Surrender
	All of my life, at least all that I can remember, I've had
trouble with them.  I'd cross the street rather than have to talk
to Renee or Sharon.  What was it that made her run away from
them?  I'm an eighth grader, for goodness sakes, I'd say to
myself.  Then, unbidden, a memory from fourth grade flashes
through my mind.

	I'm walking home from school and Sharon is there.  She was
sitting on the stone bridge, listening to the water as it went
by.  I want to fit in, so I sat down next to her, looking down at
the little stream.
	"What do you think YOU'RE doing?  This is my spot," she yells at
me.  Stunned, I just look at her as she gets up.  She looks mad,
although I have no idea why she would be so.  I finally stand up
just as she stands close in front of me.  "What's up with you. 
Don't you know when I want to be alone?  Get out of here!"  The
words sting.  I only wanted to be nice to her.  I don't really
know her, save from seeing her down the block from my house.
	The next thing I know I'm being shoved backwards.  Trying not to
fall, I stumble backwards.  Someone catches me, roughly throwing
me back towards Sharon.  My hands reach forwards, trying to catch
hold of her and not fall.  Her hands grab my blouse by the
shoulders, but my momentum is too much and my arms reach
forwards, grasping at her shirt.
	Her eyes are wide with shock.  I don't know why as she looks
down, and I follow her eyes.  In the struggle to stop myself, my
hands had come to rest holding onto her, gripping her shirt to
her chest.  I didn't realize it, but there were my hands, holding
tight to her undeveloped boobs.
	The world exploded as she slapped my face, hard.  "You Bitch!"
she screamed, "You Lesbo Bitch!  Who the fuck do you think you
are?!?"  I barely heard the words through the flurry of slaps and
fists.  A punch to my head from behind dropped me to my knees,
and a kick to my stomach laid me out on the ground.  I clearly
remember the texture of the cold black-top against my cheek as
they kicked and slapped me.  As I lay there, looking up at my
tormentors, I could see the other girl was Sharon's friend Renee.
	I remember the slaps stopping, the kicks loosing their force as
the girls got bored with beating me up.  At last, Renee grabbed
my hair and brought me to my knees.  Sharon looked me in the
eyes.  "You'd better not tell who did this, or you'll really be
in a load of pain, you lessie bitch."  If there was worse, I
couldn't picture it.  To add insult to injury, she spat in my
face before Renee threw me down.
	Nothing was broken, but I had to think up a story to tell my
mom.  I ended up keeping the secret, but it was a painful one;
I'd gotten bruises and scratches all over, and it took me weeks
to heal.

	Since then I'd avoided the two of them any way I could.  Even
when my younger brother was with me I wouldn't go where they
were.  Today I could see them sitting in someone's driveway. 
Sharon was in a checked button down shirt that was tied instead
of buttoned closed, and a short skirt.  Renee was in sweats; nice
sweats, but still just sweats.  They were sharing a bottle back
and forth between them.  I couldn't believe it; they were
DRINKING?  My parents didn't even drink much, so the thought of
two eighth graders doing so was ludicris to me.
	Renee stood up from the low half-wall that lined the property
and I saw the white rod between her fingers.  Drinking and
smoking??  Who did they think they were?  Didn't they know that
was a stupid way to kill yourself?  I had been about to cross the
street to avoid them, but I had to tell them about their
ignorance; how they'd kill themselves, acting like that.
	I steeled myself and walked up to them.
	"What do you two think you are doing?  Don't you know how bad
that is for you?"
	"Well lookie here!  It's the backstreet bitch," said Renee,
taking another drag from her cigarette.
	"How 'ya doin, sweetheart?"  Sharon stressed the last word,
turning a nice phrase into a nasty insult.  "You best get goin',
Renee's in a bad mood."
	"Yea, kiddie.  Unless you're lookin for a spankin, you'd better
hit the road."
	I turned to look at Renee.  "I'm no kid.  Look at you with your
cigarette dangling from your lips.  I'm more mature than you are,
you stupid toad.  At least I don't have to drink to feel grown
up."
	Lightning fast, her hand smacked into my face.  It stung as I
looked up into her eyes.  "You've been a good little girl since
we whooped you back a few years ago.  Go run to mommie before we
run you down."
	"Fine.  The world will be a better place without a slime like
you in it.  I'd never hang out with loosers like you anyway."  I
began to turn away, my bookbag bouncing over my shoulder, skirt
spinning in the air.
	"Stuck up bitch," called out Renee.  "I think you need some more
'learning."  She grabbed my blouse and I spun around towards her.
 I fell over the low wall and the world spun as I landed on my
back on the lawn, looking up at the two of them.
	Renee's hands held my blouse tight around me, her knuckles
pressing into my chest.  The grass was cool on my back, the stone
wall cold and hard under my legs.  I looked about for someone to
call to, but there was no one to be seen.  She sat down hard on
my stomach and the air blew out of my lungs.  The next thing I
knew her feet were on my arms, pinning me down.  "Nice," she
said.  "Just like a go cart."
	"Poor, little darling," said Sharon, kneeling by my head.  "Did
you faw down go boom?"  Panting for breath I couldn't answer. 
She looked down at me, "I know how to make you feel better. 
Here."  She poured some of the alcahol into my mouth.  I spat it
out quickly, the mess dribbled down my cheeks.
	"Open your mouth!"
	I shook my head.
	"I said open it.  Now!"
	I looked up at her, than at Renee.  There was nothing I could
do.  I opened my mouth.
	"You ever try this stuff?" asked Sharon, holding the bottle up
to me.
	"No.  I..." Her look stopped my reply.
	"Well, we can fix that."  She shoved the bottle into my mouth. 
The glass hit my lip and pressed into my teeth.  I could feel the
liquid splash my lips, running down my chin and onto my blouse.
	"Hey!  You spilled some.  That's no way to treat good alcahol,"
said Renee.
	Sharon, standing so high above me, just looked down, thinking. 
She grabbed my shirt and pulled lightly.  "Come," she said.  I
don't know why I followed her.  I should have run, but I hung my
head, meekly following her to the back yard.
	The half-wall of stone ran around the house, enclosing the small
back yard, which continued up a steep, tree covered hill.  She
sat me down on a wood chair next to the wall and pushed the
bottle in my hands.  "Drink it."
	I didn't want to, but one look at Renee and I knew I had no
choice.  I put the bottle to my lips and slowly lifted it.  I
took a sip; my first drink of alcahol.  The liquor was harsh and
too sweet, and I coughed when I breathed in the fumes, nearly
spilling some.
	"More," Sharon said.
	I pleaded with my eyes, afraid to speak, but when Renee raised a
hand to hit me I quickly took a drink.  I tried to put it down,
but Renee had grasped the bottom of the bottle and lifted, and I
found myself taking gulp after gulp of the horrible liquid.  I
could only think that it was a lucky thing that Mom wouldn't be
home 'till late tonight, or she'd smell the stuff on my breath.
	After a moment, the bottle came away as Renee pulled it from me,
splashing my white blouse again with the stuff.  At least I could
breathe again, I thought, until I tried and fell into a fit of
coughing.  I tried to get up, but coughing so hard I couldn't
manage, and found myself slumped back against the chair.
	"Ha," said Renee.  "Can't handle her liquor.  What a baby.  So
why's a baby like you wearing a bra?  You havn't earned one!"
	That hurt.  I looked down at my breasts.  I was small chested,
but not that bad.  Ok, so I'm a B-cup, and the two of them were
both larger than I am.  I'm still not a surf-board.  The cold
alcahol had made my blouse transparent, and you could see the
lace from my bra as clearly as if I wasn't wearing anything. 
"I've got breasts.  They may not be pendulus udders like you
have, but it's the shape that gets the guys."  I was proud of the
way that one hit them.  Mom used the "Pendulus Udders" remark
about the playboy girls, and often said the other one to me when
I thought no boy would want me.
	Then I saw Sharon.  She was mad, and it scared me.  In a quiet
voice, she said, "Take it off."
	I looked at her.  "No," I said, sounding quiet and afraid, even
to me.
	"Off."
	Her soft word scared me.  I looked up at her, then away.
	"off."  Almost a whisper.
	I reached back and un-snapped it, shakily trying to do the "Take
it off without taking off the shirt" trick.  My wet shirt
wouldn't let it slip past, and I only got stuck in a funny
position, the bottom edge of my breasts peeking down below the
slightly raised cups.
	"ALL THE WAY!" roared Renee.  I jumped, pulling the shirt over
my head, the bra coming with it.
	I sat there a moment, stunned.  My shirt had fallen a few feet
away, the bra tangled in it.  I looked at the pile of cloth, then
over at Renee.  A wave of dizziness swept over me, then
sensation.
	Sharon had grasped my nipples, which had been stainding out
thanks to the evaporating liquor.  She didn't hold them too
tightly, just firmly.  When I started to reach up to knock her
hands away, she tighened on them and I gasped in pain.
	"Hands down."  The quiet voice.  My hands dropped into my lap.
	"This is all you have to show?" she asked, lifting upwards one
at a time, kind of like my breasts were a slinky.  I giggled a
little, my head feeling muzzy from the alcahol.  She dropped them
and I looked down as they bounced a little.  I couldn't help
staring at the nipples; they tingled, and were sticking out
harder than usual.  I looked up.  Sharon had undone the knot
holding her shirt together and had pulled her right cup over her
breast.  "This is a tit.  Look at it."  I had to follow her
command.  Slowly her nipple began to crinkle as I stared.  She
leaned down closer to me, and I saw it swing towards my face. 
She unhooked her bra (it fastened in the front) and leaned over
me.
	They were huge.  Probably D cups, maybe more.  The next thing I
knew she was wacking me on my cheeks with her boobs.  I reached
up to stop her, but she took my hands in hers and rubbed her
boobs against my face, saying, "This is what a man wants.  You
want them too, hmm?  It isn't the first time you've grabbed
them."
	For a moment my brain stopped working.  Her breasts were so soft
as they stroked my face.  I could feel one hard nipple rubbing my
cheek, then reverse direction and one would appear on the other
cheek.  For half an instant I felt my head automatically turn in
towards it.  I froze, wondering about the strange desire to touch
it with my lips, but at that moment she pulled back.  "Get up,"
she said.
	I had to use my hands to stand; the world was tipping around me.
 She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me forwards.  "Do you like
the girls, baby?  Do you want to suck my tits?"
	"No.  I don't want..."
	"Yes you do," said Renee.  "I know you want us.  Look at your
nipples.  The're sticking way out.  And the way you looked at her
tits.  You liked it when she rubbed them in your face.  You're a
lessie."
	"No!"  I turned to her.  "I don't want this.  You..."
	"You lying bitch."  She was getting loud now.  "Tell me you want
us, NOW!"
	"No!"  I cried, then screamed as she grabbed my nipples,
twisting cruelly.
	She let go and I fell to my knees, tears streaming from my eyes
as I held my poor breasts.  After a moment, legs appeared in
front of me, and I looked up.  Sharon looked down at me.  I
started away from her as she reached for my head, but she paused,
then petted my hair.  I looked up at her, puzzled, as my breath
came in racking sobbs.
	"You do like it," she said calmly.  "You DO want something."
	I couldn't move.  She stroked my head again.  "Unbutton my
skirt."
	I looked up at her, her face serious.  Not angry... yet, but
deadly serious.  I didn't want to.  I looked around, but the only
one in sight was an angry Renee.  "Look, you've already done
stuff to me.  Let me go.  I won't tell."
	"No, you won't."  She was quiet again.  "Well?"
	I couldn't help it.  I opened her skirt and the cloth fell to
her feet.  She had on some brown silky looking panties, which
were right in line with my face.
	"Take a whiff.  I want you to know what a real woman smells
like."
	I looked up at her, shame and fear in my face, but she remained
impassive.  I leaned forwards and inhaled.  There was a sharp
smell coming from her panties.  It had a slight acrid edge, but
also a sweet undertone, like balsambic vinegar.  As I sat back on
my heels, I felt arms around me, trapping my hands to my sides as
Renee's hands grabbed my boobs.  I looked up at Sharon, then
gasped as Renee's hands began manipulating my breasts, lifting
them in circles, pinching the nipples lightly between her thumbs
and palms.
	Something must be mis-firing in my brain.  This isn't fun!  I
can feel my stomach tingling, that sweet sensation I get when I'm
at home, touching myself, dreaming of one boy or another as he
touches me.  She pinches both and lifts my breasts and catch
myself holding my breath, eyes closed.  She releases and I look
again, seeing Sharon dropping her panties, then sitting on the
wall, knees spread.
	"Come here and sniff me again."
	Renee pulls my nipples forwards and I fall onto my hands and
knees.  Leaning forwards a little I take a breath.  Renee is now
on my back in something of a wrestling position, her hands on my
breasts, her body paralell to mine with her knees landing on the
back of my calves.  My calves hurt from the pressure of her
weight and I move them to the sides as she slips in between them.
	Sharon's hands knot into my hair, pulling me forwards so that my
nose is milimeters from her fuzzy blonde slit.  Her scent fills
my world as I kneel there.  I wonder what she's done to me, what
she wants from me.  I know I should run.  I should grab my shirt
and get out as fast as I can, before this gets out of control.
	Renee is sliding backwards, her stomach pressing on my butt as
she lets go of my breasts.  I shake my head when I think that I
miss her hands on my boobs.  How could I?  What happened?  But
then I hear Sharon's voice again.	
	"Lick me."
	I stop.  Not just from moving, but my mind freezes.  I don't
want this.  I shouldn't do it.  I can't.  I...
	"Lick me."
	No.  I'm not gay.  I don't want to...
	Renee pushes off of me, and is now kneeling between my legs. 
She pushes me forwards as Sharon pulls, and I find my lips mashed
into her cunt.  Her labia are slightly parted because her legs
are so open, and as I am forced forwards the moist inside leaves
a sticky goo on my lips and nose.  I pull back, smelling her
scent as it sticks beneath my nose, and look up at her, begging
with my eyes for her to stop.  I open my mouth to ask, but a
string of her moisture spans my lips, and as I breathe in I
automatically clear it with my tongue.  Stunned by the taste of a
woman on MY mouth, I can't get myself to say anything.  My mouth
opens in revoltion and she pulls me back in, this time holding my
nose and mouth to her cunt, the wet slit surrounding my nose and
mouth, giving me no place to breathe.
	My body begins to tremble in fear.  "Lick me," she says.  In
fear of my life, I extend my tongue.  She lets me pull back
enough that my nose is free, but her hands keep my lips and
tongue employed.  I dare not stop licking, though my tongue is
beginning to hurt from wiggling in her privates.
	As I realize that I'm not going to die, I also notice that Renee
has her hands under my skirt.
	"She's wet," she says, and it's true.  Was it the fear that made
my body betray me?  I don't know why the liquid has begun to leak
from between my legs, but it has.  My panties are damp in the
front, and I want to reach back and get Renee's hands away from
there, but I can't move them or I'll fall.  The cool air hits the
back of my legs as she lifts the skirt onto my back.
	Oh No!  Renee's pulling down my panties.  I feel her fingers as
they hook under the panties and pull downwards.  The only sounds
I can make are squeels into Sharon's pussy as she bares my most
private place.
	Sharon moans as I lick her clit, and more lubrication flows down
my chin.  I moan as fingers dance on my vagina.  Then one splits
the lips and slides into my wet hole.  I've never had anything in
there before, other than a tampon, and it hurts as it stretches
me open.
	"Just as I told you.  She's a lesbian geek.  See how turned on
she is?"  I grunt as Renee pulls her finger out of my vagina,
wiping my goo all over my back.
	"What do we do with a lesbian geek?"  I hear her giggle as
Sharon begins to moan.  There's the sound of my bookbag being
flipped about.  "How about we see how she writes with her other
muscles?
	I hear the click as my pen is opened, then I shudder as I feel
the slim instrument pressed up into me.  Oh.  Smooth paper is
pressing against my butt and legs.  "C'mon girl.  Write us a
story."
	When I don't move enough for Renee, she reaches around and
tickles my clit, making me hunch, smearing the pen across the
paper.  Now both Sharon and I are moaning.  Then she stops and I
moan in frustration into Sharon's clit.  Her legs are beginning
to quiver, and her grip has tightened on my head, but Renee,
oblivious to it all, keeps talking.
	"Not bad.  For a dumb bunny.  But a bunny needs a tail... 
Perfect!"  I know exactly what she grabbed, even though I can't
see anything but Sharon's pussy in front of my face, and when I
look up, her shaking body, and her face with eyes shut tight, but
I know what she's got.
	Renee has my pom-pom pencil.  My favorite for class, it's about
half gone.  I idly wonder if she'll take the pen from my vagina
first.  It's sliding out on its own; I guess I must be really wet
down there.
	NO!
	NOT THERE!
	The tip of the pencil pushes easily past my anus, then slowly
glides inwards.  I clench my butt tightly to stop the invader,
but I can't stop it.  I feel the rough wood as it slides into me,
first at the entrance, then pressing into my sphincter.  Though I
clench tightly, Renee only needs to give the thin wooden probe a
little pressure and it slips inwards and continues unimpeded, to
where all I feel is the fullness of something giving an
unexpected pressure.  I feel the fuzz of the pom-pom touch my
butt and I know she has it in me all of the way.  I hear her
giggle at the site of it as the pen, unnoticed, slips from me
into the grass.
	Sharon jerks me into her crotch again and I realize I've stopped
pleasuring her.  I resume, flicking my tongue as fast as I can as
I feel Renee get out from behind me.  Looking up, I see that she
has taken a seat next to Sharon and is pulling at the blonde's
nipples, stretching her breasts upwards as she leans over to kiss
her.
	This seems enough to throw her over the edge, and she presses
herself into my mouth as sweet liquid floods from her vagina and
runs down my chin.  One, two, three times she shudders up into
me, her hands tight fists in my hair as she pulls my face into
her clit.  With a long, final groan, she lets me go.
	Gasping for breath, I fall back, my ass high in the air, my face
in the grass at her feet.  The grass whispers as Sharon kneels
down next to me, stroking my back, ending up at the pom-pom
sticking out of my butt.  She pulls it out and I moan at the
sensation.  My whole body is sensative; I could count the blades
of grass under my hard nipples, each stone in the dirt under my
knees.  She pulls at the zipper on my skirt and I feel it fall
away.  A tug at my panties and they slide to my knees.  A small
prod and I lift my knees; they slide to my shins, then to my
feet.  Her fingers tickle across my soles gently as she removes
the sandals and takes the panties away too.
	I lie there naked, completely in her power.  Calm again, I look
over at her beautiful face, her breasts barely hidden beneath the
open shirt.  She's got the pencil in her fingers, holding it just
below the pom-pom.  She is so beautiful, I think to myself, then
wish I hadn't.  She just raped me.  How can I desire her.  Why do
I want her so much?  To take me again, make me her lover?
	Her hand strokes my back, turning the curve of my butt and I
shudder with delight at the touch.  Her fingers slide to the
crack of my butt, then fingers slide up my moist crevice and
tease my clit.  I jump up to my knees at the sensation, and as I
look forwards I see a bushy brunette's crotch waving by my face.
	"But..."
	"My turn, little Bunny!"  Renee's face is cruel as she holds my
face to her slick cunt.  I close my eyes in shame as my tongue
snakes out again to lick her.  Her flavor is not as sweet as
Sharon's, I think.  Then a hand grabs my hair and pulls.
	"Look at me while you're licking.  I want to look into your eyes
the whole time you're eating me."  I look up at her, my neck
hurting from the position.  I reach forwards and hold onto her
legs, curling my back and the position is a bit less
uncomfortable.
	I realize I must be a sight; my ass is sticking way up with my
back curved like this.  Then I jump as Sharon presses the pencil
back into my ass.  Ohhhh...  My eyes close as I feel myself being
filled again.  I couldn't even try to slow it down this time; it
slid right in.  The pom-pom is tickling my ass, and Sharon is
tickling my vagina.
	Renee grabs my hair again and I re-open my eyes.  I hold myself
in place, licking, sticking my tongue into her.  Somewhere in my
soul I feel myself cracking, my sense of self-reliance and
self-worth shrivelling.  How have I become the toy of these two
women?  I look up into Renee's eyes and feel my heart, my soul
drain out of me.
	I was looking into those cruel brown eyes when Sharon thrusts
her finger into my vagina.  Does Renee know what happened?  Her
finger feels huge.  I hug Renee's legs tightly as the finger
dives deeper and deeper into me.  My muscles automatically clamp
down on the finger, and I nearly scream as she thrusts it in and
out of me.
	I keep licking, watching Renee without seeing, my attention
fully upon my insides.  I feel the strong finger wiggling around,
then sliding out and flicking my hypersensitive clit.
	What?!?  Voices?  I try to get up, but Renee's hands hold my
head in place, her bare feet rising up to land on my back.
	"What's goin' down, Sis?"  says a deep male voice.
	Noooooooooooo.  That's Pete, her brother.  Three years older
than any of us, he's a Junior at school, a hunk, and now he can
see me completely nude with my face burried in another girl's
cunt.
	"This is my new girl.  She's a bit unexpected, but a nice
acquisition.  We're calling her bunny.  What do you think?"
	"Nice tail.  Nice ass too.  In the mood to share?"
	Renee pulls my hair again and I resume licking, scared of where
this is going.  I try to listen, but Renee closes her legs on my
head and I can't hear anything anymore.  I concentrate on
licking, hoping to finish her off quickly.  She begins to shudder
and her eyes close, then open again, looking into mine before
moving to my ass.
	Renee's legs begin to vibrate against my cheeks as she closes in
on an orgasm.  Someone, hopefully Sharon, is behind me again. 
Fingers tease my vagina and I moan into Renee's cunt.  Her feet
push down on my bare back as she begins to buck into my face, her
hands pulling my hair, forcing my sucking lips around her hard
clitoris.  Her feet push harder on my back, arching it further,
and something big presses at my vaginal opening.  I try to yell,
but Renee's grip keeps my lips firmly in her pussy.
	Uhhh.  A shallow thrust.  Someone's pushing a log between my
legs!  I try to straighten up, to move out of the way, but
reducing the arch pushes me back at him.
	Ohhhhhhhh.  I feel the taper of the head of a penis enter me.  I
try to move to the side, but hands hold my hips, and I can't
move.
	Nuuhhh.  Renee bucks into my head as she comes, pushing me back
against my assailant.  Another thrust and I feel his hips on the
back of my legs, his stomach pushing at the pom-pom, driving the
pencil into me.
	Back he pulls, then into me again.  I am sooo full.  His penis
feels like it will come out of my mouth, it's so long.  I bet you
can see it pushing at my belly-button from inside.  And it's so
thick!  I've never had one before, but this feels like a soda-can
between my legs.  If I hadn't been teased for the past hour, I'd
bet I'd have been ripped clean open.
	Renee finally comes down from the high and lets me pull my head
from her crotch.  She slides down the edge of the wall and lands
in front of me, pulling my face to her naked breast.  I try to
tell whoever is fucking me to stop, but the words barely begin
before she slips a nipple in my mouth, holding my head with one
hand and hugs my chest to her belly with the other.
	I try to call out.  I try to fight, but she looks down into my
eyes and smiles that cruel smile.  Helplessly I suck on her
nipple, my sense of self seeping away.  The dick slides into me,
tickling points unknown inside of me.  Each stab shifts the
pencil in my sensitive anus.  Each thrust and his balls slap into
my down-turned clit.  My nipples are little rocks rubbing with
each thrust into Renee's soft inner thighs.  Her hand leaves the
back of my head and curls around my side, coming between my
thighs, then stroking upwards at the limits of her reach.
	I hear my lover groan behind me.  "I'm close," he says.
	Then I realize what is happening.  He's about to cum.  He's
going to cum in my unprotected pussy.
	I freeze as a chill runs through me.  I'm unprotected.  A virgin
doesn't need to be on the pill!  And I could get pregnant.
	Slap... slap... slap... his balls, full of potent sperm tickle
my clit.  That long penis will put the little wiggling things
right at my cervix.
	Ungh!  I mumble into the nipple that fills my mouth.  Don't cum!
 Don't cum!  Or pull out!  Spray on my back!  I feel you!  Your
penis is stretching me, filling me so full!  It is throbbing
there, deep in my belly, ready to fill me with your seed, to make
me pregnant!
	Her heels wrap around my legs, pulling me tightly into her,
forcing my back into an even deeper arch.  His next thrust is
therefore deeper then before.  I feel the head pulse next to my
cervix.  His hand shakes as he holds my hips tight to him before
pulling almost out, then thrusting in to me, holding me deeply.
	Nohuhuh.  The first shot is so strong that I distinctly feel it
travel down his penis and smack into my cervix.  This can't be
happening.  Ungh.  Another pulse.  I reach up to feel his balls,
so heavy and full of cum.  Beneath them is Renee's hand, suddenly
coming to life, rubbing tight circles around my clit.
	GaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  I feel the orgasm curl
my toes.  With the second contraction an inhuman strength throws
my arms down, pushing me up and back, and Pete finds himself
sitting back on his heels as my vagina pounds down into his dick.
 He grabs my breasts, holding me upright as he shoots yet another
load of sperm deep into my belly.  My muscles tighten on his
penis, and simultaneously on the pencil in my ass.  I'm clutching
at him so hard that his cum can't slip from my overfull pussy out
around him.  Renee reaches forwards, rubbing my clit to prolong
my orgasm.  I can picture my muscles, milking Pete's cock of
every drop of the potent syrup, the contractions pulling his seed
high into my firtile womb.  I can almost picture the egg,
surrounded by millions of hungry sperm.
	As a little devil danced on my shoulder, I feel something inside
me break.  Who am I?  Why am I here?  What am I to do?
	Sharon appears before my eyes, and I grasp a hold of her, my
balance upon Pete's dick is precarious.  My hips are hunching as
Renee still tickles my now hypersensitive clit.  "Welcome to my
arms, my little plaything.  You are mine.  All mine."  I feel my
shredded will re-form to her.  She loves me.  She'll care for me.
 I want her, and I show it as I lean forwards and kiss her long
and hard on the lips.
