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Trouble ensues when she tries to back out of her agreement. (M+/ff-teen, ff-teens, ped, nc, 1st, exh, oral, anal, bi) *** Anyone who knows me can tell you that I'm not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. I don't worry about that too much though. At fourteen, I'll be fifteen in five weeks, I have already been turning heads for a couple of years. I am five foot nothing and weigh ninety pounds. I already wear a B cup bra and those puppies are still growing. I have long blonde hair and a pretty face. I don't mean to suggest I'm stupid or anything. I'm glad that I am pretty and sexy but I know I need more than that to get by. It's just that I have to work my ass off to get Bs and Cs in school. I learn the stuff I have to learn but it doesn't come easy to me the way that it does for some of the kids at school that brag about never cracking a book. I may not be quick but it was pretty obvious, even to me, that my best friend Stacy suddenly had things lately that neither she nor her parents could afford. If there was a railroad in our town we would live on the wrong side of the tracks. We lived where the other poor people in our town lived. It wasn't a slum or anything. But nobody we knew was buying their own home. Our parents all rented and we weren't starving but a lot of us were just getting by. Nobody on my block had a new car or a big screen TV. I didn't even know anyone who had cable or satellite. But at least we didn't live in a big city and there weren't any gangs. You could find drugs if you really wanted to but they weren't a big problem. Or if they were I didn't know about it. I didn't use them and I don't think any of my friends did. We didn't have cell phones or IPods or any of those expensive video game players. Well, one of the kids had an X-box. But his dad took it in payment for doing some work for a guy a while back. They only had like three games for it and we had played those to death. My mom was a single mom. I don't know who my dad was and if my mom knew she didn't share it with me. She worked downtown at the Wal-mart, working lousy hours and making just enough to live on as long as we didn't eat much. Stacy had a mom and dad but her dad hurt his back real bad and he can't work now. He can hardly even walk. He has been trying for a year to get disability but I guess the Government is giving so much of our money to illegal aliens and an illegal war in Iraq that it can't help out an average American that needs it. Stacy and I spent all of our time together up until recently. Lately though, about half the time I go over to see her she has been off somewhere doing something. And even though we have been best friends since we were five she refused to tell me what she was doing. I was curious enough about that. But then she started having things. She had some nice new clothes. They were things I knew for a fact her mother wouldn't buy for her. Short skirts and sexy tops, stuff that she kept hidden from her mom. Then one day I went to her house and her dad yelled for me to come in when I knocked. He sent be back to her room and she was back there with a brand new IPod! Like I said, I'm not known for my ability to solve difficult problems. But if you hit me in the head with it long enough, I'm gonna figure out you are holding a club. I knew that Stacy was getting money from somewhere and that it was not from somewhere that her parents would approve of. And she wasn't just keeping it from them. I could have understood that. She was keeping it from me! I stood in her bedroom door and stared in disbelief. She got real nervous when she saw me and started to try to hide it. Then she said, "Damn it Sara! Come in and close the door!" I closed her door and went over and sat on her bed and asked, "Come on Stacy! What the hell is going on? How are you getting this stuff?" She put the IPod in the box and started to stuff it under her bed. While she was doing that I asked, "Don't you need a computer to use an IPod?" She answered, "I'm getting one." She looked at me for a few minutes. I kept waiting for some kind of explanation. I watched her face and I could see that she was trying to think of some plausible explanation for something that didn't have one. She didn't want to tell me where she was getting the money for this stuff. So I knew it had to be bad. I finally said, "Stacy, we have been best friends for ten years. You know everything about me. Until this started I knew everything about you. What are you into girl? Are you selling drugs?" She rolled her eyes and said, "Of course not!" But she didn't say anything else. We sat there in silence, a very uncomfortable silence, for several long minutes. I was just about to say the hell with it and leave when her brother Brian just barged in and said, "Hey sis, I've got your…" He saw me and stopped. He put his hand behind his back, but not before I saw a wad of money in it. Stacy looked up and she looked furious. Brian said, "Sorry," and started to back out of the room. I said, "Hold on a damn minute! Brian, get in here!" Brian and Stacy looked at each other and finally Brian said, "You should tell her Stacy. She might be interested." Stacy hissed loudly, "Get the fuck out of my room!" Brian looked at her for a minute and then walked over and dropped some money on the bed between us and walked out. I looked down and saw two twenty dollar bills on the bed. I didn't know what she was keeping from me but whatever it was it looked like a pretty good deal! I couldn't believe she would stumble onto some way of making so much money and not share it with me. I was really hurt. I got up slowly and fighting back the tears I said, "I thought you were my best friend." I turned and headed for the door. My heart was broken. I didn't have much in the world. But I had my best friend, up until now. I had the door open and I was half way out when she called out, "Sara wait!" She got up and came over and pulled me back into the room. She hugged me and said, "I'm sorry Sara. You are my best friend. That's why I don't want to tell you. You are much too nice to get involved in what I am doing. I don't even think you could do it. But mostly I don't want you to find out what I'm doing and hate me." We were both crying now and I insisted, "I could never hate you! Stacy, I've only got two people in my life. I have my mom and you. And I never see my mom. She's always at work. If I didn't have you I couldn't stand it." She turned me loose and pushed me back around to sit on her bed. She pulled a handful of tissue from the box on her nightstand and hand me some of them. When we had both wiped our eyes and blown our noses and got ourselves under control she said, "Sara, I'm doing something bad. There are a bunch of us. Well, maybe not a bunch. There's Brian and me and, Danny and Kirk and Didi, Tawney and Sharon. We are all doing it. Brian has been doing it for a while but I started about three weeks ago." "Doing what?!" I asked. She was bright red. She looked more anguished than I had ever seen her before. I was almost tempted to let her off the hook. But I couldn't. This was too big. I didn't know what it was but I knew it was something big. I asked, "Are you doing something illegal?" She stopped to think for a moment and seemed to be surprised by her own answer. She nodded and said, "Yeah, I guess it is. I never thought about it before." Finally she said, "You have to swear never to tell anyone if I tell you. I mean it Sara. You can never tell anyone ever." I smiled and asked, "Who would I tell Stacy? You are the only one I ever talk to!" She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. She said, "You are going to hate me when you find out what I'm doing." I shook my head violently and exclaimed, "You know I never could hate you. Stacy, I love you. You are my best friend. I don't have a sister or a brother. If I did I would love you more." Stacy looked down at the two twenty dollar bills in her hand and asked, "Remember the guy that moved into that old house near the end of Mountain Street last month? You saw him a couple of times and said he was creepy. You didn't like the way he looked at you when you walked by." I definitely remembered him. He never did or said anything to me. He just made me nervous the way he watched me whenever I walked by his house. I nodded and looked at her curiously. What could he have to do with this? Stacy never looked up from the money in her hands. She quietly said, "He is paying us to come to his house and do things, things we shouldn't do, bad things. It started with Tawney and Danny. They live a couple of houses down from him. Then he asked them if any of their friends would like to make some money too. Now it's the seven of us. We aren't all there all the time. Sometimes it's just one or two of us, sometimes more. Sometimes we, oh Jesus Sara! I don't want to tell you what we do." I believe I mentioned earlier that I am no Albert Einstein. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was talking about. She was having sex for money! And as soon as I realized it I exclaimed, "You're doing it! You're doing it for money!" She shivered and said, "Not every time. Sometimes he just takes pictures of us. Sometimes they are just nude pictures. Sometimes we have sex with each other and he watches and takes pictures. Whenever we go there one or more of us has to have sex with him. Sometimes he has some friends over and we have to pose for them or put on a little sex show and then they all have sex with us. Sometimes we have to do it in front of a big ass camera and he broadcasts it to people on the internet. I guess he has a pay site. Every time we go he gives us money. The more we do the more money he gives us." I stared at her in disbelief for a minute or so and then I asked, "How could you do that?!" She shrugged and said, "I'm tired of being poor. I'm tired of not having the things that other kids have." She paused and said, "It isn't so bad. You get used to it. It was hard at first. Some of the shit he makes you do is really gross. But I've got nice clothes now! I've got a cell phone and I have an IPod and I'm getting a computer." She finally looked at me and quietly said, "It's worth it to me." I was stunned. My best friend was a prostitute! I asked, "What kinds of gross things?" She looked down again. She paused for a long time and then she almost whispered, "I have had sex with all of them, even the girls. And now I'm having sex with Brian. They think it's hot to see a brother and sister doing it." I asked, "What does he do with the pictures?" She said, "I don't know. He has a big collection, thousands of them. I think he sells them on his internet website." "Doesn't that bother you?" I asked. She replied, "It did at first. But I figure that no one that buys them is going to know me or ever see me. I don't like the things I do Sara. I'm embarrassed. That's why I didn't want to tell you. But I like the money and nobody is getting hurt. Well, it hurts a little sometimes. It hurt a little when he took my cherry, and one of his friends likes to fuck the girls in the ass. That hurts a little. It's embarrassing and they treat us like shit but they pay us good." I still couldn't imagine doing what she was doing. But I had another question. "What are you telling your parents about the stuff you are buying?" She shrugged again and said, "So far all I've got was some clothes. Until today that is. I told my mom a couple of weeks ago that me and Brian are working part time at the library. I'm not going to tell her about the IPod. I'm going to tell her that I got the computer from a kid at school who got a new one and was going to give his old one to the thrift shop. As long as I take it out of the boxes before I bring it home she won't know the difference." I suddenly remembered what she had said a moment ago and I asked, "What is it like having sex with Brian? And other girls?!" She actually grinned and said, "A couple of the girls are pretty good at it. We have talked about getting together sometime when it's just us girls. We have had some fun. Brian isn't so bad. He cums too quick, so you never get off. But he is getting better about that. It was hard for me at first. Brian didn't seem to care. For him it was just another chance to get laid. He didn't care who the girl was. The worst part is now he thinks he can fuck me any time he wants. He makes me suck his cock or fuck him every day now. I don't like it but I'm afraid to fight him. I am afraid that mom or dad will find out if I raise a stink. It's easier to just give in." "And you have to fuck that old guy too?" I asked incredulously. She nodded and said, "Yeah. One of us always has to, or suck him off. And when his friends are there they all get off too. That's why it's better when there are more girls there. A couple of times I had to get five guys off. I was the only one there. Sometimes the guys have to do it too. Brian has had to suck him off a couple of times. He hates it but the guy pays him extra for doing it. I can always tell when he has had to do it. He's all pissed off when he gets home and he's kind of rough on me." "How often do you go over there?" "It depends. The first week I was there twice. The next week three times. Last week I went three times but he called me on the cell phone one night and I had to sneak out and go over again one night." I noticed the way she said that. "Had to?" I asked. She responded quietly, "It's kind of like he sucks you in. At first he just takes some pictures and feels you up a little. The first time he took pictures of me undressing and then I posed for about half an hour in the nude. Then he made me sit beside him on the couch and he felt me up and I ended up beating him off. It was kind of gross but then he gave me forty bucks. Shit! I never had more than five bucks all at one time in my fucking life!" "I felt dirty when I left there," she continued. "But all the way home I was thinking of the things that I could do with forty dollars and I decided that I could live with feeling a little dirty." Just then the door opened again and Brian came in and closed it behind him. He looked back and forth between us and then he asked Stacy, "Did you tell her?" Stacy gave him that furious look again and responded, "She isn't interested!" I looked at her and asked, "Tell me what? What am I not interested in?" Brian gave me an evil little grin and said, "He wants us to find new girls for him. If we find one he'll pay us fifty bucks. And if he gets to pop her cherry he'll give us a hundred and the girl a hundred. You're a virgin aren't you Sara?" Stacy turned and hissed, "That's none of your fucking business! Now get out of my room!" He grinned and let her push him to the door but before he went out he said, "He wants you there tomorrow right after school." Tomorrow was Wednesday. We had planned on hanging out together after school. That creep on Mountain Street was spending more time with my best friend than I was. Brian finally left and once more Stacy couldn't look me in the eye. I said, "One hundred dollars?" She said, "You couldn't handle it Sara. You are too nice a person. And I couldn't stand it if you got sucked into that because of me." I said, "You are handling it." I paused and then I said, "I wouldn't mind having things too. I don't like being poor." Then I stopped and thought, "Am I really considering this?!" Stacy grabbed my hands and squeezed them so hard that it hurt. She had an urgent tone in her voice when she said, "No Sara! You would hate it. It isn't easy. The things that he makes us do are terrible. I…you are just too nice a person. Don't even think about it." I whispered, "We could help each other. We could support each other. We could be there for each other. And if I tried it and couldn't handle it I could always quit." She glanced at the door and then she said nervously, "No Sara. He doesn't let you quit. Once he takes those pictures he has you over a barrel. If you tell him you want out he threatens to send those pictures to people and have one of the kids hand them out at school." I said, "So you have to do this forever?" She shook her head and said, "No, just until I'm sixteen. He says there is no market for pictures of girls once they reach sixteen, or at least not with his customers. He only wants kids between the ages of fourteen and sixteen." I was silent for a minute and then, under my breath I said, "That's awful!" She shrugged and said, "It really isn't so bad. Most of that stuff is just hard the first time or two that you do it. Some of it is actually kind of fun. In fact, the more I do it the more exciting some things are. But I don't like that I can't quit. Still, I'm getting what I wanted out of it." It was getting late and I was supposed to be home. But my mother wouldn't be home until midnight and we didn't have a phone so she wouldn't know. I hated lying to my mother. But the odds are that I wouldn't have to. In fact, the odds are that I wouldn't even see her until Saturday. I was surprised when I realized that Stacy and I were still holding hands. I squeezed her hands and said, "Tell me about it. I want to know what it's like." She looked at me for a second and then asked, "Tell you about what? What do you mean you want to know what it's like? What are you talking about? Sara, you can't be considering it!" I instantly replied, "NO! Oh god no. I just wonder what it's like to undress for a man. What is it like to do what he tells you? What is his…what is it like to touch his…you know! What is it like to put it in your mouth? What was it like to lose your virginity? Oh god Stacy! There are a thousand questions you could answer for me!" She laughed quietly and I said, "What? What is so funny?" She leaned forward and said, "If you really want to know what it is like I can go get Brian. He would love to answer your questions for you!" I actually considered her offer for a moment before she put the heel of her hand on my forehead and nearly pushed me off the bed. She said, "Sara! That was a joke!" I smiled and said, "I've never seen a boy's cock. You saw your brother's when you were growing up. I don't have a brother." She laughed and said, "Until a couple of weeks ago I hadn't seen it since he was about five. I was four and I didn't remember it. Besides, it wouldn't be the same. Trust me." I asked, "How did you get into this?" She replied, "Brian was in it before me. He was in it for a month before I got in. But he didn't get me in. He didn't want me in. I'm not sure why. The horny bastard was always trying to catch me naked or in my underwear, the little pervert. So I would have thought that he would want me in it. But it was Didi that recruited me. I was walking home from school with her and her cell phone rang. I was astonished that she had a cell phone and I asked her where she got it. She told me she got it from a guy that gives her money to do things. She said that he had just called her and asked her to come over. I walked with her. It was on the way home anyway. On the way she told me a little about it, not much. Enough to get me interested." "When we got to his house I begged her to let me talk to him. It wasn't hard to convince her. She wanted the extra hundred dollars. I went in with her and she introduced me. He was creepy but I didn't care. I already knew I wanted the money and I already knew I'd do whatever it took to get it. I was sick to death of being one of the have-nots at school. I see the things that the other kids have and it seems so unfair to me that I have to go without. They turn in papers that they do on their computers and I turn in handwritten papers that no computer has checked for errors. The way I saw it I was already getting fucked. At least if I did it at his house I might get a few orgasms out of it." "Did you?" I asked. She blushed and said, "Almost every time. Sometimes I have a lot of them." "What was it like that first time?" I asked. "Do you mean that day, the first day?" I nodded. "It was just him and Didi and me," she responded. "First we talked and he told me what would be expected of me. He even showed me some of the pictures that he took." She shivered as she remembered the details of that first afternoon. Then she said, "I guess I have always had a kind of dirty mind because I thought some of those pictures were pretty hot. But then I saw one with Brian in it and I thought, 'That son of a bitch!' He was coming over here and getting paid and he never said a word to me about it. I figured if my rotten brother could do it then why the hell not! But to be honest, I think I made my mind up before we ever got to the house." "I told him that I wanted to do it and he smiled and said that he had to ask me some questions first. I had to tell him how old I was and he was happy about that. I had to assure him that I was still a virgin. I had to promise to come whenever he needed me but he said that he wouldn't interfere with school or get me in trouble with my parents. And I had to promise to do whatever he told me to do. He also warned me that I would do things that I probably had never imagined and that I would do those things with people besides him. He didn't go into detail about that. I doubt if I would have cared by then. He was holding a one hundred dollar bill in his hand and I was hooked. He didn't give me the money that day though. He showed it to me and said that he was not going to take my cherry that day. But if I came back the next day he would take my cherry and give me the hundred." "He got his camera out and he ordered me to undress. I don't know if I was more embarrassed because I was undressing in front of a man for the first time or because Didi was watching. But I did it. I took all of my clothes off and then he pulled me over to the couch and I sat down beside him while he made Didi undress. When she was naked he gave her the camera and she took pictures while he felt me up for a while and kissed me like I was his girlfriend. He checked to make sure I was still a virgin. Then he showed me how to beat his meat." "When he was done he made Didi put the camera down and come over and lick his cock and my hand clean. Then he gave me forty dollars and told me to come over after school the next day." "I rushed home after that and went to my room and sat there staring at the money and thinking about what I had just done. And do you know what I did then? I lay on my back and masturbated! Jesus Sara! When he sent me home without fucking me I was disappointed!" I had a thousand more questions but there was a tap on the door and Stacy's mother came in. Stacy's mom was beautiful and funny and I had always liked her. She had been like a second mother to me over the last few years. But in the last year since her husband had hurt his back she looked like she had aged ten years. It was disturbing to see her. The hard work and the stress of living on only her income were killing her. I thought then of the money that Stacy and Brian were making. They were making more money now than their mother was, and contributing none of it to the family. That made me think of my own mother. I helped around the house as much as I could. But my mom was providing our only income too. Stacy's mom smiled and said hello. She asked me if I was staying for dinner. I told her that I couldn't. I had to get home and do my homework. She tried to get me to stay but I knew she couldn't afford to feed me. And I really did have homework to do. She asked Stacy to set the table and I went out with them and said goodbye. All the way home I was thinking about what Stacy had told me. It was scary. But it was also very exciting. I tried to imagine myself doing the things that Stacy was doing and by the time I got home I was so turned on that I went right to my room and got undressed and masturbated. I had only recently begun to masturbate. I didn't do it often. Most of the time I didn't masturbate to orgasm. I merely rubbed myself gently between my legs after I went to bed and enjoyed the pleasant sensations until I drifted off to sleep. Not this time. This time I lay on my bed, naked from the waist down and I pictured myself going to the creepy old guy's house and being a virtual sex slave. When I had finished I rested for a minute or two and then did it all over again. I had never done that before! I sat up when I was finished and took my top and my bra off. I went to the bathroom and after I washed my hands I looked at myself in the mirror. In the last year my body had really changed a lot. My breasts had grown from training bra to a B cup so fast you could almost see them grow! My pubic hair had sprouted but the hair was nearly as blonde as the hair on my head and I thought that it still looked embarrassingly immature. I had a waist now and hips, and for the most part I was very satisfied with the way I looked. One good thing about living in poverty was that you didn't have to worry too much about getting fat. I very seldom got to enjoy a soft drink or a bag of chips. I got enough to eat, but never more than just enough to eat. With all the walking that we did, gaining weight was not something I had to worry about. I put on an old pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt and made myself a peanut butter sandwich for supper. Many of my meals were either peanut butter or tuna fish sandwiches and a glass of milk. I put my books on the kitchen table and tried to concentrate on my homework. But my mind was filled with other things. I thought of how much easier life would be for my mom if I was bringing in a little money to help out. My mom was getting old fast too, for the same reasons as Stacy's mom. But I realized that I would be hard pressed to explain to my mother how I had come to possess large sums of money. I wasn't really fooling myself though. While I would love to make my mother's life easier that wasn't what was really motivating me. I was turned on by the idea of going to that creepy old dude's house on Mountain Street and volunteering to be his sex slave. The things that Stacy had told me about were so embarrassing, so humiliating, and yet so very exciting. I was having a hell of a time concentrating on my homework. I kept reminding myself of all of the drawbacks. I kept telling myself that, although it made for an exciting fantasy, in real life it would suck big time! In real life there would be unpleasant tastes and smells and there would be discomfort and pain. I got a kick out of the way guys looked at me now, even old guys. I acted like I didn't. But I liked it that I was pretty and sexy and even if I am a dumb blonde I am smart enough to know that if the guys weren't looking I'd be pissed. But I could only imagine what it would be like to go to that house and undress for that man and his friends and pose for naked pictures and then let them do anything that they wanted to do to me. Actually, that was the problem. I could imagine it. And every time I did, it almost took my breath away. And then I thought about the money. I wanted the same things that Stacy wanted. I would love to have a cell phone and an IPod and a computer. God! I would love a computer! But more than that, I would love to be able to take some of the stress off of my mom. It would be so cool if I could contribute some money to the family budget. My mom was always joking about her lobster dinner when she had a tuna sandwich or her peanut butter steak. I could just imagine her face if one night she had a great big steak for dinner when she came home from that job she hates so much. Maybe even a glass of wine. Unfortunately, even if there was a place that a girl my age could legitimately earn that much money she wouldn't let me work there, not with my grades. I struggled to push all of that out of my head and eventually I finished my homework. I took a shower and went to bed but instead of going to sleep I imagined that I was at that house on Mountain Street. Those thoughts were still spinning around in my brain when my mother got home at twelve-thirty in the morning. I heard her come in and go to the kitchen. I got up and went out to say hello. I didn't see much of her when she was working this shift, which lately was most of the time. They paid her a little more to work the late shift so even though she had enough seniority now to work more day shifts she continued to work the evening shift often enough to pay the bills and buy food. I was barefoot and she didn't hear me coming. When I entered the kitchen she was sitting at the table staring at the wall with tears running down her cheeks. She didn't see me at first. She sat there crying quietly and staring off into space. I noticed that, just like Stacy's mom, she seemed to be aging much faster lately. I hurried over to give her a hug and by the time I reached her I was crying too. She held me tight and then she wiped her eyes and said, "I had something in my eye." I kissed her and said, "Liar!" She asked, "What's the matter? What are you doing up? Are you alright?" I assured her that I had just gotten up to go to the bathroom when I heard her come in. I just wanted to say goodnight and tell her that I loved her. Then I asked her why she was crying. She gave me about half a smile and said, "Oh I'm just tired. I hate this night shift. My body never seems to adjust to working until midnight. But I'm going to have to work this shift for two more weeks at least. It really sucks being at the bottom of the food chain." I got a package of tuna fish out and made her a sandwich. She kept telling me to go to bed but I ignored her. I put the sandwich in front of her and poured her a glass of milk. Then I sat across from her and watched her stare at her "lobster" dinner. I kept urging her to eat and finally she took a few bites of her sandwich. She got paid every two weeks on Friday. She had been working nothing but evening shift lately and she was going to have a comparatively large check this payday. She said, "I have all the bills paid for this month and I'm going to have a little extra money this week. Let's go out for dinner Saturday afternoon before I go to work." Going out to dinner for us meant going to a small diner up on the main road. It was a cheap place to eat but the food was okay. Not good, just okay. It was nice having someone else bring you something to eat and then clean up afterwards though. And it was nice having a full meal and not just eating soup or a sandwich. She finished her sandwich and I rinsed her plate and put it away. She stood up and said, "Come on baby. You have school in the morning." She gave me a hug and pushed me out of the kitchen. I stopped at the kitchen door and turned and asked, "Do you cry often when you get home from work?" She shook her head no, but she looked guilty. I knew she was lying to me. It occurred to me that she had not been out on a date, not ever as far as I could remember. She must be lonely. But beyond that, she was the sole provider in this house and once all of the manufacturing jobs went away, thanks in large part to her current employer, she was forced to take a minimum wage job with no benefits. Now we were living not much better than the poor people who worked in virtual slavery to produce the products that were sold in Wal- mart at mark ups that should have been illegal. It must have seemed like such a hopeless struggle to her. I had not been unaware of how difficult her life was before. Our poverty made it obvious. But tonight I got a look at how hopeless her life was. She had nothing but a lifetime of loneliness, poverty and deprivation to look forward to. It was so depressing. I hurried back to my room so that she wouldn't see me cry for her. I lay in bed in the dark crying quietly for my mother and her life without joy. I thought again of the extra money that I could make if I put myself in the hands of that pervert. The problem would be finding some way to sneak it into the budget without raising suspicion. When I finally fell asleep I was still trying to solve that problem. But my dreams were not about money. My dreams were about afternoons spent in sexual servitude. In the morning I dressed quietly and got ready for school. I had a bowl of cereal and went out to wait for Stacy to come by. We always walked to school together. She looked uncomfortable when she approached but I smiled and tried to act like nothing had changed between us. I couldn't help it though. I had to ask. I still had a lot of questions about what happened in that house. Well, no, not so much about what happened there. I had questions about how Stacy felt about it. Because I thought that I might better gauge my own reactions if I knew more about hers. She still didn't want to talk about it. But I managed to get her to tell me what it was like when she lost her virginity. What it felt like, what was going through her mind and how she felt about it now. That was all we had time to talk about before we got close to the school and there were too many kids around to discuss it any further. Stacy and I did everything together and had since kindergarten. We had decided on our class schedule together and we shared all but one class. We sat together in class and ate lunch together out in a quiet corner of the school yard. While we were sitting in our usual place eating our sandwiches I was looking at the want ads in a newspaper I had taken out of our civics teacher's trash can. I wasn't looking for a job. I was looking for a job that I could say that I had to explain having money. Of course if there had been any decent jobs there I might have considered them. But then, my mother would never have consented to me taking a job that would interfere with my schoolwork. She knew how hard I had to work to get the average grades that I was getting now. She had smiled once and told me not to worry, I came by it naturally. She had been a terrible student too. And she had worked very hard in school, just like me. I gave up after looking at the two columns of dead end jobs in the paper. They were the same jobs that were always there, day after day, week after week. I put the paper down and I was about to ask Stacy another question about her new profession when something caught my eye. In the bottom corner of the want ad section was a large ad with big black letters across the top. They were hiring teenagers to sell magazine subscriptions door to door. I could not have done that. I was much too shy. And even if I could have, I doubt very much that there was a lot of money to be made going door to door for an hour or two in the afternoon, especially not in my part of town. But my mom might not know it. I so much wanted to help her, to relieve some of the stress in her life and give us both a better standard of living. I wanted a computer to do my school work on. But to be perfectly honest, I couldn't stop thinking about going to that house and undressing in front of a man for the first time. I folded up my lunch bag and put it in my purse. I sat there beside Stacy for a moment and finally I asked, "Stace, how would you like to make a hundred dollars?" She instantly responded, "Sara! No! You really don't want to do this Sara." I turned to look at her and I asked, "Are you sorry?" She thought about her answer and then she said, "A little. I'm sorry about some things." "Like what?" I asked. She got a weird look on her face and said, "For one thing I'm sorry about my asshole brother coming to my room every night for a fucking blowjob!" I looked around to make sure that no one was close and I asked, "What's it like? What is it like to suck a boy's cock? What is it like when he cums in your mouth?" She groaned. I knew she was tired of my questions. But she said, "It depends. It depends on the girl. Some girls like it. Some hate it. It depends on the guy. I like it with some guys but I hate it with others. It's a kind of sexy thing to do. But if you don't like the guy or he is treating you like shit and being a little rough then it isn't so hot. When a guy cums in your mouth it is really hard to take at first. You have to get used to it. The first four or five times I gagged and almost threw up. It doesn't taste very good. Cum is kind of bitter. It smells and tastes a lot like bleach. You get used to it though. The older guys keep trying to force their cocks down your throat. They fuck your mouth like it's your pussy. I guess once we get used to it we'll be able to do that. Sharon already is." Stacy put her hand on my arm and said, "But Sara, you aren't like me. I don't think you can do this." She may be right. But she didn't know how hard it had been for me to fall asleep last night. She didn't know that I had masturbated when I got home last night, imagining that I was being molested by that creep. She didn't know about the dreams I had last night. After sitting in silence for a few minutes I said, "Stace, I want to try it. I want to help my mom with some extra money. I want a computer. But it isn't just that. I think maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do. When I got home last night I went right to my room and I masturbated. And I dreamt about those things you told me about when I finally managed to fall asleep. I'm almost fifteen so it will only be for a year. And if it is really bad, well, we will have each other for support. I want to do it." She was quiet for a few minutes. It was almost time to go back inside. She sighed loudly and said, "Sara, think about eating my pussy. Can you do that?" I shivered when she said that. I'm not sure why. I had never really thought about eating my best friend's pussy. But last night I had thought about doing it with one of the other girls. I had imagined doing it with Tawney while some dirty old men watched us. But in my mind I saw us doing it as if I were watching from across the room. I didn't imagine what it was like to actually put my mouth on another girl's pussy. I couldn't really. I had no idea what it would be like. The bell finally rang and we stood up. Just before we started back in I said, "You do it. And last night you said that you like it." She shook her head in frustration and said, "Think about it Sara. Think about it real hard. Think about some of the bad things. We'll talk on the walk home after school." We only have two classes in the afternoon. One of them is algebra and I am really struggling in that. I had to force myself to pay attention and it was a constant struggle. My last class is history. For some reason history is the one class that I don't have trouble with. I like history. It is actually interesting, unlike most of my classes. And I really like my history teacher this year. He just graduated from college and he is young and kind of cute. He is always very proper when he talks to us. But he is friendly and doesn't talk down to us. I wish all of my teachers were like him. Unfortunately, as much as I enjoy his class I didn't hear a word he said today. It's a good thing that Stacy was in my class so I could get the homework assignment from her. I didn't hear a thing he said between the bells. I sat at my desk and thought about going to that house and I found myself getting very excited. Several times I was slowly opening and closing my legs and Stacy had to reach over and punch my shoulder to make me realize that I was all but masturbating in class. We went to our lockers after the bell rang and then we headed towards home. Except that we weren't headed towards home. We were headed for a house on Mountain Street. Once the crowd of kids around us thinned out Stacy whispered, "Cunt! Jesus Sara, I thought you were going to have an orgasm in class!" I blushed and responded, "I almost did." She said, "Sara, this is so wrong for you. You are making a mistake. You are not the kind of girl that can handle the things that he is going to make you do. Think about it girl! Think about letting any man, or any boy, who wants to have sex with you, do it to you, any way that they want. Think about all the people who he sells those pictures to seeing you naked and sucking cocks and getting fucked and eating pussy." When she was finished trying to shock me I responded, "I have been Stace. I am starting to think that neither one of us knew me very well. I know that I am shy. But my panties are soaking wet right now. You are probably right. I may very well be sorry that I made you take me there. But the money he gives me will make up for that. I think that going to that house for a year can't be any worse than a year of algebra. I have made up my mind. I'm going. So you might as well take me and get some money out of it too. And don't worry. I won't blame you if I end up hating it as much as you say I will. You tried very hard to keep it a secret from me and you tried even harder to talk me out of it. I'll remember that. I'll even let you say 'I told you so' when I come crying to you later." From that moment on we walked in silence to that pervert's house on Mountain Street. She stopped at the gate and said, "Last chance Sara. Think with your head, not your pussy." I chuckled at that but then the front door opened and there he was, our friendly, neighborhood child molester. I saw the recognition in his eyes when he saw me. He had often watched me passing by his house. He looked happy to see me. I shuddered in revulsion at the thought of what I was going to do. But it was a revulsion heavily tinged with teenage hormone driven lust and more than a little greed. For some reason the idea that what I was going to do in that house was so terrible was really exciting me. I decided that I didn't want to spend too much time analyzing that. We went through the gate and up to the small front porch. Stacy said, "Mr. Todd, this is my friend Sara. She wants to…you know." He grinned and stood back to let us in. We entered and I found myself standing in his small, sparsely furnished living room. I detected an unpleasant smell that I recognized as the smell an old, rundown house gets when it has stood empty for a long time. We had lived in enough of them over the years before we moved into the house we live in now. Mr. Todd ushered us in and asked Stacy, "She knows what we do here?" Stacy answered, "Yes sir. I told her yesterday." He turned to me and asked, "Why do you want to join our little group Sara?" I blushed as I stood there in front of him. His eyes were all over my body and it was just as creepy as it always was. I answered, "My mom is a single mother and we need the money." He walked around me slowly and as he did he asked, "Is that the only reason? You are just doing it for the money?" I quickly answered, "Yes sir!" But then I saw his skeptical look and I blushed even more deeply. It was like he already knew I was lying. I said, "That's why I'm doing it, for the money. I'm nervous. No, actually I'm scared. But I will admit I got a little…excited. Thinking about the things she told me last night was stimulating. But I've never done any of that stuff and it's scary." He smiled and said, "So you are a virgin?" I nodded, blushing more deeply again. He asked, "And Stacy told you about the money she made for selling me her cherry?" I nodded. He took my book bag from me and put it down by the door. Then he went over to a table and picked up an expensive looking digital camera. He waved me further into the room and ordered Stacy to go sit down. He moved to a movie camera on a tripod in the corner and turned it on. He made sure that it was pointing at me and then he came over to where I was standing. He took a half a dozen pictures as he circled around me and then he said, "I want you to slowly lift your skirt. Look at the camera while you do it." My knees were shaking so much that I was afraid that I was going to fall down. I dropped my hands to the front of my skirt and started slowly working the front of it up with my fingers, gathering the material in my hands and baring my thighs to the camera. As I worked my skirt up he took picture after picture, almost as rapidly as he could push the button. I just stared at the word Nikon on the front of the camera and tried to figure out what I was feeling as I lifted my skirt in front of this dirty old man. I felt the blood suffusing my face. My scalp tingled. I could hear my heart beating loudly. I hated to admit it but I realized that I was getting very turned on. With every passing minute, as I performed my first act of submission, it was becoming more obvious to me that I am not the girl that I thought I was. It isn't that I wasn't scared. I was scared to death. I was so scared that I was having trouble breathing. Or was that from excitement? I was surprised when I felt the hem of my skirt in my hand and I realized that the crotch of my underwear was exposed to this man and his camera. I slowly lifted my skirt up until my hands were level with my waist and the front of my panties was completely exposed. Mr. Todd took a handful of pictures and said, "Spread your legs a little farther apart Sara. You have beautiful legs and I love the way your mound pushes out against your underwear. You have one of those sexy protruding mounds. I love it. I can see that you have been thinking about coming here all day. There is a very large wet spot in the front of your panties. I think that once you get broken in and learn to relax a little you are going to have a lot of fun here." I didn't want to admit it, even to myself I guess. But I thought he was right. I was awfully excited for someone who was not "that kind of girl." He straightened up and lowered his camera and said, "That was fantastic Sara. Now turn around and do it again with the back of your skirt, nice and slow like you did the front." I dropped my skirt and turned my back to him. I placed my hands over my ass and started gathering the back of my skirt just like I had the front. I could tell when the lower edge of my underwear came into view. Once I had exposed about an inch or so of my underwear he instructed me to turn my head and look at him over my shoulder. I continued to pull my skirt up in back until my entire ass was on display in my light blue panties. I was staring at his camera again and I saw Stacy sitting on the couch behind him. I was startled. I had forgotten all about her. I caught a glimpse of her face. She still looked worried. I didn't know what was to come. I knew that I wouldn't like everything that happened to me in this house. But I realized that I wasn't worried. Mr. Todd put his camera down again and said, "Okay Sara, let your skirt fall back into place and turn around now." When I was facing him once more he said, "I want you to take off your blouse now. Stare right into my camera and slowly unbutton it and…no, wait a minute. I have a better idea. We're going to do this differently." He turned and said, "Stacy, get over here." Stacy got up and came over to where I was standing. He smiled, well, leered is a better description. Then he said, "Stacy, I want you to stand behind your friend and remove her skirt." Mr. Todd started taking pictures as Stacy unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt in the back. She slowly pushed it down over my hips and down my legs. It fell around my feet on the bare floor and I stepped out of it and kicked it away. Mr. Todd took more pictures of my panties peeking out from under the tails of my blouse. After he had enough pictures he instructed her to reach around and slowly unbutton my blouse. Her arms came around me and I felt her body pressing against me from the back. Her fingers weren't shaking like mine and she made quick work of the buttons. She let my blouse fall open and after he got some pictures she slowly eased my blouse down off of my shoulders and down my arms. Now I was standing in front of a man I had just met, wearing only my bra and panties. He had no way of knowing, but Stacy knew that this was the only matching bra and panty set that I owned. She knew that I had put them on this morning in anticipation of undressing in front of a man, in front of a camera for the first time. I heard her whisper softly in my ear when she slid my blouse down, "Slut!" I took it in the spirit that I'm sure it was meant and it calmed me down a little. Mr. Todd instructed her to kiss my shoulders and the back of my neck and reach around and cup my breasts through my bra. Well, he didn't say breasts. I felt hands other than mine on my breasts for the first time and even through my bra it was amazing. I shivered with pleasure and my pleasure was multiplied by her warm, soft kisses on my neck. I had to stifle a moan of excitement as she moved her lips over my neck and shoulders and gently squeezed my breasts. I was embarrassed about the look that I knew his camera was capturing on my face. I should have been mortified, standing in front of a man in my underwear with my best friend holding my breasts. I wasn't. He ordered Stacy to remove my bra and while she struggled with the clasp behind my back and he took more pictures he asked, "So you two are friends, good friends?" I answered breathlessly, "Stace is my best friend. We have been best friends since kindergarten." "But this is the first time she has kissed you or played with your tits?" he asked. I whispered, "Yes sir." Then I added, "This is the first time anyone has touched them." As I said that I felt my bra sliding down my arms and the cups falling away from my breasts. I very nearly had an orgasm just from having my breasts exposed. I heard him say, "Fucking beautiful!" and then he took pictures of them from every angle. He ordered Stacy to massage them again and then to play with my nipples. The first time her fingers pulled and then squeezed on my hard little nipples I cried out and my eyes closed. My head fell back against Stacy's shoulder and I sighed loudly. I whispered, "Oh my god! Stacy!" I heard her chuckle quietly but she didn't say anything at first. After he had taken a dozen more pictures she whispered, "It feels nice doesn't it?" I couldn't even speak. I just said, "Mmmmm." Mr. Todd said, "Okay Stacey, take the panties off now." She kissed my neck one last time and then sank to her knees behind me. I stood there unsteadily as she slowly peeled my underwear down over my hips and my pussy was revealed to a man for the first time. He clicked off picture after picture until my panties were lying on top of the rest of my clothes. Then he came in for some extreme close-ups. At times the camera was only inches from my opening. As he took those pictures he said, "I can smell your arousal Sara. You are one hot little cunt. I think that you are going to have a lot of fun here. I know I'm going to." Stacy started to get to her feet again but he said, "No Stacy, don't get up yet. Sara, spread your legs about shoulder width apart." I spread my shaky legs apart as ordered. I suppose I should have been expecting it but when he reached down and ran his fat finger through my slit I cried out and my hands reached for his wrist without any conscious thought on my part. I wasn't trying to push him away. I was holding his hand there! When his finger had touched me a feeling like and electric shock had shot through my body, a very pleasant electric shock. It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever experienced. It was so wonderful that if Stacy hadn't reached out to steady me I would have fallen. My body was twitching uncontrollably as if I had lost the ability to control my muscles! Mr. Todd laughed and pulled his hand free. He stepped back and started taking more pictures and he said, "Okay Stacy. Reach around and make your best friend very happy." Stacy's hand, which was still gripping my hip, slid around and eased across my stomach. Her finger tips moved lightly through my pubic hair and then I felt them slide through my dripping wet pussy. Her fingers didn't enter me. They slid through the moisture that must have been pouring out of me. Then they move around my clit without actually touching it. That was the last straw. I struggled to stay on my feet but I cried out and I had an orgasm while he filmed my face in the throes of passion. I was no longer embarrassed or self-conscious. I was far too stimulated to feel anything but pleasure. He finally stepped back and ordered Stacy to stand up. I almost fell when she moved away from me. I had been leaning on her rather heavily. I had no strength in my legs at all. He told us not to move and I stood there trying to regain my strength while he quickly replaced the memory card in his camera. When he was done he handed the camera to Stacy and stood in front of me while he took his clothes off. He was not an attractive person. He was in his mid to late forties I guess. He wasn't scary ugly, but his face was scarred with pock marks. He had a very big nose and there was something about his expression that bordered on evil. The single large bushy eyebrow that stretched from one side of his face to the other didn't do anything for his appearance either. He was heavy set, what they call beefy I guess. Not really fat but definitely out of shape. He pulled his jockey shorts down and I discovered that his nose and his fingers were not the only large appendages he had. His dick was long and fat and hard and although it was the first one that I had ever seen I was very impressed, and very nervous. He nodded at Stacy and she started taking pictures as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to the couch. He ordered her to aim the movie camera towards us and she stepped over to the corner and adjusted it. The first thing he did once the camera was pointing at us again was pull me down beside him and order me to spread my legs wide open. Then he ordered me to hold my pussy spread wide open so that Stacy could take a picture of my hymen. My mind told me that what he was asking me to do was gross. But my body wasn't listening. I nearly had another orgasm as Stacy came in close and peered right up inside of me through the camera viewfinder. She took several pictures and then moved back and started taking pictures as his hands started exploring my body. While he played with my tits he ordered me to hold his cock in my hand. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his fat cock and I was amazed at the way it felt. It was hard and soft at the same time. It felt so hot that I thought it was going to burn my hand. My fingers didn't go all the way around it and the thought that he would soon be forcing that thing inside of my body was scary. But it was also very, very exciting. I didn't care if he was old and ugly and a pervert. I was so turned on at that moment I was ready to beg him to fuck me. I remembered that Stacy had said that he didn't take her cherry that first day. I hoped that he wouldn't make me wait. I desperately wanted to be fucked. I was scared, but I was ready. I caught the look on Stacy's face once when she had lowered the camera and was changing positions. There was a mixture of amusement and what I think was excitement. I think that she didn't feel so bad anymore about her part in leading me into the clutches of this pervert. Mr. Todd tilted my face up and began kissing me. These were not gentle, loving kisses. He was excited and he was all but raping me with his mouth. His tongue invaded my mouth and I struggled to please him. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. He didn't seem to notice. I guess it didn't matter what I did. He was kissing me passionately, brutally. His large hands and long thick fingers were squeezing my tits and rubbing my pussy. He was constantly pulling his tongue from between my lips long enough to breathlessly tell me what a hot cunt I was and how much he was going to love fucking my virgin pussy. My lips and tongue were nearly numb from his rough kisses when he took his mouth away. He leaned down and took one of my tits into his mouth. When I felt is lips around my nipple and the prickly stubble on his cheeks and his chin pressing into my soft flesh I cried out and came again. So many firsts! So much excitement! My head was swimming in lust. I felt the warm, clear fluid that was oozing out of the head of his dick begin to drip down over my fingers. I shivered, but not in disgust. It only served to fire my lust. He whispered in my ear, "I normally don't do this with a girl the first time she comes here. But you are one hot little bitch. I want you to get down between my knees and suck on my cock Sara. You have gotten me hotter than hell. I want to cum in your mouth and it won't take long. Get down there now and start sucking. I'll warn you when I'm going to cum. I don't want you to spill a drop bitch. I really hate it when a girl doesn't swallow all the cum in her mouth." I dropped to my knees and wedged myself in between his large thighs. I stared down at his fat cock, throbbing wildly as it rested against his stomach. I reached out and pulled it upright and slowly leaned down and ran my tongue around the shiny knob. He sighed loudly and his hips came up off the cushion for a moment. Then he sat back down and said, "Yeah bitch! Take it in your hot mouth. Let's see how much of that cock you can swallow." I paused for a second to evaluate the taste of that shiny fluid that coated the top half of his large cock and I realized that it had almost no taste at all. It certainly wasn't unpleasant. So far sucking a cock was pretty exciting and I was encouraged. I quickly obeyed his orders. I placed my lips around the fat knob and began to slowly slide them down his shaft. He sighed again and said, "Oh shit! Bitch you are a natural fucking cock sucker! Eat that thing baby!" For some reason those horrible words excited me all the more. I opened my eyes and saw Stacy right in my face with the camera and I saw the look on her face. She was almost as excited as I was! She met my gaze and in a soft but husky voice she said, "Go ahead bitch, suck that cock. Show me how much you can take. I want to see you take that thing right down your throat! I want to see you drink his cum!" She sounded like she was going to cum before he did, just from watching me! The head of his cock finally reached the back of my throat and I started gagging. I pulled back and forced myself to calm down and she started giving me advice on how to get over my body's natural desire to gag. Then she said, "Go ahead cunt. Try it. Suck that dick you cocksucker. You know you want to. You're a cunt, a fucking slut like me. Do it cocksucker!" I don't know which of the three of us was being more turned on by her nasty mouth. But she was sure as hell getting to me! I listened to her advice and soon the head of his cock was hitting the back of my throat on every stroke and I wasn't gagging any longer. I started trying to force it down into my throat. My mind was telling me that it was too big, too fat, it wouldn't fit. But I was desperate to do it and I don't even know why. I was getting frustrated because I just couldn't seem to force it down. But she helped me again. She had her elbow resting on the cushion, holding the camera only inches from my face. Her finger was pushing the button every few seconds but her other hand was free. She reached out and after teasing my swollen nipple for a few seconds she suddenly squeezed it with all of her might. I screamed in pain. When I screamed I felt his cock slide right down into my throat. Then I had a huge orgasm. I moaned around his cock and he suddenly reached out and held the back of my head, pressing my face against his stomach and I felt his cock throbbing in my throat. I knew he was cumming inside of me and I came again. I started to panic when he didn't let my head go. But suddenly I managed to suck in some air through my nose and I realized that I could breath. I relaxed then and stopped trying to pull my head back. When I stopped fighting him he released my head and I stayed there like that, with his cock in my throat, and I rested. I started to feel his cock moving and I realized that it was going soft and sliding out of my throat. It kind of tickled a little until it came free and I finally took a few deep breaths and nuzzled his cock with my face as it lay there on his stomach. Mr. Todd lifted my face and said, "You sweet, horny little slut! Now you get your reward." He pointed to the area rug in front of him and ordered me to lie down. I thought he was going to fuck me now. Instead, he took the camera from Stacy and said, "Get undressed and eat your friend out." Stacy stood over me grinning as she undressed. I smiled at her and she asked, "Are you ready for your first taste of pussy, bitch?" I just smiled. At that moment I was ready for anything. I had seen her naked before. But not in a sexual situation, not just before she knelt over my face and then stretched out over me so that she could eat my pussy. I watched as her tits were uncovered and I could see that they were swollen and her nipples were sticking out like two little, no two large erasers. I had never seen her nipples like that before. They looked like two little hard ons. Her skin was stark white. She was a redhead and never went out in the sun because she turned into a freckle factory. She had a few freckles on her neck and upper chest. She also had a bright red, neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair which had always secretly fascinated me. I was a little jealous because it looked so much more adult than my sparse little bush. Her pussy was dark pink and looked swollen. I could see the moisture around her slit. It was obvious that watching me had really excited her. It turned me on that I turned her on. I realized that now that it was about to happen, I not only didn't have any qualms about tasting her pussy, I was looking forward to it! She gently dropped to her knees beside me and leaned over and kissed my lips. The kiss was gentle at first. But as I responded it quickly became very passionate. I put my arms around her back and held her close and our tongues explored each other's mouth lovingly. I felt her tits brushing up against mine and it was a strangely erotic feeling. I brought my right arm from around her back and I gently cupped her tit. I couldn't believe how exciting it was. No wonder guys were so fascinated by tits! Her tit felt so sexy in my hand. I don't even know why. But it did. We kissed for several minutes before she lifted her head and said, "I had no idea you were such a fucking slut!" I grinned and said, "I didn't either!" She leaned down and kissed my lips again and then she wheeled around and her knees were on either side of my head. She slid down over me and I felt her breasts slide over my stomach just before her warm breath began to heat up my pussy. I felt her lips touch me down there and begin to move all around my slit. I moaned in pleasure and began to return her kisses passionately. I found that I loved the scent of her aroused pussy. I loved the way it looked and when I finally traced a path through it with my tongue I loved the way she tasted. But most of all I heard her moan in pleasure and I loved that I could excite her like that. I saw movement out of the corner of my eyes from time to time and I was aware that Mr. Todd was photographing our every move. It didn't bother me though. In fact, it made it just that much more exciting. Stacy and I both started having orgasms almost immediately. We were almost out of control, but we didn't stop. I had never been so consumed with lust in my short life and I doubted that I ever would again. I didn't want this to ever end. Mr. Todd finally put the camera down and I saw him kneel behind Stacy. He inched forward and I stopped what I was doing when the head of his re-inflated cock nosed my lips out of the way and began working its way inside of my best friend's soaking wet pussy. I stared in fascination as that fat cock slowly wormed its way inside of her only inches from my face. It was immediately obvious that Stacy liked it. Her mouth came down on my pussy, covering it completely and as he forced his cock inside of her she started biting down my pussy and moaning loudly. It was the most incredible thing to watch, made more so by the sensations in my pussy. I was still nervous about having something that large inside of me. But even so I found that I was jealous. I wanted to feel what she was feeling. I don't know what his reasoning was but he obviously wasn't going to fuck me this afternoon. When his cock was most of the way inside of her his balls started dragging across my face. His balls were hairy and wrinkled and ugly and it was so exciting! I closed my eyes and tilted my head and began licking and sucking on Stacy's clit and licking around her pussy as it swelled and contracted with the movements of Mr. Todd's cock. Stacy started screaming while he fucked her with rapidly increasing force and I teased her with my tongue. I also licked at his wet shaft as it moved in and out of her and his balls whenever they were within reach of my tongue. It wasn't long before all three of us were cumming loudly. Mr. Todd stopped fucking Stacy after he came and slowly pulled his cock out of her. It was still about half hard. He pressed it against my lips and I opened my mouth without even thinking and let him shove his slimy cock between my lips. I sucked it clean and then continued to suck it gently until he pulled it free. He reached up and got his camera from the table and lay down on the floor between Stacy's legs. His head was almost touching mine. He ordered me to lick her pussy clean. I saw the cream from his cock beginning to ooze out of her. He had cum in my throat a little while ago but his cum had all gone straight down my throat. I hadn't actually tasted it. I was going to taste it now. I saw the camera lens near my face and I saw his finger moving on the button. I heard the faint click as he took one pictures after another while my tongue began to scoop up his cum and for the first time I tasted it. Her description of what it was like flashed through my mind and it was dead on. I could smell and taste the slightly unpleasant bleachy flavor. I swallowed the first few drops easily and then I scooped out a large dollop of it and let it rest on my tongue while I tried to decide how I felt about it. I found that I agreed with Stacy. It was not a very pleasant taste, but it was an extremely exciting thing to do, to take a man's cum in your mouth. The stuff that comes out of the hole in the end of his cock! Gross! But very exciting. When I could finally get no more of Mr. Todd's juices out of her pussy I let my head fall back and come to rest on the carpet. I was exhausted. He got up and helped us to our feet. Then he sat in his chair and said, "Would you girls like a beer?" I answered without thinking, "No thank you. I'm too young to drink." He got a big laugh out of that and I realized as soon as I said it that it was an incredibly stupid thing to say. I smiled at him, embarrassed at having said something so stupid, and I rephrased it. "Thank you, but I don't drink." He told Stacy to go get him a beer and while she was gone he opened a drawer beside his chair and took out a small pad. He asked me for my full name and address and he wrote them down. Then he pulled out another small pad and wrote my name and address down and tore off the top sheet and handed it to me. It was a prescription and I looked at him curiously. He said, "Birth control pills. I don't want you girls getting knocked up." He reached into the drawer again and handed me a cell phone and a charger for it. He showed me how to use it and said, "Most of the time you will know when I want you back here before I let you leave. But sometimes something comes up and I'm going to have to call you. You are going to have to find some way to sneak out of your house when I call you. I try not to do that often. I don't want to ruin a good thing so it's in my best interest that you girls don't get in trouble. But it can happen. It happened with Stacy already. If I do call you though, I won't accept any excuses. When you are called you come." I nodded. I wanted to tell him that I would have to be home at midnight when my mother got home. But I didn't want him to know that I was home alone most evenings so I didn't say anything. The last thing he pulled out of the drawer was a wad of cash. He handed us both fifty dollars and said, "I'm giving you an extra ten bucks apiece because you did such a good job. Sara, I think you are going to work out just fine." He told us that we could get dressed and leave. While he watched us put our clothes on and sipped his beer, Stacy said, "Mr. Todd, Bryan is really getting to be a pain in the ass. He comes into my room every night and fucks me or makes me suck him off. Can you do anything about that?" He grinned and said, "I already did something about that sweetie. I gave him permission. Anytime he wants some ass you give it to him. I told him he could let his friends fuck you too if they wanted to." He looked at me and said, "That's going to apply to you too, once I bust your cherry. I'll let you and Bryan both know when he can have you." I should have been really upset by that news. Stacy was. Instead I felt a shiver of anticipation run through my body like an electric shock. And I didn't even like Bryan. He was a real shit. So were his friends. Mr. Todd said, "Okay, get out of here. I have work to do. I want you back here tomorrow Sara, right after school." I said, "Yes sir." We grabbed our book bags and I followed Stacy outside. We hurried out to the sidewalk and as soon as we were away from the house Stacy turned to me and exclaimed, "You fucking slut! You're a bigger slut than I am!" I grabbed her hand and squeezed. It took every bit of my self control to keep from squealing in excitement. I groaned and said, "I want to take you in my arms and hold you so tight that you can't breathe and I want to kiss you and bite your neck until you bleed. Oh Jesus Stacy! I've never been so…I…oh god! I can't even talk! I was so pissed that he didn't fuck me. You said he wouldn't but I wanted to. I wanted it so bad! Oh Jesus! I am a slut! I didn't even know it! Right now I just want to go running all over town fucking every boy that I see!" She laughed and said, "Come on slut. Let's go to your house." As we walked the three blocks to my house I raved quietly about how much I loved eating pussy and how much I loved sucking cock. I went on about how exciting it had been when she undressed me and touched me and what his cock looked like and felt like and tasted like. She just smiled and kept walking. When we got to my house she followed me inside and as soon as I closed the door we dropped out bags and hugged like lovers. But then, I guess that we are lovers now. She held me tight for a moment and then she pushed me away and said, "Okay slut. You have to settle down now. What do you have to drink around here?" There were two choices. Cold water from the tap or cold water from the tap with ice cubes. I made us both a glass of ice water and we went to my room. She sat on my bed and watched while I undressed and put my shorts and t-shirt on. She got serious then. She said, "Sara, I can't believe that I never really noticed how beautiful you are before, or how sexy." I blushed and said, "I'm not as hot as you are. Stacy, you have a perfect body and that flaming red hair is so beautiful." She smiled and said, "Yeah, I'm kinda hot. But I've always flaunted it. You were the quiet little girl in the background all this time. I can't believe I was worried about you!" She was quiet for a minute and then she said, "You are going to be alone tomorrow. At least I guess you are. I won't be there. There could be other men there or one or more of the other kids. When some of his friends come over he isn't so nice. He gets a little rougher on us. I think he is trying to impress them. It isn't that he is going to beat you or anything. But he'll grab your hair and jerk you around by it or squeeze your tits real hard, shit like that. And they talk down to you, treat you like trash. It's like they are trying to make you cry or something. And his friends are rough too, especially the guy that's likes to fuck young girls in the ass. He is a real prick." She continued, "If you want some good advice, find something and start fucking yourself in the ass with it for a little while every afternoon. Stretch your ass out before he does it with his cock. His dick isn't that fat. Not like Mr. Todd's. But it still hurts when he does it." I shuddered and replied, "I don't have anything to put in my butt!" She smiled and said, "You don't have a butt. Sluts have asses. Come on, let's go look in your room. Do you have some Vaseline?" I shook my head and she said, "Let's look in your mom's room. She might have some." We went to my mom's room and looked on her dresser and her nightstand. No Vaseline. Stacy started opening drawers and I said, "Stacy! Don't do that! It isn't right. That's snooping." Stacy grinned and reached down pulled up a long black dildo shaped just like a man's cock. It even had a pair of big, lifelike rubber balls. I almost wet my pants! I would have bet the fifty dollars I had just been given that my mom didn't have anything like that in the house. I would have bet she didn't even know what they were. Stacy brought it to her face and sniffed it. I exclaimed, "Stacy! What are you doing?!" She pulled me over to where she was standing and pointed down. There were a half dozen penis shaped toys of various descriptions in the drawer. Stacy reached in and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. She said, "Come on slut," and took me by the hand and pulled me back to my room. She made me take off my shorts and kneel on my bed. Nothing happened for a minute and then I felt her finger worming in between my ass cheeks and pushing against my asshole. I jumped slightly when she touched me there. I was surprised at how good it felt. She started working her finger inside of me. It was cold at first because of the lubricant. But it warmed up quickly. She pushed her finger in and out of my ass very slowly for a minute or so and then she repeated the process. This time she greased up two fingers and began fucking my ass with them. After a few minutes she pulled her fingers out and a minute later I felt the tip of that black rubber cock pressing against me. I tensed up but she slapped my ass and said, "Relax cunt! Push back against it like you are trying to go to the bathroom. That relaxes the muscles and it will go in easier." I couldn't do it at first. I was just too nervous. But finally I concentrated and forced myself to relax. Suddenly the big knob on the end of that thing popped inside of me and I came right up off of the bed. I exclaimed, "Fuck me! Shit! That hurts! Stop it Stacy!" She stopped pushing but she didn't pull it out. She said, "Put your head down on your arms again Sara. Just relax. Honey, trust me. You are going to be glad I did this. This thing is thicker than that asshole's cock. If you get used to this you'll be able to handle him with no problems." I grunted and gasped, "I don't think I can do it." She left it in me though and then, after several minutes she slowly slid it in a little further. She paused again and then she pulled it back. I thought she was taking it out but to my dismay she pulled it back a couple of inches and then slowly pushed it back in. It went in a little further this time. I was grunting and gasping in pain. I found that it was difficult to breathe. I also found that I had the embarrassing feeling that I had to go to the bathroom. I finally told her that she would have to stop because I had to go to the bathroom. She informed me that it always felt that way. She pulled it almost all the way out and put some more KY on it and then started pushing it back in. This time I felt it bottom out. I had that entire ten inch long rubber cock inside of me! I felt the fake rubber balls pressing against my ass. She held it in place for a few minutes and gradually I started to relax and I even got to where I could stand it. It didn't feel good. It just didn't hurt so much. I was starting to breathe instead of pant. She began to slowly draw it out and then push it back inside of me in slow, short strokes. I was gradually getting used to it. After a few minutes she said, "You look pretty sexy with a black cock sticking into your ass. I wonder if Mr. Todd has any black friends." I didn't know if she was teasing or not but I found myself wondering what it would be like to be fucked by a black man. Not in the ass. I wasn't fond of this at all. But maybe later it might be interesting to have sex with a black man. After a few minutes I exclaimed, "Jesus Stace! Are you going to fuck me until you cum?" She laughed and slowly pulled it out of me. I put my feet on the floor and stood up carefully. I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I still felt like I had to go to the bathroom too. She handed my mother's black cock to me. That's a sentence a girl doesn't use every day. She said, "Here, go wash this with soap and water and then we'll put it back." I held it up and looked at it. It looked huge. I said, "I wonder where she got this?" Stacy laughed and said, "I doubt if she picked it up at Wal-mart!" I went to the bathroom and washed the dildo. Then I washed my hands and my ass. I sat on the toilet for a few minutes but nothing happened and I realized that I didn't have to go. It really was just the dildo. Stacy was waiting for me in the hallway when I came out of the bathroom and we went back to my mother's room. She showed me where it was positioned in the drawer and put the KY jelly back the way she had found it. She closed the drawer and said, "I know you didn't like that Sara. But I'm serious. The more you get used to that big ass dildo the easier it will be on you when old Buster Ass comes over to take you for a ride. He gets all the girls eventually. And ass fucking is his favorite sport." We went back to my room and I put my shorts back on. I slipped my sandals on and then I suddenly started laughing hysterically. I finally collapsed on my bed and when I could finally talk I said, "I've just been fucked in the ass by my best girlfriend! That's something I never thought I'd say!" She giggled and said, "By the end of next week I imagine you will be able to say a lot of things that you didn't expect you'd ever say. I bet you never thought you'd eat my pussy or suck the cum out of it either. Did you?" I shook my head and said, "No, but I loved it. What time to you have to get home?" "Jesus Sara! Instant nymphomaniac! I need to get home. But I'll give you my cell number and I want you to call me when you get home tomorrow. I want to hear all about it." We exchanged cell numbers and she checked the ringer volume on my phone. Then she hugged me and went home. I looked at a clock for the first time since school let out and I was shocked to see that it was almost six o'clock. I went out to the kitchen and ate a can of soup. I was sick to death of a diet of soup and sandwiches and cereal for breakfast. I promised myself that soon that would change. I cleaned up the kitchen and put everything away. All the while my brain was spinning madly as the events of this afternoon whirled through my brain. I pictured the things that I had done and the pictures were very vivid. I was amazed that I had no regrets. I didn't feel bad about what I had done and I didn't have a low opinion of myself for having done them. The biggest problem I had was forcing myself to stop thinking about what I had done long enough to concentrate on my homework. I finished my homework finally. I usually go back over my work and check it but I didn't see the point. I simply could not concentrate tonight. I couldn't get my mind off of sex. I put my books in the bag and got them ready for tomorrow. I looked at the clock. It was only a quarter to nine but I hadn't slept much last night and I had an eventful day today. I was pretty tired. I took a shower and got ready for bed. I was holding my cell phone in my hand and trying to decide on a discreet place to charge it when it started ringing. It almost gave me a heart attack! I answered it frantically, though there was no one in the house but me to hear the quiet ringing. It was Mr. Todd. He said, "Just checking slut. I wanted to make sure that you would answer it. If you ever need to call me my number is in your phone's directory." Then he hung up without even saying goodbye! I finally ended up plugging the charger in at the receptacle by the head of my bed. I slid the phone under my bed so that if my mother came in she wouldn't see it. I prayed that I would remember to take it with me in the morning. I wasn't used to having a phone to remember. My brain was still in turmoil but I was exhausted and I was asleep by ten. I had one erotic dream after another but I slept through the night. The next morning my alarm played soft music for a good ten minutes before I heard it. I guess sex really wears a girl out. I hadn't thought to pick out what I was going to wear today. I didn't have a large wardrobe to choose from but it was a special day. This was the day I was going to lose my virginity. I felt a twinge in my gut at the thought but I wasn't sure how much of that was fear and how much was excitement. I picked out my second nicest bra and panty and then selected a nice, simple, slightly sexy print dress that, like all of my other clothes had been picked up cheap at the thrift shop. The dress only reached half way down my thighs and the pleated skirt was flirty. I liked it. It was one of my favorite dresses. It buttoned down the front and was easy to get in and out of. That was something I had never taken into consideration when getting dressed before. I put on my sandals and started to go out to the kitchen for my cereal when I remembered the phone. I got a sinking feeling when I realized that I had almost forgotten it. I went to the kitchen and quickly made a sandwich for lunch and then had a small bowl of cereal. I cleaned up the kitchen after I ate and hurriedly brushed my teeth and my hair. When I got outside Stacy was on her way up the sidewalk to get me. I smiled at her and said, "Sorry. I haven't slept well the last two days. Too much excitement. I think I need a scarier alarm clock." She shook her head and said, "Come on slut." As soon as we were away from my house she asked, "Any second thoughts?" I shook my head and said, "Not one. A lot of exciting things happened to me yesterday. I can't think of one that I wouldn't want to repeat. Well, maybe what happened afterwards with that rubber dick up my ass. That wasn't the most fun I ever had with my pants off." She laughed and then said, "Damn! I kind of enjoyed fucking you. I was hoping to do it again!" I smiled and said, "Sweetheart you can fuck me any time you want. I'd just really appreciate it if you did it in a different hole or with a smaller cock. I didn't realize you had such a big cock." She chuckled and said, "You are forgetting Sara, I fucked you with your mother's cock." I responded, "Yeah, but I bet she doesn't stick that big thing up her ass." Stacy said, "I told you, it's for your own good. You don't have to do it if you don't want to. But if you keep it up you'll thank me in the end, so to speak." We were quiet for a moment and then she asked, "Are you scared?" I shrugged and said, "Yeah, a little. But I'm excited too. I know that fourteen is a little young to start being sexually active. I doubt if there will be much difference in my mind or body a year or two from now though. I'm almost fully grown. I think my body is ready. And I bet that a lot of girls in our class aren't virgins anymore." We had to change the subject then. We were running into other kids on their way to school. I noticed that since our kinky sexual activities had become such an important part of our lives we didn't talk as much about the more mundane topics that used to occupy us. We didn't gossip about the other kids as much or talk about our schoolwork or our parents. Not quite as much anyway. As we neared school we were walking close together and talking quietly when Danny came up behind us and put an arm around each of our shoulders and wedged himself between us. Danny was in the eighth grade with us and we had gone to school with him since the first grade. We knew him but we only had one class with him this year and we didn't hang out him or his friends. He smiled and quietly said, "Brian called me last night with the good news. I hear I'm going to get to fuck you Sara. That's hot. The two prettiest girls in school and I get to fuck them both." I smiled sweetly at him and said, "Danny! I didn't know you cared! If you wanted to fuck me, how come you never asked?" He grinned and said, "I did once, remember? You said your mother wouldn't let you." I chuckled and replied, "No. You asked me for a date. My mother doesn't let me date. You never asked me for a fuck." He laughed and said, "You should have told me that I was asking the wrong question when I asked you for a date." I smiled and said, "But Danny, that wouldn't be playing the game!" He leaned over and said, "It's a new game now. Any day now I am going to see you naked. I am going to touch you and I'm going to taste you and I am going to fuck you. I can't fucking wait!" In a sweet, innocent voice I asked, "Are you a good fuck Danny?" He wasn't expecting that question I guess. He paused and said, "You're the first person to ask! I guess I'm getting better. I'm enjoying the lessons." Stacy leaned forward and I looked at her. She smiled and said, "He isn't bad Sara. He has a nice cock for a kid and he is very enthusiastic. I've fucked him several times and I don't mind. At least with him you aren't just a piece of ass. He likes the whole package. He is better when he has calmed down a little. I think you'll enjoy him." Danny seemed stunned at her endorsement. He didn't even have the presence of mind to make one of his standard smart-ass comments. He said, "Thank you Stacy." She said, "You're welcome, now get your clammy hands off of us and go to school." He put his arms down and said, "I really do think you are the two hottest girls in school." I stopped walking and turned to face him and he wasn't just screwing around. I leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips and said, "Thank you Danny. I think you are pretty nice too." I fought the impulse to laugh when he blushed. I said, "I'm looking forward to it too Danny." I turned and Stacy and I continued on. Danny stood stunned for a moment before wandering off. Stacy waited until we were away from him and said, "He really isn't that bad, once he calms down. He's cute and he's nice and he has a nice cock." I laughed quietly and responded, "Our conversations the last couple of days have gotten really bizarre." She replied, "Our lives have gotten bizarre." We went to our lockers and got ready for our first class. I struggled to get through another day of school when my whole life was focused on a split second moment that was going to occur shortly after school got out this afternoon, that moment when a cock was going to tear through that thin membrane inside my vagina and my whole life was changed forever. At lunch we were quiet. I asked for some reassurance from Stacy that it wouldn't be so bad and she smiled and said, "It really isn't. The problem is that society places so much importance on that tiny little thing. That is all you have been thinking about all day. If you just relax and forget about it then it's no big deal. What you did yesterday was harder. Taking that pervert's cock into your throat was much harder than losing your virginity. There is a little pinch and it's all over. As long as you aren't all caught up in that 'Oh god, I'm a ruined woman' crap it really is no big deal." She paused and said, "I was glad to be rid of it. Now it seems that you are not the girl that I thought you were all these years. I think that you will be glad to be rid of it too. But there is a down side." I looked at her questioningly. She smiled and said, "After Mr. Todd is through with you, Brian has permission to fuck you any time he wants. I think that is to make up for the nasty things he makes Brian do. He knows that Brian hates it." I was too embarrassed to admit it to Stacy but I wasn't sure that was a bad thing. It's kind of weird because I don't like Brian. But the idea of being made available to a boy that way kind of turned me on. I changed the subject rather than comment on that. "Doesn't it seem strange to call the man that takes your virginity and is in charge of your sex life mister?" She shrugged and replied, "It isn't like we're lovers. Hell, I don't think any of us even like him. We are all doing it for the money. And I don't think anyone knows his first name." I asked, "Did you ever think you would be a whore?" She shook her head and said, "I don't think I ever really connected the word with the actual idea of doing it. I know that what we do fits the definition. But I don't think of myself as a whore. I'm more of a sex slave with an allowance. I would hate for my friends or my parents to find out what I'm doing. But it isn't like we are street walkers or call girls. I think it is best not to think about what we do too much. Not if you have a conscience that nags. That is apparently not a problem for me. I like a lot of what I do there. Not all of it of course, but I had a very good time yesterday." I smiled and said, "I did too. You are a pretty good fuck Stace!" She smiled sweetly and said, "Cunt! All this time I thought you were such a fucking stick! I thought that if you went to that house you would end up a brain dead basket case. Well, I was half right, but you certainly aren't a basket case." I smiled and said, "I love you too." The bell rang then and after we stood up and got ready to go in for our last two classes she said, quietly and sincerely, "I love you too Sara. I hope you don't change." I turned to look at her and she got embarrassed when she saw the love in my face. She blushed and said, "Stop looking at me like that! Everyone is going to think we are a couple of lezzies." I laughed and said, "Just because I'd eat your cunt, don't think I'm going to marry your skanky ass, bitch!" She put her arm through mine and we walked back to class. As we walked she quietly replied, "I'm too young to get married." Stacy had managed to make me a little less nervous about what was going to happen this afternoon. But it was still a momentous moment for me and once more I had a terrible time concentrating in class. But at least today I didn't get so carried away in history class that I all but masturbated. When school was out we started walking to Mountain Street. We were quiet until the crowd thinned out. She could see that I was nervous. She smiled and said, "You're going to be okay Sara. Keep reminding yourself that it's just sex. If that doesn't work, keep reminding yourself why you are kidding yourself into thinking you are doing it, for the money." I replied indignantly, "What do you mean? You know why I'm doing this!" She smiled and said, "I know why you are doing this. I also know what you are trying to make yourself believe is the reason you are doing this. I'll give you credit for wanting to help your mom. But you aren't kidding me any longer slut. I was there yesterday. I saw you cut loose. I saw how pissed you were when you didn't get fucked. I saw you take that bastard's fat cock into your throat without being forced. You were pure slut once the door closed and you were in that house to have sex. You get off on being a sex slave and being told what to do. And I know that you can't stand Brian, but you can't wait until he rapes your horny ass." She took a deep breath and said, "I thought I knew you before. I was wrong. But I know you now because you are just like me. Isn't it weird that since yesterday I feel closer to you than I ever have? Now we REALLY have no secrets from each other. I even know what your cunt tastes like. I doubt if a lot of our friends can say that about their best friends." I reached out and squeezed her hand and said, "Don't take this the wrong way Stace, but I love you. And I love eating your cunt, slut." We were about to turn onto Mountain Street when I asked, "Do you have to go home right away?" She shook her head. I asked, "Would you mind waiting for me at my house? I don't know what's going to happen or how long it's going to take. But when I leave here I know that I am going to want to talk to you." She smiled and said, "I would be happy to. That way I don't have to worry about Brian barging into my room and ordering me to suck his cock when he gets home. He's getting to be a real pain in the ass." I gave her my key and she took my book bag and kept walking. I turned and walked through the gate and went to Mr. Todd's door. I knocked lightly and stood there with my heart in my throat. The moment was finally here. This was not the way that I had imagined I would lose my virginity. I was scared. But I was also excited. The door opened and I was surprised to see Brian standing there. He stepped back and let me in. As I brushed past him he said, "Are you excited, cunt? After this your ass is mine any time I want it." I ignored him and went over to stand in front of Mr. Todd. He smiled up at me and asked, "Answer the question Sara. Are you excited?" I quietly replied, "I'm scared. But yes, I'm excited." He said, "Good. We aren't going to start until three- thirty. Sit down in Brian's lap and let him warm you up a little." Brian had taken a seat at the other end of the couch and I went over and sat on his lap. His hands instantly moved to my body. One of them cupped my breast and the other slid up my thigh and began to rub the crotch of my underwear. While Brian groped me, Mr. Todd said, "I'm not going to pop your cherry Sara. Another man is going to do that. He is driving all the way from the other side of the state just to fuck you. After he fucks you another man gets a shot at you. Then I get to go third. Brian is going to be holding the camera and the entire event is going to be broadcast on the internet to a thoroughly screened private audience who have paid for the privilege of watching a fourteen year old beauty lose her virginity. In exchanged for his services I suppose that it is only fair that he gets to fuck you too. So four men, or three men and a boy, are going to fuck you this afternoon. Several thousand are going to be watching. How do you feel about that?" I didn't know what to say! I thought I was going to come here and Mr. Todd was going to fuck me. Then I would go home and talk to Stacy about it. This was a little overwhelming. I finally said, "I don't know what to say. I wasn't expecting any of that. I guess it's kind of scary. But I'll do what I'm told." I didn't think much of Brian's skills as a lover. He was rough and much of what he was doing with his hands was bordering on painful. But I had to admit that I was getting turned on. I couldn't help it. I was getting felt up by a boy. I was listening to the schedule and finding out that I was going to be fucked while thousands of horny men watched and enjoyed the show. As horrifying as that sounds I was getting excited as the time neared. Mr. Todd smiled and said, "That's what I wanted to hear. You'll do just fine. When the man who is going to fuck you gets here I want you to answer the door. The nervous look that's on your face right now is just what he'll want to see." As if on cue there was a knock on the door just then. Brian pushed me out of his lap and I went to the door and opened it. There were two men in casual clothes standing there and when they saw me their faces lit up. The taller of the men smiled and said, "Lovely! You are even prettier than your pictures!" I stepped back and opened the door and shuddered when I realized that Mr. Todd must have posted my pictures on the internet. I also realized where he was getting the money to pay us kids. He was taking money from men who saw us on the internet and wanted to come and fuck us. He was probably charging them to watch the live broadcast of these men fucking me today too. The men stepped inside but they stayed by the door and watched me as I closed it and waited for them to enter the living room. The taller of the two men put his arm around my shoulder and asked, "Are you nervous Sara?" I shivered and quietly responded, "Yes sir. I was nervous anyway. But this is all a bit much. I wasn't expecting people to drive from all over and I wasn't aware that there was going to be a large audience. It's all pretty scary." He leaned down and whispered, "I'm nervous too. I've never fucked a virgin and I've never fucked a girl with an audience. But when I saw your picture on the internet I knew I had to have you. You are beautiful and sexy and I couldn't pass this chance up. I'll try not to hurt you though. Okay?" I nodded and said, "Thank you sir." Mr. Todd came over to where we were standing and shook hands with the man that was about to fuck me. They talked for a couple of minutes but it was almost time for the broadcast to start. Mr. Todd said, "I have to go in the back and make sure everything is hooked up and working. That blanket in the middle of the room is where this is going to happen. The boy there is Brian, the cameraman. I'll be right out." He left and we went into the living room. Brian had the large camera resting on his shoulder. It was a huge, professional looking camera with cables coming out of it and running through the room and into the back of the house, to his computer I suppose. While he was gone from the room the man who was going to fuck me moved his hand up and down my back gently. He spoke soothingly as his hand caressed my back. He said, "My name is Stan. I'm thirty-four, married and I have a daughter your age. She is constantly driving me crazy. I am afraid that while I am fucking you today I am going to be fucking her in my mind. I hope that doesn't upset you." I didn't give a fuck! Shit! It wasn't like we had been out on a date and I was going to have sex with him because I liked him. He bought my ass! I shook my head and said, "I don't mind." He smiled and said, "The man with me is my business partner, Terry. We pooled our money to pay for the opportunity to be your first, and second as it turns out. It was expensive, but I know it will be worth it." I glanced back and saw that Mr. Todd was still out of the room. I whispered, "Can I ask how much you paid? I'm just curious." He whispered back, "The high bid was three thousand and before it could go any higher, Terry and I talked it over and sent in a joint bid of six thousand, with the stipulation that we both got to fuck you. No one else put in a bid." I thought to myself, "I'm going to have to have a talk with Mr. Todd. I'm the one getting fucked. I'm going to want more than a hundred dollars if he is getting that much from these two guys plus whatever he makes from the internet broadcast." Mr. Todd came back into the room and asked, "Is everyone ready?" I glanced at the small clock on the table and saw that we had a couple more minutes and I nervously said, "Mr. Todd, I think we need to talk." He gave me a curious look and I quietly continued, "I don't think our deal is entirely fair." He saw where this was going and smiled. He said, "You are right Sara. And I am willing to increase your payment. I will give you a thousand dollars. But I am also going to punish you for questioning me. Does that sound fair?" I nervously answered, "No, but I accept. I need the money." Then it was time to start. Bryan started looking through the viewfinder and Mr. Todd nodded and said, "Go!" Mr. Todd and Terry moved out of the way and Stan took me into his arms. He started kissing me and his hands began to move over my body. He was a good kisser and much to my surprise I started getting into it. I was aware of Brian and the camera but I found that the idea that of thousands of men out there that didn't know me watching and getting excited, maybe even playing with themselves while they watched, that was really turning me on. I forgot all about what Mr. Todd said about punishing me. After a few minutes of making out, Stan turned me to face the camera and ordered me to undress. He stepped out of the shot and watched while he took his clothes off too. I was nervous but I noticed the large bulge in the front of Brian's pants and for some reason that amused me and calmed me down a little. I loved it that he was so turned on. On the other hand, I also think that I was more embarrassed to be undressing in front of him than anyone else. I can't explain it. I guess it was just because I knew Brian. I quickly unbuttoned the buttons on the front of my dress and slipped it off. I tossed it into a nearby chair and reached behind my back to struggle with the clasp on my bra. I guess I wasn't as calm as I thought. My fingers were shaking and I took a long time to unhook it. I let it slide down my arms and I felt the cool room air on my tits as the cups fell away. My nipples were already pretty hard from the situation and from the attention that Stan had paid to them earlier, but when the cool air came into contact with them they became hard as pebbles. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I kicked my sandals off and then I took a deep breath and slid my underwear down off of my hips and down my legs. Now I was naked in front of three men, Brian, and thousands of men watching on the internet. It was just as scary as I thought it would be. I glanced over at Stan. He was naked now too. He had a nice slender body, not too hairy, and a nice hard cock that didn't look scary big. It looked like it might be a little over six inches long and it wasn't overly thick. It was smooth and, I don't know, youthful looking? I liked the way it looked. He stepped back onto the blanket with me and his hands explored my body for a moment before he said, "I want you to suck my cock for just a minute. I saw those pictures of you with that big, fat cock in your throat and I have to see what that feels like." I smiled nervously and went to my knees in front of him. Brian came in for a close up as I kissed and then licked Stan's cock. He had to drive for a couple of hours to get here but he smelled clean. That was important to me, not that I could have refused him if he had stunk up the room. I took his cock in my mouth and as soon as my lips closed around it and my tongue began to caress it I experienced again the excitement I had felt yesterday. I was amazed at how much I liked sucking cocks. I was curious about that. I am pretty sure that most girls don't feel that way. I wonder why I do. I remembered the advice that Stacy had given me yesterday and in no time at all I had Stan's cock in my throat. It was much easier than it had been with Mr. Todd yesterday. I had no trouble at all breathing with his cock in my throat. I sucked him like that for a couple of minutes and I was actually disappointed when he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I looked up at him and he was smiling down at me. He said, "Damn girl! If I hadn't paid so much to bust your cherry I'd sure love to finish that. That was the best head I ever had! That can't have been the first time you did it in those pictures from yesterday!" I smiled and said, "Yes sir. I never even saw a cock before yesterday afternoon. Honest!" He shook his head and said, "Fuck me! I need to send my wife over here some day so you can give her lessons. She's been doing it for decades and she can't suck cock worth a shit!" I giggled and said, "I wouldn't mind." He smiled back and said, "Okay girl, lie down on your back and spread your legs. The camera has to get another shot of your hymen for the perverts out there. They need to know that they are actually seeing a girl lose her virginity. So spread your pussy open like you did in those pictures." Brian got down between my legs with that huge camera and I nervously spread my legs and started to pull my pussy open as far as I could with my fingers. I saw Mr. Todd standing off camera with a flashlight. He shined it right up inside of me and after Brian got a good, long, detailed picture of my insides he got back on his feet and Stan took his place between my legs. I took my hands away and Stan leaned down and kissed and licked my pussy for a few minutes. I had been pretty highly stimulated anyway and when his hot, wet tongue moved through my slit my ass came up off of the blanket and I cried out and had an instant orgasm. He ate me to two more orgasms before he climbed up over me and said, "Put your hand around my cock and guide it into your pussy Sara. I am dying to feel your hot cunt around my cock." I reached down and gripped his cock and moved the head of it up and down my wet slit until I found the opening. He pushed it into me very slowly until just the head was inside of me. I moaned in pleasure and almost came again just from the idea that finally I had a man's cock inside of me. He pushed it in just a little bit at a time and while he entered me we stared into each other's eyes. It was very sexy. I winced when the head of his cock touched my hymen. It hadn't actually hurt though. I was just nervous. He pulled back and started slowly fucking a couple of inches of his cock into me, stopping each time before he touched my hymen. I loved the feeling of fullness as his cock stretched my pussy open. It was very exciting and I was starting to get frustrated that he was teasing me like this. I was ready and then some! I lifted my head up and kissed his chest and my hands teased his nipples as if working independently of my brain. He moaned in pleasure as I started losing control under him and finally I started going a little nuts. I started pleading with him to do it. I begged him to fuck me and get it over with. He whispered back, asking me if I was ready and if I was certain that this was what I wanted. He was taunting me and I was getting frantic. I put my arms around his back and tried to pull him down on top of me but he ignored my efforts until finally I screamed, "GOD DAMN YOU!! FUCK ME! I NEED YOUR COCK INSIDE OF ME! FUCK ME GOD DAMN IT!!" And he did. I didn't even realize at first that it had happened. His cock was suddenly in me all the way and his pubic bone was pressing against mine. I screamed. Not in pain. I screamed in pleasure. I screamed in ecstasy. I had never felt anything so fucking wonderful in my life. I loved it! I loved his cock and I loved having his cock in me. I felt so full, so stretched, so taken. I wanted this moment to never end. I didn't even realize at first that there had been no pain. Or at least there had been no pain that I was aware of. If there had been any it was more than overcome by the pleasure I had experienced. He left his cock buried inside of me for a moment and when I opened my eyes he was smiling down at me. I smiled back and he whispered, "You are the hottest fucking slut I have ever seen in my life! Give me your number when he isn't listening. I have to see you again. I have to fuck you again. I can't go the rest of my life without having you again." I winked at him and then I said, "If you don't stop talking and fuck me I'll never speak to you again." He said, "Let me know if it hurts." He started slowly moving his cock in and out of me and I moaned in pleasure. It was wonderful! I started lifting my hips off of the floor to meet his thrusts and I found myself muttering almost constantly. I was telling him over and over how much I loved what he was doing and that I never wanted it to end and begging him to fuck me and never stop. He fucked me with a nice regular rhythm for several minutes and I started losing it. I lifted my head and started kissing his chest again. Then I started licking the sweat from his chest and kissing and sucking on his manly nipples. He seemed to like what I was doing, though I wasn't doing it for him so much as I was doing it because I was all but out of control and going crazy with lust under his body. He started fucking me harder and faster and I started cumming and screaming at him to fuck me harder over and over. I must have cum a dozen times before he reached his arms around me and his weight came down on top of my smaller body. His cock began to pound into me and my arms went around him to keep him just where he was. I was murmuring, "Fuck me," over and over and I was totally out of control as he held me close and pounded his cock into me furiously until finally his body stiffened and he groaned loudly. I knew that for the first time in my life a man was cumming in my pussy. The first of many times to come. His sweaty body finally relaxed on top of me but I held him tight. I didn't let him go. I loved the feeling of his body on top of mine. He was heavy and I was having trouble breathing but I loved it. I loved being taken by a big, strong man. I loved being overpowered and I loved being fucked! I covered his neck and his chest and his shoulders with passionate little kisses until he lowered his face to mine and we kissed for a long time. When he finally broke the kiss I said, "Thank you Stan. That was wonderful!" He smiled and lifted his weight off of me. He said, "I had my first fuck when I was fifteen and I have been fucking ever since. I have been fucking for nearly twenty years now. I have never fucked a woman as exciting as you and I have never enjoyed a fuck as much as I just enjoyed fucking you." I pulled his head down. I turned it gently and kissed his ear. Then I whispered my phone number into his ear. He got up then and I looked down at his cock. There was a tiny trace of blood around the base of his now soft cock. The only sign that I was no longer a virgin, well, that and my sweaty, highly aroused body. As soon as Stan moved out of the way, Terry was there. Terry was shorter than Stan. He was a little chubby. He was kind of cute though. He hadn't talked to me when he came in and I didn't know anything about him. I noticed that he had a wedding band on his finger. I didn't care though. His cock was nearly identical to the one that had just taken my virginity. It was hard and the top of it was covered in the clear lube that had been oozing out of the end while he watched his partner take my virginity. He smiled down at me and asked, "Are you sore?" I smiled back and shook my head. I held out my arms and said, "I'm ready Terry. Fuck me. Or as they say in the old movies, take me I'm yours." He grinned and leaned down over me. He kissed me and then he quietly said, "I wish I had been able to go first. I would sure love to eat that sweet pussy of yours. That's the prettiest pussy I ever saw. But I can't do it now. That would be too much like sucking Stan's cock and I'd never live that down." I smiled and said, "Maybe some other time. I'm sure that now that I'm damaged goods he won't charge as much for me." He kissed me again and whispered, "Oh sweetheart! You are definitely not damaged goods. You are just about the hottest little piece of ass I have ever seen in real life." I reached down between us and teased his hard cock for a moment before guiding it to my pussy. As he started to slowly push his cock into me I asked, "Oh really? And who is hotter?" He chuckled and answered, "Now that I think about it, no one I can think of. I can't think of single centerfold in Playboy that I would trade for you." I thought that was a sweet lie and I smiled and said, "Good answer. You're a fucking liar but it was a good answer." He moaned in pleasure and said, "Sweetheart, I wasn't lying." Then he started concentrating on what he was here for. I was quickly climbing back up onto my sexual high as the excitement of getting fucked by yet another man, another cock, began to build. As my next orgasm approached quickly I suddenly realized that all joking aside, I loved this. I was a slut! That realization kind of set me free and I started going nuts again. I put my arms around Terry's neck and began lifting my ass up off of the rug. I ground my pussy against him and my cries of passion got louder and louder until I was over the edge again. I was sobbing and making noises that I didn't even recognize as coming from me. And I was having one incredible orgasm after another. In only a few minutes I heard Terry moan and cry out, "Oh fuck! No! Not yet!" But it was too late. He tensed up and soon there was a second load of cum in my pussy. I laughed, almost hysterically, and I don't even know why. I held him close and whispered, "Damn I love that! Your cock feels so good inside of me. I love fucking!" His muscles unclenched and he lifted his weight off of me. He smiled down at me and said, "That is probably why you are so damn good at it." He got up slowly and Mr. Todd was standing over me and staring down at me. He smiled and said, "Jesus! You are the biggest fucking slut I have ever seen. I think I love you! Now get up on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are." I was afraid that he intended to fuck my ass and I knew I wasn't ready for that, especially not with that fat cock of his. But he got to his knees behind me and pushed down on my back. When I was in the right position he gripped his cock and moved the head of it through my slit a few times and then rammed it inside of my pussy in one violent but very exciting stroke. He grabbed my hips and held on tight while he fucked me fast and violent, just like a couple of dogs. And I loved it! I saw Brian circling around us, getting a good shot of my tits bouncing violently and then the look of lust on my face. He moved back and got a close-up of Mr. Todd's fat cock pounding into my pussy and then he stepped back and filmed us from the side as I started losing control again. Just before I started to cum, Brian moved in front of me and the camera was right in my face as I began to once more scream and cry out in unbridled pleasure as orgasms ripped through my body leaving me totally out of control. Mr. Todd just kept pounding into me and eventually I just dropped my head onto my crossed arms on the floor and waited for it to end. I was fucked out. It was several long minutes before he sped up, becoming even more violent, and then deposited yet one more load of hot male cum inside of me. He left his cock inside of me for a long moment before he finally pulled it free. He sat back on his heels and slapped my ass and said, "Turn around bitch. Clean this mess up!" I reacted without even thinking. I rose back up and turned around. His slimy cock was right in my face. It looked disgusting, but I thought back to yesterday and eating his cum out of my best friend and I reasoned that this couldn't be as gross as that had been. And I had enjoyed that! I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth while Brian once more came in for a close-up. I sucked Mr. Todd's cock clean and then I licked his balls until all of our fluids were gone. He patted me on the head when he was satisfied and he stood up. He took the camera from Brian and said, "She's all yours kid." Brian hesitated and asked, "Do I have to fuck her? Her cunts a fucking mess! I'd rather have her suck me off." Mr. Todd said, "I don't give a shit kid. She's all yours." Brian found a dry place on the blanket and after pulling his pants and shorts off he sat down and then stretched out on his back. I didn't need to be told. I moved between his legs and started licking his cock and balls. I don't know how long the sex show had lasted but it had been long enough for Brian's cock and balls to be covered in slime. He was a fucking mess. But ours is not to reason why. I slowly licked him clean and then I started sucking his cock, something I was starting to get very good at very quickly, so good that he came almost immediately. I could sense his disappointment that it was over so soon. I was disappointed too. I swallowed his cum and held his cock in my mouth for a minute while he caught his breath. Then I started sucking again. His cock never got soft and soon he was nearing orgasm for the second time. I sucked on his cock eagerly and I heard the three men who were watching making nasty but complimentary comments about my cocksucking skills. I was honestly flattered. I had only been sucking on his cock for five or six minutes the second time around when he grabbed a handful of my hair and lifted my head off of his cock just before he came. He held my face in place and used his hand to finish himself off. His cum shot out and I felt the hot streamers covering my face. His eyes were closed when he came. When his orgasm had passed he lifted his head and looked at his handiwork and said, "Perfect! Suck my cock clean, bitch. And leave that cum on your face. I like the way it looks." I stayed on my knees and waited for someone to tell me what to do. I felt the three streamers of cum cooling on my face. He had missed my eyes but one of the trails of cum spanned my lips and I used my tongue to lick them clean. I saw Mr. Todd put the camera down and he said, "That's it men, shows over. That was hot. I'll send you the DVDs when they are ready." He finally told me to get up and I struggle to my feet. I was surprised at how tired I was. When I was lost in the throes of passion I hadn't been so aware of it. I asked for permission to go to the bathroom and clean up. Instead, he got his digital camera out and took some shots of my nasty body, especially my pussy and my thighs which were covered in cum, and he said, "Put your panties on." I went over to the chair where my clothes had ended up and pulled my panties on over all of that cum. As I pulled them up and into place he took pictures as fast as he could push the button. He took some pictures of me in my panties and the dampness soaking through. Then he said, "Alright, get dressed now." They were all watching me put my clothes back on. When I was dressed, Mr. Todd handed me a wad of cash and said, "Okay, you can go now. Leave the cum on your face until you get to your house. You can have tomorrow off. I want you back here on Monday." I asked, "Can I get a copy of that DVD?" He was amused at that. He said, "Sure, I guess I can spare one. Will there be anything else, your majesty?" I guess he was still mad because I hit him up for more money. I said, "Yes sir, I'd like to see the web site where you are posting those pictures. I'm curious." He picked up his pad and wrote out the web address and a password I could use to get in. I thanked him and started to leave. Then I turned back and said, "I'm sorry sir. I have one more request. Stacy is waiting for me at my house. Can I have her hundred dollars?" He reached into his pocket and peeled off two fifties and said, "Are you leaving now or are you moving in?" I smiled and said, "Thank you sir." I turned and headed for the door. I knew that it was inevitable that at some point between here and the two blocks to my house someone was going to see me like this. But I was determined to leave those streamers of cum on my face. Those were my orders. I was half way to the gate when the door opened behind me. I turned to see Stan hurrying to catch up to me. I stopped to see what he wanted and he said, "You are something special Sara. Do you mind if I call you?" I smiled and said, "I gave you my number." He said, "You were worth every penny. But next time I'd rather give the money directly to you. Don't tell Todd though." I smiled and said, "Deal!" He took my hand and shook it and I felt him press something into it. He smiled and said, "A little something extra for you. Take care of yourself." I thanked him and left then. As I was closing the gate behind me I glanced down and saw that he had pressed more money into my hand. I was afraid to look to see how much it was until I was out of sight of the house. I went down to the end of the street and then turned toward my house. When I was sure that I was out of sight of the house I counted the money that Stan had put in my hand. It was five hundred dollars! I almost screamed in excitement. I started to put it with the wad of money that Mr. Todd had given me. Before I could combine the money I realized that he had given me more than a thousand dollars. I noticed a post-it note stuck to the top bill when I unfolded the money. It said, "You were pretty fucking hot! Here's a little extra, you earned it. But you are still going to be punished. I like punishing my bitches." I counted out the wad of cash and there were fifteen crisp one hundred dollar bills. He had paid me fifteen hundred dollars for two hours of sex! Fuck! Maybe I should move in with him! I was walking down my street in a daze when I passed the two brothers that lived two doors down from me. Dale had just turned fourteen and Kevin had recently turned thirteen. They said hi as we passed each other and then I heard them stop. They hurriedly caught up with me and came to a stop in front of me. I suddenly remembered that I had three thick ropes of cum across my face and dripping down onto my dress. Dale exclaimed, "Sara!" He sniffed and said, "Sara, are you alright? Did you get raped?" I saw the concern in their faces and I was touched by it. We weren't all that close but they had lived two doors down for a couple of years and we saw each other all the time. I responded, "No Dale. I'm fine. Thanks for being concerned though." I started to move around them but he asked, "I don't get it Sara. Why do you have cum on your face?" I wasn't sure what to say. But then I had an idea. I said, "I can't tell you right now. But if you keep this quiet and come and see me tomorrow after school I'll try to explain. Okay?" Dale and Kevin looked at each other and then turned back to me and shrugged. Dale said, "I guess. Are you sure you're alright?" I nodded and thanked him for caring. Then I hurried the rest of the way down the block to my house. I had one close call when Mrs. Livingston walked out of her house to check the mail but I hid behind a tree until she went back inside. After that I made a beeline for the house and got inside before anyone else saw me. Stacy was watching television in the living room. She jumped up when she saw me. She chuckled and said, "I see that you had to give Brian a blowjob." I smiled and asked, "You mean this is his trademark? Or is he just marking his territory?" She laughed and said, "A little of both I guess." I handed her the money that Mr. Todd had given me for her and said, "I am going to have to take a quick shower. I'll be right out." I hurried to my room and hid my two thousand dollars with the forty that I had been given yesterday. Christ! Two thousand dollars! That was almost half a year's pay for my mother! I undressed and left my clothes on the floor. I was going to have to wash them before my mother got home. I ran to the bathroom in the nude and stepped under the hot water. I started to wash my hair and after I rinsed the first time I felt Stacy behind me. She put her arms around me and took the shampoo from my hands. She said, "Let me." I relaxed and let her wash my hair and then massage in some conditioner. While the conditioner soaked in she picked up my body wash and gently soaped up my entire body, paying particular attention to the area between my legs. She was gentle, fearing I suppose that I was in pain. But I wasn't and it felt very nice. When she was done she helped me rinse off and rinsed my hair. Then I took great pleasure in returning the favor. I washed her hair and then, after I put the conditioner in, I reached around her and lovingly washed her front. I loved the way my soapy hands slid over her perfect tits, and apparently so did she. She leaned back against me and moaned in pleasure as I washed and then rinsed her body. Once the soap was gone I kissed and licked her slender, sexy neck and said, "Jesus Stace! It was fucking fantastic! I wish you had been there." She chuckled and said, "Girl! I can't be there every time you get laid." I sighed and said, "You could if it was up to me." We rinsed off again and then I shut the water off. I reached into the cabinet and handed her a clean towel and we dried off while standing face to face on the small bath mat and staring into each other's eyes. After we were dry I brushed my teeth and then we went to my room and I loaned her a pair of shorts and a t- shirt. We got dressed and went out to the kitchen. I got us both a glass of the house specialty, ice water. Then we went into the living room. We sat on the couch and she pulled me over onto my back with my head in her lap and said, "I want to hear every detail." I told her every detail that I could remember, including what I knew of the amount of money he was making off of us. She had been aware that he was making money from letting men fuck us and watch us on the internet, but like me she was shocked at the amount. And we still had no idea how much he was making from the internet site. As I told her all about my afternoon, one of her hands moved gently over my face and hair while the other cupped and caressed my tit. After a few minutes she worked my t-shirt up over my tits and toyed with my soft flesh and my hard nipple as I told her every detail of my little gangbang. I remembered nearly everything about my first fuck and she was as amazed as I was when I described it and told her how wonderful it had been. But then I told her how much money I had left there with. Her hands stopped moving and she whispered, "You're shitting me! You fucking cunt! You made two thousand dollars today?!" I assured her that I had and then I asked, "He said I'm going to be punished for asking for more money. What does he do to punish us?" She stopped what she was doing and said, "Sit up," in a voice that was suddenly very serious, very concerned. I didn't want to hear that. I sat up and pulled my shirt down over my tits. The look on her face was not reassuring. She stared at me for a long moment and said, "I don't know what he does. Was he really mad?" I shrugged and said, "I don't know. He didn't seem to be. His voice was perfectly calm when he said that he was going to punish me. Why?" Stacy looked very concerned and it was scaring me. She finally said, "He punished Sharon once. She threw up after he came in her mouth the first time. Nobody saw her for a week after that. She was real quiet when she started showing up again and she still refuses to talk about it. Whatever he did it changed her." I didn't like the sound of that. I decided to change the subject. I said, "He gave me the website where he is posting our pictures. I want to see it. Do you know anyone that has internet access that you trust? I don't think it's a good idea to check it out at the library." She smiled and said, "I know someone. But he won't do it for free. He probably already goes to that site though. He lives one block over from me and he came to one of Mr. Todd's parties to fuck me. So he must have found the site and offered to pay to fuck me. I'll ask him." I shuddered and said, "It never occurred to me that someone in this town would be seeing those pictures! It must really suck that someone you know saw them!" "I didn't know him," she said. "He just saw me around and recognized me. He didn't even know where I lived. But yeah, it was kinda creepy." I asked, "Are you going to Mr. Todd's house tomorrow? He gave me the day off." She shook her head and said, "I don't have to go back until Monday." I smiled and said, "Me too!" Then I asked, "Would you mind going to the drug store with me after school tomorrow? I am kind of nervous about that. I've never gotten a prescription for anything before, much less birth control pills." She smiled and said, "There's nothing to it. I'll be happy go with you." I had one more question. "I passed Dale and Kevin on the way home. They saw the cum on my face. I told them that I would tell them about it tomorrow. I didn't know what to tell them. I was wondering what you thought of asking them if they wanted to go to work for Mr. Todd. They are nice kids. Kevin is only thirteen but he is big for his age." She didn't seem too fond of the idea. She said, "I don't know. I don't know if he wants more boys. You better check with him first. I don't know him very well. Don't forget, I've only been going there for three weeks." I had forgotten. She was so helpful to me and such a comfort that I had to keep reminding myself that she was new at this too. We went back to my room so that she could change back into her school clothes. While I sat and watched her get dressed she said, "You know, I've been going there for three weeks and I've only made just a little under twelve hundred dollars. I was pretty proud of myself. I can't believe how much money you made today!" I asked, "Are you upset with me?" She grinned and said, "Hell no. I'm a little jealous. But I understand. I loved fucking you too." I laughed and said, "I'll give you some of the money they gave me Stace." She looked up at me and saw that I was serious. She was all dressed except for her blouse. She put her blouse down and walked over and pulled me to my feet. She took me in her arms and squeezed me so hard I could hardly breathe. She kissed me and said, "I guess what they say about blondes is true. You dumb cunt! I'm happy for you! Stop talking like retard. If I get mad at you I think you know me well enough to know that I'll let you know." I put my arms around her neck and said, "I love you Stace. You're the best friend ever." She pulled away and pushed me back down on my bed. I watched her put her blouse on. As I walked her to the front door I suddenly remembered something. I said, "The guy that bought my virginity, Stan. I gave him my phone number. He wants to call me. He said that he wants to see me again but he doesn't see any reason why Mr. Todd should get paid when he does. He is going to pay me. I don't know how much but I'm sure it will be more than Mr. Todd gives us. Would you be interested? I bet he would love to see us put on a little show." She gave me a funny look. Then she said, "Yeah, I'd be interested. Just make sure that Mr. Todd doesn't find out. Even you must see that going behind his back would piss him off. Be careful." I nodded and we kissed again before I held the door open for her. I said, "See you in the morning." As she started out I said, "I like the way we are now. I like that we kiss. But what happens when we get boyfriends Stace? Will we be jealous?" She chuckled and said, "No boy is ever going to eat your pussy like I can, bitch. You may fall in love and get married and live a long, normal life. But we are always going to love each other. I'm not worried." I smiled and said, "I'm glad. See you tomorrow." She left and I went in and started doing my homework. I had been out of it at school for two days and I really had some catching up to do. It took me a couple of hours to read what I had missed in class and do my homework. It was eight thirty when I finally packed up my books. Then I had to figure out how to start giving money to my mother and how much to give her without raising suspicion. It was a hard decision because I wanted to give her enough to make a difference but not so much that it was totally implausible that I had made it selling magazines. I went to my room and got in bed. Then I swore and got up and got my phone out of my book bag and put it on the charger. I got back in bed and then I remembered that I hadn't eaten anything since lunch. I couldn't stand the thought of another sandwich though so I said the hell with it and tried to go to sleep. The problem wasn't that I was hungry. The problem was that my mind kept replaying the day's events. It had all been exciting. But that first fuck with Stan, I couldn't wait to see the DVD of that. I doubt if anything in my life will ever be as wonderful as that first fuck. I love Stacy and the first time with her had been great. I couldn't wait to do it again. But that first fuck…that was the perfect sexual experience. I didn't think there was any way that he could top that the next time I saw him. I think that I had probably been asleep for a little over an hour when I heard something. Being alone in the house so much I had become a pretty light sleeper. I woke up and heard my mom asking, "Sara, are you awake?" I turned my head and saw her in my bedroom door. I sat up and asked, "What's wrong mom?" She came in and sat on the side of my bed. She said, "I'm sorry I woke you. I just had to tell you what happened today." She sounded excited and after the way I found her after work yesterday, just knowing she was feeling excited was enough to wake me up. I turned my light on and I couldn't believe it when I saw her face. She looked years younger than she had when she came home yesterday. She took me in her arms and held me tight and in a voice overflowing with happiness she said, "It's over baby. This scrimping on food and going without. Living a life of hopelessness and despair, it's all over." I said, "Hot damn! You've become a hit woman for the mob! We're gonna be rich!" She sat back and shook me and said, "Smart ass! You're partly right. I won't be working at Wal-mart anymore. I start a new job in two weeks. A steady job with normal hours and paid vacations and a health plan. They even have a retirement plan! We won't be rich but we can move out of here and we can get a decent car and you can have a computer. We can call up and order a pizza once in a while. We can live like normal people!" She saw the look on my face and she stopped talking. She said, "Baby! What's wrong? That's good news!" I suddenly realized that I was crying. I threw my arms around her and hugged her and said, "That's great mom. I know how much you hated working there." She pushed me away and held me at arm's length and stared at my face. She couldn't understand. I was afraid that when she heard what I was thinking she would think I was being a silly little girl. She said, "Sara, talk to me." I looked down at my hands and the tears were pouring from my eyes. I whispered, "I don't want to move. I couldn't stand it if I moved away from Stacy." I couldn't say anymore. I started bawling like a baby. She pulled me close and hugged me and in a minute I realized that she was laughing. I asked, "What? Why are you laughing?! Because I love my best friend?" She sat up and said, "Honey, it will be more than a year before we can afford to find a decent place. I'm sure that by then Mr. Weaver will have straightened out his disability and probably gotten a bucketful of back pay. Maybe we could arrange to move out of here and still live near your best friend. I know how much you two mean to each other. We'll work something out. I promise." She handed me a tissue from the box on my nightstand. When I had used it I took a deep breath and said, "Okay, tell me all about it." She said, "I applied for a great job a couple of months ago. It was assistant manager of an upscale boutique at the mall. I thought I had a lock on it. A friend of mine said that they really liked me for the job. But the corporate office sent someone down to fill the position and they had to accept her. It turns out she was a drunk and a thief and they finally got rid of her. They called me tonight and said that the job was mine if I still wanted it." "I start in two weeks. But I promise that I'll start saving slowly. Maybe by the time we get enough money saved up to move you will have gone away to college." I laughed and said, "Oh yeah, the colleges will be lined up to take me!" She replied, "Honey, you aren't stupid. I know we make those dumb blonde jokes too often. But you know you aren't dumb." I smiled and said, "No, I don't think I'm dumb. But I'm not a scholar either. I get passing grades by working my butt off. I just don't learn well. We both know it and it's just the way I am. I am not dyslexic. I don't have any disabilities. I'm just not a good student. It is hard for me to memorize things. I don't know why but we both know it is true. If you have been stashing away a college fund for me then now is the time to get it out and buy food. I'll go next door and wake up Mrs. Williams and call for a pizza on her phone." Mom laughed and said, "We'll talk about this later. I just wanted you to know that things are going to change around here, and soon." I smiled and thought, "They already have!" Mom kissed me and went to bed. I guess she didn't want a sandwich either. Then I thought that now might be a good time to tell her that I had some money. I got up and got a hundred dollars out of my hidden stash. I went down the hall and knocked on her door. She came and opened it a crack and peeked out. That was strange. It wasn't like I never saw her naked. I handed her a one hundred dollar bill through the crack and started to return to my room. There was silence for a few seconds and suddenly she cried out, "Where did you get this?!" I turned back and the door to her room was wide open. She was naked and I smiled, not at the shock on her face but at the big black dildo that was lying in plain view on her bed. I said, "I got paid today. I got a job selling magazines on commission in the neighborhood. It doesn't pay much but I thought it would help. That's two weeks commissions. I was going to surprise you with a steak dinner tomorrow night when you got home. But I guess it's better to let you handle the money." She reached behind her door and grabbed her robe and pulled it on. She closed her door and led me back to my room. Inside she said, "Okay, let's talk. Tell me about this job." I had clipped out the ad and I showed it to her. I had figured out what I was going to tell her. I hated lying to her. But I thought that for the next few weeks we could still use a little extra money. After that I would keep my money to myself. After she looked at the ad I explained, or should I say I lied and said that we went out as a team, that we had adult supervision at all times, that we never entered a home. I tried to cover all the things that I thought would come to her mind to scare her. I told her that I only worked a couple of hours a day and that I was still getting all of my homework done and going to bed early. She didn't like it but I could see that she was happy to have the money. Then she smiled and said, "I can't take your money. You have had nothing all of your life. Here, take it and blow it. I don't care if spend it all on candy." I didn't take it of course. I hugged her and said, "I'm not that fond of candy. I'd rather we went out for a good meal. I'm sick to death of tuna fish and peanut butter. And a coke would be nice now and then. No, I don't want it mom. You take it. I'll work until you start your new job and then I'll quit. That was why I took this stupid job, so you wouldn't worry so much." She kissed me and said, "I love you Sara. You are the best daughter a mother could have. Thank you. I promise to pay you back, soon." She started to leave and I asked, "What was that you said about a computer?" She smiled and said, "With my very first paycheck." Just before I finally went to sleep I pictured that big, black dildo on her bed. I wonder where she got that. On Friday morning I got up quietly and put some money and my prescription for birth control pills in my book bag and waited outside for Stacy. I was too nervous and excited to eat my cereal. We talked about my mom's new job all the way to school. She was as horrified as I was at the possibility that I might move away from her. She also noted the irony of my mother getting a new job two days after I started selling my ass to help out with the money. I had to admit that, although that had been a consideration, I wasn't doing it for the money. Stacy got a kick out me catching my mom about to make use of that dildo we had been playing around with. I was better able to concentrate in class today. I was somewhat surprised at myself. I hardly gave a thought to the fact that I was no longer a virgin. It was really a matter of little consequence once it was in the past. I had no regrets, only fond memories. It had been a very exciting afternoon. When school let out in the afternoon we walked a couple of blocks to the drug store. I was nervous about turning in my prescription but the druggist looked it over and accepted it without comment. No accusations, no recriminations, not even a dirty look for the young whore getting birth control pills. Stacy and I looked around the store for a while. It was the first time I had ever been in a store with money to blow in my pocket and I didn't buy a thing. Now that I had money the things that were unaffordable two days ago were suddenly much less desirable. When the druggist called my name I picked up my pills and we walked a block to a fast food restaurant. I had been craving a big, fat, greasy cheeseburger and a coke for months. We placed our order and sat outside and although I had eaten very little in the last few days I could only eat half of the burger. I guess my stomach was shrunk. Either that or my body had lost its tolerance for greasy junk food. We stopped at a shop that sold computers and looked around. Neither one of us knew anything about them. We knew that having one would make school work easier. But we realized that we couldn't just walk in and buy a computer. We were going to have to get some advice from a geek. We did manage to get some idea of what a computer was going to cost though. We left there and I stopped and bought a six pack of coke at a convenience store. Then we walked home. We went out of our way to avoid Mountain Street. We assumed that Mr. Todd would be busy molesting one or more of the other kids and wouldn't see us going past. But we didn't want to take any chances. At my house I put the coke in the fridge and went into my room. Stacy sat on my bed while I got undressed. I was about to put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt but as I started to pull the sorts on she stopped me. She reached out and gently took the shorts from me. I looked in her eyes and I smiled at what I saw there. She wanted to play! I did too. I said, "Let me take a shower first." She stood up and said, "I liked the shower we took yesterday. Let's do that again." That sounded like a plan. I helped her undress and we went to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water in the tub and got out two clean towels. We spent the next twenty minutes or so shampooing and rinsing and soaping and getting better acquainted with each other's bodies. After we dried off we hurried back to my room in the nude. As I entered my room I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and I screamed and stopped suddenly. Stacy ran into the back of me and cried out, "What? What is it?!" I realized that it was Brian. He was standing in front of my dresser pawing through my underwear. I yelled, "God damn it Brian! You scared the shit out of me. I may have to fuck you, but god damn it you don't have the right to come into my house without permission any time you fucking want. Don't you ever do that again!" He just stood there grinning and I went over and took a handful of my underwear away from him and shoved it back in my dresser and slammed the drawer. I was furious. He suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the throat and said, "You stupid cunt! Don't you ever yell at me again! And whoever gave you the idea that you could tell me what to do and what not to do was lying to you, bitch. Now listen up. I brought a couple of friends over and they are waiting for us out in the living room. They don't know about Todd so keep your fucking mouth shut and just do what you are told. Do you have any questions?" I said, "I have to fuck you Brian. And I guess I have to fuck your friends. But if you don't want to end up in the emergency room having a bullet removed from your ass you had better not ever come into my home uninvited again. And I don't need anyone's permission to tell you that. I am not jerking you around you son of a bitch." He was pissed but I think he finally got the message. He took his hand off of my throat and nodded his head in the direction of the door. I followed Stacy out into the hallway and to the living room. I didn't know who was going to be there. I wasn't real pleased with who I saw out there. They were both a couple of the losers that Brian hung out with. Walt was fifteen but I was pretty sure that Jimmy was almost seventeen. I knew he had been held back at least once. They were losers and bullies. They were the kind of guys that I always avoided. When they saw us their eyes lit up and they sat there staring at us with arrogant looks on their faces when we entered the room. Brian pushed Stacy over to where they were sitting and said, "This slut is all yours guys. I'm going to take a ride on Sara. I haven't had a chance to fuck her yet." I had just enough time to see them pull her down between them on the couch and start pawing her before Brian turned me around and started kissing me and groping me. I had been very excited when I got out of the shower a few minutes ago. My pussy was still wet but the excitement was gone now. I stood still and let him do what he wanted without bothering to struggle. I knew it would be futile. Brian groped me for a few moments before he stepped back and started undressing rapidly. I waited for him to finish and tell me what he wanted me to do next. When he was naked he turned me so that I was facing Stacy and his two friends. He pushed me to my knees and got down behind me. I felt his cock entering me and while he fucked me I watched Jimmy force Stacy down between his legs. She struggled with his pants for a minute and then she started sucking his cock. Walt stood up and his gaze went back and forth between me and Stacy as he undressed. I guess he was trying to decide who he wanted to put his cock in. He chose Stacy and he got down behind her and after he repositioned her he started working his cock into her from behind. Our little mini orgy lasted for a couple of hours. All three boys fucked both of us and Stacy sucked off Jimmy and her brother. Walt and Jimmy both got a kick out of watching Brian have sex with his sister. He bragged about fucking her every day. Any time he wanted. They offered their assistance whenever he needed it. When all three boys were sated they made Stacy and I put on a little show for them. I was afraid that it would get them going again but after they watched us eat each other to an orgasm they got up and left without saying a word to us. As soon as they left we took another shower. Then we went to my room and cuddled on my bed. I held her close and whispered, "I'm sorry Stace. That wasn't quite what I had in mind for the afternoon." She kissed me and said, "Why are you apologizing? It was my asshole brother that ruined it." I smiled and said, "I don't know. I just feel bad." She grinned and said, "You have really changed lately. You are growing quite a set of balls. I was surprised when you told him off like that. I wanted to cheer you on but if I did I'd catch hell later in my room. And the way you stood up to Mr. Todd! You sure have changed in the last few days." We just held each other for a while and enjoyed being close and naked. I was trying not to think about it getting late. I didn't want her to leave. We had been lying together for fifteen minutes or so when Stacy asked, "Have you been practicing with your mother's dildo?" I shuddered as I pictured that big black thing on her bed last night. It had been inside of her just last night! For some reason the idea of putting it in my body so soon after it had been in hers troubled me. It didn't trouble Stacy though. She chuckled and said, "I didn't think so. Get up on your hands and knees, bitch. Assume the position!" I wanted to stop her. She didn't really give me a chance though. She was out of bed and gone from my room before I could think of a way to explain what I was feeling. I sat up on the side of my bed. I intended to tell her that I really didn't want to do this. But she wasn't taking no for an answer. She came back in, sniffing the obscene thing as she walked. She smiled and said, "We put it away clean the day before yesterday. I smell pussy!" Then she turned to me and said, "Come on Sara. It's for your own good. Get up!" I groaned in frustration, mostly at my inability to say no to her. I got up and turned around and got on my hands and knees on the bed. When I was ready Stacy said, "You really have a beautiful ass Sara. I've never said that to another girl before. Sometimes I look at you or I touch you and I really wish I had a cock. You are so sexy!" I wryly responded, "Yeah, and you'd make a great guy. Shut up and fuck my ass." She laughed and a moment later I felt her fingers, coated with that cold lubricant, as they began to penetrate my tight little asshole. I grunted as they first entered me. I thought about that big dildo and asked, "Stace is that thing going to fuck me up? I don't want my butt all stretched out." She assured me that my body was extremely elastic and that the only effect would be that when Buster Butt, as the girls all called him, finally got around to fucking my ass it wouldn't hurt so much. I guess I was all in favor of that. I put my head down and let her work that greasy crap into my ass and then add more with two fingers. Finally she started working the dildo into my ass again and I did notice that it went in easier this time. It was still very uncomfortable. But not as bad as the first time. She slowly worked it into me, deeper and deeper until once more the big rubber balls were pressed into the crack of my ass. She gave me a moment to adjust to being stretched like that and then she started slowly fucking my ass with it. She had been doing that for a minute or two when I felt her free hand reach under me and her fingers began to tickly my pussy. I noticed an immediate difference. I no longer concentrated so much on the pain and fear that I had to go to the bathroom. I wouldn't go so far as to say that it became pleasant. But it became a lot less unpleasant. She kept fucking me with that damned thing for a good five minutes. Just before she pulled it out she said, "There, that was a lot easier this time. Wasn't it Sara?" I hated to admit it but I guess she was right. I nodded and then I said, "Yeah, a little I guess. Please take it out now. That's enough for today." She slowly pulled it out and I sighed in relief as it finally was removed from my body. Stacy laughed and said, "Aw, come on! You didn't even pant this time!" She ordered me to stay where I was and she rushed out of the room. I didn't know what she had in mind for me now. I also didn't know why I was following her orders. But I did. She was gone for several minutes and she came back in with the dildo. She had just washed it off. She moved back over behind me and I exclaimed, "Stacy! Not again!" She explained, "I can't put it back like this Sara. It's clean. Your mom used it last night and it was obvious. We need to put some pussy juice back on this thing." Before I could say a word she was working that thing into my pussy from behind! After she had it started she reached around and started tickling my clit again. Now this was more interesting! I relaxed and enjoyed it as she began to fuck me with that fat dildo. It was larger than any cock I had yet experienced and I was a little nervous. But it felt great. I knew that I was going to have to find out how to get one of those. She was probably getting pretty tired but she kept it up until I reached orgasm. I think that there could be no doubt that Stacy was one of my better fucks! Not as good as Stan maybe, but for someone that didn't have a cock she was a damned good fuck. She slowly pulled it out of me and set it on its end on my nightstand. I waited until I got my breath back and then I said, "Damn! That was pretty fucking hot! We need to find out how to get one of those." I got up carefully and said, "Get comfortable. I'll be right back. I have to clean all that grease off of my butt." She sat down and I went and washed my butt off. I also wiped my drooling pussy. Then I went back to my room and pushed Stacy over on her back. I knelt on the floor between her legs and pushed them apart. She moaned as my fingertips moved gently over her and she said, "You know you don't have to do this." I laughed and said, "You lying bitch! If I didn't do this now you'd be pissed and you know it." She laughed and said, "Yeah, I'm pretty fucking horny right now." I leaned down and started kissing and then licking all around her pussy. I was fascinated by her sex. I loved that bright red bush and the tight little slit that glistened with moisture. I loved the way she reacted when I touched it, or when I tasted it. It turned me on almost as much as it turned her on. I kissed her for a long time and I blew gently against her moist opening. Then said, "Stace, I love you." And then I demonstrated just how much I loved her. I began licking and sucking and using my fingers. I did everything that I knew she liked. I loved the way her face and her neck and her chest turned dark red and her body twitched uncontrollably. Her breathing became loud and raspy. And those moans of pleasure affected me almost as much as my tongue affected her. Her hands grasped my hair and her thighs closed around my head. She screamed loudly and had a massive orgasm. I wanted to keep going but she gasped and pushed my head away. She shook her head and begged me to stop. She said, "Please Sara, no more. I love you. I love what you do to me. But I'm exhausted. That was fantastic, but I can't do it again, not right away." I giggled and said, "Serves you right! At least I'm not raping your ass, bitch." She sat up and pulled me up on top of her. She put her arms around me and we kissed passionately. She stopped to lick my face clean and once more I was aware of her breasts against my own. It was such a sensuous feeling. We kissed some more and then we just held each other for a few minutes. Just before I rolled off of her I asked, "Do you like that as much as I do? I mean the way your breasts feel against mine? It's different when you're naked, isn't it?" She answered, "Yeah, I noticed that. You don't notice it so much when you hug another woman with your clothes on. But then, when we do that it's normally your mom or someone like that. I never paid much attention until the last few weeks." She glanced at the clock and said, "I wish I could stay Sara. I hate leaving you alone here." She sighed and said, "Actually, lately I hate going home. Brian is getting to be a real pain in the ass. But I love being with you, now more than ever." We were quiet for a second while she got up and started looking around for her clothes. As she started dressing she said, "We better find us a couple of boyfriends fast or we are going to turn into lesbians. I can see where the guys are going to have a tough time competing with you when it comes to making love." I laughed and said, "My mom won't let me have a boyfriend. I haven't asked her about a girlfriend. I guess she assumes that isn't a problem." When she was finished dressing she took the dildo and the lubricant back into my mother's room and put them back the way she had found them. I walked her to the door and told her that I'd call her tomorrow. I didn't know what my mother had planned but I wanted to spend a little time with her. I hardly ever got to see her anymore. Stacy understood. She gave me a hug and a big kiss and then she left. I started working on my homework. It went much easier tonight. When I was half way through I decided to do something that I had never done before. I went next door and asked my neighbor if I could look something up in their phone book. Then I came home and called out for a pizza on my cell phone. It had been more than a year since I had a pizza. As soon as I hung up the phone my mouth started watering. I got the money from my room and sat at the table. I worked on my homework until the pizza arrived. The smell was driving me crazy. I slammed the door and rushed to the kitchen and put a couple of pieces on a plate. I got a cold coke out of the refrigerator and had a fucking feast! It was almost as good as sex! I gulped them both down and I couldn't help myself, I had to have another. When I was finished I put the rest of the pizza in the fridge for my mother and went back to my homework. I had only been working for a few minutes when my cell phone rang. I was afraid that it was Mr. Todd but it was Stan. I answered it and he apologized for calling so late. He asked if I could talk and I told him that I could. He thanked me again for the wonderful time that he had yesterday. He was very sweet and I thanked him for making my first time so much fun. We talked for several minutes before he got around to what I knew he really wanted. He asked when he could see me again. I told him that I didn't know my after school schedule in advance and I asked him if he could get away for a little while in the evening. He said that was not a problem and I asked what he told his wife when he went away for the evening like that. He sounded embarrassed. He said, "If you see Terry again I would appreciate it if you didn't say anything to him. My wife and I have been separated for months and it looks like we are going to get divorced. I don't want that getting out if I can help it. So in answer to your question, getting away in the evening is easier than during the day." I said, "Well, I have to be honest, I would like to see you again. I really enjoyed being with you. I shouldn't tell you this, but my mom is working until midnight for at least the next two weeks. I know it's a long drive for you, but if you want to drive down and see me then just call and let me know you are coming. As long as you are out of here before she gets home we can enjoy some time together. It would be a good idea if you park down the street and walk to my house though." I gave him my address and we agreed to try for Tuesday. I didn't know how long I would be at Mr. Todd's house after school on Monday. And I didn't know if he was going to punish me as he had promised. I might not be in any shape to entertain when he was finished with me. I gave him my address, though not without a little discomfort in the back of my mind when I did it. We talked for a little longer and said goodnight. I found that I was excited about the prospect of spending some time alone with him. I should ask him when he called again though. He might enjoy it if I invited Stacy over. I'm pretty sure that she would like him. I finally finished my homework and put my books up. I sat in my room for a few minutes then. It was getting late but I sat there and hated the silence for a while. I was so tired of being alone every evening. I used to have the television on all the time but it started getting on my nerves. I hardly ever watch it and it was just noise. It didn't really make me feel any less alone. I went to bed at ten but I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about my mom's new job and the fact that I was finally going to get a computer like everyone else in my fucking class except for Stacy. But mostly I was wondering what my punishment was going to be and if I would find out on Monday and I wondered too what it would be like to have sex with Stan when it was just the two of us and we didn't have the other three waiting their turn and Brian sending our picture out on the internet. It was after midnight when I realized what time it was and decided that since I didn't have to go to school tomorrow I'd get up and heat up the pizza for mom and we could sit and talk for a while. Mom was so pleased with the prospect of pizza and coke that she didn't even ask about the money. I had another piece and we sat and talked for over an hour. We made plans for tomorrow and she talked about her plans once she started her new job. She was pretty excited. That was understandable. She had worked at a job she hated for a company she despised for a very long time just so that we could get by. Her employer prospered by taking advantage of its employees and the poor people who were its suppliers. Only the family that owned the company prospered. We ate and sipped coke and talked until we both started falling asleep. We went to bed and got up early Saturday, her one day off, to have a normal family day together. We even splurged and went out to a good restaurant for dinner. We ended the day with grocery shopping. And this time we bought food! It wasn't steaks and lobster. But there was meat and some deli for sandwiches at lunch time. We bought bacon and eggs. We had to carry it home in bags so we couldn't go overboard. But it was so nice to have food in the house for a change. Mom had to work on Sunday. We spent the day together until she left in the early afternoon. I was sitting in front of the television about an hour after she left when there was a knock on the door. I got up and answered it. It was Brian, standing there with a pissed off look on his face. He asked, "Is this better, bitch?" I sighed and answered, "Yes Brian. Much better. That wasn't so hard was it?" He glowered at me and asked, "Are you alone?" I nodded and he pushed past me and said, "Get your clothes off." This guy was getting to be a real pain in the ass! I took my t-shirt and my shorts and underwear off and he watched me with an arrogant look on his face. He obviously loved having this much power over girls. He undressed and started to sit on the couch. But then he changed his mind and took my hand. He pulled me down the hall to my bedroom and went in and stretched out on my bed on his stomach. I almost asked him if he was waiting for me to fuck him in his ass. I bit my tongue though. I figured he was already pissed off enough. He ordered me to get up on the bed and lick his entire body from his neck to the bottoms of his feet. I looked at him like he was crazy. He just smiled and said, "Mr. Todd is already pissed at you. Do you want me to tell him that you refused to do something I told you to do?" I was actually considering it when he asked, "Have you seen the website yet?" I shook my head. I was still waiting for Stacy to arrange for us to see it at her local pervert's house. He smiled and said, "You should. I think you'll like the pictures. You'll especially like Sharon's punishment pictures. Have you ever seen a dog fuck a girl? Sharon didn't care for it but we all thought it was pretty amusing." The sick bastard! Before I could stop myself I asked, "As amusing as you sucking a cock, Brian?" That was a mistake. His face turned nearly purple with rage. He stared daggers at me for a moment and then he said, "I guess you'll find out for yourself, cunt. Now get to work. And when you get to my asshole, plan on spending a lot of time there. I like that." Under my breath I said, "Fuck! Me and my big mouth!" I sighed loudly and crawled up on the bed. I leaned over and started licking Brian's neck as ordered. I took my time and tried not to miss any places. It was demeaning and it was tiring but I had done many more disgusting things in the last few days. I licked my way down his back until I got to his ass. I licked all the way around the cheeks of his ass and I was just about to spread them apart and lick the crack when he said, "Skip that for now. Lick down to the bottoms of my feet and then work your way back up to my ass. Then you can spend some time there." I obeyed of course. That was what I did now. I didn't enjoy it, but he was clean and it wasn't so unpleasant. I started to brush off the bottoms of his feet when I got that far but he said, "Stop that! That's what your tongue is for you nasty cunt!" I was grateful that I had just vacuumed. His feet were clean. It was just the idea of what I was doing that bothered me. I worked my way back up to his skinny ass and spread the cheeks of his butt apart. I ran my tongue up and down through the crack a couple of times and then started licking his asshole. He shuddered in pleasure and even moaned a few times. I found that curious. I had never realized that it was an erogenous zone. I had certainly not been excited when Stacy had attacked my ass with that fat dildo. I wonder though if a tongue there might be more pleasant. I resolved to try that on Stacy the first chance that I got. Brian made me spend a long time working between the cheeks of his ass. He ordered me to burrow my tongue inside as deep as I could. By the time he finally stopped me my jaw and my tongue were both exhausted. But I wasn't finished. He turned over and said, "Now it's time to do the front. Start at my forehead and work down to my toes. Save my cock for last. And don't skip my armpits, bitch." If you haven't tried this, take my word for it. It is a lot harder than it sounds. It is much more tiring than simply nestling between someone's legs and licking and sucking on their sexual organs. This was hard work! I licked my way back down Brian's body, detouring to get his armpits. It wasn't as bad as it sounds. As I said, he was clean. But he was sweaty and it was unpleasant. I worked my way down to his toes and sucked on each of them before licking my way back up to his balls. I licked then and took them into my mouth and sucked on them gently. Then I started sucking his cock. Most of what I had just done, I'm sure, was more to humiliate me than to cause him pleasure. But now it was all about pleasing him. His cock wasn't that big and sucking it was no problem. Besides, all of the licking got him warmed up and it wasn't long before he filled my mouth with cum. I swallowed carefully and held his cock in my mouth until it was soft and he pushed me away. I sat up and rubbed my tired neck. He got out of my bed on the other side and went out to the living room. I followed him out and we both got dressed in silence. Just before he left he gave me an evil look and said, "I hope he makes you do a dog, bitch. You need to learn what you are good for. Maybe I should tell Mr. Todd what an awful mouth you have on you. Maybe he would make you suck off that mutt instead of letting him fuck your sorry ass." With that pleasant picture planted in my head he turned and left. I had only just gotten comfortable again when there was another knock at the door. I seemed to be getting popular all of a sudden! I got up, hoping it was Stacy. I opened the door and there were Dale and Kevin. Dale said, "Hi Sara. You were going to explain to us how come you had cum all over your face on the way home on Thursday." He was obviously embarrassed but I think he suspected that something was going on and he was hoping, maybe not to turn it to his advantage, but at the very least for a titillating story. I suppose that his mind wasn't working nearly as hard right now as his hormones. He was my age and I knew that there was only one thing on his mind. I had forgotten all about them after talking them over with Stacy. I hadn't given any thought to an explanation for walking down a public sidewalk in the afternoon with streams of cum across my face. I didn't want to let them in. But neither did I want them standing in my door and being spotted by my next door neighbor. There were enough strange boys coming to my house when my mother wasn't home. I glanced next door and it didn't look like anyone was home. I stepped back and let the boys in and offered them a seat on the couch. The television was on but I wasn't watching anything so I turned it off and stood there, trying to think of something to say that could explain what they had seen. Finally I just shrugged and said, "Guys, I don't know what to say. If I tell you what happened I will be breaking my word to someone else. To be honest, I was going to make up a story to tell you. But I forgot all about it and I can't think of any plausible excuse that I can give you. And I can't tell you the truth." Dale looked more embarrassed than I was. He was blushing and trying hard to keep his eyes focused on my face. He said, "We talked about trying to blackmail you, threaten to tell your mom or something. Just so we could get you take your clothes off. We were hoping that we could get you to undress in front of us. We've never seen a girl naked. But I don't want to blackmail you." He stood up and said, "I'm sorry we bothered you." Then he turned and said, "Come on Kevin. Let's go." I couldn't believe it! They were being nice! I wasn't used to that. They looked so disappointed. I suppose that at the very least they had hoped to hear a sexy story. I actually felt sorry for them! Before I could stop myself I said, "Wait!" They looked at me and the hope I saw in their faces was irresistible. I thought, "What the hell, thousands of men have seen me naked. What difference would it make if two guys my age had the opportunity?" I smiled at them and asked, "That's all you want? You just want to see me get undressed?" They both nodded vigorously. They both seemed more embarrassed than I was. I said, "If I do this I want your word that you won't tell a soul. I mean it! I know how guys love to talk. I think it's kind of sweet that you didn't try to force me into anything. Maybe I could reward you for that. But I will never forgive you if this comes back to haunt me." They both swore to keep it a secret. I stood in front of them for a moment, not so much to get my courage up but just wondering what in the hell had gotten into me that I could so easily undress in front of two boys who were no more than casual acquaintances. And all because they seemed pretty sweet and were just curious to see a girl naked. I think what finally convinced me to do it was that desperate look on their faces. That, and the fact that I was pretty sure that they would keep their word. Besides, I was beginning to enjoy undressing in front of guys and getting them excited. And they seemed so harmless. They had returned to their seats on the couch. I stood in front of them and grasped the bottom of my t-shirt. I looked at them, a little nervous now that I knew that I was actually going to do this. But the excitement on their faces convinced me. I slowly lifted my shirt up, slowly at first, until my breasts were exposed. Then I whipped it off and tossed it on a chair. There was a sudden and simultaneous gasp from the boys and their eyes became as big as saucers. They glanced quickly at each other. As if to say, "Do you see that?!" But neither boy spoke. They stared in obvious awe at my breasts for a long time. Finally Dale said, "Jesus Sara! You're beautiful!" I stood in front of them and rubbed my breasts and teased my nipples until they were fully erect. I felt much older than them, even though Dale was only a few months younger and Kevin not quite a year younger. They were both bigger than me. But it was obvious who was in charge here. I felt it too. It was nice to be in charge for once. I enjoyed their lustful stares. It seemed like a different kind of lust. They had no expectations. They didn't come here to have sex. They really just wanted to see a girl with her clothes off. That kind of turned me on. I slid my shorts down and after posing nonchalantly in my modest little pink panty for a moment I slipped that off too. Both boys gaped at me and I had to struggle not to giggle at the looks on their faces. Besides, I still thought they were kind of sweet. I moved a little closer, pressing my knees up against the couch cushion with one of my legs between each of theirs. I smiled down at them and asked, "Do you really think I'm pretty?" I'm not sure that they even heard me. Kevin's hand started to reach out slowly to touch my skin. He suddenly realized what he was doing and jerked his hand back. He got even redder and whispered, "Sorry." I said, "That's okay Kevin. You can touch me. I don't mind. Just remember your promise. If I start hearing about what we did here today when I get to school then I am going to hunt you down and kill you like dogs." They both swore again that the only one they would talk to about this would be each other. Kevin reached out again and his finger tips moved gently through my pubic hair. I thought it amusing that the younger boy was taking the lead. Dale still seemed to be frozen in place. He watched as Kevin moved his fingers through my little pubic patch and then trailed softly down over my exposed pussy. I felt an excited tingle when his fingertips moved over my clit and I gasped slightly. Kevin jerked his hand away but I took his wrist and pulled it back. I smiled and said, "It's okay Kevin. It felt nice." Dale stared for a few more minutes and then he leaned forward and reached up to cup my breast. His hand was hot and sweaty and his touch was just as clumsy as you might expect from a boy who had never seen or felt a breast before. But the situation was really turning me on, though I suspect not nearly as much as it was exciting them. The look of wonder on their faces was irresistible. I quietly asked, "What do you think, guys? Do you think I'm sexy?" I didn't really need to ask. If ever a girl could read a guy's mind I could read their minds now. I stepped back suddenly and the look of disappointment on their faces was hilarious. I smiled down at them and said, "I'm nervous about doing this out here in the living room. Someone might come to the door and see us. Let's go to my room and you can spend a little more time exploring, okay?" They scrambled to their feet and were both embarrassed by their obvious erections. Kevin tried to hide his and I grabbed his hand and said, "That's okay Kevin. That's supposed to be there! If you didn't get a hard on looking at me naked I'd be upset." He grinned self-consciously and I led them down the short hallway to my room. I stretched out on my back and the boys sat down on either side of me. They ran their hands over my body. They touched and squeezed and pulled and gently massaged. Dale was the first to have the nerve to put his finger inside of me. He slowly worked it into my pussy and he smiled at me and said, "It feels so hot!" It felt pretty damned hot to me too. After that degrading hour with Brian I was having a good time now. It turned out that this had been just what I needed to make me feel better, much better. I was getting turned on too. I knew that neither boy would be much of a lover but I didn't care. I asked Dale, "Would you like to put something else in there?" He looked up at me with a look that was almost shock. Apparently that had been much too much to hope for. He asked breathlessly, "Really Sara? Can I?" I didn't expect to get anything but a warm and fuzzy feeling out of this but I was getting turned on too. I nodded and said, "Sure Dale, get up and take your clothes off." Kevin watched in amazement as Dale undressed and scrambled up on top of me. I reached down between us and guided his small cock to my pussy. Before I let him go I said, "Now take it easy Dale. This isn't a sprint. We aren't racing. You'll enjoy it more if you go slow, at least at first." As Dale's small cock entered me and Kevin sat near us watching in eager anticipation of his turn I was struck by how immature these boys seemed, especially Dale, who was the same age as me. I'm not trying to say that I'm all that mature and sophisticated. I don't know if the difference was the time I spent at Mr. Todd's house and the things that had happened to me there. I didn't think that I had changed since then. But then, maybe after today Dale would seem more mature. What do I know? Dale was just as quick as I knew he would be. I doubt if he lasted two minutes. But it wasn't unpleasant for me. I was in no danger of achieving orgasm but I was getting a kick out of what I was doing for them. They seemed to be in a constant state of awe. That can go to a girl's head. Dale shuddered through his orgasm and slowly rolled away. I turned to Kevin who had never moved from the side of the bed. He was waiting for some indication that this wasn't a dream and he was actually going to lose his virginity. I smiled and said, "Come on Kevin. Get your clothes off. It's your turn." He stripped out of his clothes so fast my eyes almost couldn't follow him. He stood beside the bed then, not sure what to do next. I patted the bed beside me and he carefully climbed into bed with me. He moved over between my legs and clumsily stretched out on top of me. I had to tell him to rest is weight on his arms. Once he was in position I reached down and guided his little cock into me. I was watching his face as he slowly entered me and I had to bite my lower lip to keep from laughing. It was obvious that he loved the sensations he was experiencing. He had an excited, slightly insane look on his face. He surprised me a little. He still couldn't provide me with enough stimulation to get me going. But he lasted much longer than I thought he would, nearly twice as long as Dale had. He started to get violent right at the end but he managed to keep his weight up off of me and I didn't mind. When he was finished he opened his eyes and stared down at me and whispered, "Thank you Sara! That was…I…Oh Jesus! Thank you!" I smiled and said, "You are quite welcome Kevin. It's a lot of fun isn't it?" He nodded vigorously. Then he finally got up on his knees and stared down at me for another minute or so. No one spoke after that for several minutes. Not until Dale said, "Could we do it again?" I smiled and asked, "Now?" He shrugged and said, "I could. But I mean some other time. There is more stuff I'd like to do. I'd like to try putting my mouth on you. And I'd like…" He hesitated and blushed again. Finally he said, "I'd like to get a blowjob. Would you do that?" I thought about it and I realized that even if I wasn't going to have an orgasm, what we were doing was fun for me. I liked being naked with boys and being touched and causing them pleasure. It was still early. I said, "I could give you both a blowjob before you leave. And yes, you can come back some time when I am home alone. If I don't have plans then you can eat my pussy and we can have sex again. But not too often, I have a life you know." They were both grinning from ear to ear. I was still having trouble believing that Dale was my age. He seemed so much younger. I got up and instructed Dale to lie on the bed. When he was comfortable I knelt on the floor beside him and took his still hard cock in my hand. He asked, "Don't you want me to wash first?" I leaned down and kissed the head of his cock. He shivered in response and I said, "Most girls would. I don't mind. It's just cum." Then I started sucking his cock. It was only about five inches long and very thin. It was the easiest blowjob I ever gave. I sucked his cock and teased his nearly hairless balls with my fingers and soon he was cumming in my mouth. He had the mildest tasting cum I had tasted yet. I don't know if it was his age or what, but it was almost pleasant. I held his cock in my mouth after I swallowed his cum. He was panting quietly as is heartbeat returned to normal. His hand reached out and caressed my hair and he said, "Sara, you are the most wonderful girl I ever met!" I sat up and laughed quietly and said, "You mean the easiest don't you?" He got the most sincere look on his face and said, "No! I think you are wonderful. I wish I was a year older so I could be your boyfriend." I thought that was sweet. I didn't understand. We were the same age. But it was a sweet thing to say. I hoped that he was as considerate once he left here today. I slapped his thigh and said, "Move over, it's Kevin's turn." Kevin quickly took his place in front of me and I repeated the process. I suppose that most girls wouldn't have felt the same way I did. But I was having fun. I liked the looks of ecstasy on their faces. I enjoyed the expressions of awe when they looked at me. I even liked their small, clean, sexy little dicks. When I had gotten Kevin off and given him time to recuperate I said, "You guys should get dressed and go now. It's starting to get late." Dale asked, "What about you Sara? You didn't cum." I smiled and said, "That's okay Dale. I had fun too. Maybe the next time I'll cum." Dale smiled back and said, "I have an idea. Let's try something first. Get up and lie down in the middle of the bed." I decided to see what he had in mind and I stretched out and got comfortable. Dale instructed Kevin to bend over and start sucking on my nipple. When Kevin was in place and had taken my nipple into his mouth, Dale did the same with my other nipple. While they were sucking gently on my nipples I felt their hands ease down over my stomach and their fingers began to tease my pussy. It felt good but they were clumsy and didn't really know what they were doing. Still, I thought that with a little guidance this could work. I asked Kevin to gently put two of his fingers inside me and start working them in and out. Then I asked Dale to wet his finger and gently rub my clit. They were happy to help out and once they had that worked out they went back to sucking on my nipples at the same time. It wasn't long at all before I realized that I was going to cum. I felt my orgasm building quickly and near the end I started getting vocal. I encouraged them to go faster and harder and before long I was lifting my ass off of the bed and holding their faces pressed tightly to my chest and crying out as I had a very nice orgasm. They dressed then and after I once more assured the boys that they were welcome to return I showed them out. Once they were gone, since I was already naked I decided to try using mom's dildo without Stacy's help. I was concerned that I might soon be taking a real live cock up my ass and I wasn't ready for that. I wasn't sure if I ever would be. But I had noticed a significant difference the second time that Stacy had fucked my ass and it was obvious that she had been right. Those sessions did help. I opened my mother's drawer and carefully removed the dildo and the KY, being careful to note their positions in the drawer. I noticed that the dildo was clean this time. I wondered how often my mother used these things. It seemed like she must be using them every night. I smiled and thought that it was too bad she couldn't get into our little child molesting club. She might get a lot of relief. I took the dildo to my bed and got comfortable. I greased it up and then struggled to find a comfortable position that permitted me a good angle of attack. It was harder than I anticipated. I didn't use my fingers first the way Stacy had when she used it on me. I forced myself to relax and began to gently work the head of the dildo into my ass. I'm not sure if it was because I was doing it myself or just that I was getting better at this, but it entered me with surprisingly little effort. I gave myself a moment to adjust to the full, stretched feeling and then started slowly working it inside of me a little more with each gently push. There was no pain! I was excited. It was a little uncomfortable. But I was starting to think that I was going to be able to handle it when someone finally fucked my ass for the first time. I slowly slid the dildo in and out and remembering the last time with Stacy I began to rub my pussy with my free hand. It wasn't as nice as when Stacy had been doing it but I would have to remember to do this for myself when the time finally came. I practiced with the dildo for close to five minutes but I wasn't going to reach orgasm this way. Not without help. I left the dildo inside my ass and straightened my legs out and tried to relax and just get used to that full feeling. I stared at the ceiling and wondered once more what my punishment would be. I tried to disregard Brian's threats about the dog. I hoped that he was just trying to scare me. If that was his intent it had worked. But then I thought about the changes in Sharon lately. Maybe she had been forced to do it with a dog! I shuddered in revulsion. I knew I couldn't handle that. Not with an animal, especially not a dog. I had never had a pet and I was afraid of dogs. I thought I had stretched myself out enough and I pulled the dildo out. I didn't feel that urgent need to rush to the bathroom this time. I got up and washed it off and cleaned myself up. I carefully replaced my mother's toy and the lubricant and got dressed. By then it was nearly six in the evening and I had a light supper. It was so nice to eat something that wasn't tuna or peanut butter! It wasn't a feast to most people, but some lean roast beef and fresh Swiss cheese was a big step up for me. After dinner my phone rang. It was Stacy. She asked if I was in the mood for company and I replied, "YES!! Come on over. I always want you to come over." Stacy was there in less than fifteen minutes. We split the last coke and I told her everything that had happened to me this afternoon. I also told her about Stan and the phone call. That made her nervous and she warned me not to let Mr. Todd find out about it. He wouldn't like it if I was freelancing on the side, especially with customers he had lined up. I asked her about what Brian had said, about Sharon and the dog. She shrugged noncommittally and said, "I've heard that too. But Sharon won't talk about it. I don't know it for a fact. I think it's true though. That's why I'm so worried about all the stuff you are doing behind his back. He can make your life pretty miserable if you piss him off." I shrugged and said, "I can always tell him to go piss up a rope and just stop going there. He wouldn't dare show those pictures around. He's the one that would go to prison if what we're doing got out, not us. I'm not going to say he doesn't scare me a little. I'm going to keep going back for the money, at least for a while. But I'm not afraid to quit when it gets to be too much. Right now my biggest problem seems to be your asshole brother." She laughed and said, "Yeah, me too." That reminded me. I told her about my practice session with the dildo and that it was getting much easier. I asked her about her friend, the one with the internet access. She said that she had caught him on his way out of town and he wouldn't be back until Thursday. But he said that he would be happy to show us the web site. There would, of course, be a price to pay. He said that he had seen my pictures and he was anxious to meet me. Stacy couldn't stay too late. Tomorrow was a school day and we were both to report to Mr. Todd's house after school. We sat around and talked, no sex this time. We talked about it though. I told her how immature I had thought that Dale was, though he was less than a year younger than me. Stacy laughed and said, "It's a guy thing. According to my mom that never changes. I noticed the same thing with Danny and Kirk. But I have noticed a change lately. I think the things that happen at Mr. Todd's age us a little faster than the other kids. I noticed something else though. The guys all seem to start out pretty normal. But then they start getting like Brian. I'm not sure why. It could be that they see the men treating us girls like pieces of meat and they pick up on it. Or it might be that the things that some of the men do to them make them…I don't know, different." I thought about that. Then I asked, "I don't get it Stacy. I'm probably the least bright kid in our class. I know that I work harder than anyone else in class just to squeak by. I can't be the only one to figure out that Mr. Todd can't do anything with those pictures. He doesn't have any power over us that we don't give him. Why do the guys let them do that shit? And Sharon?! She is still going back there too! I don't understand." Stacy blushed and got a silly look on her face. She said, "I didn't figure that out. I didn't think about him going to jail if those pictures got out. I've been thinking lately that he is going too far and I'd like to quit. But I was afraid. You know, he could give the guys nude pictures of just the person he is pissed at and have the guys circulate those at school. You know damn well that they would spread all over that school in about two hours. Our reputations would be shot without there ever being a picture of Mr. Todd passed around." I nodded and said, "Yeah, but if he did that we wouldn't have any reason not to go to the cops. They'd go busting in to that house and take all his stuff. Once they looked on that computer he'd probably end up being some big guys bitch in prison somewhere." Stacy looked at me and asked, "Are you going to quit?" I responded, "In a few weeks, when my mother starts getting a paycheck from her new job." Stacy grinned and said, "You have a lot of money stashed. Why wait?" I smiled back at her and answered, "Because I'm not through having fun yet. So far there have been a lot more fun things than unpleasant things. Like what we do when we are together. I love that. I loved what happened when Stan was there. I even had a lot of fun with Dale and Kevin. And I only did that because of what happened at Mr. Todd's. To be honest, if it were not for your fucked up brother I might not quit in a few weeks. But I can't take much more of his shit." We talked for a few more minutes and then Stacy had to go. I went to bed early. I was too tired to wait up for my mom to come home. The next day was pretty normal. I was better able to concentrate in class. I guess I was getting used to being a part time whore. Stacy and I headed for Mr. Todd's house as soon as school got out. As we walked she asked me if I was nervous. I was surprised to realize that I wasn't. There were no specific threats hanging over my head and I figured I could handle anything that Mr. Todd could throw at me now, except the dog. And if it started looking like that was what he had in mind then I was out of there." When we got there Mr. Todd let us in and said, "Have a seat. We have to wait for Brian." Brian went to the high school and it took him another ten minutes or so to arrive. When Brian arrived he put his books down and Mr. Todd said, "Give me a hand Brian." They left the room and came back with a heavy, padded bench. Brian picked up the camera and got it up on his shoulder. He turned it on and focused it on me. Mr. Todd went into the back again and came out about five minutes later. He ordered Stacy to undress me again. She moved behind me so that the camera and all of the perverts on the internet could watch her undress me and have a good view of my naked body as she uncovered it. In a few minutes I was naked and Mr. Todd said, "Lay down on the bench on your back, cunt." I gave him a suspicious look and asked what was going to happen. He moved so fast I couldn't believe it. He slapped my face so hard I saw stars. I yelled, "Fuck you! I'm out of here you bastard!" I tried to reach for my clothes but he grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted my arm up behind my back. He held me with only my toes touching the floor and he whispered in my ear, "You stupid cunt. I warned you. You are going to learn your place today." He twisted me around and threw me down on the bench so hard that it knocked the wind out of me. Before I could start to struggle again he had fastened a strap around my neck. He quickly restrained my wrists and my ankles and finished up with a strap around my midsection. I was totally helpless. He placed a jar on a small table near my head. He reached into his pocket and dropped a nickel into it and said, "I'm going to be your first customer, bitch." He moved between my legs and rammed his hard cock into my dry pussy. I screamed in pain and started demanding to be released. He didn't even slow down. While he fucked me he called Stacy over to where he was standing over me fucking my dry pussy. He asked, "Am I going to have a problem with you or do I need to tie your ass up too?" I could see that she was scared and she was crying. She shook her head but she whispered, "Please Mr. Todd. Please don't hurt her." He growled at her, "Strip bitch. Then go stand by the door. Your job is to let everyone in and out." Brian had filmed his sister as she stripped and then as she walked over to take up her position by the door. He turned the camera back on me just in time to catch Mr. Todd speeding up and building towards an orgasm. Before he finished though, the door opened and three men entered. They came over and stood around and watched as Mr. Todd came in me. He pulled out and moved around to my head and forced his slimy cock into my mouth and throat. Then he said to the men, "She's all yours men. Just make sure to put your nickel in the jar before you fuck her. And you can fuck her mouth if you want, but remember the rules. You have to cum in her cunt." I heard clothing rustling and I heard the sound of three coins dropping into the jar by my head. The first of the three men forced his cock into me and they began to discuss my body and my pussy. They talked about what was apparently a large number of pictures of me posted on the internet and the quality of the DVD that they had bought of my first two visits to Mr. Todd's home. One of the men urged him to make a movie with me and a dog, or better yet several dogs. Brian agreed eagerly. Okay, so I was tied up and getting fucked. I still thought it was no big deal. I even got the insult of the nickel a fuck. Very cute. I still didn't have a problem with this. At least it was obvious from the conversation that I wasn't scheduled to co-star with Lassie. It probably wasn't until close to forty minutes later that I started getting concerned. The room had begun to fill up with men of all ages, all descriptions. I was soon getting fucked by my first black customer. I actually kind of liked it. The coin jar was filling up and I assumed that my pussy must be an awful mess by now. But still they kept coming and they kept cumming. I held out for over an hour before I started begging Mr. Todd for a break. He leaned over and whispered, "The only thing that is going to break here today, bitch, is you. By the time you get off that bench, half the men in the county will have fucked your skanky ass. From now on you do what you are fucking told. And you do it for however much money I decide to give you. But just to show you my heart is in the right place, when you leave here this evening I'm going to let you have all the money that you make today. If you want you can take it home and count the nickels and figure out just how many men have fucked you." It had started at three thirty in the afternoon. Men kept coming all afternoon and most of the evening. I saw several men that I recognized and they didn't seem at all concerned that I knew them or that their picture was being broadcast on the internet. I saw one of my teachers. The druggist that had filled my prescription for birth control pills came in. Two of the baggers at the small grocery store we used were there. And I was most shocked when a half a dozen kids from school came in. I gathered that Brian had invited them. After about two hours the pain started to go away. The constant pounding was uncomfortable but my lower body was getting numb. My lips were getting numb too. I ended up sucking every one of those slimy cocks clean. I was surprised that the men coming in later would even want to put their cocks in me. I could feel the cum streaming out of me and running down between my thighs and the crack of my ass. I hoped that he wasn't going to make me clean up the mess that they must be making on the floor. It was nine thirty before he finally called a halt to it. The coin jar was just about full. I cleaned off the last cock and waited for my restraints to be released. It turned out that the fucking was finished. There was still one last degrading act before I could go home. Mr. Todd stuck a pole in the bench near my head and reached underneath the other end under my butt. He pulled out a canister about the size of a milk jug that held about two cups of liquid. I noticed that only the top layer was still cloudy and white. I smelled the strong odor of cum when he hung it on the pole near my head. I watched in horror while he attached a clear plastic hose to the bottom of the canister and as he worked he casually said, "You can go home as soon as this is empty Sara. So it's pretty much up to you what time you leave here. It's nine thirty now. Brian tells me that your mother won't be home until after midnight. So take your time. But Stacy is waiting to help you get home so if I were you I'd hurry. She is going to be in a lot of trouble." He stuck the end of the hose into a rubber mouthpiece and forced the mouthpiece into my mouth. I watched him turn a little knob and the disgusting liquid inside began to quickly fill the clear plastic tubing. It wasn't long before my mouth filled up. I resisted swallowing that nasty mess for as long as I could. I gagged a little but he just stood over me and smiled. Brian was on the other side of me getting a close up of my face and I think I heard him gag too. I finally swallowed a mouthful. It was horrible. It was nothing like getting a tablespoon or two from the end of a cock during orgasm. This was a mouthful of cool, stale cum. I felt my stomach rebelling but I forced myself to calm down. I knew that I'd be in trouble if I threw up with that thing in my mouth. I would probably drown. I started forcing the disgusting liquid contents of my mouth down my throat. Every time I swallowed the force of gravity caused my mouth to fill again. I tried to force myself to just drink it down but I couldn't. My stomach wouldn't permit it. I had to force myself to keep it down after every swallow. A large number of the men had stayed on to watch the grand finale and they were making disgusting comments from off camera as I struggled to swallow their cum. It took me more than half an hour to finally get it all down. When I was finally sucking air through the tube Brian turned the camera off and put it down. He stretched and moaned as if he had been the one being gang raped all afternoon and evening. Then he leaned over me and said, "God! You stink bitch! Did you learn anything?" Thankfully the mouthpiece was still in my mouth and I couldn't respond. He finally unfastened all of the straps holding me in place and it took him and Mr. Todd both to help me up. I was stiff and sore and on the verge of being violently ill. Mr. Todd tossed me my clothes and Stacy came over and got dressed too. The men were leaving a few at a time but a large number of them were sitting around drinking beer with Mr. Todd when Stacy and I left. The numbness that I had been so grateful for was evaporating. It was being replaced by terrible pain. My stomach and my pubic bone felt like they had been hammered. My pussy felt like it had been reamed out with a wire brush. If Stacy had not been there for me to lean on then I don't think that I could have made it home. We didn't say a word until we got to my house. When we got to my door I said, "I'm sorry Stacy. You are really going to catch hell." She gave me a wry grin and said, "I had plenty of time to come up with a lame excuse. Come on, I'll help you get cleaned up and get to bed." I squeezed her hand and said, "No, you go home. You are late enough already. I can make it from here. Thanks Stace. I couldn't have made it without you. See you in the morning." She asked, "Are you sure?" I nodded and she reluctantly left me at my door. As she started to leave I said, "Stace, would you do me a favor? Would you tell your brother that if he steps foot on my porch again I'm going to shoot him in the balls? And if any nude pictures of me turn up anywhere I'm going to the cops." She looked scared, but she nodded and left. I went inside, took some Tylenol and then limped to my bedroom. I undressed, threw my underwear away, and went to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet for a long time. Cum was still draining out of me! I stood up to take a shower and finally my stomach rebelled. I turned around and dropped to my knees and the contents of my stomach came up. I will spare you the details. When my stomach was empty I went to the sink and brushed my teeth over and over until the terrible taste in my mouth was gone. Then I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it and took a shower. I stayed under the water until it got cold. As I dried off I realized that between walking it off on the walk home and soothing my sore muscles in the hot shower I wasn't in such bad shape. I was sore. But it was mostly from the constant friction on my thighs and my pussy. I looked between my legs with a hand mirror and I was red and swollen but apparently undamaged. I took more Tylenol to replace the ones I had just flushed down the toilet. Then I sat at the kitchen table and tried to do some of my homework. It was almost eleven but there were some things that had to be turned in tomorrow. I was sore but I had not missed a day of school this year and I wasn't going to start now. I noticed the jar of nickels stuck in my book bag when I pulled my books out. I sat it on the table and stared at it. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to know how many men had fucked me tonight. But after setting the jar aside and trying to concentrate on my homework I realized that I wasn't going to be able to get it out of my mind until I counted those damned nickels. Fifty-four! It had seemed like more than that. It had seemed like a lot more than that. Two dollars and seventy cents. Oh well, at least he let me keep all the money I made. I had just started working on my algebra when the cell phone rang. I dug it out of the pocket in my book bag and answered it. It was Mr. Todd. In his typical arrogant voice he said, "Brian just called to give me your message. Do you really want me to ruin your life bitch? I want you over here tomorrow, as soon as school lets out." I didn't feel the least bit intimidated by this asshole. I responded, "If you contact me again, if anyone of your friends or acquaintances attempts to intimidate me, and if my pictures are not removed from your web site, I am not the one that will spend decades as some big dude's bitch in prison. If you leave me alone, I will leave you alone. We are done. I would have kept coming back you jerk. I was actually having fun. You blew it tonight." He was silent for a moment. Then he hung up without saying another word. Just to be on the safe side I went to my mother's room and dug out the little revolver that she kept hidden there. I kept it near me all night. I couldn't take it to school. But I wasn't worried about anything happening out in public. On the way to school the next morning I felt much better. Well, I didn't hurt anywhere. I felt like there was a void in my life for some reason. I realized that I was going to miss the excitement of being a sex slave. It really had been exciting. If he had just not gone overboard! As we started walking to school Stacy said, "I quit too. I told Brian that if he came into my room again I was going to tell our parents everything. He looked pissed but he just shrugged and walked away. Could it really be that easy?" "Maybe," I answered. "I'm going to be watching my ass for a while. I don't feel like I owe Mr. Todd anything. He made a lot of money off of us. I'm more worried about Brian and his friends. I wasn't kidding about shooting his balls off. I am keeping my mother's pistol handy." I saw both Dale and Kevin during the school day and they managed to act friendly without being too obvious. I wondered how hard it would be to train them. I might have to resort to them now that I had told Mr. Todd where to go. On the way home from school we heard someone calling our names. We turned to find Didi and Tawney hurrying to catch up. They wanted to know if we were on our way to Mr. Todd's house. He had called both of them this morning and ordered them to come to his house after school. All three boys were supposed to be there too. They hadn't seen Sharon and didn't know about her. Stacy told them what had happened and that we had quit. Didi exclaimed, "What do you mean you quit?! He let you quit?!" I couldn't believe that I would have to explain to all these kids that he didn't have the power over them that they seemed to think he did. I thought I was the dumb one! I told them that he was the one who would be in trouble if those pictures got out and that he had no hold over them. Didi and Tawney looked at each other funny for a minute and then Didi said, "But I like going there! I like the money too!" Tawney grinned and said, "Me too." I shrugged and said, "That's cool. As long as you are going because you want to, go for it!" Tawney said, "It won't be as much fun now that I know I don't have to. But I'm still going." Stacy and I looked at each other and laughed. But actually, I understood. It was kind of exciting. If he hadn't gone overboard last night I would still be going. I had found the experience to be exciting too. I was going to kind of miss it. But I didn't think I'd have too much trouble finding someone else to have sex with. Like Stan. He was coming tonight. And now I didn't have to worry about Mr. Todd finding out. We parted company with Didi and Tawney at the foot of Mountain Street. Stacy and I went to my house. I had planned on stopping for another carton of coke on the way home but I forgot all about it. Back to drinking water I guess. My cell phone rang shortly after we got to my house. It was Stan. He asked me if I could talk and I asked if he was still coming. He said he would be there at six thirty. I asked him to hold for a second and I covered the mouthpiece. I asked Stacy if she wanted to meet my new boyfriend and maybe have a threesome. She didn't even hesitate. She nodded her head vigorously. I asked Stan if he had seen the pictures of the cute redhead on the website and he said that he had. I asked him if he would like to meet her tonight. In as much as he was a normal, healthy, horny male he said that he would be happy to meet her. We hung up and I got the cold cuts out and Stacy and I had a sandwich and tried to decide if Mr. Todd was going to be a problem. Stan arrived a few minutes early. He parked a half a block away so that no one would see his car in our driveway. I let him in and gave him a big hug as soon as I had closed the door. I introduced him to Stacy and invited him to join us in my bedroom. I guided him to my bed and once he was seated I pulled Stacy over to stand in front of him. I slowly undressed her as he watched. We were standing so close that Stacy's knees were almost touching his. I removed her blouse and her bra and then I got on my knees behind her and removed her skirt and panties while Stan teased her breasts. While I undressed Stacy I told her about what a good kisser Stan was and how wonderful it had felt when he ate my pussy. I think that all three of us were much more relaxed now without the constant distraction of a cameraman moving around us, though to be honest I had to admit that I had enjoyed the idea of being watched by a large number of horny men. The idea of thousands of men out there lusting after me, wanting me, that was hot! In some ways this was a first for me. I was about to have sex with someone who was a good lover and who I wanted to have sex with. And we were doing it in the comfort and privacy of my bedroom. I stood up after I removed the rest of Stacy's clothes and we switched places. She undressed me in front of my new, adult lover. As Stacy bared my body, Stan caressed my exposed flesh lovingly. I was glad that I had asked her to stay. This was fun! When I was naked we stood side by side in front of him and gave him an opportunity to examine us both. Then we pulled him to his feet and Stacy and I worked together to undress him. When he was naked I pushed him back onto my bed and repositioned him so that he was lying on his back with his head on my pillow. I said, "I told Stacy what a good kisser you were. She is going to start with that. I'm going to start down here and we'll meet in the middle." I don't think he realized what I was talking about until I leaned down and took his toes into my mouth and started sucking on them like little cocks. We took our time, lots of kissing and licking, we covered every inch of his firm body before coming together at his cock. Then we worked on his cock with our faces touching, sometimes she was sucking his cock and I was licking his balls. Sometimes I was sucking and she was licking. And sometimes we were both licking his cock at the same time. Stan was breathing hard and swearing under his breath as we drove him crazy with our lips and tongues. We were having almost as much fun driving him crazy. Just before he came I took his cock into my throat a few times and then I pulled back and just held the head of his cock between my lips while Stacy finished him off with her hand. I waited until my mouth was full and finally sated he had collapsed on my bed. I got up on my knees and took Stacy in my arms and we kissed, sharing the large deposit of cum in my mouth while Stan stared in awe. After we finally swallowed his cum he stood up and arranged us on our backs, side by side on my bed with our legs hanging off of the side. Stacy and I held hands and then turned our heads and started kissing passionately while Stan started moving back and forth between us, eating our pussies until we both came several times. He had finally had all of the foreplay he could stand and exclaimed, "I can't take this anymore! I have to fuck one of you!" I smiled down at him and suggested, "Why don't you fuck both of us?" We got up on our hands and knees with our knees planted on the edge of my mattress. Our hips were touching and our pussies were exposed and available. He grinned and said, "I have never seen a more beautiful sight in my life!" He started with Stacy and then moved back and forth between us, fucking each of us for a couple of minutes before switching. He managed to last a long time but although I found this very exciting I couldn't cum this way. I smiled when I heard him cry out, "Oh god no! Not yet!" But he couldn't hold it any longer and he came with his cock buried deep in my best friend's pussy. I got up and went to my knees beside Stan and caressed his tight little butt and kissed his hip until he finally pulled his cock out of Stacy. Then I turned him and took his cock into my mouth and sucked him clean. He groaned as I sucked him gently and then he smiled down at me and said, "You girls are going to kill me! I love it!" Stacy had dropped down and rolled over on her back and was watching me suck Stan's cock. When I finished she smiled and said, "If you want to get up here and put your nasty old cunt in my face I'll let you lick my pussy clean too." I giggled and said, "You are so good to me, Stace!" I climbed back up on the bed and straddled her head and began to lick and suck on her messy pussy. And I loved it as much as she did. While we did that, Stan sat down beside us and explored both of our sweaty bodies, doing his part to drive us both to a couple more nice orgasms. When it was finally over we lay on the bed and relaxed for a while with Stan between us. There was a lot of nice touching but all three of us were sated. We talked a little, about the website and about Mr. Todd. We also talked about doing this again. I pointed out that my mother's hours were going to change soon and I didn't know how much longer we could meet like this. Stan said, "That shouldn't be a problem. I could come on a Saturday or Sunday and get a room in a motel nearby. We could spend the day together, if you want to that is." Stacy and I smiled at each other and I said, "We'd love to." Stan finally got dressed and prepared to drive back across the state to his home. Stacy and I stayed naked. We were going to have to take a shower before she went home. He sighed and said, "I wish I could stay for that. But it's a long drive and I have to work tomorrow." Then he did something we didn't expect. He pulled out his wallet and gave us each five hundred dollars. I stood up on my toes and kissed him and then I tried to give him back the money. I said, "That's sweet of you Stan. But we didn't do this for the money. We didn't expect you to pay us. We had fun too." He smiled and said, "Don't think of it as taking money for sex. Think of it as getting a present from a lousy shopper. I had a great time and it was worth every penny of that to me." He looked around at my crummy old house and said, "And you aren't going to try to tell me you couldn't use the money are you?" He bent down and kissed me and then Stacy and said, "I am half owner of a very successful business sweetheart. I can afford it and it pleases me to give it to you. It pleases me even more that you tried to give it back. You are a couple of very nice young ladies and I hope we can keep meeting for a long time. Now take the money and buy yourselves something nice." Stan left and Stacy looked at the five one hundred dollar bills in her hand in amazement. She was ecstatic. But I had now accumulated close to twenty- five hundred dollars and I was getting concerned about it. I couldn't give it to my mother. I couldn't spend it on any of the things that I really wanted. If he was going to keep paying me every time he came to town it was going to be a problem. It was getting late and Stacy had to go home. But we had to take a quick shower first. Usually taking a shower with Stacy was a lot of fun but we didn't have time to play. We made it quick and she went home. I almost forgot to do my homework. Thankfully it was a light day. I hurried through it, doing the bare minimum. Then I went to bed. I was almost asleep when I remembered that I had left five hundred dollars lying on the kitchen table. I brought it in and put it with the rest of my stash and then minutes later I was asleep. I had a bowl of cereal for breakfast in the morning and then I waited outside for Stacy. We made it through another day of school, easier for her than me. Then we headed home as usual. We were about half way home, far enough away from the school that the crowd had thinned out. We were talking like a couple of teenage girls and not paying any attention to the world around us when an old van pulled up to the curb just in front of us. We hardly noticed. Not until the side door slid open and four large high school aged boys jumped out. They grabbed us and pulled us into the van before we even had time to scream. Once in the van they tied our wrists together behind our backs and stuffed rags in our mouths. The floor in the back of the van was covered with a dirty old mattress and crowded with eight large boys. There were two more in the front, the driver and Brian sitting in the passenger seat and grinning like an evil comic book villain. Stacy and I stopped struggling as the van pulled away from the curb. Brian said, "Mr. Todd doesn't like to be fucked with bitch. You and my darling sister are going to spend the evening being shown the error of your ways. If this doesn't work we'll do it again tomorrow evening. We don't mind. It's important to us that you learn how to behave properly. It's for your own good." While Brian was taunting us Stacy and I were pulled down into the laps of two of the boys in the back and mauled roughly as the truck hurried out of town. We had both been on the receiving end of a lot of rough treatment lately and we were more concerned by the direction of the van than the boys that were molesting us through our clothing. I kept glancing out the windshield, there were no side windows. We were driving through an area of farmland with only a rare farmhouse or barn. I was totally unfamiliar with this area and the fact that there were so few other people around made me more nervous than the boy with his hands roughly groping my pussy at the moment or the vicious comments and threats of the other boys in the truck. The van finally turned off of the narrow country road and drove down a long, tree lined dirt track. It wasn't a dirt road. Not even a driveway really. It was just a couple of ruts leading off through the fields. We went up over a hill and down the other side and in the small hidden valley there was a large, run down, but apparently still usable barn. We pulled up in front of the barn and the driver shut the van off. One of the boys slid the door open and as they piled out and pulled us out after them I saw a couple dozen more boys coming out of the barn door with excited looks on their faces. There were more than a dozen cars parked haphazardly all over the place. We were dragged inside and the boys surrounded us. Brian stepped forward and said, "Ladies, meet the majority of the boys from the Senior Class at Springfield High. They jumped at the chance to fuck a couple of sluts from the town whose football team beat theirs in the playoffs last year. They saw some of your pictures and they are all looking forward to getting to know you a lot better." He turned to the boys then and said, "Remember guys, don't tear their clothes, don't fuck up their faces, and no blood. Other than that you can do any damned thing you want to the dumb cunts." Our hands were untied and the gags removed. Stacy started begging as soon as the gag was removed. I saw how much they enjoyed it, so I didn't bother. There was a loud, excited chorus of, "Strip the bitches!" and, "Skin, skin, skin! Let's see some skin!" I didn't struggle when they began to roughly remove my clothes either. What was the point? There were about two dozen large, horny boys surrounding us. We weren't going anywhere, not for a while. It didn't take them a whole minute to strip us both completely. I'm not even sure how many boys took my clothes off. I had the impression that for every boy taking off an article of clothing there were two more just reaching in and groping me roughly. Stacy was swearing at them and struggling still. Finally I yelled over at her, "STACY! Stop it! All you're doing is turning the bastards on! You can't win here. Stop fighting them. They'll just hurt you." She looked at me with a blank look at first. Then it seemed like what I said started to sink in. I saw her stop fighting and the panicky look on her face was replaced with resignation. It was going to happen. Let's just get it over with. Once we were naked they pushed us around the circle for a few minutes, giving everyone a chance to grope us. Most of them went out of their way to make it hurt. They squeezed our breasts and pinched and pulled our nipples. One particularly large boy seemed to be trying to pick us up off the ground by our nipples! Once we had both been around the large circle someone yelled, "Let's get this show on the road! I'm fucking horny!" There was crude laughter and a few more snide remarks. We were both forced down to our hands and knees in the thin layer of soft hay that covered the dirt floor and after a moment of jostling to see who would go first we both had boys fucking our pussies from behind and two more forcing their cocks into our mouths. I heard Brian call out, "Remember guys, they both take it down the throat and up the ass too. Suddenly I was grateful for the practice that Stacy had insisted that I get with my mother's dildo. I was worried about doing that without any lubricant though. Most of the boys came very quickly, the first time. A few must have been nervous about performing before a large audience and they lasted much longer. But most of them finished quickly. I should have known better than to get my hopes up though. There was still plenty of time and they were all more than ready for seconds. After every two or three rapes they would push either me or Stacy over onto our back and carry the other over and put us into a sixty-nine position. We were forced to clean each other up, but not allowed to do it long enough to make it pleasant. Once we were clean enough to fuck they separated us and put us back on our hands and knees and the rapes began again. The second round took a lot longer. I was surprised at how few of them raped my ass. I heard Stacy cry out a few times and assumed she was receiving the same treatment. They were more painful than the regular rapes but I only remember three of them raping my ass. The first one was vicious, with only the cum in my pussy for lubricant and no warm up at all. But by then I was pretty much in a fog anyway. I hurt all over from the pinching, squeezing, grasping hands and the pounding cocks, and the constant pulling of my hair. Sometimes I thought that the hair pulling was the worst part. I was getting one hell of a headache. Once everyone had gone around a second time they started just messing around. They tried to see how many cocks they could cram into us at one time and they were taking lots of pictures with their cell phones. At this point I wasn't that concerned with the pictures. These guys didn't even live in our town. At one point I had a cock in my pussy, a cock in my ass, a cock in each hand and two in my mouth. They fucked me like that for a few minutes but they couldn't cum anymore. Or at least they couldn't cum like that. A couple of guys went around for thirds and then they just made us pose for pictures for a while. Mostly we just posed together but sometimes one or two of the guys would step in so that he could get a picture of us sucking his cock and balls at the same time, or with one of us sucking his cock and one of us eating his ass. They finally got dressed and started leaving a few at a time. We were pushed back into the rear of the van. We rode back to town with boys fucking us or getting sucked off. I don't think anyone had an orgasm though. They stopped up the street from my house and Brian ordered us to get dressed. While we were dressing he ordered us to go to Mr. Todd's house right after school tomorrow or we would do this again. He told his sister to get out with me and take a shower at my house before going home. I let Stacy out first and then I got out slowly. I turned to face Brian once I was out of the van and in a calm, quiet voice I said, "Brian, starting tomorrow I'll be carrying my mother's pistol in my purse. If you or any of your friends get within fifty feet of me I'm going to start shooting. Look in my eyes Brian. I'm dead serious." Brian turned bright red with anger and started to get out of the van. As soon as his head was clear of the door I swung my book bag and hit him right in the nose. He fell to the ground by the curb and I kicked him in the side of the head. Then I took off before his friends could pile out of the van. Stacy and I ran to my house and locked the door. I dug into the bag and pulled out the cell phone that Mr. Todd had given me. I called him and said, "Your toady has a broken nose Todd. I'll be looking for him next time. If he or anyone else that smells like you comes near me I'll be carrying my mother's pistol and I'd rather use it and explain to the cops why I shot the bastard than have another party in that fucking barn. If you want all the shit you are doing to come out then you just send someone else after me or Stacy. Oh, and if someone starts shooting at your house at night that will probably be me too." He started to swear and threaten me but I hung up on him and he didn't call back. Stacy was scared but I didn't give a damn. I told her that I would take care of her, and I would too. I got my mother's snub nose 22 pistol out and made sure that it was loaded. For the next month I carried it everywhere I went. After our shower I held Stacy for a while. She was scared. She wasn't just scared of going back to Mr. Todd's. She was afraid of going home. She didn't know what Brian was going to do. I thought that I might be able to do something about that. We got dressed and I walked her home. Her folks were a little upset because it was so late. But they weren't as upset as they would have been if it was Brian because Stacy was always the perfect angel. Besides, apparently a gang of kids had ganged up on Brian and kicked the shit out of him. They were really concerned. I went back to her room with her and while she was in her room I went to Brian's room. He had an icepack on his face. When I opened his door he saw me and jumped up. I couldn't tell if he was going to hide or attack me. I made up his mind for him when I pulled the pistol out of my pocket. His face turned white and he put his hands up as if to say that he wasn't going to do anything. I stepped into his room and said, "The first thing that I am going to ask Stacy every morning is whether or not you were fucking with her. If you so much as look at her funny I'm going to put a bullet in your balls. And you know what you son of a bitch? Once everything comes out I'm willing to bet that I'll get away with it. What do you think?" He hissed, "You crazy bitch! I ain't gonna touch her again! And I already told Todd that I didn't want anything to do with your crazy ass!" He kept his word. By the time my mother and I moved to a better neighborhood two months later Stacy was back to her old self. I continued to carry the gun until the end of the school year, just in case. But we never had another problem with Todd or any of his toadys. Not long after I moved out of the area, Stacy's father got his disability approved. He got a big chunk of back pay and a small but steady income. Stacy and I worked together to steer them into a house not far from my new house. Stacy and I both have computers now and my grades have improved. I knew that a computer was a big help but not just because it is a good tool for research. My papers started getting better grades and I know that it was just because they were printed on my printer instead of handwritten. Don't misunderstand. My IQ didn't go up. Teachers just like neat. My biggest problem now is that I still don't know what to do with that money I have stashed. And the amount keeps growing. Stan comes to visit about once every two weeks. Sometimes Stacy joins us and he gives us five hundred apiece. Sometimes it is just me and I get the whole thousand. I've got over six thousand now. I guess I should open a savings account. The End To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you. Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 57