Chapter 5

	Olivia awoke to her cell phone ringing, she opened her eyes and looked at the clock, it was only 6 am.  She felt refreshed despite only getting four hours of sleep and despite having her strange dreams, she felt refreshed and stuffed at the same time.  Pulling back the covers she discovered the dildo still lodged between her legs, "Well that explains the fuck dreams I had."  She quickly extricated the phallus and grabbed her phone.
	"Hi Liv, I just wanted to thank you for everything you did yesterday for me," her friend Stacy offered.  
	"Thank me, I was worried you'd be mad at me considering everything that happened," Olivia replied.  
	"Are you kidding, I have actual boobs starting to grow already, I have a boyfriend that makes me orgasm like crazy, and he doesn't mind sharing me with his friends, can you believe it?" she said excitedly.  	"Your boobs grew overnight?" she asked incredulously.  
	"Well, not a lot, but they are definitely sprouting, and they are really, really sensitive, heh, not so hard, you'll make too much noise," Olivia heard through the phone.  
	"Stace, what did you say?" Olivia asked.  
	"Noth- uhh-ing, ughh, I mean nothing, I just wanted to call you and tell you the good news and ask what we're doing today?  Steve, ohh, said something about a plan, ouch," Stacy added.  
	"Stace, what's going on over there, is someone with you?" she asked.  
	"Uhhh, I couldn't sleep and I was soo horny so I called Phil and he came over," she replied.  
	"Is he fucking you right now?" she asked.  
	"He was up until a few minutes ago."  
	"He's in your room, are your parents home?" Olivia asked.  
	"I don't know, haven't checked, but we're being quiet and they respect my privacy and they'd never just walk in my room," she replied.  	"Stace, we all heard you last night from outside, trust me you can't be quiet!  I can't believe you called him in the middle of the night to come over to your house to for sex."  
"What do you mean middle of the night?  He's been here since before midnight, I couldn't help it, I was soooo horny, I needed it.  I wore the poor guy out, he can't get it up anymore so he had to find something else to fuck me with," Stacy added.  
	"Something else, what are you talking about?" Olivia asked.  
	"We had sex eight times in a row last night and now he's using my hairbrush on me, he was done and I wasn't.  He jammed me a little hard there a second ago, that's what all the grunting was about" she added.
	Her phone beeped in her ear, "hold on a sec, I got another call, be right back,"  
	She switched over and heard Steve say, "Hey beautiful, I sent you a present, go check your e-mail and I'll see you later,"  then he hung up.  Clicking back over, "Stace I gotta go check something, Steve said he sent me an e-mail."  
	"Me too, and it was awesome!" Stacy said.  "It's pictures of me fucking Phil, and the other guys too, it looks so hot, you should see them," she said.  
	Olivia was blown away by her friend's attitude, she had always been flirty and was obsessed with boys, and she had turned into a mega-slut overnight and had no qualms about it.  
	"Ok, I will, let me call you back in a bit, I just realized I forgot my meds last night and I should probably take them right away," she said and hung up.  Olivia had beat her mother out of bed, which was probably a good thing since she smelled like a whore house blew up all over her, and she still had semen stuck in her hair.
	She double dosed the "anti-inflammatory" and popped her other pill and headed back to her room to check out Steve's e-mail.  It was a big one, taking several minutes to download even with her high-speed connection.  
	The header read "Olivia's Scrap Book", and as she opened it up, saw dozens of photos and numerous video clips.  She breezed through it and realized there were pictures of her with every guy she fucked yesterday, the guys from the party at her house, the porn shop, the bums in the alley, even a picture of her and Dr. Sanders taken through the window!  
	The sheer number of guys she fucked was staggering, she was blown away by her sluttiness.  Her pussy practically gushed from the emotional realization that she really was the Queen of the Sluts!  	Olivia counted up the pictures and arrived at the total, she had taken on sixty-eight cocks yesterday!  She had fort-eight new cocks that fucked her pussy, nine new cocks in her ass, four were blow jobs only, and seven were guys she had fucked already.  
	"Wow," she was so turned on she that she was practically ready to orgasm just from the thought of all those cocks she had taken on.  	"That must be some kind of record," she thought.  "I'll have to ask Steve about that and see what he thinks?" she thought.  
	"First things first though, I need to get cleaned up," she thought.
	Olivia climbed into her bathtub and just let herself soak and relax, the warm water caressing her supple skin.  She leisurely washed the remnants of the dried semen from her skin, taking pleasure in the way the water cascaded down her breasts.  She looked down and was impressed with the way her newly developed tits defied gravity, standing up, her nipples pointing at the ceiling.  She had forgotten to do her daily squeeze test when she got up and gripped her globes finding it harder to get her small hands all the way around each one.  "I wonder if there are any new bra's in that box of stuff?" she thought.
	Olivia wrapped a towel around herself and returned to her bedroom and opened her closet door and fished through the box.  There was an amazing assortment of outfits, some of them matching, one for her and one for Stacy she presumed.  Some of them were see-through, some were smooth and shiny, others made up of what looked like just scraps of material.  
	She found several bras that looked like she could wear them for daily use.  She found mostly 32C's, a couple a D's and a bunch of A's that could only be for Stacy.  Something caught her eye a she went through the box.  It looked like one of those piercing guns that they used to pierce her ears.  "Why would they put that in there?" she wondered.  She also found a pair of hand cuffs, some clips with a screw attachment, lengths of gold chain that ended in these funny threaded bars, a riding crop and something that looked like a whip.
	She tried on some of the bras and found that the 32C's fit very well, her boobs filling the cups completely.  "Wow, I'm not just a C, but a full C, any bigger and I'll have to try on one of those D cups!" she thought.  
	The first bra was black and completely c-through, she liked the way her nipples looked through the sheer material.  The second bra was red and had little cut-outs for her nipples to poke through, "that would feel weird," she thought, her nipples constantly rubbing against whatever shirt she had on.  "On second thought, that might be pretty stimulating!" she thought.  
	The third bra she put on didn't look like anything special at all, just a lacy white bra with a front closure but when she fastened the center clasp together, she felt a strange sensation running across the front of her boobs, like an electric current or something.  It immediately made her nipples hard and sent little shocks all the way down to her pussy.  She removed the bra and looked at the tag, it read "The Shocker." "The Shocker provides stimulation to the wearer, caution, avoid immersing in water," she read.  
	She noticed thin wires running through the cups and ending up in a very small battery pack along where her rib cage under her arms would be.  "That's awesome she thought, I'll have to give that one a try!" she thought.  The next one was heavily padded and when she put it on, it pushed her boobs up really high, practically pushing them up to her chin.  
	She pulled out a few of the outfits and tried them on.  She really liked the black shiny one.  The material if you could call it that, was like shiny black plastic.  It was very smooth and very glossy.  It had matching shiny black stockings that went up from her feet to her mid thigh.  They were tight and hugged her like a second skin.  The bodice was cut like a bustier and came down to a short skirt that really wasn't a skirt at all, it flared out from her hips and came down parallel with her ass cheeks.  If she bent over, even slightly, her ass would be completely on display.  It came with panties made from the same shiny tight fitting material, only the crotch was split down the middle with overlapping flaps.  When worn the flaps overlapped each other giving the appearance of a completely intact crotch.  But with a little tug, the flaps peeled back completely exposing her genitalia from the top of the slit back to her asshole.  The bustier was tight, pushing her boobs up over the top giving her amazing looking cleavage.  	The outfit made her feel super sexy as she strutted around her room, her hormones never seemed to give her a break these days.  She peeled off the garment and tried on the next one, it was a string bikini that was more string than bikini.  It had three patches of material, one small square that covered each nipple and one vertical patch that covered from her pucker up to the top of her slit.  
	She admired herself in the mirror realizing just how hot the skimpy clothing made her look.  She tried on a few more outfits including a sexy schoolgirl outfit complete with a very short plaid skirt and a midriff white shirt.  It was tight and coupled with the black push-up bra, made her tits look like they could fly out of her shirt at any moment.  She put a very small g-string on, it's front panel narrow enough to split her outer labia in two, giving her a very sexy camel toe appearance.  
	She put her hair up in pig-tails to accent the look.  She glanced in the mirror and said, "Fuck me I look hot."  She could feel her juices flowing and peeled off the g-string before her excretions soaked it thoroughly.  
	She pulled out some of the toys and tried a few out.  She figured out that one of the metal contraptions was actually a clamp that fit around her erect nipple, the chain was attached to a hinge that tightened the clamp on the nipple when the chain was pulled.  The other end of the chain ended in an identical clamp.  She put it on and liked the pressure it put on her nipples, it was increasing her arousal and she knew she was going to need to take care of that really soon.  She tugged on the chain which pulled her nipples outward, "ohhh, that feels nice," she thought as she tugged away at the sensitive buds.  
	She found a dildo with a funny attachment curving up from the base.  She turned it on and found both the main body and the extension buzzed, she rubbed it up against her slit and the stimulation was intense.  
	She wanted to keep going but there were so many more toys to check out, she was like a kid at Christmas.  Her eyes kept going back to the piercing gun wondering what anyone would be piercing with that?  She knew girls her age were getting their belly buttons pierced, and lips, noses, ears obviously, and eyebrows.  But this was in a box with sex stuff, "would girls actually get their sex bits pierced?" she wondered.  
	The long gold chain that ended in those threaded posts intrigued her.  I'll have to ask Steve about that too," she thought.  She found various lotions and lubes, one said it would heat up with contact.  "I already have one of those," she thought, "but I bet mine's better."  	Another claimed it would provide hours of lubrication, "I have no problem in that department," she thought.  "Mine always seems to be leaking my own lube, or sperm depending..."  
	All the toys had her revved up and ready to go, she left the nipple clamps on but cleared the rest of the toys off her bed and returned them to the box and hid it in the back of her closet.  She grabbed her jar of cream and the vibrating dildo and spread herself out on the bed for some "alone" time.  
	She dosed herself with the cream and rubbed it in with vibrator, then jamming it in deep.  She discovered several important things that day; firstly that the cream when pushed inside of her pussy really worked well, much better than when it's only applied outside.  
	Unknown to Olivia, the combination of Meth and X in the cream absorbed much more readily into her inner tissues than her outer tissue.  Second, that the extension on the vibrator perfectly reached her clit when it was fully inserted, and it felt fucking amazing, and third, she figured out what the chain on the nipple clamps was for, so she could yank on both nipples simultaneously just by pulling on the chain, and the harder she yanked, the harder they got pinched, and she loved it.
	One shuddering orgasm later and she was ready to start the day.
Her mother was already dressed and ready for church when Olivia finally emerged from her room.  
	"Whatcha been doing in there so long kiddo?  I thought I was going to have to send in the National Guard to find you," she said humorously.  
	"I probably woulda fucked em all," she thought to herself as the meth and X started to kick in, heightening her awareness and her arousal.  
	"Eat your breakfast and go put your dress on, I ironed it for you," she told her.  
	"Dress? What dress mom?" she asked.  
	"The pretty white one with the scoop neck that I love so much," she said.  "It's hanging up in the laundry room, now hurry up," her mother said.
	Olivia hadn't really thought about what she would wear to church today, she'd kinda had a lot on her plate over the last few days.  She loved the dress her mother had picked out, it was pretty, light and very lady-like.  She felt very grown up when she wore it.  There was a problem though, she would need to wear a bra under the dress, the light material would not allow her to go bra-less, especially with the neckline on the dress, if she bent over, her boobs would come flying out past the neckline.  
	She tried the transparent black one because she liked it a lot, but found you could easily see its outline through the dress. Likewise, the red one with the cut-out nipple holes would not be suitable.  The pushup one would have shoved her tits right out the top of the dress so that one was out.  That left only "The Shocker" to wear.  
	"I really gotta get out and get some new bra's, maybe mom and I can go after church and get some?" she wondered.  She put on The Shocker and it immediately starting stimulating her breasts, her nipples quickly turning into hard little pebbles.  It felt really good, the effects of the Meth and X coursing through her body enhancing the stimulation the bra was having on her breasts.  It felt wonderful, although she was a little unsure what she would still feel that way one or two hours from now.  
	She finished getting ready putting the nice dress on over her "Shocker" bra, brushed her hair and put on a little make-up.  She remembered Steve had told her no underwear and considered disobeying him, but a small part of her like being ordered around and told what she had to do.  
	"The egg, I forgot about the egg," she thought.  Olivia rummaged through the box and found the package holding the egg and extracted the device.  The smooth egg-shaped device had no switches or wires and she wondered how it worked.  Reading the package it said "body heat activated," that should be interesting.
	Olivia slid the egg up into her pussy, it was still moist from her earlier orgasm and entered easily.  Nothing happened, but it gave her an interesting "full" feeling, but found she had to keep her muscles tensed slightly in order to keep it in place.  
	Satisfied with how she looked, she stepped into a pair of flats, threw her cell phone in a small purse and went to join her mother.
	The ride to church was fairly uneventful, but the presence of the egg in Olivia's pussy and the constant stimulation from her bra had her hormones working overtime.  Olivia tried her best to keep up with her mother's casual banter but her constantly buzzing tits made her realize she would need to take it off sooner than later.  
Thinking of her buzzing bra, she said, "Oh, mom, I haven't had a chance to go and get any new bra's yet, can we go shopping after church and get some new ones?" she asked.  
	"Sure honey, but we can't shop for too long, I have to go visit Aunt Rose this afternoon before work, you should come with me!" she suggested.  
	"Not a chance, she's so mean and grouchy, her house smells and so does she."  
	"When you get older, it can become physically difficult to bathe dear and sometimes that happens, you should be nice to old people, you'll be one someday.  Here we are," her mother said as she pulled into the parking lot.
	The two girls walked towards the entrance of the church and as they walked her mother commented on how beautiful the landscaping was, "the groundskeepers always keep this pace looking so nice, don't they?"  	Olivia didn't hear her because the egg had suddenly come to life and the sensation was overpowering, stopping her in her tracks.  
	"Did you hear me dear?" her mother asked.  
	"Huh, what did you say mom?" she asked.  
	"I said Mr. Mathews and his crew always do such a nice job with the grounds.  Are you okay, you look flushed?" she asked.  
	"I'm fine," she replied as she resumed walking, determined not to let the egg take her by surprise again. And surprised she was as she felt the egg suddenly gear down to a very gently hum, barely even registering.  "Ahhh, that's better," she mumbled.
	They found seats near the end of the pew and waited as the church started filling up.  She would have loved to be at home with this egg-shaped vibrator and stroke herself off, but she couldn't do that here, or could she?  "Maybe I can sneak off to the bathroom and relieve myself?" she thought.  
	The double dose of hormone pills this morning were kicking in and with the dose of Meth and X she still had in her system, and she was starting to get in a bad way.  
	"What I really need is a good fucking, oh why did I ask to go shopping after?  If we went straight home, I could run over to Steve's and tell mom I was going to Stacy's house.  He could fill that need, maybe even invite some of the guys over if he isn't enough for me?" she thought.  
	Her thoughts went back to yesterday and all the guys she took on, trying to remember if she ever felt satisfied completely?  Her body wanted her to keep going non-stop.  
	"What would it take for her to feel fully satisfied?" she wondered.  "I used to be able to masturbate and feel satisfied after that, well at least for a little while anyway," she thought.  "My orgasms are bigger than ever and even after I have one, I crave another immediately, I mean they're spectacularly good so obviously that's why I want another one, no, not want one, need one," she thought.
	The egg kicked back up and the stimulation just about doubled Olivia over.  The egg and the bra were going to be the end of her, she had to get some relief fast.  Her slit had been leaking ever since the egg came to life crossing the parking lot, she was sure there must be a wet spot from where her pussy was pressed up against the back of her dress.  
	"Maybe she could go to the bathroom and stuff some paper towels up against her slit to keep from making a mess of her dress?" she wondered.  
	"Mom, I need to go to the bathroom, maybe get some air, I'm feeling a little overheated," she said.  
	"You still look a little flushed dear, do you feel ok?"  
	"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little warm," she said as she got up and excused herself and headed to the hallway leading to the bathrooms.
	The bathrooms were all the way around back by the kitchen and the service area.  As she headed down the empty hallway, she saw one of the Hispanic grounds crew leave the maintenance room.  He was headed to the bathrooms that lay between them, he was carrying a magazine in his hand and his coveralls were tenting out from below his belt.  
	She immediately thought he had an erection and stared at what could only be his cock sticking out.  
	The gardener looked the beautiful blond pre-teen walking his way and saw that she was staring at his midsection.  He glanced down and new why, he had been rubbing his crotch staring at the girlie magazine he kept in the maintenance room and was planning on relieving himself in the bathroom.  
	Embarrassed that she had discovered his condition, he immediately did an about-face and headed back to the vacant maintenance room.  
	Olivia had plans on stroking herself off, but what she really wanted was a good fucking and for that you needed a guy with a hard cock, and this gardener was just what the doctor ordered.  
	Olivia reached up under her dress and extracted the egg from her dripping pussy and dropped it in her purse, the vibrations stopping as it quickly cooled.  
	She opened the door to the maintenance room and saw the man bent over a small desk with his back to her.  She approached him and saw that he had his cock out and was masturbating to a picture of a naked woman.  
	"Hi, do you want some company?" she asked.  
	Startled, the man attempted to push his erection back into his coveralls.  
	"Don't do that," she instructed.  "I want to see it," she said.  "I want it," she added.  
	Confused the man just looked at her.  Realizing that he may not speak English, Olivia lifted the hem of her dress until she exposed her bare crotch to the man.
	She moved over and sat on the edge of the desk lifting her dress and spreading her legs, fully exposing her charms.  She ran her fingers through her slit and showed her wet finger to the man.  
	He wasted no time pulling his erect cock back out of his coveralls and stepped between Olivia's spread legs.  He lined his cock head up with her slit and rubbed it up and down liberally coating his member with her secretions.  He pushed into her pussy and found it slid in easily.
	It wasn't a big cock, kinda small really, but she didn't care as it was very firm and she just needed to get fucked.  He pumped in and out of her tight wetness at a blazing pace, seemingly determined to get off as quickly as possible.  Olivia's fingers never left her slit as she rubbed up and down, her clit was engorged, fueled by her combination of hormones and drugs still present in her system.  Her climax was quickly approaching as the small dirty man pounded his small cock in and out of her burning hot pussy.  She grabbed onto his hips with her hands and locked her legs around his buttocks, locking him inside of her as her climax released.  Her contracting pussy muscles were too much for the man as he spent his seed into her warm tunnel.
	"Who's your friend Jose?" she heard.  Olivia looked up and saw four men standing at the doorway watching her performance.  The question had come from Mr. Mathews, the head groundskeeper.  He was a retired pipe fitter and looked after the grounds to keep himself busy.  	He had three other men with him, all of them staring at her as if she were a piece of meat.  "Why if it isn't Ms. Hastings, does your mommy know you're back here with a cock in your puss?" he asked.  
	"No sir," she answered as the man known as Jose, pulled his shriveling cock from her dripping snatch.  She made no attempt to close her legs and at no point did she ever stop rubbing her slit.  
	"Who's next?" she asked, trying to control the situation as best she could.
	Mr. Mathews and the three men approached the young girl and looked at each other.  "How old are you missy?" Mr. Mathews asked.  	"Old enough to take on the four of you," she replied.  
	"We'll see about that ," one of the men answered.  He was big and black and made a gesture with his hands suggesting he was packing something huge.  
	"Ms. Hastings, let me introduce you to the boys, you've already met Jose," Mr. Mathews said.  "This is Sergio, Elliott, and Big Lou.  Sergio works here full-time and Elliott and Big Lou are part of a work release program."  
"So who's next?" she repeated as she stood and pulled her dress off over her head.  She removed the bra that was partially responsible for her being in the state she was in, her young breasts springing free and looking enormous on her small frame.
	"Holy shit, look at that body," Elliott said stepping up his cock already pulled out.  Olivia knelt down and took his semi-erect dick into her mouth sucking it to the back of her throat.  Her nose was buried in his pubes as she felt his cock coming to life.  
	"She's deep-throating him," Big Lou said as he started fishing his own cock out.
	Elliot pulled the young girl off his member and stood her up and bent her over the edge of the table, her glorious ass facing out.  Her dancers legs slightly parted revealing the excellent muscle structure.  	Elliot admired her taught muscular body, she was everyone's wet dream no matter what your age he thought to himself.  He nudged his cock up against her slit rubbing the wetness onto his shaft before pushing in.  
	Despite just being fucked by Jose's dick, she was amazingly tight and the heat he felt coming off her tube was remarkable.  "I'll have to make some arrangements to have this young thing entertain my clients in the very near future," he thought as he pounded into her love slot.  
	He reached around and grabbed one of her big luscious tits with each hand.  They felt so full, so firm, like they were fake, but there was no way these were fake.  Still he wondered how a girl that looked this young could have such as spectacular rack.  
	"How old are you darling?" he asked as he continued his motions.  	"Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhnnn," she grunted as he assaulted her pussy, just the way she needed.  
	"Twelve," she replied.  
	His fingers were pinching her nipples nice and rough which brought her to her second orgasm in five minutes.  Elliott was dumbfounded, he had the hottest looking girl had had ever fucked in his life orgasming on his cock as she told him she was only twelve years old.  He almost felt guilty as he spewed his seed into her sopping pussy.
	Sergio stepped up next because he didn't want to follow Big Lou, he wanted to be able to feel her pussy walls around his cock and figured that would be more difficult after Lour had plowed into her.  
	Olivia was hoping the orgasms and the stream of cocks feeding her would satiate her passion, but it only fueled her for more.  She came on Sergio's cock as his cum splashed against her cervix.  
	Mr. Mathews was next and she was surprised that the old man could not only get it up, but that he had a pretty nice looking cock.  He had her get down on the floor and deep throat his cock.  Her nose tickled him when she buried it in his pubes, her tongue working the underside of his tool while her throat muscles massaged his cockhead.  
	"Look me in the eyes when you suck my cock my dear," he directed.  Rub your clitty too please," he instructed.  While she continued to suck on his pole, he fondled her breasts paying particular attention to her hard nipples.  He kept using is nails to pinch her nipples causing her a fair amount of pain.  She didn't like it at first but grew accustomed to it.  
	As his breathing grew more irregular, his pinching increased in both intensity and frequency.  She gradually increased the pressure she was applying to her clit, her motions and pressure automatically matching the activity she felt at her breasts. 
	She felt the cock in her throat begin to twitch and simultaneously felt Mr. Mathews clamped down on her nipples with the edge of his nail biting into her tender flesh visciously.  
	He yelled out, "Pinch your clit, hard!"  
	And she did, the pain in both her tits and in her crotch was intense, sending a jolt through her body that pushed her over the edge of a massive orgasm she didn't even know was coming.  She shuddered and shook as the climax washed over her, the cock in her throat still surging cum down into her gullet, the nails still biting into her sensitive nipples, her own finger nails clamped onto her swollen clitty.
	He pulled his spent cock from her mouth and looked down into her eyes, hers never leaving his, as instructed.  "How was that dear?" he asked.  
	"That was the most amazing orgasm I've ever had," she admitted.  	"Kid, you have a lot to learn when it comes to pleasure, call me when you want to go be schooled on the subject," he added.
	With that Mr. Mathews turned her over to Big Lou.  He wasn't called Big Lou for nothing, he stood 6'5" and topped around 300 pounds.  He was roughly three times her size and looked every bit of it.  He flopped down onto a chair and guided her to climb onto his lap.  
	Olivia grabbed onto his cock and marveled at its girth, it took both hands to encircle the beast.  
	"This might even be bigger than DeShawn's cock," she said aloud.  	"So I'm not your first brother, huh?" he inquired.  
	"Nope, not my second either," she replied.  
	"Maybe I should take you down to my neighborhood so you can get all the black cock you can handle?" he said.  
	"Sure, why not," was her only reply.  
	Big Lou didn't doubt her answer as she stroked him to full hardness and climbed up onto his cock.  
	She felt the big tool split her pussy open as she squatted down on the ebony phallus.  She wasted no time in sinking down as far as possible on the big cock.  Her legs resting on his thighs, she used her strong legs to piston up and down, her clitty rubbing against his big belly with every thrust up and down.  She was going to cum again and it was going to be another good one. 
	 She knew she was running out of time, the service was likely coming close to the end and she needed to be done with her next cum and with this cock before her mother came looking for her.  She jacked herself up and down on 10 inch phallus with all her energy.  The lubrication from the two previous loads of cum she accepted into her kitty along with her own copious secretions allowing her to speed fuck the big tool.  
	She felt the surge of semen against her cervix as he blasted her tube with his seed, the knowledge that the Queen of the Sluts had serviced yet another man sent her over the edge yet again.
	
	The guys all wanted her again so she gave them her cell number as she hurried to put her dress back on.  The "Shocker" bra instantly stimulated her breasts as she put the clasp together, keeping her arousal level going strong.  She toweled off her pussy with a rag and headed back to her mother.
	Olivia slid back into the pew feeling much better, the egg was gone and she'd had five orgasms in less than an hour.  
	"Are you feeling better honey?" her mother asked.  "You still look flush."  
	"I feel a world better, thanks mom," she replied.
	
	The service ended and Olivia and her mother headed for the parking lot.  She spotted Elliot and Big Lou trimming a bush, and they winked at her and her mother.  Olivia smiled back and her mother noticed.  
	"Honey don't smile at those guys, it's inappropriate for men that age to be winking at a young girl like yourself, they might get the wrong idea if you smile back at them," she lectured.  
	"The wrong idea, what like what, I might fuck them again?" she asked herself sarcastically.
	
	They drove to the mall and headed for Victoria's Secret where a nice lady helped Olivia pick out several nice bra's.  Olivia wanted something sexy but within reason so she wouldn't arouse suspicion with her mother.  The sales lady fit her into some 32C's but warned her that they might not fit much longer as she was already filling the C cups without much room to spare.  Olivia's mother was shocked when she heard that her twelve year old daughter, who had only started wearing a B cup a few short months ago, was now filling a C cup with a D cup on the horizon.  
	"Honey, I knew they were getting bigger but wow, that's really quite large for your age!  I wonder if we should make an appointment with Dr. Sanders and see if there's anything wrong," she said.  
	"He checked them out last week and said they were fine.  But if you think I should go see him again, that's ok," she replied.  "I might need more cream soon so I should keep my options open," she thought.
	She went into the change room to try on some new underwear and heard her cell phone buzz.  She looked and saw she had four new text messages, one from Stacy wondering what the "plan" was, there was one each from Elliott and Big Lou asking her for a date, and one from Steve asking how church was and if she was enjoying the egg.   
	"The damn egg!  He'll probably check and make sure I've got it in when we get home," she thought.  Might as well put it in now and get the engine revved up for whatever Steve has planned for us," she thought.  She pulled the egg from her purse and slipped it up into her pussy, pushing it deep with two fingers.
	"We should get going honey, Aunt Rose is going to be expecting me soon," her mother called out through the change curtain.  
	"Coming mother," she returned.  "Well, not cumming yet, but I suspect I will be soon enough!" she thought.

	The ride home was an event, the egg coming to life shortly after they pulled out of the parking lot.  Olivia was a basket case of overflowing hormones as the "shocker bra" and the egg worked her up into a frenzy, made worse by the fact that she couldn't do anything about it except sit there and boil over, her unsuspecting mother unaware that her little girl was ready to stuff just about any phallic shape into her twat just to get some relief.  
	The Red Bull can in the drink holder looked pretty like it would do the trick according to Olivia's whacked out hormonal brain as she stared at it wondering what that would feel like, stuffing a drink can into her box?  
	"We're home dear," her mother said as they pulled into the driveway.  
	"Finally," Olivia thought as she had already made plans that involved her jar of cream, her new dildo and her closed bedroom door.

	"Hey Alfred, It's Steve, you got a minute?" he asked over the phone.  
	"Yeah, sure.  The plan's still on for tonight?" Alfred asked.  	"It is, but I wanted to renegotiate our deal," he stated.  
	"What the fuck dude, we had a deal, now you wanna change the fucker, you don't wanna mess with me!" Alfred shouted into the phone.  	"I know, it's just that I think I sold my girls' services a little cheap, and I'll tell you why," Steve countered.  
	"I took blondie somewhere last night and made $8,000 in a few hours with an invitation to bring her back anytime I like, and that was just for one girl, imagine what I could make with both of them?  It kinda makes our deal look a little meager don't you think?" Steve asked.  
	"Tell you what, we'll keep the original deal and if I make enough off them, I'll throw you a bone, AND I promise not to break your fucking legs for trying to change a deal, how does that sound?" Alfred asked.  
	"Sure Al, I didn't mean to offend, I just know what these girls are capable of bringing in money-wise," he countered.  
	"I hear ya, just remember a deal is a deal, if things go well, you'll get your money and a bonus if I'm feeling gracious," and with that, Alfred hung up.

~~ end of chapter 5 ~~
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