Chapter 14

As if from a dream, Olivia heard a persistent tapping noise. Her overworked body refused to wake up fully, and through the dull half-sleep from which she was being pulled, the tapping continued. Stop with the tapping, her brain screamed.

It wasn’t a dream, the tapping was real. As her brain registered the noise, Olivia knew what it was, Steve was outside her window tapping to wake her up. She wanted to scream out, “Go away!” Her mother would most certainly wake up to that, if she wasn’t awake already from Steve’s incessant tapping.

I better get up before she wakes up! Reluctantly drawing back the covers, Olivia climbed out of the safety of her bed, and lumbered over to her window. She felt cranky for being dragged out of such a deep and wonderful sleep, and also because her body protested this disturbance with every step.

Sliding open the latch, Olivia pulled the window open and saw Steve’s face staring back at her, looking a little miffed.

“What’s with the locked window? I thought we had an arrangement?” he questioned. Steve made no effort to hide the annoyance in his tone as he stood there with his arms crossed waiting for his young neighbor to tend to his needs.

He reached up to push the window wide open, but found Olivia’s hand holding the window only partially open. “Hey, what the hell? What gives Liv?”

“Steve, not tonight. I can’t,” she whispered through the partially open window. Olivia knew she had to be tough, saying “no” to sex was something she really hadn’t done much of.

“What? You’re kidding right? You said anytime, anywhere, and I want it right now and right here. Or if you want, we can do it out here under the stars. Either way I want you right now.” He was trying to be charming in a bullying sort of way.

Olivia could hear the slight slurring in his words, he’d been drinking again. She was becoming his after-party fuck, which wasn’t the worst thing for her to be, but she also didn’t have much experience with drunk people and didn’t know if he could be talked away.

“Steve, I said I can’t tonight. We’ll have to do it another time, ok?” she said and started to close the window.

Steve’s hand shot out and grabbed onto the edge of the window, preventing her from closing it. “No, it’s not ok, I want sex right now!”

“Steve, keep your voice down!” she barked as loudly as she thought she could get away with. “If you wake my mother, you’re dead meat. And I’ll let you explain to her why you’re trying to get into my room at two in the morning!”

“I’ll just tell her, her daughter’s a slut. I’ll spill the beans on you,” he said with something close to venom in his voice.

“Really? You think you can threaten me? I may be the kid here Stephen, but I know one thing. The guy with more to lose doesn’t make the threats. I told you I can’t tonight. I didn’t say we can’t do it tomorrow, or tomorrow night, whatever you want. It just can’t be right now,” Olivia replied sternly. She was the one in the position of power, and it was a standoff she was going to win. It was just a matter of time before he saw it her way.

“Listen to you, my little tramp next door telling me what we are or aren’t going to do.”

“Steve, enough, just go home and get some sleep. I know I need sleep badly, you probably do too. Please just go home,” she said as she tried pushing the window closed. His hand hadn’t moved and he was too strong for her to be able to force it closed.

“Look Liv, you know you want it, and so do I, badly. Just let me in for a little while, it’ll be sexy, I know it. Come on Liv, please?”

He was the one giving ground it seemed and Olivia knew she was going to win this confrontation. It was funny, a fight over not having sex, and she was the one who was going to win the fight! “Sorry Steve, it’s my final decision, now go home!” Olivia expected the next thing out of his mouth to be him agreeing to leave her alone, but that was where her experience with drunks fell tragically short.

“You don’t get to tell me where to go! You’re just a kid, and a silly little slut too! Now open this window so I can come in there and fuck you! Or come out here and I’ll fuck you on this lounge chair if you want instead!”

“Steve, no! Now go away before you wake up more than just my mother, then you’ll really be screwed. I’ve made my decision and I’m not having sex with you tonight and that’s final!”

“Open this window or else!”

Olivia was tired and grumpy, and was really quite done with this argument. She found a strength in her that she didn’t know she had. “Steve! This conversation is over! I know you’re tired and frustrated, I’m tired too, and I’m going to bed. You should too!” she barked, and yanked on the window. Steve’s strong hand wouldn’t let go. “Steve, let go of my window and go home!”

“No. I’m not going home until you fuck me, and that’s final!”

“You really want to do this Steve? You really want to push it this far? If you want to see who’s got the bigger set of balls here Steve, I’m game.”

“Really? And just how big are your balls Liv?”

“I have your sperm in my bed sheets Steve. If you wake up my mother and fuck up my fun, I’ll say you climbed into my window and raped me. My mother will call the police, they’ll check your DNA and find it in my sheets. At the very least you’ll be charged with statutory rape. You’ll fuck up my fun and it’ll fuck up your life. We both lose. It doesn’t have to be like this Steve. Just go home and I promise you, I’ll make it up to you please?” she pleaded.

Steve was quiet for almost a whole minute while Olivia just stared at him, looking for any sign of what he was going to do. “Alright, you win. You win. You win,” he said through gritted teeth.

Olivia found his hand slipping away from the window as he backed away slowly, staring at her the whole time. His expression was blank. Olivia couldn’t tell if he was furious, understanding, or apathetic. Was he still horny and looking for a fuck? Probably, but she couldn’t give a shit at the moment. Her bed was calling and her body was screaming for rest. He can have his fun when I’m ready. I’m not his toy. I fuck when I want to, not when he decides. I’m a pretty accommodating person when it comes to sex, but that’s pushing it too far.

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It was a labor of love as Olivia sat there in front of her computer with the first rays of morning sunshine bursting through her window. Of course it was still locked thanks to Steve’s drunken episode the previous evening, and one that still left her feeling unsettled. It helped to devote her attention to the something fruitful, like going through the list of names of guys she’d been with the previous day, counting the totals and entering them into a spread sheet.

Olivia told her mom she was doing a summer project for school as she sat at her computer that morning, albeit on a cushion since her pussy was so raw and tender. She would have loved to know which names went with what existing email addresses she had. The new ones, if she was reading Carl’s chicken scratch correctly, would have the name and the email address with it. That was a big “if” given his dreadful handwriting.

Olivia had a naughty thought as she typed in the next name on the list, what if I screw up interpreting this and I send an invitation for sex to the wrong person? That might be fun, you never know who’ll show up!

The numbers seemed ridiculous without a copy of the video in hand as she entered the info. Three pages, front and back with first names and ages. Is it even possible all these guys really took part? There was over two hundred names there, and she wasn’t even done entering them all!

The ages part was kinda fun. They ranged from guys in their early twenties to ones in their fifties! If Carl wanted her to work on that age list, he’d done a good job of getting her all the data she needed. Although without knowing who was who, it was just a meaningless compilation of names. That’s all they were really in the end, nameless, faceless, meaningless. Just another scratch mark on her bedpost, another dick to fill her insatiable appetite. None of them meant anything to her, well… except for the ones she knew like Sam, and some of the new guys like Andy. All the rest were just relevant to her conquest and nothing more.

Olivia wrapped up entering the names from Carl’s pages, and then started a new spread sheet. The leftmost column contained ages from 10 down to 90. They were the extreme limits of ages she figured she could put down that she might legitimately be able to have sex with. She might be able to push it a digit or two in either direction, but even the range she already had seemed to stretch reality beyond any practical boundary. Beside the appropriate number, she entered the names of those from the pages, and then the ones of the guys she’d already been with and whom she knew their ages already.

It was an interesting demographic once she had all the names down beside their respective ages, along with those she knew from previous encounters. There were so many she didn’t know, and as she stared at the numbers realized how much fun it was to analyze all this. Beyond sixty, there were no names at all, likewise with ten to twenty save for Nick whom she thought was fourteen. Most of the guys were in the late thirty range up to the mid fifties, after that it petered out or were nonexistent at all. It might have been the exposure she’d had through Carl to a certain age range, or more likely she filled a fantasy older guys have for the whole forbidden love/Lolita thing and they were naturally attracted to her. Why she didn’t have that many younger guys on her list was something the Queen felt compelled to correct, even if it was just her sudden interest in seeing that many names staring her in the face.

Olivia totaled up all the names on the first list she’d compiled, the “Carl” list. Two hundred-twenty-nine names, over half of them with a “new” asterisk beside them. It’s like the first romp at Eddy’s motel; where are all these guys coming from? Olivia rechecked her numbers because it just didn’t seem possible.

How many fucked me? How many did I blow. Shit, how many did Stacy blow? All of them? How many did she fuck? Wow, forget the two “L’s” we each have, that’s child’s play compared to this! Olivia updated her sex log with the total number of guys that were there, and supposedly she’d been with, but the real number of guys she’d had in her pussy and the number she’d sucked off were just a guess. It was getting scary, over the last few days she’d been a part of two different gang bangs, the first one she was passed out for, and now this one with more guys than she could keep track of. All she could go by from the other night when she and Stacy had been pseudo-kidnapped, were the numbers Carl estimated.

Now here she was again with a list of names Carl supplied, how accurate were they? Without the video it could all be bullshit. Olivia knew what she saw and as she’d lain there on the bed with a seemingly endless line of guys with their lubed up cocks ready to slide into her body, she knew it was a lot. They’d all done the same thing, slide in and pump hard for no more than thirty seconds to a minute, and then make room for the next guy in line. It wasn’t just one group of guys either, it was as many guys as they could fit inside the little motel room, with all the rest of them waiting outside for their turn.

Olivia knew Emily’s dad had come back around three times and she was about as certain as she could be that he’d fucked her cunt twice, shooting his load into the bowl for her to drink, and then jizzed down her throat for his third time. Maybe that’s what all the other guys were doing? Getting back in line and maybe giving Carl a different false name every time. Maybe there wasn’t over two hundred guys, but the same forty or fifty rotating in and out?

It was all bullshit anyway, the Queen didn’t care all that much if they were new, or old, or anything other than hard. As long as they were there to please her was all that mattered. Well not really, Olivia thought, the Queen was her excuse for giving in to her urges. Anytime she felt a hormonal urge to have sex, she put the responsibility on the Queen. The Queen made her do all these things; made her want to have sex with all these guys, and for the first time, Olivia started questioning her motives. Not her actions, but the motivation behind it. It was a subtle thing, and pretty much meaningless in the big scheme. But it made her think about things.

She’d decided on this path to see if she could recreate her dream and see if it was everything she hoped it would be. And so far it was and more, but what were her goals now? Not just her immediate goals of having sex every day, and the “more the merrier” as Carl had first put it, but where was it going? Would she still be trying to keep track of every guy she fucked a year from now? Or two? Or five? If she’d done over two hundred guys in two weeks, how many would that be by the time she got to high school? Thousands obviously.

She’d already fucked up and had sex with one of her friend’s dads, where would it end? Her neighbor was coming over almost nightly for sex. How long would it be before he started bringing friends with him? She already knew Carl didn’t like the idea of her having any days off. Hell, for all she knew he was charging money at the door last night. Where was her cut?

Olivia’s mood was starting to sour, and her aching body wasn’t doing a thing to try and curb that emotion. Saving her files and turning off her monitor, Olivia set about having some kind of day that would clear her mind.

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“Hi Stace, how are you?” she asked. Her phone had been buzzing all morning long, and she’d ignored them all, until she saw Stacy calling.

“Hi Liv, I’m good. Sore as hell but I’m good. Did you see the text from Emily?” Stacy asked. Her voice sounded as tired as she herself felt.

Text from Emily? Warning bells! “No I didn’t. I’ve pretty much been ignoring my phone all day. It’s been going nuts too. What did Emily say?”

“She’s inviting us over to her place for a barbeque and a sleepover tonight. Do you wanna go?”

Stacy’s voice sounded as bubbly as ever, even despite everything she went through the day before Olivia thought. “Out of the blue like that huh? I don’t think Emily’s parents have ever let her have a sleepover before?”

“Yeah, now that you mention it, I think you’re right. So should we go?”

“I don’t know Stace, what do you think?” Olivia asked, hoping Stacy would say something about seeing Emily’s dad at the motel yesterday.

“Well you know her dad is going to say something, or try something with us.”

“So you knew?” Olivia asked somewhat surprised.

“Of course, we were chatting for some time while he waited in line for you. I was mostly just stroking him, but I still got him hard with my mouth three times. He’s one horny guy, kept coming back for more. I’m guessing Emily’s mom doesn’t compare to us, or at least that’s what he kept saying to me. I thought he was just trying to suck up you know.”

“So did you… fuck him?”

“Yeah, I sat on his cock while I blew some other guy. That was pretty much my whole day yesterday. Get fucked just enough to get the guys close to cumming, and then you get the cum-shot. I had a few who couldn’t hold back, but most didn’t cum in me. You were the lucky one for that!”

“Stace, I’m kinda surprised, you were so adamant the other day about not having sex anymore. You even said something to the effect of it possibly affecting our friendship, what happened?” Olivia sat there on her bed with her free hand rubbing the soothing cream Dr. Sanders had prescribed for her before the accident, into her inflamed vagina. It was making her kitty feel a world better.

“I don’t know. I guess I kind of missed it. Sounds weird I know. When Carl ordered me to be ready the day you had to bail and beat your mom home, I was already close to caving in. When he picked me up I just let it all go and went with it. I had a ball and so I guess I just finally relented and gave in to my inner voice.”

“Inner voice? What are you talking about Stace?” Now Olivia was even more confused. Did she have a “Queen” running around in her head too?

“Liv, there’s plenty about me you don’t know… well not about me in particular, but about my family. I’ve never told you this and my parents have no idea I know this, but Katie and I have talked about it, and we’re pretty sure mom and dad are swingers.”

“Swingers? They have sex with other couples? Seriously?” Olivia asked incredulously. She was reclined back on her bed and with her bathrobe on, her right hand down her granny panties while she gently worked the cream into her sore pussy. She could make out the outline of her nipple rings through her thin t-shirt. Damn they look hot!

“I’ve overheard them, and they’re constantly going out at night, and taking the dog with them. You know I’ve told you we’ve caught our mom fucking the dog before and I heard at least one other male voice in my parents room before so I’m pretty sure my mom was fucking some other guy in front of my dad!”

“Holy shit Stace! No wonder you’re such a little sex freak! It runs in the family!” Olivia could feel her arousal building. Her fingers as they applied the cream were making her feel really good, and the news about the Bennett’s wasn’t hurting things either.

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to avoid it all this time. I’ve been getting these urges for a while now and then when I started with Brutus, well I kinda knew something like this was inevitable. Then it was you and Carl, and everything that followed…, well I just wanted to avoid what I knew was about to happen, even though I saw the writing on the wall.”

“Then your tattoo is pretty much perfect then. You are a slave to the boner!”

“The meat missile!”

“The twig and two berries!”

“Ha ha, alright, I think we’ve cornered the market on names for dick. So what about tonight? Should we go?” Stacy asked.

“I’m so sore Stace, I don’t really want to leave the house, even if I wasn’t worried about Emily’s dad wanting to have sex with us.”

“Come on, it could be fun. It would be hilarious if he tried something with us!”

“Well of course he’s going to try something. Why else would Emily suddenly be having a sleepover?”

“In his own house? Do you really think he’d be so bold?”

“Guys think with their little heads Stace. They think about the consequences after.”

“Well I wouldn’t mind getting a piece of his little head again!”

“Listen to you! One minute you’re swearing off sex, and the next you want to mess around with Emily’s dad!”

“What? It’s not like we haven’t already been with him already. I was with him in both ends, you too I think?”

“Yeah, I didn’t notice him at first, but I remembered the tattoo he had on his forearm when he came back the second time, or maybe it was the third? I probably still wouldn’t have recognized him if he hadn’t said something. I mean the last thing I would have expected was one of our friend’s dads to be there in line to shove his cock into me.” Her fingers were slowly tracing up and down her tender labia, the soothing cream made her feel all tingly and warm down there.

“Liv, is your mom home still?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“She can’t hear you can she?”

“No I don’t think so. I hear the water running, I think she’s in the shower,” Olivia replied as she finished applying the last dab of cream into her labia. She was juicy down there, and it wasn’t just from the cream. Sex talk always did this to her, and the discussion about Emily’s dad was getting the engine revved up, and as horny as she was feeling, Olivia knew she needed the healing time.

“That’s good. I think your mom would have a coronary if she heard you say the work “cock” or talking about having sex.”

“Yeah, no shit. She’s such a prude. I don’t know how I was ever born. I might have been like the immaculate conception or something. She’s never had one boyfriend that I know of since my dad split. Speaking of boyfriends, you should have heard her talking to Mr. Fraser at the mall the other night. She was falling all over herself trying not to sound dorky. It was hilarious!”

“Your mom likes Mr. Fraser?” Stacy asked excitedly.

“It seemed like it.”

“That’s so awesome! We should totally try and set her up with him!”

“Forget it, I want him!”

“Ha ha ha. That’s so cool. Oh hey, my mom is calling me. I got to go. Call me later and let me know if you want to go to Emily’s sleepover.”

“I’ll think about it. Call you later!”

Olivia hung up and put her phone on the charger, and then went to have a long hot bath.

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“Hey Carl, can I come hang out with you tonight? My body is still aching and I could use a little relief if you get my drift?” Olivia was reclining on the couch in front of the TV trying to find a comfortable position that would make her body feel the least amount of discomfort.

“I thought you were going over to your friend’s house for a sleepover? At least that was what Stacy told me you two were doing.”

Carl’s voice always sounded calm and collected, even when discussing what would surely be an attempt by Emily’s dad to fuck her tweenage cunt. “I’m trying to get out of it. You know he’s going to try something with us, otherwise why would our friend who’s never had a sleepover before suddenly get permission from her parents to have one the day after her dad fucks me and Stace?”

“Sounds like an opportunity you shouldn’t miss out on! Even if it’s just for laughs,” he said with a chuckle.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one who got her pussy pounded by a ton of guys last night!” Olivia replied while glancing down between her legs, imaging it was last night again and another cock was heading towards her love tunnel.

“That was pretty cool my dear. I bet you’re pretty eager to see the video huh?”

“Actually I am. I want to see if it’s really as many guys as you wrote down.”

“What? You think I made them all up?” he asked.

“No, it’s just that one guy came around three times and I was wondering if he gave you three separate fake names or something, or if any of the other guys might have done something like that?”

“I don’t think so, I was standing there at the door the whole time. But, now that you mention it, I suppose a couple of guys could have done that. But what would be the point? It’s not like I was charging them money or anything.”

Well that answers that question, Olivia thought. She’d wondered if Carl was making money yesterday on her efforts. It wouldn’t be like him to let her pussy go for free though. She still had doubts. “It just seems like there were way more guys there than you’d think would show up.”

“Are you kidding? To get a fine piece of ass like yours? Tell me, how many people did you email, or text, or whatever it was you did to put out the word?” He sounded excited, like he was pointing out the obvious to the dumbest person on earth, and enjoying rubbing it in their face.

“Everybody. Like everyone on my email list,” Olivia said while absently picking at her thumbnail. The pink nail polish was chipping off and it needed attention. She realized she’d been so busy lately with her exploits, that she’d forgotten the little details, like keeping her nails painted nicely, and checking to see if she had any stubble growing down below, and…, and…, what else was there? Oh shit! I forgot to take my pill today!

“And how many was that?” Carl asked, not realized his precious little whore had just leapt off the couch.

Olivia hurried to her room and ripped the bottom drawer out of her dresser and grabbed for the plastic bag with her dispenser of pills in it. In the background she could hear Carl as her if she was still there. Without responding she frantically pulled out the pack and started counting the pills. Did I take my pill yesterday? I think I did. Oh shit, did I? Olivia popped the pill out and hurried back down the hall towards the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“Olivia! Are you still there?” Carl yelled into the phone.

“Yes, I was just panicked. I forgot to take my pill today and I was worried I’d forgotten yesterdays too, but I’m pretty certain I did,” she said as she poured a glass of water and swallowed down the tiny little pink pill.

“No worries kid, you can be a few hours late, just as long as you take it the same day you’re supposed to. Now if you forget until the next day, well then you’re fucked.”

“Really? Like fucked how?” Olivia asked suddenly nervous and scared again.

“Like you can’t have safe sex until the following month.”

“Aw shit no, really?” Olivia asked as she stared out the window. Her pool looked so inviting in the afternoon sun. But hanging out at Carl’s meant relief from her body’s aches. He always had something she could take that would make her feel good all over.

“No, you’re fine, it’s still today. Just take tomorrow’s pill on time like usual and you’ll be fine,” he said pausing for only a second before continuing on. “So how many was it? That you contacted about the party?”

Feeling some relief at Carl’s assurance, Olivia answered, “Like four or five hundred.”

“And how many names were there on my list?”

“Two hundred and twenty-nine,” she answered sheepishly, realizing that he was right, like usual.

“Yeah and how many were new that weren’t on your list before?”

“I didn’t count, but a lot.”

“So they guys that came brought friends? Right? And that surprises you?”

“I guess not, it just seemed impossible that so many guys would show up at the drop of a hat like that,” Olivia responded as she headed back into the living room and spread out onto the couch again. A little grunt escaping her lips as her weight came down onto her bottom.

“Wow, you really are sore aren’t you?” he asked with some degree of concern. An out-of-commission whore was of no use at all to him. Time to fix her up, he thought.

“I told you I was. So can I come over to your place and hang out?” she asked for the second time during their prolonged phone call.

“I have a better idea. Why don’t I fix you up and then you can go to your sleepover with Stacy?”

“I’d much rather hang out at your place and watch the video from yesterday, that’s if Larry has a copy of it available?”

“You realize if you come over here, and I get Larry to bring the video over, we’re going to get all horny watching you in that video, and you’re going to get fucked all over again, right? You do understand that, right?”

“Will it just the two of you? You don’t have anyone else coming over do you?” Olivia asked. Two guys she might be able to handle, given the right chemical cocktail. Anymore than two and her body would be out of commission even longer.

“Ahhh, weighing the options huh? I think I can promise that it’ll just be the two of us. But I’d much rather have you go over to your friend’s house a little fucked up and see what happens there if you really want the truth!”

“Why would you want that? It could be dangerous. What if one of my friends finds out? What if Emily’s mom catches us? I’d be busted, my mom would find out and everything would come crashing down.”

“Come on, you’re a smarter girl than that. Just go and see what happens, besides, time is ticking. Why don’t I meet you at the motel and I can fix you up there, you know they whole “nobody will see me picking you up in my car” thing, and then you can go over to your friend’s house?”

“Carl, I really don’t want to go. Seriously, I’d much rather have you fix me up and just do nothing than risk finding out why Emily’s dad is seemingly pushing Emily into having this sleepover.”

“How about we play it by ear? I’ll meet you at the motel and get you right. Maybe you can use your wily charms and convince me to hang with you for the night. How’s that?”

“Deal, meet you there when, say half an hour?”

“See ya then.”

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When Carl fixes up a girl, he sure does it right! Olivia thought as Carl’s thick cock slowly penetrated into her rectum. He’d given her something he called Oxycontin and then a slathering of his coked up finger into her tender twat. By the time he was done, she was flying as high as a kite and as sore as she was when she arrived at her pleasure-dome, she was feeling no pain now.

Nobody had fucked her ass the day before and even though her muscles down there had been aching all day, everything seemed fine in the world now as his fat head popped through her ring of muscle and slowly worked its way forward.

“That feels so nice Carl. Wouldn’t you like to do this all night long?” she purred, hoping to get him to convince her not to send her over to Emily’s house. His hands felt so comfortable on her hips as he pushed his thick cock further into her ass. He’d used a bottle of water to clean her out first, warming it up in the microwave and then gently sticking the plastic nozzle into her rectum before squeezing the contents into her colon. It felt surprisingly nice as the warm water filled her up. He repeated the procedure two more times after she waddled over to the toilet before spilling her bowels into the porcelain receptacle.

There was still one tube of lube stuffed in the top drawer, along with her “slut” clothes, and assorted email addresses from yesterday. Hey, there’s Andy’s email! she beamed as she leafed through the scraps of paper, standing there naked while Carl waited for her on the bed, naked and fat and hairy. He wasn’t sexy in anyone else’s eyes but hers. He meant more to her than any other male figure she’d ever had in her life. He was her inspiration, her accomplice, her facilitator, and the benefactor of everything her sluttiness had to offer; and right now she was offering her ass to his thrusting cock.

“You know kid, as much fun as yesterday was, that water bottle enema gave me an idea,” he said as he buried his cock all the way to the hilt. He could feel his pubes crush as they nestled between her perfect ass cheeks.

“Why do I get the feeling this involves me getting gang fucked again? Not that I’m complaining or anything,” she said with a half-laugh as she lay there on her side with her knees tucked up and Carl’s fat body pressed tightly up against hers. His beefy right hand was gently pinching and squeezing her right nipple, rolling the golden ring around as her pert nipple hardened. The feeling was divine, as well as what she was experiencing down below. Sex was even more amazing when it could be enjoyed in a nice relaxed setting like this. The gang bang was fun for other reasons, mostly because she could act as slutty as the Queen wanted her to be. But this…, this was heaven.

“Well, you know how we had you drink all that cum down?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, what if we returned all that cum back into your body and then let it pour out of you, and then had you drink it down then after.”

“I tried that already with Andy. He had me so full that I was overflowing! It was pretty cool actually. He had me lie on my back and then he rolled my legs back up until my knees were beside my head. My pussy was pointing straight up in the air and then he did this weird thing with his finger while he was fucking me, it made my pussy open up like a flower. That’s when he started pumping me full of his cum. It was amazing! You saw it, the guy can cum a ton! I already told you all this, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but I never get bored listening to you tell your tales,” he mused as he pushed forward again. Her gloriously snug asshole swallowed his tool like a red hot glove. Her body was magical the way it could please a man. She was so sexy and innocent all wrapped up into one package. She was physically perfect and she was his to do with as he pleased. And as long as he played his cards right, she would be pleasing him for years to come. It was a fine line, the game he was playing with her. He wanted her to achieve her lofty goals, the ones she screamed out in the throes of passion several times already. She claimed to want to do everything, and damn near everybody she could lay her hands on. That included even dangerous things like neighbors, teachers, and even parents of friends, as was the case with this girl Emily. How he ended up here in this room with his cock wedged in her daughter’s friend was of no consequence to Carl. He’d taken the risk by doing it, more than once according to Liv he recalled. That genie was out of the bottle, now it was time to play with the genie.

But for the time being, it was the “do everything” he was thinking about, and she had given him inspiration once more. “Yeah, but there’s one problem with that my dear, that Andy guy could fill your pussy all on his own. Where would we put a bucket-full like you drank down?”

Olivia thought about what Carl was suggesting and realized only one cavity in her body could accept the quantity of cum he was talking about. The enema he’d given her was his inspiration for the fluid deposit he was talking about. “You want to pour cum in my ass?”

“Smart girl! Wouldn’t that be cool? Watch you consume another bucket of cum up your ass, then let is slowly drip out? Awesome huh?”

“Not really. I don’t think anybody would like to see that, would they?” Olivia was open to just about anything, and she’d done just about everything, any up until now only Eddy had pushed the envelope to an extreme like this. Although he’d done it with his piss, and it was her first introduction into the world of the perverted extreme. She’d let him, and although it had nearly freaked her out to the point of scaring her away from the path she was now on, she’d persevered. It was no big deal to push the piss out of her ass, it was waste, but Carl was talking about pouring cum into her ass and then have her ooze it out, and then drink it? “Carl, I’m not drinking anything that’s been up my ass, sorry, I’m not going to do it.”

“Wow, you mean there’s something sexual that YOU aren’t willing to do? Really? There’s a boundary you aren’t willing to cross?” It was something he hadn’t expected, rather, he imagined anything he could dream up she’d be willing to do, no matter how perverted. This was a first.

“Sorry Carl. You can put anything you want in my ass, I’m just not drinking it after it comes out of me.” And speaking of “putting” in her ass, Carl pushed forward and she felt his girth sink fully inside her body. With the pills he’d given her and the coke rushing through her veins, Carl’s presence in her ass felt totally awesome. Reaching down to her clit, she strummed the tiny nub, feeling the intense burst of pleasure surge forth as her fingers roamed over it. The gold bar through her clit hood made the feelings even better as the hard metal pressed against the blood filled bundle of nerve endings. She was going to cum hard and it would be glorious.

“Anything in your ass huh? Ok, let me think about that. I’m sure we can come up with something you haven’t done yet!” he joked.

“Carl, shut up and fuck me. I’m going to cum and I want to enjoy it without you paying more attention to what you can do to my body in the future rather than what you’re doing to do it right now.”

“Aye aye captain!” he declared as he thrust hard into her ass and grabbed onto her seemingly fuller right breast. Ever since she’d started taking her birth control pills, her boobs seemed to have filled out more. It had only been two weeks but they definitely seemed to fill his hands a little more. They weren’t big yet, but some day they would be.

He could feel her push back hard against his cock as he reciprocated his tool in and out of her primed body. She was a wonder to fuck, and even more fun to dump cum into, which he was about to do. He’d held off waiting for this moment, the moment when she came and clamped down on his manhood. It was like a heated vice when she orgasmed, and her rippling muscles would milk the cum right out of his cock.

He could feel her tense up before she announced her cum, the constriction around his cock was too much as she started moaning and thrashing about. He could literally feel the cum emptying out of his balls and start the journey down his shaft and into her ass. His own surge of hormones felt magnificent as jet after jet pumped into her rectum.

Olivia was sure she could feel Carl’s throbbing cock as her own orgasm ripped through her body. It was amazing, she’d had her first orgasm a few months ago when she masturbated for the first time, and she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. That was the start of her career as a professional masturbater, now here she was in a well-used motel room getting fucked in the ass by a guy old enough to be her grandfather and cumming like a maniac on his thick cock. The intensity of her orgasms seemed to be growing with every one she had. How and why didn’t matter, just the surge she felt traveling through her body at the moment It was precious and rewarding. It made everything she did sexually worthwhile, even fucking her friend’s father. Yeah, she might just go tonight just for the hell of it. If getting fucked in the ass could make her feel this good, what was one more in the front chute tonight?

“Ohhh that was a good one,” she purred as the final waves of her orgasm slowly passed. She could feel the turgidity of Carl’s cock wane in her ass, it was going to slip out any second. Something she was getting very accustomed to feeling, the after-orgasm deflation of the male appendage. It was cute she thought, something a girl never went through. “Hey Carl, do you still want me to go to that sleepover tonight?”

“Yeah, why not? See what her old man is up to. It might be fun!” he hooted as his limp cock was jettisoned by Olivia’s tight sphincter.

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Olivia roared with laughter at one of her friend’s corny jokes. It was like old times once again as the gaggle of girls laughed and made fun of each other in Emily’s basement. Olivia had decided to go after all, no doubt influenced by the drugs Carl had given her, and the excellent orgasm she experienced at the end of his talented cock. That surge of hormones and the after-high helped her forget her worries about what trouble Emily’s dad might have in store for her and Stacy.

Her mother was thrilled to give her blessing to the sleepover saying it was about time she spent some quality time with her closest friends! Her closest friends lately were the tubular kind, and most started at six inches and went up from there. A night out with her girlfriends was probably something she needed to do. Get grounded again and remember there was more to life than just how much sex she could consume. Although every time Emily’s dad Mike came around with refills for their sodas and a fresh bowl of potato chips, she was reminded that sex was never very far away anymore.

Mike was the consummate host for the group of girls and of course it came as no surprise that Emily’s mom was gone for a few days to visit her sick mother.

It certainly explained what he was doing at the motel the previous day. With no wife to wonder where he was, he was free to hang out and fuck, and get sucked by two young girls. What a surprise it must have been for him to discover the email had come from a friend of his daughter! Or at least Olivia assumed that was how he’d ended up there. She would ask that question when he made his move, which most certainly he would do at some point during the evening.

Olivia was laughing her ass off again; maybe it was the drugs that was keeping her aches and pains at bay, or maybe she just needed a good laugh again and a dose of her friends’ silliness to fill the bill. It was the most fun she’d had in a long time, not that her life of constant sex wasn’t fun either, it was, it truly was, but this was different. She’d thought about making time for her friends lately and when she discussed it with Carl, it hadn’t been well received. Now she knew it was important to have this time, remember what she was giving up with her conquest to be the biggest slut on the face of the planet. She could still have both and have a doubly rewarding life. Even if Carl had to make her “pay” with a doubled up dose of cock, it would be worth it.

It was after midnight before the girls started tiring out and going to bed. Olivia flashed a wink at Stacy, it was getting close to show time. Whatever Mike had in mind would happen shortly, her gut told her so.

Mike had blown up three queen size air mattresses for the girls to pitch their sleeping bags onto, and not surprisingly, he tossed hers and Stacy’s sleeping bag on the one closest to the doorway. No doubt to make their escape to wherever he would be waiting, as quietly and discreetly as possible.

Olivia was dead tired and drifted off to sleep immediately. Whatever happened would take some effort to bring her back to the land of the living.

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It was Stacy gently rocking her and whispering in her ear that got her to wake up.

“Liv, wake up,” she whispered quietly. “You aren’t going to believe what just happened!”

Olivia could hear the excitement in her voice and new it was something big, and she doubted it was just about sex. Trying to shake the cobwebs off, she rolled over and whispered back, “What?”

“Go upstairs and find out for yourself! I’m not sure I’m going to be able to go back to sleep now!” Stacy said as she held her friend close.

Olivia could smell the sex on her, Mike had fucked her for sure, but why would that have her so excited? Slowly and carefully Olivia drew back the covers and eased her body up off the mattress. Tip-toeing slowly, Olivia made it to the stairs and quietly climbed them, wondering what would have Stacy so giddy. She was wearing a long nightgown and normal underwear. Nothing sexy but also nothing out of place for her friends to take note. Mike would surely be disappointed with her attire, but it was more than she had on yesterday when she’d serviced him three times.

At the top of the stairs was the kitchen, and it was dark save for the glowing digital clock on the oven. She didn’t expect to find Emily’s dad here, so on she went. The other doorway of the kitchen led to the hallway and as Olivia peered around the corner, she saw a light coming from the bedroom at the end. Creeping slowly, Olivia made it to the end and gently pushed the door open. Mike was lying on his side, pretending to be reading a magazine with just a sheet covering up to his waist.

“Hi,” she said as she stepped into the room and closed the door.

“Hi yourself. Nice to see you again so soon Olivia,” he said looking up and down her body. The nightgown covered most of her, but her could see her nicely toned calves and about eight inches of her sweet thighs. He knew exactly what was hiding under that nightgown, he’d experienced her pleasures the day before and once he’d gotten over the shock of finding out who was hosting the gang bang, jumped in with both feet.

Olivia closed the gap between them until she was standing right before him. He was relatively handsome, and had a good body for a dad. There was no reason for preamble and since they both knew what she was here for, Olivia pulled her nightgown up and over her head. Her pert B-cup breasts popped into view and from the expression on his face, knew he liked what he saw. Pulling her granny panties slowly down, Olivia watched as a smile spread over his face as her bald pussy came into view.

“Very nice, very nice indeed,” he said as he pulled back the sheet and showed her his naked flesh. His cock was flaccid and still glossy looking, no doubt still coated with Stacy’s pussy juice. “Come on up and get comfortable,” he said holding out his hand for her to take.

There was that black panther tattoo again she noticed on the inside of his forearm as she put her delicate hand in his much larger one. Climbing up onto his king size bed, Olivia moved in next to his naked body and waited for him to take charge. He had something to offer that had Stacy all excited, and she was sure it would be made known to her very soon.

“I can’t believe how amazing your body is for a thirteen year old. My God is it ever perfect. Those amazing tits and that tight tummy, man you’re hot!” he said as he stared at her body from head to toe.

“Thanks, but I don’t turn thirteen for two more months,” Olivia corrected. His hand moved over and rested lightly on her tummy and it gave her butterflies. You’d think after all the guys she’d been with that she couldn’t possibly get excited at the prospect of sex, but she was.

“So I have to ask, why?” he asked with a very curious look in his eye.

“Why what? Why sex?”

“Yeah. Why yesterday? Why such a display with so many guys?”

“It’s what I like to do. But yesterday wasn’t the norm. It was actually much more than I’ve ever had before. I guess more like a stunt. Honestly I had no idea that many guys would show up,” she said as his hands started lightly rubbing her taut stomach.

“So have you fully recovered yet?” he asked as he explored her tight body.

“I’m still kinda sore all over, but I’m ready if you want me?”

“Want you? You’re fucking right I do, but first I need to repay you a favor.”

“What favor?” Olivia asked wondering what favor needed to be repaid.

“You gave me all the fun yesterday, it’s your turn now,” he said as she shimmied down the bed and worked his way between her legs. It was a bold move but given that she didn’t to have a shy bone in her body, wasn’t surprised when she opened up her sexy legs for him.

He noted the gold bar through her clit and wondered who she had to thank for that. And a tattoo? Wow, this girl has some serious secrets! Mike settled in and drank in the sexy aroma of the young girl’s sweet pussy. She smelled so clean and fresh, shocking considering the scores of guys that had soiled her the day before. He moved in and ran his tongue through her slit, making her moan softly. The taste was so light and delicate. Diving in, he latched his mouth onto her delectable folds and worked at giving her as much pleasure as she’d done for him.

It was a foregone conclusion that she would orgasm on his talented tongue. Sliding up her outstretched body Mike pressed his erect cock to the bald slit of her pussy and pressed in. He slipped in and felt her hot wetness envelope his cock once again. She was remarkably tight given how many guys he’d seen fuck her yesterday. She was wet, very wet and it wasn’t just from his tongue lashing. She was horny and ready for him to fuck her, and he would, for as long as he could hold out. Thanks to the brunette going first, he knew he’d be able to hold off for the better part of an hour, and thanks to his little blue friend, he would have the stamina and staying power to go with it.

“So I have to ask you, what’s with the piercings and tattoo?”

“Nothing, just sexy is all for the rings. The tattoo is the Roman numerals for fifty, two of the “L’s” mean I fucked a hundred guys.”

“So you like being a slut?”

“Hell yeah I do. It’s the best choice I’ve ever made. I love it. It’s so much fun and I love sex so much. And you feel so good inside me, I could really get used to this,” she whispered softly. With her arms wrapped tightly around his chest, she let him kiss her. At first it was tentative but quickly became hungry and passionate. Olivia loved this, it was one thing to be wanted for her pussy, but for a guy to want to make out with her this desperately made her feel very special.

After several minutes, Mike broke the kiss and looked her in the eye and paused mid thrust. “Ok, here’s what I asked your friend and she just about orgasmed on the question. I’m going to ask you the same thing and hopefully you’ll be as interested in taking up the challenge as Stacy is.”

Olivia looked closely at him and saw a smile start to spread across his face. He was about to ask something that meant something to him. What the hell could it be? What has Stacy so excited?

“I want to know if you’d be interested in turning my daughter Emily into a slut like you girls?”

“Seriously? You want us to do that to Emily? But why?”

“I love her, and I think she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I want to fuck her and she’d never let that happen the way she is right now, a virgin. I seems you and Stacy will let pretty much anyone fuck you, if you get Emily to follow in your footsteps, then we can arrange some kind of…, I don’t know party where I can fuck her and she won’t object. So would that be something you think you could do?”

“I don’t know, but I’d be happy to give it a try!” she said happily. Oh man, another partner in crime! It was easy to get excited over a project like that, and on the outset it seemed like another glorious opportunity to bring another girl into the sisterhood of the super-sluts. Of course reality always has a way of throwing a monkey wrench into the best laid plans.

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Olivia made her way back downstairs, her pussy still slowly seeping creamy white goo into her panties. It was just another day at the office for the Queen, a crotch-full of drying man jizz and another orgasm or two to add to her daily enjoyment of sex. Life was complicated, but it was good. Drifting off the sleep after a long a vigorous bout of sex always made Olivia sleep like a baby, and within minutes she joined her friends in the land of dreams.