when Buster Butt, as the girls all
called him, finally got around to fucking my ass it wouldn't hurt
so much.

I guess I was all in favor of that. I put my head down and let
her work that greasy crap into my ass and then add more with two
fingers. Finally she started working the dildo into my ass again
and I did notice that it went in easier this time. It was still
very uncomfortable. But not as bad as the first time. 

She slowly worked it into me, deeper and deeper until once more
the big rubber balls were pressed into the crack of my ass. She
gave me a moment to adjust to being stretched like that and then
she started slowly fucking my ass with it. 

She had been doing that for a minute or two when I felt her free
hand reach under me and her fingers began to tickly my pussy. I
noticed an immediate difference. I no longer concentrated so much
on the pain and fear that I had to go to the bathroom.

I wouldn't go so far as to say that it became pleasant. But it
became a lot less unpleasant.

She kept fucking me with that damned thing for a good five
minutes. Just before she pulled it out she said, "There, that was
a lot easier this time. Wasn't it Sara?"

I hated to admit it but I guess she was right. I nodded and then
I said, "Yeah, a little I guess. Please take it out now. That's
enough for today."

She slowly pulled it out and I sighed in relief as it finally was
removed from my body. Stacy laughed and said, "Aw, come on! You
didn't even pant this time!"

She ordered me to stay where I was and she rushed out of the
room. I didn't know what she had in mind for me now. I also
didn't know why I was following her orders. But I did.

She was gone for several minutes and she came back in with the
dildo. She had just washed it off. She moved back over behind me
and I exclaimed, "Stacy! Not again!"

She explained, "I can't put it back like this Sara. It's clean.
Your mom used it last night and it was obvious. We need to put
some pussy juice back on this thing."

Before I could say a word she was working that thing into my
pussy from behind!

After she had it started she reached around and started tickling
my clit again. Now this was more interesting! I relaxed and
enjoyed it as she began to fuck me with that fat dildo. It was
larger than any cock I had yet experienced and I was a little
nervous. But it felt great. I knew that I was going to have to
find out how to get one of those.

She was probably getting pretty tired but she kept it up until I
reached orgasm. I think that there could be no doubt that Stacy
was one of my better fucks! Not as good as Stan maybe, but for
someone that didn't have a cock she was a damned good fuck.

She slowly pulled it out of me and set it on its end on my
nightstand.

I waited until I got my breath back and then I said, "Damn! That
was pretty fucking hot! We need to find out how to get one of
those."

I got up carefully and said, "Get comfortable. I'll be right
back. I have to clean all that grease off of my butt."

She sat down and I went and washed my butt off. I also wiped my
drooling pussy. Then I went back to my room and pushed Stacy over
on her back. I knelt on the floor between her legs and pushed
them apart. 

She moaned as my fingertips moved gently over her and she said,
"You know you don't have to do this."

I laughed and said, "You lying bitch! If I didn't do this now
you'd be pissed and you know it."

She laughed and said, "Yeah, I'm pretty fucking horny right
now."

I leaned down and started kissing and then licking all around her
pussy. I was fascinated by her sex. I loved that bright red bush
and the tight little slit that glistened with moisture. I loved
the way she reacted when I touched it, or when I tasted it. It
turned me on almost as much as it turned her on.

I kissed her for a long time and I blew gently against her moist
opening. Then said, "Stace, I love you." And then I demonstrated
just how much I loved her. I began licking and sucking and using
my fingers. I did everything that I knew she liked. I loved the
way her face and her neck and her chest turned dark red and her
body twitched uncontrollably. Her breathing became loud and
raspy. And those moans of pleasure affected me almost as much as
my tongue affected her.

Her hands grasped my hair and her thighs closed around my head.
She screamed loudly and had a massive orgasm. I wanted to keep
going but she gasped and pushed my head away. She shook her head
and begged me to stop. She said, "Please Sara, no more. I love
you. I love what you do to me. But I'm exhausted. That was
fantastic, but I can't do it again, not right away."

I giggled and said, "Serves you right! At least I'm not raping
your ass, bitch."

She sat up and pulled me up on top of her. She put her arms
around me and we kissed passionately. She stopped to lick my face
clean and once more I was aware of her breasts against my own. It
was such a sensuous feeling.

We kissed some more and then we just held each other for a few
minutes. Just before I rolled off of her I asked, "Do you like
that as much as I do? I mean the way your breasts feel against
mine? It's different when you're naked, isn't it?"

She answered, "Yeah, I noticed that. You don't notice it so much
when you hug another woman with your clothes on. But then, when
we do that it's normally your mom or someone like that. I never
paid much attention until the last few weeks."

She glanced at the clock and said, "I wish I could stay Sara. I
hate leaving you alone here."

She sighed and said, "Actually, lately I hate going home. Brian
is getting to be a real pain in the ass. But I love being with
you, now more than ever."

We were quiet for a second while she got up and started looking
around for her clothes. As she started dressing she said, "We
better find us a couple of boyfriends fast or we are going to
turn into lesbians. I can see where the guys are going to have a
tough time competing with you when it comes to making love."

I laughed and said, "My mom won't let me have a boyfriend. I
haven't asked her about a girlfriend. I guess she assumes that
isn't a problem."

When she was finished dressing she took the dildo and the
lubricant back into my mother's room and put them back the way
she had found them. I walked her to the door and told her that
I'd call her tomorrow. I didn't know what my mother had planned
but I wanted to spend a little time with her. I hardly ever got
to see her anymore.

Stacy understood. She gave me a hug and a big kiss and then she
left.

I started working on my homework. It went much easier tonight.
When I was half way through I decided to do something that I had
never done before. I went next door and asked my neighbor if I
could look something up in their phone book. Then I came home and
called out for a pizza on my cell phone. 

It had been more than a year since I had a pizza. As soon as I
hung up the phone my mouth started watering. I got the money from
my room and sat at the table. I worked on my homework until the
pizza arrived. 

The smell was driving me crazy. I slammed the door and rushed to
the kitchen and put a couple of pieces on a plate. I got a cold
coke out of the refrigerator and had a fucking feast! It was
almost as good as sex!

I gulped them both down and I couldn't help myself, I had to have
another. When I was finished I put the rest of the pizza in the
fridge for my mother and went back to my homework.

I had only been working for a few minutes when my cell phone
rang. I was afraid that it was Mr. Todd but it was Stan. 

I answered it and he apologized for calling so late. He asked if
I could talk and I told him that I could. He thanked me again for
the wonderful time that he had yesterday. He was very sweet and I
thanked him for making my first time so much fun. 

We talked for several minutes before he got around to what I knew
he really wanted. He asked when he could see me again. I told him
that I didn't know my after school schedule in advance and I
asked him if he could get away for a little while in the evening.


He said that was not a problem and I asked what he told his wife
when he went away for the evening like that. He sounded
embarrassed. He said, "If you see Terry again I would appreciate
it if you didn't say anything to him. My wife and I have been
separated for months and it looks like we are going to get
divorced. I don't want that getting out if I can help it. So in
answer to your question, getting away in the evening is easier
than during the day."

I said, "Well, I have to be honest, I would like to see you
again. I really enjoyed being with you. I shouldn't tell you
this, but my mom is working until midnight for at least the next
two weeks. I know it's a long drive for you, but if you want to
drive down and see me then just call and let me know you are
coming. As long as you are out of here before she gets home we
can enjoy some time together. It would be a good idea if you park
down the street and walk to my house though."

I gave him my address and we agreed to try for Tuesday. I didn't
know how long I would be at Mr. Todd's house after school on
Monday. And I didn't know if he was going to punish me as he had
promised. I might not be in any shape to entertain when he was
finished with me.

I gave him my address, though not without a little discomfort in
the back of my mind when I did it. We talked for a little longer
and said goodnight. I found that I was excited about the prospect
of spending some time alone with him. I should ask him when he
called again though. He might enjoy it if I invited Stacy over.
I'm pretty sure that she would like him.

I finally finished my homework and put my books up. I sat in my
room for a few minutes then. It was getting late but I sat there
and hated the silence for a while. I was so tired of being alone
every evening. I used to have the television on all the time but
it started getting on my nerves. I hardly ever watch it and it
was just noise. It didn't really make me feel any less alone.

I went to bed at ten but I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about
my mom's new job and the fact that I was finally going to get a
computer like everyone else in my fucking class except for Stacy.
But mostly I was wondering what my punishment was going to be and
if I would find out on Monday and I wondered too what it would be
like to have sex with Stan when it was just the two of us and we
didn't have the other three waiting their turn and Brian sending
our picture out on the internet.

It was after midnight when I realized what time it was and
decided that since I didn't have to go to school tomorrow I'd get
up and heat up the pizza for mom and we could sit and talk for a
while.

Mom was so pleased with the prospect of pizza and coke that she
didn't even ask about the money. I had another piece and we sat
and talked for over an hour. We made plans for tomorrow and she
talked about her plans once she started her new job. She was
pretty excited.

That was understandable. She had worked at a job she hated for a
company she despised for a very long time just so that we could
get by. Her employer prospered by taking advantage of its
employees and the poor people who were its suppliers. Only the
family that owned the company prospered.

We ate and sipped coke and talked until we both started falling
asleep. We went to bed and got up early Saturday, her one day
off, to have a normal family day together. We even splurged and
went out to a good restaurant for dinner. We ended the day with
grocery shopping. And this time we bought food!

It wasn't steaks and lobster. But there was meat and some deli
for sandwiches at lunch time. We bought bacon and eggs. We had to
carry it home in bags so we couldn't go overboard. But it was so
nice to have food in the house for a change.

Mom had to work on Sunday. We spent the day together until she
left in the early afternoon. I was sitting in front of the
television about an hour after she left when there was a knock on
the door. 

I got up and answered it. It was Brian, standing there with a
pissed off look on his face. He asked, "Is this better, bitch?"

I sighed and answered, "Yes Brian. Much better. That wasn't so
hard was it?"

He glowered at me and asked, "Are you alone?"

I nodded and he pushed past me and said, "Get your clothes off."

This guy was getting to be a real pain in the ass!

I took my t-shirt and my shorts and underwear off and he watched
me with an arrogant look on his face. He obviously loved having
this much power over girls.

He undressed and started to sit on the couch. But then he changed
his mind and took my hand. He pulled me down the hall to my
bedroom and went in and stretched out on my bed on his stomach. 

I almost asked him if he was waiting for me to fuck him in his
ass. I bit my tongue though. I figured he was already pissed off
enough.

He ordered me to get up on the bed and lick his entire body from
his neck to the bottoms of his feet.

I looked at him like he was crazy. He just smiled and said, "Mr.
Todd is already pissed at you. Do you want me to tell him that
you refused to do something I told you to do?"

I was actually considering it when he asked, "Have you seen the
website yet?"

I shook my head. I was still waiting for Stacy to arrange for us
to see it at her local pervert's house.

He smiled and said, "You should. I think you'll like the
pictures. You'll especially like Sharon's punishment pictures.
Have you ever seen a dog fuck a girl? Sharon didn't care for it
but we all thought it was pretty amusing."

The sick bastard! Before I could stop myself I asked, "As amusing
as you sucking a cock, Brian?"

That was a mistake. His face turned nearly purple with rage. He
stared daggers at me for a moment and then he said, "I guess
you'll find out for yourself, cunt. Now get to work. And when you
get to my asshole, plan on spending a lot of time there. I like
that."

Under my breath I said, "Fuck! Me and my big mouth!"

I sighed loudly and crawled up on the bed. I leaned over and
started licking Brian's neck as ordered. I took my time and tried
not to miss any places. It was demeaning and it was tiring but I
had done many more disgusting things in the last few days.

I licked my way down his back until I got to his ass. I licked
all the way around the cheeks of his ass and I was just about to
spread them apart and lick the crack when he said, "Skip that for
now. Lick down to the bottoms of my feet and then work your way
back up to my ass. Then you can spend some time there."

I obeyed of course. That was what I did now.

I didn't enjoy it, but he was clean and it wasn't so unpleasant.

I started to brush off the bottoms of his feet when I got that
far but he said, "Stop that! That's what your tongue is for you
nasty cunt!"

I was grateful that I had just vacuumed. His feet were clean. It
was just the idea of what I was doing that bothered me.

I worked my way back up to his skinny ass and spread the cheeks
of his butt apart. I ran my tongue up and down through the crack
a couple of times and then started licking his asshole. 

He shuddered in pleasure and even moaned a few times. I found
that curious. I had never realized that it was an erogenous zone.
I had certainly not been excited when Stacy had attacked my ass
with that fat dildo. I wonder though if a tongue there might be
more pleasant. I resolved to try that on Stacy the first chance
that I got.

Brian made me spend a long time working between the cheeks of his
ass. He ordered me to burrow my tongue inside as deep as I could.
By the time he finally stopped me my jaw and my tongue were both
exhausted.

But I wasn't finished.

He turned over and said, "Now it's time to do the front. Start at
my forehead and work down to my toes. Save my cock for last. And
don't skip my armpits, bitch."

If you haven't tried this, take my word for it. It is a lot
harder than it sounds. It is much more tiring than simply
nestling between someone's legs and licking and sucking on their
sexual organs. This was hard work!

I licked my way back down Brian's body, detouring to get his
armpits. It wasn't as bad as it sounds. As I said, he was clean.
But he was sweaty and it was unpleasant.

I worked my way down to his toes and sucked on each of them
before licking my way back up to his balls. I licked then and
took them into my mouth and sucked on them gently. Then I started
sucking his cock. Most of what I had just done, I'm sure, was
more to humiliate me than to cause him pleasure. But now it was
all about pleasing him. His cock wasn't that big and sucking it
was no problem. Besides, all of the licking got him warmed up and
it wasn't long before he filled my mouth with cum. 

I swallowed carefully and held his cock in my mouth until it was
soft and he pushed me away. 

I sat up and rubbed my tired neck. He got out of my bed on the
other side and went out to the living room. I followed him out
and we both got dressed in silence. Just before he left he gave
me an evil look and said, "I hope he makes you do a dog, bitch.
You need to learn what you are good for. Maybe I should tell Mr.
Todd what an awful mouth you have on you. Maybe he would make you
suck off that mutt instead of letting him fuck your sorry ass."

With that pleasant picture planted in my head he turned and
left.

I had only just gotten comfortable again when there was another
knock at the door. I seemed to be getting popular all of a
sudden! I got up, hoping it was Stacy. I opened the door and
there were Dale and Kevin.

Dale said, "Hi Sara. You were going to explain to us how come you
had cum all over your face on the way home on Thursday."

He was obviously embarrassed but I think he suspected that
something was going on and he was hoping, maybe not to turn it to
his advantage, but at the very least for a titillating story. I
suppose that his mind wasn't working nearly as hard right now as
his hormones. He was my age and I knew that there was only one
thing on his mind.

I had forgotten all about them after talking them over with
Stacy. I hadn't given any thought to an explanation for walking
down a public sidewalk in the afternoon with streams of cum
across my face.

I didn't want to let them in. But neither did I want them
standing in my door and being spotted by my next door neighbor.
There were enough strange boys coming to my house when my mother
wasn't home.

I glanced next door and it didn't look like anyone was home. I
stepped back and let the boys in and offered them a seat on the
couch. The television was on but I wasn't watching anything so I
turned it off and stood there, trying to think of something to
say that could explain what they had seen.

Finally I just shrugged and said, "Guys, I don't know what to
say. If I tell you what happened I will be breaking my word to
someone else. To be honest, I was going to make up a story to
tell you. But I forgot all about it and I can't think of any
plausible excuse that I can give you. And I can't tell you the
truth."

Dale looked more embarrassed than I was. He was blushing and
trying hard to keep his eyes focused on my face. He said, "We
talked about trying to blackmail you, threaten to tell your mom
or something. Just so we could get you take your clothes off. We
were hoping that we could get you to undress in front of us.
We've never seen a girl naked. But I don't want to blackmail
you."

He stood up and said, "I'm sorry we bothered you."

Then he turned and said, "Come on Kevin. Let's go."

I couldn't believe it! They were being nice! I wasn't used to
that. They looked so disappointed. I suppose that at the very
least they had hoped to hear a sexy story. I actually felt sorry
for them!

Before I could stop myself I said, "Wait!"

They looked at me and the hope I saw in their faces was
irresistible. I thought, "What the hell, thousands of men have
seen me naked. What difference would it make if two guys my age
had the opportunity?"

I smiled at them and asked, "That's all you want? You just want
to see me get undressed?"

They both nodded vigorously. They both seemed more embarrassed
than I was.

I said, "If I do this I want your word that you won't tell a
soul. I mean it! I know how guys love to talk. I think it's kind
of sweet that you didn't try to force me into anything. Maybe I
could reward you for that. But I will never forgive you if this
comes back to haunt me."

They both swore to keep it a secret. 

I stood in front of them for a moment, not so much to get my
courage up but just wondering what in the hell had gotten into me
that I could so easily undress in front of two boys who were no
more than casual acquaintances. And all because they seemed
pretty sweet and were just curious to see a girl naked.

I think what finally convinced me to do it was that desperate
look on their faces. That, and the fact that I was pretty sure
that they would keep their word. Besides, I was beginning to
enjoy undressing in front of guys and getting them excited. And
they seemed so harmless. 

They had returned to their seats on the couch. I stood in front
of them and grasped the bottom of my t-shirt. I looked at them, a
little nervous now that I knew that I was actually going to do
this. But the excitement on their faces convinced me. 

I slowly lifted my shirt up, slowly at first, until my breasts
were exposed. Then I whipped it off and tossed it on a chair.

There was a sudden and simultaneous gasp from the boys and their
eyes became as big as saucers. They glanced quickly at each
other. As if to say, "Do you see that?!"

But neither boy spoke. They stared in obvious awe at my breasts
for a long time. Finally Dale said, "Jesus Sara! You're
beautiful!"

I stood in front of them and rubbed my breasts and teased my
nipples until they were fully erect. I felt much older than them,
even though Dale was only a few months younger and Kevin not
quite a year younger. 

They were both bigger than me. But it was obvious who was in
charge here. I felt it too. It was nice to be in charge for once.
I enjoyed their lustful stares. It seemed like a different kind
of lust. They had no expectations. They didn't come here to have
sex. They really just wanted to see a girl with her clothes off.
That kind of turned me on.

I slid my shorts down and after posing nonchalantly in my modest
little pink panty for a moment I slipped that off too. 

Both boys gaped at me and I had to struggle not to giggle at the
looks on their faces. Besides, I still thought they were kind of
sweet.

I moved a little closer, pressing my knees up against the couch
cushion with one of my legs between each of theirs. I smiled down
at them and asked, "Do you really think I'm pretty?"

I'm not sure that they even heard me. 

Kevin's hand started to reach out slowly to touch my skin. He
suddenly realized what he was doing and jerked his hand back. He
got even redder and whispered, "Sorry."

I said, "That's okay Kevin. You can touch me. I don't mind. Just
remember your promise. If I start hearing about what we did here
today when I get to school then I am going to hunt you down and
kill you like dogs."

They both swore again that the only one they would talk to about
this would be each other.

Kevin reached out again and his finger tips moved gently through
my pubic hair. I thought it amusing that the younger boy was
taking the lead. Dale still seemed to be frozen in place. 

He watched as Kevin moved his fingers through my little pubic
patch and then trailed softly down over my exposed pussy. 

I felt an excited tingle when his fingertips moved over my clit
and I gasped slightly. Kevin jerked his hand away but I took his
wrist and pulled it back. I smiled and said, "It's okay Kevin. It
felt nice."

Dale stared for a few more minutes and then he leaned forward and
reached up to cup my breast. His hand was hot and sweaty and his
touch was just as clumsy as you might expect from a boy who had
never seen or felt a breast before. 

But the situation was really turning me on, though I suspect not
nearly as much as it was exciting them. The look of wonder on
their faces was irresistible.

I quietly asked, "What do you think, guys? Do you think I'm
sexy?"

I didn't really need to ask. If ever a girl could read a guy's
mind I could read their minds now.

I stepped back suddenly and the look of disappointment on their
faces was hilarious. I smiled down at them and said, "I'm nervous
about doing this out here in the living room. Someone might come
to the door and see us. Let's go to my room and you can spend a
little more time exploring, okay?"

They scrambled to their feet and were both embarrassed by their
obvious erections. Kevin tried to hide his and I grabbed his hand
and said, "That's okay Kevin. That's supposed to be there! If you
didn't get a hard on looking at me naked I'd be upset."

He grinned self-consciously and I led them down the short hallway
to my room. I stretched out on my back and the boys sat down on
either side of me. They ran their hands over my body. They
touched and squeezed and pulled and gently massaged. Dale was the
first to have the nerve to put his finger inside of me. He slowly
worked it into my pussy and he smiled at me and said, "It feels
so hot!"

It felt pretty damned hot to me too. After that degrading hour
with Brian I was having a good time now. It turned out that this
had been just what I needed to make me feel better, much better.
I was getting turned on too.

I knew that neither boy would be much of a lover but I didn't
care. I asked Dale, "Would you like to put something else in
there?"

He looked up at me with a look that was almost shock. Apparently
that had been much too much to hope for. He asked breathlessly,
"Really Sara? Can I?"

I didn't expect to get anything but a warm and fuzzy feeling out
of this but I was getting turned on too. I nodded and said, "Sure
Dale, get up and take your clothes off."

Kevin watched in amazement as Dale undressed and scrambled up on
top of me. I reached down between us and guided his small cock to
my pussy. Before I let him go I said, "Now take it easy Dale.
This isn't a sprint. We aren't racing. You'll enjoy it more if
you go slow, at least at first."

As Dale's small cock entered me and Kevin sat near us watching in
eager anticipation of his turn I was struck by how immature these
boys seemed, especially Dale, who was the same age as me. I'm not
trying to say that I'm all that mature and sophisticated. I don't
know if the difference was the time I spent at Mr. Todd's house
and the things that had happened to me there. I didn't think that
I had changed since then. But then, maybe after today Dale would
seem more mature. What do I know?

Dale was just as quick as I knew he would be. I doubt if he
lasted two minutes. But it wasn't unpleasant for me. I was in no
danger of achieving orgasm but I was getting a kick out of what I
was doing for them. They seemed to be in a constant state of awe.
That can go to a girl's head.

Dale shuddered through his orgasm and slowly rolled away. I
turned to Kevin who had never moved from the side of the bed. He
was waiting for some indication that this wasn't a dream and he
was actually going to lose his virginity.

I smiled and said, "Come on Kevin. Get your clothes off. It's
your turn."

He stripped out of his clothes so fast my eyes almost couldn't
follow him. He stood beside the bed then, not sure what to do
next. 

I patted the bed beside me and he carefully climbed into bed with
me. He moved over between my legs and clumsily stretched out on
top of me. I had to tell him to rest is weight on his arms. Once
he was in position I reached down and guided his little cock into
me. I was watching his face as he slowly entered me and I had to
bite my lower lip to keep from laughing. 

It was obvious that he loved the sensations he was experiencing.
He had an excited, slightly insane look on his face. He surprised
me a little. He still couldn't provide me with enough stimulation
to get me going. But he lasted much longer than I thought he
would, nearly twice as long as Dale had.

He started to get violent right at the end but he managed to keep
his weight up off of me and I didn't mind. 

When he was finished he opened his eyes and stared down at me and
whispered, "Thank you Sara! That was...I...Oh Jesus! Thank you!"

I smiled and said, "You are quite welcome Kevin. It's a lot of
fun isn't it?"

He nodded vigorously. Then he finally got up on his knees and
stared down at me for another minute or so. No one spoke after
that for several minutes. Not until Dale said, "Could we do it
again?"

I smiled and asked, "Now?"

He shrugged and said, "I could. But I mean some other time. There
is more stuff I'd like to do. I'd like to try putting my mouth on
you. And I'd like..." 

He hesitated and blushed again. Finally he said, "I'd like to get
a blowjob. Would you do that?"

I thought about it and I realized that even if I wasn't going to
have an orgasm, what we were doing was fun for me. I liked being
naked with boys and being touched and causing them pleasure. It
was still early. I said, "I could give you both a blowjob before
you leave. And yes, you can come back some time when I am home
alone. If I don't have plans then you can eat my pussy and we can
have sex again. But not too often, I have a life you know."

They were both grinning from ear to ear. I was still having
trouble believing that Dale was my age. He seemed so much
younger.

I got up and instructed Dale to lie on the bed. When he was
comfortable I knelt on the floor beside him and took his still
hard cock in my hand.

He asked, "Don't you want me to wash first?"

I leaned down and kissed the head of his cock. He shivered in
response and I said, "Most girls would. I don't mind. It's just
cum."

Then I started sucking his cock. It was only about five inches
long and very thin. It was the easiest blowjob I ever gave. I
sucked his cock and teased his nearly hairless balls with my
fingers and soon he was cumming in my mouth. 

He had the mildest tasting cum I had tasted yet. I don't know if
it was his age or what, but it was almost pleasant. I held his
cock in my mouth after I swallowed his cum. He was panting
quietly as is heartbeat returned to normal. His hand reached out
and caressed my hair and he said, "Sara, you are the most
wonderful girl I ever met!"

I sat up and laughed quietly and said, "You mean the easiest
don't you?"

He got the most sincere look on his face and said, "No! I think
you are wonderful. I wish I was a year older so I could be your
boyfriend."

I thought that was sweet. I didn't understand. We were the same
age. But it was a sweet thing to say. I hoped that he was as
considerate once he left here today.

I slapped his thigh and said, "Move over, it's Kevin's turn."

Kevin quickly took his place in front of me and I repeated the
process. I suppose that most girls wouldn't have felt the same
way I did. But I was having fun. I liked the looks of ecstasy on
their faces. I enjoyed the expressions of awe when they looked at
me. I even liked their small, clean, sexy little dicks.

When I had gotten Kevin off and given him time to recuperate I
said, "You guys should get dressed and go now. It's starting to
get late."

Dale asked, "What about you Sara? You didn't cum."

I smiled and said, "That's okay Dale. I had fun too. Maybe the
next time I'll cum."

Dale smiled back and said, "I have an idea. Let's try something
first. Get up and lie down in the middle of the bed."

I decided to see what he had in mind and I stretched out and got
comfortable. 

Dale instructed Kevin to bend over and start sucking on my
nipple. When Kevin was in place and had taken my nipple into his
mouth, Dale did the same with my other nipple. While they were
sucking gently on my nipples I felt their hands ease down over my
stomach and their fingers began to tease my pussy. It felt good
but they were clumsy and didn't really know what they were doing.
Still, I thought that with a little guidance this could work. 

I asked Kevin to gently put two of his fingers inside me and
start working them in and out. Then I asked Dale to wet his
finger and gently rub my clit. They were happy to help out and
once they had that worked out they went back to sucking on my
nipples at the same time. It wasn't long at all before I realized
that I was going to cum.

I felt my orgasm building quickly and near the end I started
getting vocal. I encouraged them to go faster and harder and
before long I was lifting my ass off of the bed and holding their
faces pressed tightly to my chest and crying out as I had a very
nice orgasm.

They dressed then and after I once more assured the boys that
they were welcome to return I showed them out. Once they were
gone, since I was already naked I decided to try using mom's
dildo without Stacy's help. I was concerned that I might soon be
taking a real live cock up my ass and I wasn't ready for that. I
wasn't sure if I ever would be. But I had noticed a significant
difference the second time that Stacy had fucked my ass and it
was obvious that she had been right. Those sessions did help.

I opened my mother's drawer and carefully removed the dildo and
the KY, being careful to note their positions in the drawer. I
noticed that the dildo was clean this time. I wondered how often
my mother used these things. It seemed like she must be using
them every night. I smiled and thought that it was too bad she
couldn't get into our little child molesting club. She might get
a lot of relief.

I took the dildo to my bed and got comfortable. I greased it up
and then struggled to find a comfortable position that permitted
me a good angle of attack. It was harder than I anticipated. I
didn't use my fingers first the way Stacy had when she used it on
me. 

I forced myself to relax and began to gently work the head of the
dildo into my ass. I'm not sure if it was because I was doing it
myself or just that I was getting better at this, but it entered
me with surprisingly little effort. 

I gave myself a moment to adjust to the full, stretched feeling
and then started slowly working it inside of me a little more
with each gently push. There was no pain! I was excited. It was a
little uncomfortable. But I was starting to think that I was
going to be able to handle it when someone finally fucked my ass
for the first time.

I slowly slid the dildo in and out and remembering the last time
with Stacy I began to rub my pussy with my free hand. It wasn't
as nice as when Stacy had been doing it but I would have to
remember to do this for myself when the time finally came.

I practiced with the dildo for close to five minutes but I wasn't
going to reach orgasm this way. Not without help. I left the
dildo inside my ass and straightened my legs out and tried to
relax and just get used to that full feeling. I stared at the
ceiling and wondered once more what my punishment would be. 

I tried to disregard Brian's threats about the dog. I hoped that
he was just trying to scare me. If that was his intent it had
worked. But then I thought about the changes in Sharon lately.
Maybe she had been forced to do it with a dog! 

I shuddered in revulsion. I knew I couldn't handle that. Not with
an animal, especially not a dog. I had never had a pet and I was
afraid of dogs. 

I thought I had stretched myself out enough and I pulled the
dildo out. I didn't feel that urgent need to rush to the bathroom
this time. I got up and washed it off and cleaned myself up. I
carefully replaced my mother's toy and the lubricant and got
dressed. By then it was nearly six in the evening and I had a
light supper. 

It was so nice to eat something that wasn't tuna or peanut
butter! It wasn't a feast to most people, but some lean roast
beef and fresh Swiss cheese was a big step up for me.

After dinner my phone rang. It was Stacy. She asked if I was in
the mood for company and I replied, "YES!! Come on over. I always
want you to come over."

Stacy was there in less than fifteen minutes. We split the last
coke and I told her everything that had happened to me this
afternoon. I also told her about Stan and the phone call. That
made her nervous and she warned me not to let Mr. Todd find out
about it. He wouldn't like it if I was freelancing on the side,
especially with customers he had lined up.

I asked her about what Brian had said, about Sharon and the dog.


She shrugged noncommittally and said, "I've heard that too. But
Sharon won't talk about it. I don't know it for a fact. I think
it's true though. That's why I'm so worried about all the stuff
you are doing behind his back. He can make your life pretty
miserable if you piss him off."

I shrugged and said, "I can always tell him to go piss up a rope
and just stop going there. He wouldn't dare show those pictures
around. He's the one that would go to prison if what we're doing
got out, not us. I'm not going to say he doesn't scare me a
little. I'm going to keep going back for the money, at least for
a while. But I'm not afraid to quit when it gets to be too much.
Right now my biggest problem seems to be your asshole brother."

She laughed and said, "Yeah, me too."

That reminded me. I told her about my practice session with the
dildo and that it was getting much easier.

I asked her about her friend, the one with the internet access.
She said that she had caught him on his way out of town and he
wouldn't be back until Thursday. But he said that he would be
happy to show us the web site. There would, of course, be a price
to pay. He said that he had seen my pictures and he was anxious
to meet me.

Stacy couldn't stay too late. Tomorrow was a school day and we
were both to report to Mr. Todd's house after school. We sat
around and talked, no sex this time. We talked about it though. 

I told her how immature I had thought that Dale was, though he
was less than a year younger than me. 

Stacy laughed and said, "It's a guy thing. According to my mom
that never changes. I noticed the same thing with Danny and Kirk.
But I have noticed a change lately. I think the things that
happen at Mr. Todd's age us a little faster than the other kids.
I noticed something else though. The guys all seem to start out
pretty normal. But then they start getting like Brian. I'm not
sure why. It could be that they see the men treating us girls
like pieces of meat and they pick up on it. Or it might be that
the things that some of the men do to them make them...I don't
know, different."

I thought about that. Then I asked, "I don't get it Stacy. I'm
probably the least bright kid in our class. I know that I work
harder than anyone else in class just to squeak by. I can't be
the only one to figure out that Mr. Todd can't do anything with
those pictures. He doesn't have any power over us that we don't
give him. Why do the guys let them do that shit? And Sharon?! She
is still going back there too! I don't understand."

Stacy blushed and got a silly look on her face. She said, "I
didn't figure that out. I didn't think about him going to jail if
those pictures got out. I've been thinking lately that he is
going too far and I'd like to quit. But I was afraid. You know,
he could give the guys nude pictures of just the person he is
pissed at and have the guys circulate those at school. You know
damn well that they would spread all over that school in about
two hours. Our reputations would be shot without there ever being
a picture of Mr. Todd passed around."

I nodded and said, "Yeah, but if he did that we wouldn't have any
reason not to go to the cops. They'd go busting in to that house
and take all his stuff. Once they looked on that computer he'd
probably end up being some big guys bitch in prison somewhere."

Stacy looked at me and asked, "Are you going to quit?"

I responded, "In a few weeks, when my mother starts getting a
paycheck from her new job."

Stacy grinned and said, "You have a lot of money stashed. Why
wait?"

I smiled back at her and answered, "Because I'm not through
having fun yet. So far there have been a lot more fun things than
unpleasant things. Like what we do when we are together. I love
that. I loved what happened when Stan was there. I even had a lot
of fun with Dale and Kevin. And I only did that because of what
happened at Mr. Todd's. To be honest, if it were not for your
fucked up brother I might not quit in a few weeks. But I can't
take much more of his shit."

We talked for a few more minutes and then Stacy had to go. I went
to bed early. I was too tired to wait up for my mom to come
home.

The next day was pretty normal. I was better able to concentrate
in class. I guess I was getting used to being a part time whore.
Stacy and I headed for Mr. Todd's house as soon as school got
out. As we walked she asked me if I was nervous. I was surprised
to realize that I wasn't. There were no specific threats hanging
over my head and I figured I could handle anything that Mr. Todd
could throw at me now, except the dog. And if it started looking
like that was what he had in mind then I was out of there."

When we got there Mr. Todd let us in and said, "Have a seat. We
have to wait for Brian." Brian went to the high school and it
took him another ten minutes or so to arrive. 

When Brian arrived he put his books down and Mr. Todd said, "Give
me a hand Brian." 

They left the room and came back with a heavy, padded bench.
Brian picked up the camera and got it up on his shoulder. He
turned it on and focused it on me. Mr. Todd went into the back
again and came out about five minutes later. 

He ordered Stacy to undress me again. She moved behind me so that
the camera and all of the perverts on the internet could watch
her undress me and have a good view of my naked body as she
uncovered it.

In a few minutes I was naked and Mr. Todd said, "Lay down on the
bench on your back, cunt."

I gave him a suspicious look and asked what was going to happen.


He moved so fast I couldn't believe it. He slapped my face so
hard I saw stars. 

I yelled, "Fuck you! I'm out of here you bastard!"

I tried to reach for my clothes but he grabbed a handful of my
hair and twisted my arm up behind my back. He held me with only
my toes touching the floor and he whispered in my ear, "You
stupid cunt. I warned you. You are going to learn your place
today."

He twisted me around and threw me down on the bench so hard that
it knocked the wind out of me. Before I could start to struggle
again he had fastened a strap around my neck. He quickly
restrained my wrists and my ankles and finished up with a strap
around my midsection. I was totally helpless.

He placed a jar on a small table near my head. He reached into
his pocket and dropped a nickel into it and said, "I'm going to
be your first customer, bitch."

He moved between my legs and rammed his hard cock into my dry
pussy. I screamed in pain and started demanding to be released.
He didn't even slow down. While he fucked me he called Stacy over
to where he was standing over me fucking my dry pussy. He asked,
"Am I going to have a problem with you or do I need to tie your
ass up too?"

I could see that she was scared and she was crying. She shook her
head but she whispered, "Please Mr. Todd. Please don't hurt
her."

He growled at her, "Strip bitch. Then go stand by the door. Your
job is to let everyone in and out."

Brian had filmed his sister as she stripped and then as she
walked over to take up her position by the door. He turned the
camera back on me just in time to catch Mr. Todd speeding up and
building towards an orgasm. 

Before he finished though, the door opened and three men entered.
They came over and stood around and watched as Mr. Todd came in
me. He pulled out and moved around to my head and forced his
slimy cock into my mouth and throat. Then he said to the men,
"She's all yours men. Just make sure to put your nickel in the
jar before you fuck her. And you can fuck her mouth if you want,
but remember the rules. You have to cum in her cunt."

I heard clothing rustling and I heard the sound of three coins
dropping into the jar by my head. The first of the three men
forced his cock into me and they began to discuss my body and my
pussy. They talked about what was apparently a large number of
pictures of me posted on the internet and the quality of the DVD
that they had bought of my first two visits to Mr. Todd's home.
One of the men urged him to make a movie with me and a dog, or
better yet several dogs. Brian agreed eagerly.

Okay, so I was tied up and getting fucked. I still thought it was
no big deal. I even got the insult of the nickel a fuck. Very
cute. I still didn't have a problem with this. At least it was
obvious from the conversation that I wasn't scheduled to co-star
with Lassie.

It probably wasn't until close to forty minutes later that I
started getting concerned. The room had begun to fill up with men
of all ages, all descriptions. I was soon getting fucked by my
first black customer. I actually kind of liked it. 

The coin jar was filling up and I assumed that my pussy must be
an awful mess by now. But still they kept coming and they kept
cumming. I held out for over an hour before I started begging Mr.
Todd for a break. 

He leaned over and whispered, "The only thing that is going to
break here today, bitch, is you. By the time you get off that
bench, half the men in the county will have fucked your skanky
ass. From now on you do what you are fucking told. And you do it
for however much money I decide to give you. But just to show you
my heart is in the right place, when you leave here this evening
I'm going to let you have all the money that you make today. If
you want you can take it home and count the nickels and figure
out just how many men have fucked you."

It had started at three thirty in the afternoon. Men kept coming
all afternoon and most of the evening. I saw several men that I
recognized and they didn't seem at all concerned that I knew them
or that their picture was being broadcast on the internet. 

I saw one of my teachers. The druggist that had filled my
prescription for birth control pills came in. Two of the baggers
at the small grocery store we used were there. And I was most
shocked when a half a dozen kids from school came in. I gathered
that Brian had invited them.

After about two hours the pain started to go away. The constant
pounding was uncomfortable but my lower body was getting numb. My
lips were getting numb too. I ended up sucking every one of those
slimy cocks clean. 

I was surprised that the men coming in later would even want to
put their cocks in me. I could feel the cum streaming out of me
and running down between my thighs and the crack of my ass. I
hoped that he wasn't going to make me clean up the mess that they
must be making on the floor.

It was nine thirty before he finally called a halt to it. The
coin jar was just about full. I cleaned off the last cock and
waited for my restraints to be released. It turned out that the
fucking was finished. There was still one last degrading act
before I could go home.

Mr. Todd stuck a pole in the bench near my head and reached
underneath the other end under my butt. He pulled out a canister
about the size of a milk jug that held about two cups of liquid.
I noticed that only the top layer was still cloudy and white. I
smelled the strong odor of cum when he hung it on the pole near
my head. 

I watched in horror while he attached a clear plastic hose to the
bottom of the canister and as he worked he casually said, "You
can go home as soon as this is empty Sara. So it's pretty much up
to you what time you leave here. It's nine thirty now. Brian
tells me that your mother won't be home until after midnight. So
take your time. But Stacy is waiting to help you get home so if I
were you I'd hurry. She is going to be in a lot of trouble."

He stuck the end of the hose into a rubber mouthpiece and forced
the mouthpiece into my mouth. I watched him turn a little knob
and the disgusting liquid inside began to quickly fill the clear
plastic tubing. 

It wasn't long before my mouth filled up. I resisted swallowing
that nasty mess for as long as I could. I gagged a little but he
just stood over me and smiled. Brian was on the other side of me
getting a close up of my face and I think I heard him gag too.

I finally swallowed a mouthful. It was horrible. It was nothing
like getting a tablespoon or two from the end of a cock during
orgasm. This was a mouthful of cool, stale cum. I felt my stomach
rebelling but I forced myself to calm down. I knew that I'd be in
trouble if I threw up with that thing in my mouth. I would
probably drown.

I started forcing the disgusting liquid contents of my mouth down
my throat. Every time I swallowed the force of gravity caused my
mouth to fill again. I tried to force myself to just drink it
down but I couldn't. My stomach wouldn't permit it. I had to
force myself to keep it down after every swallow. 

A large number of the men had stayed on to watch the grand finale
and they were making disgusting comments from off camera as I
struggled to swallow their cum.

It took me more than half an hour to finally get it all down.
When I was finally sucking air through the tube Brian turned the
camera off and put it down. He stretched and moaned as if he had
been the one being gang raped all afternoon and evening. Then he
leaned over me and said, "God! You stink bitch! Did you learn
anything?"

Thankfully the mouthpiece was still in my mouth and I couldn't
respond.

He finally unfastened all of the straps holding me in place and
it took him and Mr. Todd both to help me up. I was stiff and sore
and on the verge of being violently ill.

Mr. Todd tossed me my clothes and Stacy came over and got dressed
too. The men were leaving a few at a time but a large number of
them were sitting around drinking beer with Mr. Todd when Stacy
and I left.

The numbness that I had been so grateful for was evaporating. It
was being replaced by terrible pain. My stomach and my pubic bone
felt like they had been hammered. My pussy felt like it had been
reamed out with a wire brush. If Stacy had not been there for me
to lean on then I don't think that I could have made it home. 

We didn't say a word until we got to my house. When we got to my
door I said, "I'm sorry Stacy. You are really going to catch
hell."

She gave me a wry grin and said, "I had plenty of time to come up
with a lame excuse. Come on, I'll help you get cleaned up and get
to bed."

I squeezed her hand and said, "No, you go home. You are late
enough already. I can make it from here. Thanks Stace. I couldn't
have made it without you. See you in the morning."

She asked, "Are you sure?"

I nodded and she reluctantly left me at my door. As she started
to leave I said, "Stace, would you do me a favor? Would you tell
your brother that if he steps foot on my porch again I'm going to
shoot him in the balls? And if any nude pictures of me turn up
anywhere I'm going to the cops."

She looked scared, but she nodded and left.

I went inside, took some Tylenol and then limped to my bedroom. I
undressed, threw my underwear away, and went to the bathroom. I
sat on the toilet for a long time. Cum was still draining out of
me! I stood up to take a shower and finally my stomach rebelled.
I turned around and dropped to my knees and the contents of my
stomach came up. I will spare you the details.

When my stomach was empty I went to the sink and brushed my teeth
over and over until the terrible taste in my mouth was gone. Then
I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it and took a
shower. I stayed under the water until it got cold. 

As I dried off I realized that between walking it off on the walk
home and soothing my sore muscles in the hot shower I wasn't in
such bad shape. I was sore. But it was mostly from the constant
friction on my thighs and my pussy. I looked between my legs with
a hand mirror and I was red and swollen but apparently
undamaged.

I took more Tylenol to replace the ones I had just flushed down
the toilet. Then I sat at the kitchen table and tried to do some
of my homework. It was almost eleven but there were some things
that had to be turned in tomorrow. I was sore but I had not
missed a day of school this year and I wasn't going to start now.


I noticed the jar of nickels stuck in my book bag when I pulled
my books out. I sat it on the table and stared at it. I wasn't
sure if I really wanted to know how many men had fucked me
tonight. But after setting the jar aside and trying to
concentrate on my homework I realized that I wasn't going to be
able to get it out of my mind until I counted those damned
nickels.

Fifty-four! It had seemed like more than that. It had seemed like
a lot more than that. Two dollars and seventy cents. Oh well, at
least he let me keep all the money I made.

I had just started working on my algebra when the cell phone
rang. I dug it out of the pocket in my book bag and answered it.
It was Mr. Todd. In his typical arrogant voice he said, "Brian
just called to give me your message. Do you really want me to
ruin your life bitch? I want you over here tomorrow, as soon as
school lets out."

I didn't feel the least bit intimidated by this asshole. I
responded, "If you contact me again, if anyone of your friends or
acquaintances attempts to intimidate me, and if my pictures are
not removed from your web site, I am not the one that will spend
decades as some big dude's bitch in prison. If you leave me
alone, I will leave you alone. We are done. I would have kept
coming back you jerk. I was actually having fun. You blew it
tonight."

He was silent for a moment. Then he hung up without saying
another word. Just to be on the safe side I went to my mother's
room and dug out the little revolver that she kept hidden there.
I kept it near me all night. I couldn't take it to school. But I
wasn't worried about anything happening out in public.

On the way to school the next morning I felt much better. Well, I
didn't hurt anywhere. I felt like there was a void in my life for
some reason. I realized that I was going to miss the excitement
of being a sex slave. It really had been exciting. If he had just
not gone overboard!

As we started walking to school Stacy said, "I quit too. I told
Brian that if he came into my room again I was going to tell our
parents everything. He looked pissed but he just shrugged and
walked away. Could it really be that easy?"

"Maybe," I answered. "I'm going to be watching my ass for a
while. I don't feel like I owe Mr. Todd anything. He made a lot
of money off of us. I'm more worried about Brian and his friends.
I wasn't kidding about shooting his balls off. I am keeping my
mother's pistol handy."

I saw both Dale and Kevin during the school day and they managed
to act friendly without being too obvious. I wondered how hard it
would be to train them. I might have to resort to them now that I
had told Mr. Todd where to go.

On the way home from school we heard someone calling our names.
We turned to find Didi and Tawney hurrying to catch up. They
wanted to know if we were on our way to Mr. Todd's house. He had
called both of them this morning and ordered them to come to his
house after school.  All three boys were supposed to be there
too. They hadn't seen Sharon and didn't know about her.

Stacy told them what had happened and that we had quit. 

Didi exclaimed, "What do you mean you quit?! He let you quit?!"

I couldn't believe that I would have to explain to all these kids
that he didn't have the power over them that they seemed to think
he did. I thought I was the dumb one!

I told them that he was the one who would be in trouble if those
pictures got out and that he had no hold over them. Didi and
Tawney looked at each other funny for a minute and then Didi
said, "But I like going there! I like the money too!"

Tawney grinned and said, "Me too."

I shrugged and said, "That's cool. As long as you are going
because you want to, go for it!"

Tawney said, "It won't be as much fun now that I know I don't
have to. But I'm still going."

Stacy and I looked at each other and laughed. But actually, I
understood. It was kind of exciting. If he hadn't gone overboard
last night I would still be going. I had found the experience to
be exciting too. I was going to kind of miss it. But I didn't
think I'd have too much trouble finding someone else to have sex
with. Like Stan. He was coming tonight. And now I didn't have to
worry about Mr. Todd finding out.

We parted company with Didi and Tawney at the foot of Mountain
Street. Stacy and I went to my house. I had planned on stopping
for another carton of coke on the way home but I forgot all about
it. Back to drinking water I guess.

My cell phone rang shortly after we got to my house. It was Stan.
He asked me if I could talk and I asked if he was still coming. 

He said he would be there at six thirty.

I asked him to hold for a second and I covered the mouthpiece. I
asked Stacy if she wanted to meet my new boyfriend and maybe have
a threesome. She didn't even hesitate. She nodded her head
vigorously. 

I asked Stan if he had seen the pictures of the cute redhead on
the website and he said that he had. I asked him if he would like
to meet her tonight. In as much as he was a normal, healthy,
horny male he said that he would be happy to meet her. We hung up
and I got the cold cuts out and Stacy and I had a sandwich and
tried to decide if Mr. Todd was going to be a problem.

Stan arrived a few minutes early. He parked a half a block away
so that no one would see his car in our driveway. I let him in
and gave him a big hug as soon as I had closed the door. I
introduced him to Stacy and invited him to join us in my
bedroom.

I guided him to my bed and once he was seated I pulled Stacy over
to stand in front of him. I slowly undressed her as he watched.
We were standing so close that Stacy's knees were almost touching
his. I removed her blouse and her bra and then I got on my knees
behind her and removed her skirt and panties while Stan teased
her breasts.

While I undressed Stacy I told her about what a good kisser Stan
was and how wonderful it had felt when he ate my pussy. I think
that all three of us were much more relaxed now without the
constant distraction of a cameraman moving around us, though to
be honest I had to admit that I had enjoyed the idea of being
watched by a large number of horny men. The idea of thousands of
men out there lusting after me, wanting me, that was hot!

In some ways this was a first for me. I was about to have sex
with someone who was a good lover and who I wanted to have sex
with. And we were doing it in the comfort and privacy of my
bedroom.

I stood up after I removed the rest of Stacy's clothes and we
switched places. She undressed me in front of my new, adult
lover. As Stacy bared my body, Stan caressed my exposed flesh
lovingly. I was glad that I had asked her to stay. This was fun!

When I was naked we stood side by side in front of him and gave
him an opportunity to examine us both. Then we pulled him to his
feet and Stacy and I worked together to undress him. 

When he was naked I pushed him back onto my bed and repositioned
him so that he was lying on his back with his head on my pillow.
I said, "I told Stacy what a good kisser you were. She is going
to start with that. I'm going to start down here and we'll meet
in the middle."

I don't think he realized what I was talking about until I leaned
down and took his toes into my mouth and started sucking on them
like little cocks. We took our time, lots of kissing and licking,
we covered every inch of his firm body before coming together at
his cock. Then we worked on his cock with our faces touching,
sometimes she was sucking his cock and I was licking his balls.
Sometimes I was sucking and she was licking. And sometimes we
were both licking his cock at the same time. 

Stan was breathing hard and swearing under his breath as we drove
him crazy with our lips and tongues. We were having almost as
much fun driving him crazy. Just before he came I took his cock
into my throat a few times and then I pulled back and just held
the head of his cock between my lips while Stacy finished him off
with her hand. 

I waited until my mouth was full and finally sated he had
collapsed on my bed. I got up on my knees and took Stacy in my
arms and we kissed, sharing the large deposit of cum in my mouth
while Stan stared in awe.

After we finally swallowed his cum he stood up and arranged us on
our backs, side by side on my bed with our legs hanging off of
the side. Stacy and I held hands and then turned our heads and
started kissing passionately while Stan started moving back and
forth between us, eating our pussies until we both came several
times. 

He had finally had all of the foreplay he could stand and
exclaimed, "I can't take this anymore! I have to fuck one of
you!"

I smiled down at him and suggested, "Why don't you fuck both of
us?"

We got up on our hands and knees with our knees planted on the
edge of my mattress. Our hips were touching and our pussies were
exposed and available. He grinned and said, "I have never seen a
more beautiful sight in my life!"

He started with Stacy and then moved back and forth between us,
fucking each of us for a couple of minutes before switching. He
managed to last a long time but although I found this very
exciting I couldn't cum this way. 

I smiled when I heard him cry out, "Oh god no! Not yet!"

But he couldn't hold it any longer and he came with his cock
buried deep in my best friend's pussy.

I got up and went to my knees beside Stan and caressed his tight
little butt and kissed his hip until he finally pulled his cock
out of Stacy. Then I turned him and took his cock into my mouth
and sucked him clean. 

He groaned as I sucked him gently and then he smiled down at me
and said, "You girls are going to kill me! I love it!"

Stacy had dropped down and rolled over on her back and was
watching me suck Stan's cock. When I finished she smiled and
said, "If you want to get up here and put your nasty old cunt in
my face I'll let you lick my pussy clean too."

I giggled and said, "You are so good to me, Stace!"

I climbed back up on the bed and straddled her head and began to
lick and suck on her messy pussy. And I loved it as much as she
did. 

While we did that, Stan sat down beside us and explored both of
our sweaty bodies, doing his part to drive us both to a couple
more nice orgasms. 

When it was finally over we lay on the bed and relaxed for a
while with Stan between us. There was a lot of nice touching but
all three of us were sated. We talked a little, about the website
and about Mr. Todd. We also talked about doing this again. I
pointed out that my mother's hours were going to change soon and
I didn't know how much longer we could meet like this.

Stan said, "That shouldn't be a problem. I could come on a
Saturday or Sunday and get a room in a motel nearby. We could
spend the day together, if you want to that is."

Stacy and I smiled at each other and I said, "We'd love to."

Stan finally got dressed and prepared to drive back across the
state to his home. Stacy and I stayed naked. We were going to
have to take a shower before she went home. He sighed and said,
"I wish I could stay for that. But it's a long drive and I have
to work tomorrow."

Then he did something we didn't expect. He pulled out his wallet
and gave us each five hundred dollars. 

I stood up on my toes and kissed him and then I tried to give him
back the money. I said, "That's sweet of you Stan. But we didn't
do this for the money. We didn't expect you to pay us. We had fun
too."

He smiled and said, "Don't think of it as taking money for sex.
Think of it as getting a present from a lousy shopper. I had a
great time and it was worth every penny of that to me."

He looked around at my crummy old house and said, "And you aren't
going to try to tell me you couldn't use the money are you?"

He bent down and kissed me and then Stacy and said, "I am half
owner of a very successful business sweetheart. I can afford it
and it pleases me to give it to you. It pleases me even more that
you tried to give it back. You are a couple of very nice young
ladies and I hope we can keep meeting for a long time. Now take
the money and buy yourselves something nice."

Stan left and Stacy looked at the five one hundred dollar bills
in her hand in amazement. She was ecstatic. But I had now
accumulated close to twenty-five hundred dollars and I was
getting concerned about it. I couldn't give it to my mother. I
couldn't spend it on any of the things that I really wanted. If
he was going to keep paying me every time he came to town it was
going to be a problem. 

It was getting late and Stacy had to go home. But we had to take
a quick shower first. Usually taking a shower with Stacy was a
lot of fun but we didn't have time to play. We made it quick and
she went home.

I almost forgot to do my homework. Thankfully it was a light day.
I hurried through it, doing the bare minimum. Then I went to bed.
I was almost asleep when I remembered that I had left five
hundred dollars lying on the kitchen table. I brought it in and
put it with the rest of my stash and then minutes later I was
asleep.

I had a bowl of cereal for breakfast in the morning and then I
waited outside for Stacy. We made it through another day of
school, easier for her than me. Then we headed home as usual. 

We were about half way home, far enough away from the school that
the crowd had thinned out. We were talking like a couple of
teenage girls and not paying any attention to the world around us
when an old van pulled up to the curb just in front of us. 

We hardly noticed.  Not until the side door slid open and four
large high school aged boys jumped out. They grabbed us and
pulled us into the van before we even had time to scream.

Once in the van they tied our wrists together behind our backs
and stuffed rags in our mouths. The floor in the back of the van
was covered with a dirty old mattress and crowded with eight
large boys. There were two more in the front, the driver and
Brian sitting in the passenger seat and grinning like an evil
comic book villain.

Stacy and I stopped struggling as the van pulled away from the
curb. Brian said, "Mr. Todd doesn't like to be fucked with bitch.
You and my darling sister are going to spend the evening being
shown the error of your ways. If this doesn't work we'll do it
again tomorrow evening. We don't mind. It's important to us that
you learn how to behave properly. It's for your own good."

While Brian was taunting us Stacy and I were pulled down into the
laps of two of the boys in the back and mauled roughly as the
truck hurried out of town. We had both been on the receiving end
of a lot of rough treatment lately and we were more concerned by
the direction of the van than the boys that were molesting us
through our clothing.

I kept glancing out the windshield, there were no side windows.
We were driving through an area of farmland with only a rare
farmhouse or barn. I was totally unfamiliar with this area and
the fact that there were so few other people around made me more
nervous than the boy with his hands roughly groping my pussy at
the moment or the vicious comments and threats of the other boys
in the truck.

The van finally turned off of the narrow country road and drove
down a long, tree lined dirt track. It wasn't a dirt road. Not
even a driveway really. It was just a couple of ruts leading off
through the fields. 

We went up over a hill and down the other side and in the small
hidden valley there was a large, run down, but apparently still
usable barn. We pulled up in front of the barn and the driver
shut the van off. One of the boys slid the door open and as they
piled out and pulled us out after them I saw a couple dozen more
boys coming out of the barn door with excited looks on their
faces. There were more than a dozen cars parked haphazardly all
over the place.

We were dragged inside and the boys surrounded us. Brian stepped
forward and said, "Ladies, meet the majority of the boys from the
Senior Class at Springfield High. They jumped at the chance to
fuck a couple of sluts from the town whose football team beat
theirs in the playoffs last year. They saw some of your pictures
and they are all looking forward to getting to know you a lot
better."

He turned to the boys then and said, "Remember guys, don't tear
their clothes, don't fuck up their faces, and no blood. Other
than that you can do any damned thing you want to the dumb
cunts."

Our hands were untied and the gags removed. Stacy started begging
as soon as the gag was removed. I saw how much they enjoyed it,
so I didn't bother. 

There was a loud, excited chorus of, "Strip the bitches!" and,
"Skin, skin, skin! Let's see some skin!" 

I didn't struggle when they began to roughly remove my clothes
either. What was the point? There were about two dozen large,
horny boys surrounding us. We weren't going anywhere, not for a
while.

It didn't take them a whole minute to strip us both completely.
I'm not even sure how many boys took my clothes off. I had the
impression that for every boy taking off an article of clothing
there were two more just reaching in and groping me roughly.

Stacy was swearing at them and struggling still. Finally I yelled
over at her, "STACY! Stop it! All you're doing is turning the
bastards on! You can't win here. Stop fighting them. They'll just
hurt you."

She looked at me with a blank look at first. Then it seemed like
what I said started to sink in. I saw her stop fighting and the
panicky look on her face was replaced with resignation. It was
going to happen. Let's just get it over with.

Once we were naked they pushed us around the circle for a few
minutes, giving everyone a chance to grope us. Most of them went
out of their way to make it hurt. They squeezed our breasts and
pinched and pulled our nipples. One particularly large boy seemed
to be trying to pick us up off the ground by our nipples!

Once we had both been around the large circle someone yelled,
"Let's get this show on the road! I'm fucking horny!"

There was crude laughter and a few more snide remarks. We were
both forced down to our hands and knees in the thin layer of soft
hay that covered the dirt floor and after a moment of jostling to
see who would go first we both had boys fucking our pussies from
behind and two more forcing their cocks into our mouths. 

I heard Brian call out, "Remember guys, they both take it down
the throat and up the ass too. 

Suddenly I was grateful for the practice that Stacy had insisted
that I get with my mother's dildo. I was worried about doing that
without any lubricant though.

Most of the boys came very quickly, the first time. A few must
have been nervous about performing before a large audience and
they lasted much longer. But most of them finished quickly. 

I should have known better than to get my hopes up though. There
was still plenty of time and they were all more than ready for
seconds.

After every two or three rapes they would push either me or Stacy
over onto our back and carry the other over and put us into a
sixty-nine position. We were forced to clean each other up, but
not allowed to do it long enough to make it pleasant. Once we
were clean enough to fuck they separated us and put us back on
our hands and knees and the rapes began again.

The second round took a lot longer. I was surprised at how few of
them raped my ass. I heard Stacy cry out a few times and assumed
she was receiving the same treatment. They were more painful than
the regular rapes but I only remember three of them raping my
ass. The first one was vicious, with only the cum in my pussy for
lubricant and no warm up at all. But by then I was pretty much in
a fog anyway. I hurt all over from the pinching, squeezing,
grasping hands and the pounding cocks, and the constant pulling
of my hair. Sometimes I thought that the hair pulling was the
worst part. I was getting one hell of a headache.

Once everyone had gone around a second time they started just
messing around. They tried to see how many cocks they could cram
into us at one time and they were taking lots of pictures with
their cell phones. At this point I wasn't that concerned with the
pictures. These guys didn't even live in our town.

At one point I had a cock in my pussy, a cock in my ass, a cock
in each hand and two in my mouth. They fucked me like that for a
few minutes but they couldn't cum anymore. Or at least they
couldn't cum like that. 

A couple of guys went around for thirds and then they just made
us pose for pictures for a while. Mostly we just posed together
but sometimes one or two of the guys would step in so that he
could get a picture of us sucking his cock and balls at the same
time, or with one of us sucking his cock and one of us eating his
ass. 

They finally got dressed and started leaving a few at a time. We
were pushed back into the rear of the van. We rode back to town
with boys fucking us or getting sucked off. I don't think anyone
had an orgasm though. They stopped up the street from my house
and Brian ordered us to get dressed. While we were dressing he
ordered us to go to Mr. Todd's house right after school tomorrow
or we would do this again. 

He told his sister to get out with me and take a shower at my
house before going home. I let Stacy out first and then I got out
slowly. I turned to face Brian once I was out of the van and in a
calm, quiet voice I said, "Brian, starting tomorrow I'll be
carrying my mother's pistol in my purse. If you or any of your
friends get within fifty feet of me I'm going to start shooting.
Look in my eyes Brian. I'm dead serious."

Brian turned bright red with anger and started to get out of the
van. As soon as his head was clear of the door I swung my book
bag and hit him right in the nose. He fell to the ground by the
curb and I kicked him in the side of the head. Then I took off
before his friends could pile out of the van.

Stacy and I ran to my house and locked the door. I dug into the
bag and pulled out the cell phone that Mr. Todd had given me. I
called him and said, "Your toady has a broken nose Todd. I'll be
looking for him next time. If he or anyone else that smells like
you comes near me I'll be carrying my mother's pistol and I'd
rather use it and explain to the cops why I shot the bastard than
have another party in that fucking barn. If you want all the shit
you are doing to come out then you just send someone else after
me or Stacy. Oh, and if someone starts shooting at your house at
night that will probably be me too."

He started to swear and threaten me but I hung up on him and he
didn't call back.

Stacy was scared but I didn't give a damn. I told her that I
would take care of her, and I would too. I got my mother's snub
nose 22 pistol out and made sure that it was loaded. For the next
month I carried it everywhere I went.

After our shower I held Stacy for a while. She was scared. She
wasn't just scared of going back to Mr. Todd's. She was afraid of
going home. She didn't know what Brian was going to do. I thought
that I might be able to do something about that. We got dressed
and I walked her home. Her folks were a little upset because it
was so late. But they weren't as upset as they would have been if
it was Brian because Stacy was always the perfect angel. Besides,
apparently a gang of kids had ganged up on Brian and kicked the
shit out of him. They were really concerned.

I went back to her room with her and while she was in her room I
went to Brian's room. He had an icepack on his face. When I
opened his door he saw me and jumped up. I couldn't tell if he
was going to hide or attack me. I made up his mind for him when I
pulled the pistol out of my pocket. His face turned white and he
put his hands up as if to say that he wasn't going to do
anything. 

I stepped into his room and said, "The first thing that I am
going to ask Stacy every morning is whether or not you were
fucking with her. If you so much as look at her funny I'm going
to put a bullet in your balls. And you know what you son of a
bitch? Once everything comes out I'm willing to bet that I'll get
away with it. What do you think?"

He hissed, "You crazy bitch! I ain't gonna touch her again! And I
already told Todd that I didn't want anything to do with your
crazy ass!"

He kept his word. By the time my mother and I moved to a better
neighborhood two months later Stacy was back to her old self. I
continued to carry the gun until the end of the school year, just
in case. But we never had another problem with Todd or any of his
toadys.

Not long after I moved out of the area, Stacy's father got his
disability approved. He got a big chunk of back pay and a small
but steady income. Stacy and I worked together to steer them into
a house not far from my new house. 

Stacy and I both have computers now and my grades have improved.
I knew that a computer was a big help but not just because it is
a good tool for research. My papers started getting better grades
and I know that it was just because they were printed on my
printer instead of handwritten. 

Don't misunderstand. My IQ didn't go up. Teachers just like neat.
My biggest problem now is that I still don't know what to do with
that money I have stashed. And the amount keeps growing. Stan
comes to visit about once every two weeks. Sometimes Stacy joins
us and he gives us five hundred apiece. Sometimes it is just me
and I get the whole thousand. I've got over six thousand now. I
guess I should open a savings account.

The End

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