* Note - This is an alternative storyline based on my original story "Olivia".  It is in no way a continuation of the original story.



Chapter 1


"I think she's waking up, go call the doctor and go get her mother."

"Olivia?  Can you hear me?"

"Huh? Wha...?" Olivia whispered.  He throat felt dry and her attempt at speaking came out as a hoarse rattle.  Her eyes felt like they were glued shut, her body limp and lifeless.  Something was wrong, really, really wrong.  "Whe..., whe..., where am I?" she managed to eke out.

"Shush dear. No talking sweetie.  Let us do the talking."

There was a commotion in the background, Olivia could hear voices and the footfalls of people rushing around.  A peculiar smell accompanied the confusion, it was the smell of antiseptic permeating her nasal cavity and Olivia became scared.  "Where the hell am I?"

"Olivia?  Honey, are you awake?"

It sounded like her mother, but she sounded so far away. 

"Yes Ms. Hastings, she's awake."

"Thank you God!  Oh my sweet baby, you're awake!  Oh my God, I've been so worried."

It was definitely mom.  "Mom?  Is everything ok?  Am I alright?" Olivia asked as she opened her eyes.  Everything was dim and blurry.  "Mom, I can't see, where are you?" she whispered, her voice taking on an edge of panic.

"It's ok dear, the lights are dimmed and the doctor said your vision might be blurred temporarily," her mother replied.

"Doctor?  What are you talking about?  Where am I?" Olivia blurted out.  She suddenly found her voice and everybody within earshot could hear the panic in her voice.

"It's ok honey, you're fine now, everything is fine now."

"Mom, what's going on?  Why can't I move?  Why can't I see?" Olivia shouted, nearing hysteria.

"It's ok honey, you're alright.  You were in a car accident but you're ok.  You got a bump on your head but the doctors say there's no damage," Lauren Hastings answered.

"Why can't I move and why can't I see then?"

"You been asleep for a while and you haven't used your muscles in a while, all that will come back dear," a foreign voice offered.

"Mom, what's going on?" Olivia said.  The panic was still there but knowing her mother was at her side made her feel somewhat more secure.

"You were in a car accident with Steve from next door.  You took a nasty knock to the head but the doctors did CT scans and an MRI and they said there was no internal damage and said you should be fine.  The accident did knock you out for a while though."

"Knock me out, what do you mean by that?  And why did it affect my vision and my muscles?"

"Well honey you've been in a coma for well over for a week now.  You haven't used your eyes or your muscles in all that time and your body needs to readjust itself.  You'll be up and around in no time, you'll see," her mother said.

"I've been in a coma from a car accident with Steve?  Oh my God!"  It all started flooding back to her now.  She and Steve were on their way to some place in the country.  Reed had set up some kind of show for her and she was going to be the main attraction.  "Oh God, now I remember!  Steve said Reed was going to make me have sex with farm animals!" she recalled.  Right then and there all the memories came flooding back, from the day Steve had caught her masturbating in her room and shortly thereafter taking her virginity, to becoming a slave to sex for everyone who wanted to crawl between her legs.  All the guys she'd chosen by herself to sleep with, to all the guys she was made to have sex with at Alfred's strip club and all the guys Reed had set her up with.  

The memories were ingrained in her head and she could see, hear, and smell every last one of them.  She recalled the sex-log she had kept on her computer detailing her sexual accomplishments broken down on a day to day level.  She'd had sex with so many guys she couldn't possibly remember which ones she'd fucked and so Olivia had kept a daily log of how many she'd had sex with each day.  The daily totals were a faint memory, but she recalled the last entry she'd made, the day of the accident, the day when she'd logged her two-thousandth dick.  Oh yes, Olivia remembered the day of the accident as clear as day.  

Olivia knew Reed had something special planned for her, he'd been promising that ever since the episode at Jake's house where she was made to perform sex acts on the two Mastiffs in front of all the guys he had assembled, including Jake, a boy who she went to school with.  It was a humiliating thing, but the worst part that made the event so psychologically damaging, was that her alter-ego, the Queen of the Sluts, had actually enjoyed the sex.  The orgasms she'd had with that giant ball of dog muscle lodged in her sweet pussy, had been exquisite. The bloated mass attached to the doggy cock had rubbed her G-spot just right, and had given her some of the most intense orgasms she'd ever experienced.

She still recalled writhing on the floor with the dog's cock lodged in her pussy, his ass facing hers as she rubbed her clitty over and over.  How many orgasms she'd had there lying on that floor, she couldn't even guess, but they'd been amazing, and it more than made up for the humiliation she felt inside.

It was just one episode in a long list of many that included just about every sexual experience a person could have.  Olivia Hastings had been a human cum sponge and it was all her doing and perhaps worst of all, she'd enjoyed every moment of every sex act she'd performed, no matter who it was with, or who it was for.

All the sex partners she'd endured over the course of the summer, all the drugs she'd consumed, all the money she'd made for the men who'd controlled her life for nearly two months.  Well, controlled was maybe a stretch; Olivia had gone into her sexual frenzy all on her own with the aid of the hormone pills her doctor had secretly given her.  

Her early sexual exploits had been without direction, a conquesting sexual dynamo looking for any male appendage that could satisfy her wanton sexual cravings.  The only thing that Alfred and Reed did, was give her an avenue to satisfy those cravings and make pure profit from it at the same time.

They'd directed the twelve year old nympho to become a serious source of income for them and had merely directed her actions in a way that made them the most profit.  All they did was line up the hundreds of guys every week and she knocked them all down. 

It was easy, she was a head-turner with a body that made even the most dedicated man stop and stare.  At five foot-four, Olivia Hastings had the toned body that only years of serious dance training could provide.  She had killer legs and an ass that could only be described as "perfect".   Her long wavy blonde hair flowed down to the middle of her back and her pouty lips and big blue eyes rounded out the package.  Her face was her most striking feature; to call her beautiful redefined the word.  She looked several years older than she was and her body development reinforced the idea that she was much older than her true age.  In addition, the hormone pills that her doctor had secretly prescribed as anti-inflammatories had produced rapid breast enlargement that increased her B-cups to an astounding 34DD in just a few short weeks.  

At the time of the accident, Olivia's summer had been coming to a close and she was emotionally unsteady, the physical hardships placed on her body had taken a toll on her mind.  After taking on what she recorded as her two-thousandth fuck-partner the night before, she was emotionally spent.

It was on the car ride out to wherever they were going that Steve had disclosed that Reed, Steve's father, was going to make her have sex with farm animals. Steve said he didn't know what kinds specifically, but she'd likely know what horse cum tasted like before the night was over.

That was when Olivia snapped; she recalled yelling and screaming at Steve to turn the car around, even yanking on his arm as he drove along.  The road conditions weren't the best to begin with, it was raining heavily and it was getting close to dusk when she'd finally had enough.  

Olivia was in hysterics as she fought with Steve to turn around.  The last thing she remembered that night was the screeching of tires and the bright headlights beaming though the window before everything turned upside down, and then everything had gone black.

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"Mom, I think my eyes are starting to adjust.  Is that you?" Olivia asked.

"Yes honey, it's me.  Oh thank goodness you're alright, you had us so worried.  Stacy's been a nervous wreck since the accident too.  Oh and Steve's alright.  He was lucky, just a few scrapes and bruises."

"Steve, I forgot about Steve in all this.  Here it comes, she's going to want to know what we were doing way out in the country together.  What am I going to say, that he was taking me to have sex with a donkey?" she thought.

"Steve is ok?  Oh that's good to hear mom," Olivia replied as she saw her mother swim into focus.  It was so nice to see her face, it helped her ease her mind.

"Yeah, he feels so bad that he didn't see that drunk driver blow through the red light before it hit you guys," Lauren said as she gripped her daughter's hand.

"Well it's understandable, it was pretty dark out, and rainy too," Olivia replied feeling her mother's fingers grip her hand.  She squeezed back and was delighted to feel her fingers tighten around her mother's.

"Uh..., no Olivia it wasn't, it was bright and sunny.  Steve was giving you a ride to school."

"School?  Mom that was months ago.  Steve and I were way out in the country and it was dark and raining outside," Olivia contended.
Lauren Hastings glanced over at the nurse facing her and they exchanged puzzled looks.  "Sweetheart, you're mistaken.  The accident happened twelve days ago, on the Wednesday, two days before school ended."

"But mom, I remember everything that happened leading up to the crash and I'm telling you it happened in August and it was dark and rainy out and Steve and I were way out in the middle of nowhere," Olivia recounted.  She was as sure of the details leading up to the crash, as she was sure of who she was.  The crash happened exactly the way she remembered.  What her mother was talking about made no sense.  Olivia could feel her limbs now, flexing her fingers and toes and wiggling her arms and legs.

"Olivia, I'm not sure what you're talking about.  You've been in a coma for twelve days, it's June honey, not August.  I'm sure you were just dreaming or something," her mother said as she watched her daughter starting to move her limbs a little at a time.

"That just can't be mom, I remember everything that happened over the last two months.  I have memories of everything I've done this summer.  It has to be real, I couldn't have been dreaming," a frantic Olivia replied.

"Honey, I'm telling you it has to be a dream.  The day of the accident I was about to give you a ride and Steve was just getting into his car and offered to give you a ride to school.  Then on the way his car got hit by a guy who went through a red light.  The ambulance took you straight here and you've been in a coma ever since."

"I remember that day, there was no accident.  Steve dropped me off and then after school I walked home.  The day before that was..., it was..., the day I went to go see Dr. Sanders."

"That's right honey!  You're absolutely right.  Well, what do you remember about the day of the accident?"

"It was just another school day, like I said I remember walking home after school.  The next day you dropped me off and then Steve happened to see me walking home and he gave me a ride home.  He even offered to give me a ride to school the next day too and that was the last day of school."  Olivia could feel her legs moving and looked down to see them move.  She could clearly see her toes wiggling and her legs moving, her fingers and arms too.

"Honey, that couldn't have happened, Steve's car was a wreck, they put it on a flatbed truck and hauled it to the junk yard after the accident.  Whatever it is you think you remember must be some sort of vivid dream," Lauren answered.  Deep down Lauren knew brain injuries could cause some strange side effects, but this seemed out of the ordinary.  "Honey I don't have much experience with dreams during a coma, we'll ask the doctor and see if he thinks what you remember is normal, ok?"

"Mom, I'm sure you're right, but I don't see how this could have been just a dream, it was too real!  I can never remember regular dreams, but I can literally remember every detail about every day from the day you said the accident happened up until the crash, I remember it all!" Olivia stated.  Her mind was racing, it just couldn't be possible, her entire summer's sexual marathon wasn't real?  It was easy enough to prove, there was tons of evidence that would support her experiences besides just what she remembered, she had her giant boobs, her piercings, her collection of toys and outfits in her closet and her stash of cash and coke.  It had to exist, it just had to!

Looking down Olivia noticed something very much amiss, and panic set in.  "Mom!  Mom!  My boobs are gone!  Oh my God, what happened to my boobs!"  Olivia tried her best to lift her arms and barely managed to lift them onto her hips.

"Olivia!  My word, what has gotten into you!  Keep your voice down!  Your breasts are right where they belong.  Nothing happened to them in the accident, they're fine.  Now shush, you're embarrassing us both," Lauren said in shock.  The last thing she expected out of her precious daughter after waking up from the most traumatic thing she could ever imagine, was an outburst like that!

Managing to get her hands up to her chest, Olivia felt her boobs and they were gone!  Well, not gone, but they weren't big anymore!  They felt like they were back down to their normal size before all of this began!  "But that can't be!  I know it all happened!  I know I had sex!  I know I had a lot of sex!  I had sex thousands of times, with like two thousand guys!  It had to be real!  I remember every one of them!  How could I have just made up all those faces?  All those experiences?  I couldn't have dreamt it all up!  I don't believe it was all a dream!  It's just not possible!" she said in her head.

Olivia could feel her breasts through the gown, with her finger tips she was rubbing and feeling her breasts and specifically her nipples.  There was no bra and she could clearly feel her studs were gone.  "Did they take them out when they admitted me?  Or did the piercings never happen?"  Those thoughts swirled around in her head as she continued feeling her nipples, searching for some indication that what she remembered had happened.

"Olivia stop it!  Stop groping yourself!  Please sweetie, what's wrong with you?"  Lauren was in shock, she'd never imagined her daughter capable of such a lewd act.

"Nothing mom, it's just..., it's just...  "Just what Olivia?  Are you going to tell your mother that in your dreamed up reality, your tits blew up to the size of cantaloupes?  Exactly how do you plan on explaining that?  Blame it all on Dr. Sanders and say the pills he gave you turned you into a big-titted sex fiend?  No you're going to shut up and try to piece it together by yourself.  If there are answers to find, you'll have to do it without prying eyes watching.  Just because you don't have your nipple studs in doesn't mean it didn't happen.  Maybe they took them out?  If that's the case the holes will still be there.  Just check when nobody is around Olivia."

"It's just I thought they'd grown in my dream so I was just checking.  Sorry about that," Olivia answered.  

The truth was Olivia couldn't wait to be alone so she could check out her tits, and her pussy too, she had a clit ring that she remembered vividly.  She could still remember the pain she felt the morning she woke up to find the golden ring through her clit hood, her tits hurt even worse.  "How could that be a dream?  All the memories were so vivid, especially the memories of her sex.  How could you dream about something you've never experienced before?  The pleasure, the pain, and the overwhelming feeling from all those orgasms?  There's no way it could all be a dream!"

"That's alright dear, we'll be going home soon and you can see for yourself that everything is back to normal."

"Sounds great mom, I can't wait to go home."

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Olivia's next big shock was when they extracted the catheter from her urethra.  Looking down Olivia saw her pubic hair, as sparse as it was still in place.  From her memories, after Joey had shaved off her pussy hair, she'd kept it shaved.  She had vivid memories of shaving her pussy every four or five days, week after week of it. There was no way it could have grown back that fast.  "Could it really be?  Just a dream?"

She'd already examined her breasts and found no sign of any piercings, likewise when they were pulling out the catheter, there was no sign that anything had ever piercing into the delicate skin surrounding her clitoris.  It was one small disappointment after another.

Olivia thought back to everything that she remembered happening and felt a sadness growing within her.  So many memories, so many first experiences, how could it all have been a dream?  How could all those things that had provided her with such fond memories be fake?  It was like finding out Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny didn't exist, all in the same day.  There was an empty pit down in her stomach, and it was filled with dread.

The doctors came in throughout the day and performed several tests to be sure it was safe to let her go home.  Everything seemed alright they reported, but the doctors also said that all the tests leading up to her awakening had turned out normal too.  The MRI and CT scans revealed nothing suspicious and frankly they weren't sure why she took so long to for her to come out of the coma.  Olivia was too frightened to mention her lengthy dream state for fear they would keep her in any longer.

They had insisted she take a wheelchair out of the hospital as they were concerned about her strength; the ride down the elevator churned Olivia's stomach and reminded her of the sinking feeling she had that an entire summer's worth of memories were lost.  Emotionally it would be a very trying time she concluded as a tear ran down her cheek.  Sex had been such an adventure, sometimes scary, but most of the time it was like riding a roller coaster, some ups, some downs, but at the end of the ride, you just wanted to jump back on and ride it again and again.  

Olivia was still in denial as she sat there in the wheelchair on her apparently virgin pussy.  Everything was still so vivid as Olivia thought about the memories, she could recall every feeling, every sensation of every kind of sex she'd ever performed.  Even now she could still feel the stretch of a big cock splitting her pussy lips apart as it sunk into her silky depths.  The mere thought of a recalled memory made her pulse quicken; little beads of sweat broke out along her forehead as she imagined Joey's big thick cock sliding in between her legs, the crown of his big veiny shaft forcing its way into her tight pussy like so many other cocks had done during her summer as a mega-slut (if she ever was one at all).  She could feel the curvature of his cock as it made its way up her love tunnel, the way it changed its entrance angle as it sunk deeper.  He had a big one and it was rock hard, it was the kind that punched you in the gut when it bottomed out.  "How could I just imagine that feeling, if it was all a dream?" Olivia kept wondering.

It was a lovely thought, and one she'd like to relive some day as the bumpy ride of the wheel chair brought her attention back to the present.

"Easy does it honey," Lauren said as she wheeled the chair up to the door of her car.  It had been an exciting day with her only child coming out of her coma with apparently no brain damage and no memory loss.  Well other than her claims that it was August and school was about to start, that was pretty weird.

As Lauren pulled out of the parking lot, she turned to her daughter and said, "Hey hon, your cell phone is in my purse, you might want to call Stacey and let her know you're ok.  You're phone's been going crazy with text messages ever since the accident, I assume most of them are hers."

"They're probably all Alfred's and Reed's letting me know where I'll be fucking," she thought, still not fully accepting that her summer sexathon didn't happen.  Digging out her phone, Olivia checked out her text list and another wave of sadness fell over her, there was nothing there but messages from her closest friends.  There was nothing from Reed, nothing from Alfred, not even a single message from the guys from the church.  Big Lou and Elliott had texted her almost daily for over a week leading up to the accident.  Olivia could remember just about every one, mostly because of the guilt she felt for not replying back to them as often as she should have.

Denial was something that was coming easy to the young traumatized girl as she read through the messages.  Surely there must be something, some clue that her experiences weren't just some part of a lucid dream.  There were messages from best friend Stacey, and ones from her other friends Sarah, Kylee, Amanda and Emily.  They all offered their prayers and hoped she'd be home soon so they could hang out and enjoy the summer break together.  A tear ran down Olivia's cheek as she realized that her treasure trove of memories must be false.

Returning home, Olivia made her way through the house and into her room, searching for anything that would lend credence to her collection of memories.  Everywhere she turned, everywhere she looked, yielded nothing but a vacuous dead end.  Her room looked the same as the day she left to go to the farm with Steve, her bed was unmade, her closet door slightly ajar, even her jar of cream from Dr. Sanders was sitting on her bedside table just like she remembered.  In the back of her mind she was hoping beyond hope that the jar of cream contained the drugs that had helped to start the whole transformation from an innocent schoolgirl to a mega-slut.

"Checking out that cream is definitely going to be on the top of my list of things to do tonight," Olivia thought.  Even if it was all a dream, it still meant that it had been a week and a half since she'd last masturbated and mega-slut or no megaslut, Olivia Hastings was still a slave to masturbating.  It was her chronic masturbating that landed her in Dr. Sanders office in the first place after she'd rubbed her clitty raw.  "Well, even if I'm not the biggest slut in the world, I can put one guy on my list who's seen my pussy!  Dr. Sanders, eww gross!"  It was an amusing thought that put a smile on Olivia's face.  It wasn't much of a claim to fame in comparison to her dreamt up slutty accomplishments, but it was a start.

Olivia was thinking about her lengthy list of guys she remembered sleeping with, it kept her mind busy as she searched her room, crossing item after item off her list of things that she should have had if her dreams had been real.  The drugs were gone, the money was gone, her box of toys from the House of Skin, even the nice clothes she'd purchased from the mall were gone.  "Hell, I'd be shocked if any place called the "House of Skin" even existed," she thought.

It was an emotional event, cleaning out the collection of memories and seeing that each and every item she remembered didn't exist.  It was terribly sad and Olivia felt extremely depressed about it all.  In her dreams she'd been somebody special, albeit a special slut, but she made an impression on every life she touched.  She made men's dreams come true.  She was the unobtainable Lolita that they all fantasized about, and they could have her if they wanted.  Olivia the super-slut even went out of her way to find those men and offer them her body for free, it wasn't until Reed and Alfred had their hooks into her that she could only be had for a price.  

Oh and they paid, they paid a lot.  The eighteen thousand dollars she had stashed away in her closet was proof of that, and that was only her meager cut.  Olivia could only imagine how much money the guys made off her pussy...  "But..., it didn't happen."  She'd been lost in her memories again as if it had all actually happened.  It was going to be a very, very difficult transition she realized as she slid so easily back into her super-slut persona.

Why she was finding it so hard to believe she was just a virginal twelve year old was beyond her comprehension.  Olivia so badly wanted those memories to be real again, there was something about being that slut that she couldn't ignore, something that held real value for her.  The memories were all she had left and even though they were as real as any other memory she had of real life events, she was worried they'd fade away like every other dream she'd had.

That was it, Olivia decided right there to write down everything she remembered.  Every day right from the beginning and every guy she could remember.  Sitting down at her computer, Olivia went to work tracing back every encounter she could remember.

"Whatcha doing honey?" Lauren asked peaking in her door.

"Nothing mom, just checking email," Olivia replied as she swapped screens to one showing her unread emails.

"Did you call Stacey yet?"

"Oh crap, I forgot," Olivia replied realizing she'd totally blown off calling her best friend, who was probably worried sick.

"Language young lady," Lauren responded before closing her door and leaving her daughter to her privacy.  It was nice to have her home again, safe and sound.  Olivia, her beautiful daughter with every door open to her.  She had the looks and the brains that would make every step in her life that much easier to take.  Lauren was truly lucky to have such a well mannered and sensible daughter.  Olivia never got up to any trouble, always acted responsibly and didn't even show much of an interest in boys, yet.  "Oh, that day will be coming soon enough.  What are you going to do then mom?" Lauren asked herself.  "With Olivia's looks, the boys will be showing up in droves before too long."

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"Hi Stace, it's me.  How are you?" Olivia asked her best friend.

"Oh my God Liv!  How ya doing?"

"I'm fine.  What are you doing right now?"

"Nothing, can I come over?"

"Yeah absolutely.  I have something to tell you, and show you if you want."

"What is it?  Sounds juicy."

"Can't tell you over the phone, you'll think I'm weird or something.  Just come on over, k?"

"Sure thing Liv, I'm on my way."

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Stacy Bennett pedaled her bike over to her best friend's house in record time.  It had been almost two weeks since the accident and she missed her best friend badly.  As if that wasn't enough, now Olivia had something juicy to tell her, and she couldn't do it over the phone!  What could it be?  She's been in a coma for twelve days!

Parking her bike at the side of the house, Stacey bolted up the stairs and rushed inside.  "Hi Mrs. Hastings, is Olivia in her room?"

"Hiya Stacey, and you can call my Lauren.  You don't have t be so formal you know," Lauren joked playfully with her daughter's best friend.

"Ok, thanks, see ya!" Stacey replied as she ran down the hallway and burst through the door to Olivia's room. 

Olivia jumped like she'd been shot out of a cannon at the abrupt entry.

"Sorry Liv, I didn't mean to startle you," Stacy said as she bounded over and hugged her friend.  She'd obviously caught her friend off-guard.

"No it's ok, I was in the middle of writing something and I thought you might be my mother," Olivia whispered.

"What is it you're writing?" Stacy asked in the same quiet tone.

"It's a memoir of sorts," Olivia said as she noticed the expression on her friend's face change from happy to curious.  "Better sit down, this will take some explaining..."

Stacy jaw dropped open along with innumerable "Oh my Gods" and "Are you serious" thrown in with a few other choice phrases as Olivia Hastings told her every gory detail about what had transpired in her head during her twelve day coma.

"Liv, that's kinda... uh... unbelievable.  I can't believe that was all from a dream."

"It wasn't "just" a dream Stace.  It was real, at least in my head it was real.  Every part of it, I can remember it all, every bit of it.  Every smell, every feeling, and every person like they were real."

"And you had... sex with them all?"

"Yeah, you too, I mean you had sex too, with just about as many guys as I did," Olivia replied as she reclined back on her bed.

"But why guys? I mean why older guys?  Why not cute boys from our school?  Why not hot celebrities or something like that, why all the gross old guys?"

"I don't know?  It was like it was more reality than fantasy when it came to that part.  It was like they were the ones that wanted to get with us the most and my brain just connected it together.  Plus that's who Steve kept finding for us and I think we avoided guys we knew because we were trying to keep that part of our lives a secret.  That's all I can figure."

"And it was fun?"

"The sex part?"

"Yeah."

"Stace, let me tell you, it was better than anything you've ever experienced before.  It was mind blowing.  You know the craziest part, is how much fun it was.  Doing something I've..., sorry, we've never done before.  The part I don't get, and this is what's driving me crazy, is how I could dream up something like that and it seem so real, if I've never experienced it before?"

"You got me Liv, I wouldn't have a clue.  But you said I was just as crazy about the sex part, as you were?"

"Yeah, you kept trying to out-do me every chance you got.  Oh and I forgot, by the time you were done Dr. Sanders' hormone pills, you had C-cup boobs!"

"No shit!  I had big tits, and I was a slut?  Holy cow, that's awesome.  How do I get into your dream?" Stacy giggled making cupping motions with her hands over her nearly breastless chest, mimicking what her "dream" boobies would have been like.

"Stace I gotta tell you, I'm going crazy inside.  My brain keeps telling me all these memories are real and my body keeps telling me the same thing."

"What do you mean, your body?"

"I think my brain is telling me that I should go out and have sex.  I mean it sounds dumb, but I've been craving something ever since I woke up and I couldn't put my finger on it until now.  I think my brain is telling my body, or maybe it's the other way around, my body is telling my brain it needs sex!" Olivia whispered.  Already she could feel her pussy tingling at the thought.  It was a virginal pussy, but the prospect of a cock was making her pussy wet.

"Liv, you're still a virgin right?"

"Well yeah, I mean I haven't checked since I left the hospital, but I should be, why?"

"Well just like you said a second ago, how can you crave something you've never had before?"

"That's the strange part, I don't know, I just know what I want, or maybe what I "need" is more accurate."

"Liv, this is crazy.  You say you "know" but how can you know?  I mean, you've never even kissed a boy before, well not a real kiss anyway."

"That's just it Stace, I just know.  I can't explain it any other way other than I just know."

"How?"

"It's like..., well, you love your parents right?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Well, how do you know?"

"Ahh, I see where you're going with this.  It's like the "how do I know there's a God?" thing?"

"Exactly, you know it only because you feel it with love, or you have faith in it with God.  It's the same thing for me and sex."

"Come on Liv, think about it.  I've had good dreams that I want to be real too.  It doesn't mean I can wake up and suddenly fly like a bird just because I dreamed I could."

"This isn't like that Stace, I know it sounds crazy and I know it's hard to accept, but I feel like I just have to do it.  That doesn't mean I want to turn into this gigantic slut or anything.  But I'm going to crazy if I just ignore it.  I have to just do it I guess."

"So what are you going to do?  It's not like you can just go have sex, I mean you don't know anybody you could do that with, plus you're still twelve.  Can you even have sex at twelve?"

"I don't know, I assume I can, I mean I did in my dream.  It seemed pretty easy to find guys to have sex with in my dream.  How hard can it be?"

"You're serious aren't you?  I was hoping you were kidding, but you're not kidding are you?"

"No I'm not kidding.  I think I really need it Stace."

"But you'd be giving up your virginity on account of a dream, not to mention you could get pregnant, or catch a disease or something."

"I'd be careful, I'd make the guy wear a condom.  I haven't got my period yet so I can't get pregnant, but I'd still make him wear one anyway."

"I thought you could though?"

"Not until you get your first period you can't."

"Are you sure?  What if you had your first..., uh, you know, when you produce your first egg before your first period-"

"Ovulate?"

"Yeah, what if you ovulated and had sex at the same, you could get pregnant without ever having your first period."

"Yeah I guess..., but it doesn't matter, if I do go through with this I'll make him wear a condom, just like I said."

"Well who is this "him" you keep referring to anyway?  Where are you going to find a guy to do it with?"

"I don't know, I suppose I could pick one of the cute guys from school and just invite him over for a swim when my mom's not home.  One thing could lead to another and you know..."

"That's fine if you want everyone at school to know you're a slut."

"You're right, they would think that, wouldn't they?"  The pre-accident Olivia Hastings would have been mortified with the mere mention of being thought of as a slut; the post-accident Olivia was seeing things differently and wondered momentarily why sleeping with just one boy would label her as a slut.

"Uh, yeah.  Remember Rachel Singer?  She supposedly let Bobby Lewis feel her tits and now all the boys call her a slut.  Remember?"

"Yeah, I forgot," Olivia replied thinking back to the day they all heard about Rachel's ordeal.  As far as anyone knew, Rachel hadn't let Bobby within ten feet of her tits, but her reputation was already ruined.  "I guess that means it has to be somebody outside of school, somebody none of our friends know."

"Ooh, a mysterious stranger!"

"That's it!  A stranger, somebody we don't know.  That's brilliant Stace!"

"What's brilliant?"

"A stranger."

"I'm not following."

"Where better to meet a stranger to hook up with, than the internet?  It's crawling with guys who'd die to get a chance to hook up with somebody like me!"

"Yeah, they're called perverts and psychos.  Tell me you're kidding again, right?"

"No, I can post a message saying I'm looking for an anonymous hook-up and see what kind of response I get.  If they're all lame, I don't respond.  If there's one that looks right, maybe I respond and see where it leads," Olivia replied with a big smile on her face.

"Liv, you're crazy.  That's just too dangerous."

"Oh stop it, there's no harm in posting a message.  I'll use a new email account, use a fake name.  Nobody will know who I am.  It's just harmless fun.  Maybe it'll give me a thrill and that's all I need, and maybe there's a Prince Charming out there who I want to meet up with.  Yeah I know I'm talking about sex, but come on Stace, I really need to figure this out.  Stop giving me that look, come on and get on my side would ya?"

"Alright fine, I'll humor you for now.  But give it a few days before you actually do this, ok?  See if whatever this "need" of yours passes, maybe it's just because the dream is so fresh in your mind.  Maybe after a few days you won't feel the same way."

"Well, it's not like I was planning on getting it on tonight!  I want to be choosey about the guy.  Who knows, maybe nobody will want to have sex with me."

"Now you're just being stupid, they'll be lining up to have sex with you.  You'll see."

"You really think so?"

"Duhh!" Stacy remarked.  "You know, normally I'd be the one coming up with the weird and whacky ideas, it just seems too weird that it's you and not me.  I'm not sure what that whack on the head did to you, maybe jarred something loose, but you are definitely a different Olivia Hastings than I remembered."

"If you had a head full of memories like I do, you'd understand.  Stace, seriously, we had so much fun together getting up to no-good, banging all these hot guys.  I'm telling you, you wouldn't even question me for one second if you had experienced it all yourself!"

"I'm trying to believe you Liv, but I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about.  How could sex be that much fun?"

"It's like masturbating, only a hundred times better!" Olivia gushed while staring at her friend, watching for the light bulb to click on.  Olivia received nothing but a blank stare.  "Wait a minute.  Don't tell you you've never masturbated?"

"Well, I've been meaning to, it's just that.., well..., I get scared."

"What do you mean scared?"

"Well, I start, and it feels really good, but then it feels like I'm going to pee or something and I stop," a sheepish Stacy replied.

"Stace, your homework for tonight is to go home and "jill" yourself until you cum and then you'll understand what this is all about.  Take that feeling and multiply it like I said, by like a hundred, ok?"

"Alright, but what if I pee myself?"

"You won't.  You'll get juicy down there but you won't pee.  If you're worried, put a towel under your butt.  Trust me, once you start, you'll never stop.  And if there's any truth to my dreams, sex will be way better than masturbating, and that's awesome!"

"Fine, I'll try it," Stacy responded.  She was still scared, but if her best friend was telling her how amazing it was, she'd have to go through with it.

"You know, for such a big flirt like you, I would have thought you'd have tried it by now."

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, just try it, now help me come up with a way to find a guy online."

Thirty minutes later, Olivia posted her message, it read:

"Please help me lose my Cherry"

"Hi, I'm eighteen and have been saving my virginity for Mr. Right, but now I realize I want Mr. Right-Now.  I'm 5'4" and weigh 114 pounds.  I have long blonde hair and I'm told I look like Kate Hudson.  I have great legs and perky B-cup boobs.  The winner of my virginity will pay for the hotel of my choosing and transportation to and from the hotel.  Please send a photo and details along with the reasons why I should pick you.  I will contact you by email if you are the successful candidate.  Signed, Candy."

"One question Liv, why the name Candy?"

"Because I'm sweet like Candy!"  With that, both girls burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all; a twelve year old girl sending out a request to complete strangers to win the opportunity to bust her hymen.

"You're crazy.  How long do you think it will take before you get your first reply?"

"I don't know.  Do you think I should include a photo to encourage them?"

"I would if I had your face and body, but you can't let them see your face."

"True, here, use my phone and take a picture of me, we'll upload it with the message."

"What are you going to wear, not what you have on are you?" Stacy asked, looking at Olivia in her "fresh from the hospital" garb.

"A bikini? Bra and panties?  What do you think?"

"I'd go bra and panties, it'll be sexier."

"Done."  Five minutes later, Olivia posed for a few shots wearing the sexiest bra and panty set she owned, which would hardly be considered sexy considering her age and her prudish mother not allowing her to own anything too sexy.  A few keystrokes later and a new email address to go with it, and Olivia's sex offer was off in cyberspace.

"Let's just see how long it takes to get a reply," Olivia said as she heard her mother's voice calling from down the hall.  "What did you say mom!" Olivia shouted back.

"Does Stacy want to stay for dinner?"

"Sure Ms. Hastings, I mean Lauren."

"My mom wants you to call her by her first name now?  Wow, what kind of twilight zone did I wake up into?" Olivia laughed.

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Olivia didn't realize how hungry she actually was until she scarfed down four slices of pizza and two cans of soda.  It had been almost an hour since the girls had posted her online request and Olivia was dying to check her new email address and see if she had any responses.

"Mom, Stacy and I are going to hang out in my room now, k?"

"Sure dear, I'll tidy up the dishes and maybe take a dip in the pool after.  You girls are welcome to join me if you like." Lauren offered.

"Maybe in a bit mom," Olivia replied as the two girls raced down the hall.

"Holy crap, you have like twenty-three messages already!" Stacy remarked in disbelief.  "I didn't know there were that many desperate guys out there!"

Apparently the photo of her fine body with her face partially obscured along with her description comparing her to Kate Hudson was enough to grease the wheels as the emails continued to pour in.  Olivia was quickly scanning through the messages and checking out the photos attached.  Some of the photos were just of the guy's dick while some were of the guys fully naked.  Most were in a state of arousal and the ages ranged from boys in their late teens up to old men in their sixties.  Most were pretty revolting, but some piqued Olivia's curiosity.  They all had one thing in common, they really wanted to crawl between her legs and pop her cherry, and it was getting Olivia turned-on.

Some of the guys didn't have much to offer "down there" while others seemed pretty large.  That raised a good question in Olivia's mind.  The Queen of the Sluts from her dream would have chosen the guys with the biggest dicks without giving it another thought, but she wasn't that person, at least not yet anyway.  Olivia remembered the night that Steve busted her hymen in his basement and how much it had hurt then, and she'd been drunk too.  Steve was above average in size and it hurt; if she picked one of those guys for her first time, it might really do some damage!  Then again, how would she know?  The whole thing had been a dream and she really had no idea what the pain would be like or how big Steve's dick was in comparison to the guys in these pictures anyway.

Going back to her list, Olivia found several new messages.  It seemed every time Olivia checked one email, she'd go back to her list and there'd be two or three more new ones waiting.  She was up to fifty emails now and they continued to pour in.  All those pictures of dicks and all the messages from the guys saying what they wanted to do to her body, was really having an effect on the young tween.  What Olivia wanted more than anything was to whip down her shorts and frig her clit like a mad-woman until she had an orgasm.  It had been twelve days since her last one and she really needed one now, she also needed an excuse to get rid of her friend so she could get that much-needed cum.

"Hey Stace, you want to take a break and go for a swim with my mom?"

"Are you sure you want a break?  This is kinda fun checking out these guys.  Well, not all of them, some of these guys are pretty gross, but some of them are cute, and some of them are hung!"
It must have been the experiences from her dream and what the internal slut in her remembered, but Olivia didn't see any gross guys there.  They all had the ability and the desire to give her what her body told her she needed, a strong man with a hard cock, and she was going to get that in some way, shape or form soon enough.  The question was, is that really what she needed?  It was impossible to know something you've never known before.  Every fiber of her being told her that sex was what she needed, her juicy cunt seemed to agree too as it was soaking through the crotch of her panties.

"Yeah, let's take a break, we can go through these later.  I need to cool off a little," Olivia joked.  The reality of the situation was exactly that, she was a fire cracker ready to explode and she needed relief, bad!

Grabbing two bathing suits and offering one to her friend, Olivia headed off to the bathroom claiming she needed to do some "business" before jumping in the pool.  Her "business" involved two fingers going knuckle deep in her pussy while the fingers of her other hand danced over her clitoris.

One thing was certain, her pussy was definitely still virginal as the tightness enveloped her two fingers like a vise as she stimulated her loins.  It may have been the fastest she'd ever cum in her short career at masturbating, but it was certainly well worth it.  The endorphin rush washed away all the pent up sexual frustration she'd been feeling all day long.  If there was any doubt about her need for sex, it was re-confirmed now.  She needed sex like an addict needed a fix.

Pulling on her bathing suit over her smoking hot pussy, Olivia donned her top and headed for the backyard.  She heard voices and laughing, and wondered what she was missing out on as she walked through the back door.

It was a surreal moment, Stacy and her mother were in the pool laughing and getting splashed by Reed and Steve Johnson from next door.  There they were, the two guys she had such vivid memories of from her dream, there in the flesh.  The two guys who had violated her every hole in every conceivable position, and had forcefully pushed her down the road to slutdom.  "But all that never happened, did it Olivia?" her brain asked her.

Reed looked every bit as hunky as she remembered and from the way his swim trunks were tenting out, it looked like he was just as hung in real life.  Steve looked pretty good in his swim trunks too, they were both in really good shape.  "Maybe I don't need to go fishing online after all," she thought as she jumped into the pool to join the fray.

"Olivia, so good to see you up and around!" Reed shouted above the noise.

In her mind, Olivia heard him shout "When do I get to fuck you again!" and stopped the girl in her tracks. "What?" Olivia asked in shock, her jaw hanging open.

"I said it's good to see you up and around," he replied.

"Uhhh..., thanks Mr. Johnson, I'm just glad to be home."

"Great, now my mind is playing tricks on me.  Ghosts of lovers past playing games with me," she thought.  It was strange though, seeing these two in the flesh, literally.  Especially after the vivid dreams she had of the two Johnson men.  Steve popping her cherry in his basement, and the first time fucking Reed - waking up on Steve's couch with his cock sawing into her pussy with Stacy and Steve sleeping away next to her.  Reed looked exactly the same in his swim trunks as he did naked from her dream.  "Well, of course, you've seen him over here in the pool before you dummy!" she thought as she jumped into the pool and joined the party.

The group played in the pool for the better part of an hour, laughing, joking and splashing one another.  Steve picked Olivia up on a few occasions to throw her in the deep end, just to tease her.  Olivia swooned as Steve picked her up to throw her once again.  He cradled her in his arms as he hoisted her up, her breasts crushing against his muscular chest in the process; is hands lingering on her bottom just a tad too long as he tossed her.

"Is he flirting with me?  I think he just tried to feeling me up?" Olivia reflected as she swam back to him to get him to do it again.  This time he cradled her just a little longer, feigning exhaustion while he held her.  Olivia wrapped her one arm around his neck to "hold on" better while he recovered.  It was momentary, but as far as Olivia was concerned, it was a "real" moment as their bodies pressed together.  As fleeting as it was, it had Olivia's wheels spinning before she felt her body being launched back into the deep end.  The two kept at it until Steve couldn't manage another throw, but by then it was getting both obvious and awkward at the same time, that the two were flirting.

"I think you guys have had enough," voiced Lauren as she watched her daughter get dropped back into the deep end for the last time.  Ever the concerned mother, Lauren saw the look in Stephen's eyes and knew he was admiring her daughter's body.  As much as she hated to admit it, the kid was growing up and she had the figure to prove it.  She had a real flare to her hips and had pretty big boobs for a twelve year old.  Of course all those years of dancing had given her great legs and cute little tushy too.

Pretty soon she'd have to stand by the front door with a shotgun when the boys started calling.  And judging by the "problem" Stephen was trying to hide in the front of his swim trunks, the time was apparently at hand.  Glancing over at Reed, it seemed his eyes were on her daughter's body as well.  "Men, they're all perverts, all they think about is sex, it's a good thing us women aren't like that!" Lauren concluded.

Had Lauren asked her daughter that question right now, she would have received a different answer as Olivia felt as aroused as she'd ever been with all the contact she'd had up against Steve's hard body.  Several times she "accidentally" brushed her hip up against his cock and each time found it harder than the previous time.  Of course she would never admit she was doing it on purpose, but she was getting a thrill from it every time.  Maybe Steve could fuck her and get the monkey off her back.  But he was her neighbor and would have to see him all the time.  What if he rejected her, or what if it went badly?  She'd have to live next to him for years to come and how could she bear to see him after that?

No, her plan of losing her virginity to some random guy from the internet seemed like the safest way to do it without anyone finding out.  But what then?  What if she found sex just as rewarding as she was expecting it to be?  Who would she fuck then?  Steve would always be next door.  Maybe he was the guy for the job.  So many possibilities swam around in her twelve year old head.

The light in the sky was starting to fade and Reed and Steve excused themselves to go home.  They each gave Olivia a "Welcome Back Home" hug and crossed through the gate and went home.  Olivia felt butterflies in her stomach, she could clearly feel Reed's cock through his suit as he hugged her.  It was pressed up against her tummy and she pushed right back against it, wedging it between their bodies.  He instinctively pulled back, but not before she knew that he knew, she could feel his cock.  Reed gave her a funny look as he broke their hug, the look was as if to say, "did you just hug my cock?"

She did a repeat performance with Steve and he lingered just a little longer than his dad as he enjoyed her press-therapy up against his manhood.  Both men left the Hastings backyard with their towels partially covering the front of their suits.

"Those were quite the hugs you just gave dear, don't do it again," Lauren scolded her.

"Sorry mom, I was just being polite."

"You don't have to get so close to hug you know.  A little separation is more appropriate."

"Yes mother," Olivia acknowledged as she and Stacy headed inside and down the hall to her room.

"Wow, I thought I was the flirt around here.  Where did all that come from Liv?"

"I guess I'm a changed person now.  I little bump on the head, some lucid dreaming and a masturbation session before coming out to the pool all added up to it."

"Wait, that's what took you so long to come outside?  I thought you really had to go to the bathroom or something.  You were masturbating in there?"

"Yep, and it felt awesome too!  My first one since the accident."

"Ok, enough, let's check your email."

"Ok."

The girls opened up Olivia's new email account and were shocked to find over one hundred emails in total.  They scrolled through twenty or thirty before Olivia's mom informed Stacy she needed to go home because "Olivia needed her rest".

Lauren gave Stacy a quick ride home and returned to tell her daughter to get to bed.

Olivia agreed and then turned off her light and closed the door wishing her mother a good night.  Secretly Olivia wasn't tired at all, she was too jacked up over the responses she'd received to her internet request.  With her pj bottoms around her ankles and her one hand buried in her crotch, Olivia stroked her clit like crazy as she scrolled the through the responses and the especially the pictures the guys had sent.  So many guys and so many hard dicks, how was she going to choose just one from all those?

"Why choose just one Liv?" she asked herself.  "You have a whole collection guys right there at your fingertips, and they all want you."  That sounded like the Queen of the Sluts talking Olivia thought as she scrolled through the guys.  

Olivia started grouping the guys according to the score sheet she had in her head.  There weren't judged by any particular category, it wasn't by age, by looks or by body type.  It was the whole package and there were enough to choose from that she could take her pick.

Selecting the top ten, Olivia started writing back to the guys letting them know they were finalists and letting them know she would be picking one of them right away.  She was so horny that she wanted to meet some of them tonight, but there was no way she could sneak out her first night home from the hospital.  Tomorrow was Tuesday, her mom would be back to work; it would be short notice but maybe she could set something up for tomorrow night.  Of course she had to pick one guy before then, she currently had ten.

"I'll just wait and see what their responses are like before I choose," Olivia thought as she neared her second orgasm of the night.  "God I wish I still had one of my vibrators, I could really use a cock in me right now," Olivia murmured quietly.  Of course she'd never owned one, nor had she every had a cock in her pussy before, but her memories coupled with the urges she felt from her loins, made her wish she had a vibrator, or a cock for that matter, to fix her urgent need to fill her pussy.

With a little inspiration, Olivia thought she could find a fake cock she could make do with.  Olivia thought back to one of her first conversations with Stacy shortly after they both lost their virginities.  Of course it was all a dream, but Olivia recalled Stacy say she and Phil had come up with some good substitutes after Phil could no longer get it up anymore.  "What did she try?  A carrot, I remember that.  What else?  A cucumber, a broom stick I think.  Oh that's it!  Her hair brush handle!  Of course!"

Olivia rummaged around through her drawer and found her favorite hairbrush.  It had one of those soft gel filled handles with a rounded tip at the end that expanded towards the middle and then tapered down smaller towards the brush part.  "Perfect, not too big, not too small," Olivia whispered as she rubbed the tip along her moistened labia.

What would have been an easy trip up her well-seasoned vagina from her dreams, turned out to be somewhat more difficult to her virgin kitty in real life Olivia quickly found out as she tried working the soft handle into her eager pussy.  She was wet, but not quite wet enough to allow passage for the tacky handle she found out.  "How the hell am I going to get a cock in here if this thing is giving me a hard time?" Olivia thought as she reached for her jar of rash cream, only in this reality, that's all it was, was rash cream.

Olivia lubed up the handle with the cream and went back to work trying to wedge the handle up inside.  It was pretty close to what she thought a real cock would be like in terms of size and as she felt the pain increase with every shove inwards, Olivia was pretty sure she was close to breaking her own cherry.

A million questions flew through her mind as she pushed the handle in deeper: should I break my own cherry and deny the lucky contest winner the opportunity?  Is it going to hurt and how much?  Am I going to bleed all over the place?  Is it going to hurt?  Is it going to feel as good as my memories recall?  Is it going to hurt, a lot?  

Olivia decided right there that if it was going to hurt, she'd rather find out in the privacy of her own room than with a total stranger where the moment was supposed to be about her having sex for the first time and enjoying it.  If it was going to hurt a lot and take the fun out of it, what would be the point?  Plus this way she could be in control and decide how far she would go.

Getting up off her chair, Olivia squatted down onto the floor with her weight resting on her knees and feet.  Her thought was to drop her eight down onto the brush handle and jam it up through her hymen.  It would be like jumping into a cold swimming pool, better to just do it and deal with the pain afterwards than to ease in slowly, inch by inch.

Positioning the handle with the tip in as far as she could comfortably manage, Olivia screwed up her courage and went for it, dropping her weight down.  The handle might as well have been a razor sharp spear with the pain it caused.  Olivia doubled over and yanked the handle free as a white-hot pain shot out from her pussy.  "Ohhhh," Olivia moaned as she lay there writhing, trying to be as quiet as possible.

She could feel a slow trickle of liquid oozing down her thigh.  Assuming it must be blood, Olivia quickly scooted over to her desk and retrieved a tissue and wiped.  Sure enough, it was blood, but not like a gusher or anything she observed.  Less than a bloody nose, but holy crap did it ever hurt; way more than she'd expected.  In her dream, Steve had jammed his bigger than average cock in her pussy, taking her virginity in his basement.  The pain had been momentary and the pleasure quickly followed.

That was dream, this was reality, and it hurt like a bitch as Olivia fought back tears as she lay there on the floor her poor bloody pussy still hurting.  "How could such a little flap of skin hurt so much?" she thought as she sat up, still holding the Kleenex up against her pussy.  At least the bleeding had stopped, and the pain seemed to be subsiding somewhat.

Olivia looked down at the hairbrush on her floor, little streaks of pink mixed in with the white-colored cream were still present on the handle.  The sad thing she realized as she sat there staring at the brush, was that she didn't even know if the "job" was done.  "Did I actually break it or just a little?  Holy fuck, how much will it hurt more if I didn't do the job completely?"  Olivia was faced with the reality that maybe things wouldn't be a simple as they were in her dreams.  Maybe being a big slut wasn't as fun and easy as it seemed?  Maybe she wasn't ready?  "No everything in my being tells me that it will be as fun as it was in my dreams.  It was just too real for it all to be made up.  It has to be, it just has to be."

Olivia was determined, she needed to prove to herself that she could do it, go through with all of the things that she'd enjoyed as the Queen of the Sluts.  And it all started with her pussy, she needed to get her pussy ready for that which she knew deep down in her heart she wanted.  She wanted to be a woman and enjoy the things a woman enjoyed.  She wanted the touch, the feel of a man in her arms, the feeling of being taken with all the force he could muster.  To be plundered and soiled, to be used for carnal pleasure, to be the slut she was destined to be.  "Did I really just think that?  Boy I must be reading too many romance novels!  Ha, ha."

Well if she was really going to carry out her plan and get fucked, she needed her pussy to get with the program and be ready.  That meant she needed to suck it up and make sure she was ready for whomever the first guy was going to be.  She needed to get that hairbrush handle all the way in and take care of that hymen.

Slathering on another coat of her cream, Olivia got back down on her knees and lined the handle back up with her pussy.  She eased her hips down until she could feel the rounded tapered end start to slide inside.  It was easy going just like the first time, that was until she encountered the very tender skin of her partially broken hymen.  "Fuck, I didn't go all the way through it, now or never!"  Olivia slammed her hips down, impaling the handle all the way in until she could feel the rough bristles up against her labia.

"Arggghhhhhhh!" she whimpered as quietly as possible.  She was a woman now, and it hurt like a mother fucker.  Olivia doubled over with her arms wrapping around her torso in her best attempt to deal with the pain.  She kept the handle lodged up into her cunt as the throbs coming from her kitty started to subside.  It wasn't as bad as the first time, but it still hurt.

It certainly hurt way more than in the dream she concluded.  Olivia remained on the floor for several minutes, feeling the thickness of the brush handle wedged between her legs, her pussy muscles gripping the soft gel handle with vise-like pressure.  It hurt, and as she lay there, forced her body to relax as she became more accustomed to the pain.  Strangely enough, as she relaxed her muscles, the pain quickly started to subside.  It didn't disappear altogether, at least not right away, but the relaxation thing really worked.  

The handle made her feel "full" and it felt very strange at first, having something shoved up there, but it was a feeling she would need to get used to if she wanted to pursue this mission she was on.  She was determined to find her suitable "first guy" and have his cock nestled right where her bloody hairbrush handle currently resided.  

With her desire to masturbate with a hairbrush handle in her kitty far behind her, Olivia slowly slid the handle from her crotch and wiped away the little streaks of blood.  The removal hurt as the tapered handle stretched the torn tissue as it was expelled from her now hymen-less pussy.  Olivia pj's had been down around her ankles during the whole adventure and now needed to be removed so she could put on a pair of her granny underwear, and added to that an ample wad of tissue in the crotch.  There wasn't as much blood as the first attempt, but she didn't know if there would be more and didn't want to take the chance of her mother finding blood anywhere in her bed or clothes.  "That's all I need, mom thinking I have my first period."

Pulling her pj's back on, Olivia climbed into bed with a dull ache still coming from within her pussy, closed to eyes and went to sleep.

~ End of Chapter 1 ~

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