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 Chapter 5

   Olivia woke up, a young woman on a mission.  She would try and turn her
best friend today, get her cherry popped and see if she could create her
very own partner in crime.  Shoving the covers down and pulling her bottoms
down immediately after, Olivia hunched over to look at her pussy.  She'd
been feeding her pussy cock for three straight days and wondered if it
looked the same after all the use she'd put it through.

   Staring down, it looked the same, the same little tuft of blonde hair at
the top, light blonde peach fuzz lined her labia majora, her labia minora
looked pretty much the same too, that is if you ignored the crusty dried
semen glued all around the area.  What is it about you that drives men
wild? I know what you do for me and it's out of this world.  Prepare to get
really busy my sweet little pussy.  Olivia pulled up her bottoms and went
to retrieve her birth control pill for the day.

   She was exceptionally happy this morning as she dry-swallowed her pill.
"Thank you for doing whatever it is you do down there!" she giggled as the
small pink pill made its way down her esophagus.  Knowing that she couldn't
get pregnant was like the weight of the world lifting off her shoulders. 
It was like having an unlimited number of hall passes, she could go
anywhere she wanted, and do anything she wanted, all without guilt or
responsibility because she was protected by a little tiny pill she took
every morning.

   In her dream, she hadn't taken any precautions, but that was the
difference between dreams and the real world she figured.  In dreams there
are no risks to your actions, everything always goes the way you want, well
except for the nightmares, but her dream hadn't been a nightmare, had it? I
guess there was some bad mixed in with the good, after all Reed and Alfred
had been awfully pushy, and they didn't share much of the cash she'd made
for them.  Carl is giving me half from our clients, and all of it from his
friends!  That's so much better than in my dream.

   Olivia reflected back on her dream and the extensive list of things she
did in it.  Was it one really long dream or was it broken up into many
smaller dreams?  She didn't exactly know, it seemed like it was one long
seamless memory that had a beginning and an end, and no breaks in between.
There were so many things she'd done in it, and what she'd done in her
dream was eerily coming true in reality.  Different, but essentially the
same.  What things in real life would continue to parallel her dreams she
wondered?  There were so many things she had to think about and whether not
she'd do them.

   The thought that popped into her head when she was checking out her
pussy, was what she'd done to it in her dream.  Her kitty was just like it
was before the crash, untouched.  In her dream she'd kept it shaved and had
it pierced.  Was that something to try getting done?  If I get my clit
pierced, I gotta get my nipples done too.  I bet Carl would know somebody
who could do it!  I bet Carl would know somebody who could give me a tattoo
also!  That would be so cool, getting a tattoo!  What would I get?  Oh man,
a tat would be so awesomely sexy!

   Olivia's mind was going wild with all the possibilities.  Did she really
want to recreate all those memories?  There were some pretty wild things
she`d done including fucking her neighbor Steve and all his friends, plus
his dad Reed.  That reminded her of some of the crazy things Reed had done
to her including shoving stuff up into her uterus.  I definitely don't want
to do that, although the orgasms it gave me in my dream were unbelievable.
If such a thing could even happen?  There were also some very degrading
things she'd done as well.  Am I up to doing those as well?  The Golden
Shower, having somebody pee down her throat?  Well close, Ed peed into my
butt.  Close enough, cross that one off the list.  Fucking homeless guys?
Maybe.  Working in a strip bar?  Sounds pretty cool.  I wonder if Carl
knows any way for that to happen?

   Thoughts of the last remnants of her dream came to mind, Steve was
taking her into the country to have sex with animals.  It was a sick
thought and one that she felt she should be repulsed by, and thankfully she
still was.  For as open minded as her new outlook was, animal sex was
something that she couldn't imagine doing, although her memories of the
orgasms she'd had on the floor at Jake Lawson's house were pretty powerful.

   Olivia's thoughts lingered on her list of accomplishments from her
dream. Which ones should she try first?  Those thoughts flitted through her
thoughts all morning long as she puttered around looking for stuff to do,
eventually lying out by the pool working on her tan.

   "Hi Liv!"

   Olivia looked up and saw her friend Stacy standing there.  "Hi Stace,
what are you doing here?"

   "Remember, we talked about going shopping today.  You know, to spend
some of your money," she whispered.

   "Oh yeah, I forgot!  Hey, did you bring your suit over?"

   "Yeah, I did."

   "Cool, go get changed and come on out.  We can hang out here and catch
some rays until mom leaves for work," Olivia said.  Watching her friend
turn around and head back inside, Olivia realized she'd been so focused on
recreating her dream that she'd forgotten about her plans to get Stacy
fucked today.  It wasn't really a plan at all, just something she'd
suggested to Carl yesterday on the phone.  How they would do it she had no
idea, Carl was just good at making things happen.

   Time passed slowly as Olivia basked in the summer sun.  Her body was
craving sex again, she was beginning to recognize the feeling, the way it
played with her emotions, the way it affected her mood.  It made her
uneasy, quick tempered, grumpy almost.  Olivia was sure Stacy would notice
and if she had, she'd done a good job of hiding it as they waited for the
moment her mother would leave.

   Two o'clock finally came and went and Olivia practically sprinted for
her phone.  "Hey Carl, I have my friend Stacy over and I was wondering if
you had things set up like we were talking about yesterday?"

   "You talking about getting your friend birth control and getting her
fucked, or are you talking about going shopping?"

   "Both actually," Olivia replied, happy that he'd remembered.

   "Still have the shopping thing taking priority?" Carl asked.

   "Yeah, I think so."

   "You think so?  What, are you getting cold feet over me arranging to get
your friend fucked?"

   "Hell no, I'm hoping that we can turn her into as big of a slut as I
am!"

   "And just how big of a slut are you?"

   "Remember that dream I told you about?"

   "Yeah?"

   "I'm already making plans to recreate it all, care to help?"

   "Fuck yeah.  You tell me what you want and I'll make it happen."

   "Sweet, when can you get here?"

   "Give me fifteen to twenty minutes."

   "Excellent.  I'm tempted to just go straight to your place and get her
popped, but she might freak if I don't stick to the plan she and I came up
with.  I'll do my best to convince her while we're shopping, how much fun
she'll have getting fucked all the time."

   "No problem, whatever you want.  Mi casa, sous casa."

   "Call when you get close.  Bye"

   Stepping through the back door, Olivia called out, "Stace let's get
going, our ride is going to be here soon."

   ************************************

   Climbing into the back seat with her best friend, Olivia Hastings was
feeling her pussy getting wet.  She was delivering her best friend's hymen
to Carl with the intention of obliterating it, and it was making her
hornier than hell.

   "Hiya darling," Carl said as he spied Stacy sitting in his back seat. 
She was adorable with her medium length dark brown hair and eyes to match.
She had cute baby-fat cheeks with a button nose and full lips, the kind
every guy imagines wrapping around his dick.  She didn't appear to share
her friend's physical development, but she still had a pussy, and there are
always guys out there who will pay big bucks to fuck a girl with her
limited development.

   "Hi," Stacy replied sheepishly.  He was a big burly man who looked a
little gruff, and for the life of her, Stacy couldn't imagine how or why
her best friend would ever willingly have sex with the man.  No wonder he
had to rape her the first time!  Stacy settled into the back seat of his
car, the same back seat her best friend had fucked Carl's friend Rick in
the night before.

   "Here darling, I have something for you," he said as he passed back a
brown paper bag.  "A favor for your friend Olivia there."

   "Thanks," Stacy answered tentatively as she opened up the bag and saw a
little blister-pack of pills and a couple of loose condoms.  This was
trouble waiting to happen.  If she started taking the pills, Olivia would
want her to join her in her newfound world of sex.  That's something I'm
just not ready to even consider.  These are for my boobs only.

   "Hey Carl, you got any water so Stacy can take her first pill?" Olivia
piped up from the back seat.

   "Yeah, sure, here you go," he said as he lobbed a bottle of water into
the back seat, drawing shrieks from the two girls.

   "Come on Stace, get those pills out and get started on your road to
infinite possibilities!" Olivia shouted out.

   "Liv, I'm just taking these so I can hopefully get my boobs to start
growing.  I'm not having sex ok?"

   "Sure, whatever girl, just keep an open mind ok?"

   "Liv, I'm serious, don't get any ideas," Stacy said staring Olivia in
the eyes and letting her know she wasn't kidding around.

   "Relax babe, we're going to go shop and spend my money and have a great
time," Olivia said as she leaned back, her mind racing on what Stacy had
just said.  This wasn't going to be easy at all she thought.

   **********************************************

   After being dropped off, the girls went into serious shopping mode and
hit all their favorite stores.  Olivia had five grand in her pocket and
virtually no limits on what they could buy with it.

   "What do you want to buy first Liv?"

   "Sexy underwear and some hot clothes, and you're getting everything I
get and vice versa.  Sound good?"

   "Wow, let's do it!"

   Three hours later and the two shopaholics had blown through a
considerable amount of money before declaring they were exhausted and ready
to go.  "Stace, this was the best day ever.  I've never done this before,
just buying anything I wanted," Olivia declared with a gigantic smile on
her face.  It was her hard-earned money and she'd spent it exactly the way
she wanted to, on her own materialistic needs and on her best friend's too.

   "Liv, I feel so guilty.  You must have spent over a thousand dollars on
me!  I can't thank you enough, for everything," Stacy gushed as the two
trudged along with their trove of fashion treasures.

   "It's nothing Stace.  It was so easy you know, earning all this money.
Spending it was almost as enjoyable as how I earned it!" Olivia replied.

   "Seriously Liv, was it really that fun?  Honestly?"

   "I'm being completely honest Stace, it was for me.  I can't say how you
or anybody else would feel about it, but for me, it rocked.  I'd say you
should try it, but that's just me talking.  I don't want you to think you
need to do it just for me, but I bet we'd make a hell of a tag team!"

   "But what about how they look?  I mean what if you get an ugly one,
like...?" Stacy offered meekly.

   "Are you talking about Carl?" Olivia asked, watching her friend's facial
expression suddenly give away the truth.

   "I don't mean to insult him, it's just that he's..., so..., old.  And
you know..., not what I would you know..., be attracted to," Stacy
concluded.

   "Stace, if there's one thing I've learned, and this sounds so corny, is
not to judge a book by its cover.  Sure he's nothing to look at, and it's
not like I'd be seen in public with him, but what he can do behind closed
doors is really something.  If he was a musician, he'd be like Beethoven
with what he can do."

   "Really?" Stacy said in astonishment.

   "Hell yeah.  For your first time you want somebody who knows their way
around things, not somebody fumbling around who can't even find your
pussy."

   "Liv, keep your voice down!" Stacy whispered back.

   "Sorry, I just wanted to tell you the truth from the way I see it.  Hell
yeah I want to get with cute boys too, but I can't deny how good it's been
with the guys I've been with so far, and none of them except for Justin was
very pretty to look at."

   "Oohhh, Justin.  You didn't tell me about him, at least not very much
anyway.  Did you get his number?" Stacy said with a glint in her eye.

   Olivia noticed the look and the excitement it seemed to bring out in
her, maybe there was hope for her yet.  "Yeah, he's hot.  Maybe twenty-one,
good looking and he's got a hot body too.

   "No shit?" Stacy questioned.  She had a look in her eye that suggested
she was envious, maybe even jealous.

   That's perfect, just what I needed.  Stacy's jealous streak will get her
following me like a puppy dog.  "Yeah, I called him yesterday afternoon
when I went to call in the order for our pizza.  He seems to have a
girlfriend.  At least I assume the girl who called back from his number
screaming at me seemed to be his girlfriend, she made it very clear to stay
away from her man, but that's not going to stop me," Olivia answered as
they made it to the end of the mall corridor.

   "Ooh, your first jealous girlfriend!  You're such a home-wrecker Liv!"
Stacy said with a laugh.

   "Yeah I know, I can't help it if I'm hotter than she is!" she laughed
haughtily.  "Well, what do you think?  Have we done enough damage today?"

   "Yeah, let's go before you buy me anything else and I make me feel
guiltier than I already do."

   "Fine, but promise me you'll keep an open mind about what we talked
about."

   "Liv, I told you, as long as you're safe and happy, I'm cool with it. 
Doesn't mean I'll be following in your footsteps though, ok?"

   "Fair enough, let me call Carl for our ride."

   **************************************************

   Pulling up to the front entrance, Carl spotted his girls.  He'd
recognize those spectacular legs of Olivia's a mile away; standing there in
her denim shorts and white tank top, her lovely boobies projecting out from
her shirt as she waited for him.  What a sweet little body she had and what
a joy she was to fuck, so responsive, so willing, there didn't seem to be
anything she wasn't capable of doing.  The tag-team she did the previous
night with him and his buddy Rick was proof that she was an eager girl. 
The possibilities were endless.  Now if she just had a sister, it would be
twice as much fun and twice as much money!

   He'd never made so much money so fast with virtually no effort.  She
made him five grand while he sat on his couch drinking beer.  Driving a
car-for-hire wasn't something he really looked forward to anymore.  It was
always a nice convenient way for him to earn a living with frequent fringe
benefits, but now that he had this little money-maker dangling in front of
his nose, what the hell did he need to work for anymore?

   Her friend wasn't going to be much use of anything, not from the looks
of her.  No body to speak of, cute and all, but she wouldn't fetch much
from anyone but a pedophile.  At least Olivia had a womanly body, even if
she was underage.  The scary part was how young she must truly be if her
best friend was that undeveloped.  Oh well, the brunette still has a pussy,
maybe she could be of some use after all Carl thought as he pulled up to
the curb.

   "Hiya doll.  Looks like you girls got plenty of shopping done today! 
Get anything interesting?" Carl said as he watched the girls climb into the
back seat.

   "We sure did!  We bought some really sexy clothes and some sexy
underwear too!" Olivia beamed.

   "Sweet.  I'd sure love to see you girls do a fashion show with your new
stuff."

   "We'd love to," Olivia said.

   "Liv!  Stop!  I can't do that!" Stacy protested quietly.

   "Relax Stace, I'm just teasing." Olivia had every intention of strutting
around in her new clothing and if she was to be doing it alone, well that
was alright too.

   Pulling out onto the expressway, Carl steered his old Crown Vic in the
direction of his house, and to the good times he expected to follow.  "You
girls hungry?"

   "Starving," Olivia replied.

   "I'm cooking burgers and dogs at my place if you're interested," Carl
offered.

   "We're in!" Olivia responded.  If this was his plan to get Stacy fucked,
she'd go along with it no questions asked.

   "Olivia, we should get going home though," said Stacy as she poked her
friend to get her attention and shaking her head to suggest that "no" she
didn't want to go to his house.

   "Oh Stacy, it'll be alright.  We'll just have a bite and hang out for a
bit and then we'll head home.  That's okay with you Carl?" asked Olivia.

   "I don't want you feeling uncomfortable.  You don't have to come over if
you don't want to little lady."

   Feeling guilty about being the stick in the mud, Stacy hesitantly said,
"I guess we can come over for a little while." She wasn't comfortable with
the idea of going over the same house that her best friend had been fucked
in, mostly because she was sure Olivia would end up getting fucked again if
they went over there.  And seemingly, Olivia wanted her to get fucked too.
The birth control pill was in her system, but even she was certain that it
wouldn't become fully effective for awhile, like days.  Not that she was
planning on having sex anyways, but there was no harm in knowing you were
protected, like wearing a seat belt when you're just running to the store.

   **********************************

   "Here we are, home sweet home," Carl announced as he pulled in his
driveway.  "Grab your stuff, I wouldn't mind seeing what you bought."

   "Grab your stuff Stace, come on," Olivia said as she climbed out. 
Looking back she saw the doubt in her friend's eyes, and also a hint of
distrust.  "Stace, you have my word, nothing is going to happen, ok?"

   "Fine, but I'm holding you to it," she said, and climbed out to join her
friend and her old...  what?  Boyfriend?  Pimp?  Rapist?

   Carl led the girls through the side door of his small house and into his
kitchen.  "Girls, can I make you a drink?  Something to relax you after a
tough day of shopping?"

   "Sure!  Something yummy please," Olivia answered before striding into
the living room with her bags of goodies in tow.

   "I know just the thing, you'll love it." Carl started pulling bottles of
alcohol out of one of the kitchen cupboards and watched as the girls headed
towards the living room.  Sure that they were no longer watching him, Carl
pulled out a plastic baggy with white powder in it, something that would
add that special touch.

   Stacy followed her friend into the living room.  It was decorated with
old run-down mismatched furniture.  There was a sofa with an afghan thrown
over the cushions, a loveseat, and a recliner and a big screen TV in the
corner.  The coffee table had seen its better days and looked like
something Carl had found in someone's trash.

   "Grab a seat Stace, relax." Olivia flopped down and sighed as she
watched her best friend.  She looked like a lamb being led to the
slaughter, nervous as hell but not sure what she was supposed to be nervous
about.  Grabbing the remote, Olivia turned on the TV and looked for
something that would keep Stacy's attention focused away from the
possibility of losing her virginity.

   In the kitchen, Carl had finished the girls' drinks, adding a dose of
GBH to the brunette's.  It wasn't enough to knock her out, just enough to
take the fight out of her he figured.  In the fanciest glasses he could
find, Carl examined his handiwork and was pleased.  They were Hurricanes, a
very strong but fruity drink, just enough to hide the five shots of alcohol
and the salty flavor of the GHB.

   "Here we are ladies, your beverages," Carl said in his best
impersonation of a fancy waiter, and handed over the beverages, making sure
the brunette got the spiked drink.

   "Thanks Carl," both girls said in unison.  Olivia felt quite comfortable
sitting there accepting the alcoholic beverage, although looking over,
Stacy still looked like the scared lamb, waiting for the slaughter-house
axe to fall.  Taking a small sip from the glass, Olivia savored the sweet
fruit flavored liquor as it swirled around in her mouth, and felt the burn
as she swallowed it down her throat.  "Hmm, that's delicious.  What's it
called?"

   "A Hurricane my dear."

   Stacy took her first sip of the orange colored drink.  It was tasty, but
it burned as she swallowed it down.  It was her first alcoholic drink and
it made her feel very grown up that she was being served one.  "Why's it
called a Hurricane?"

   Because it's going to blow your doors off and knock you on your ass my
sweet!  "I'm not sure, maybe it was invented down in Florida or something?"
Carl suggested.

   "Oh, makes sense," Stacy replied before taking another drink.

   Carl paused a moment before going back to the kitchen to start getting
the burgers ready.  He checked out Olivia's friend and thought she was very
cute, but looked a few years younger than his new blonde whore.  She looked
no more than twelve or thirteen tops and certainly lacked the body
development her of her horny friend.  I'm sure she'd be a tight fuck
though. The brunette didn't have much of a body, but as all females do,
there was a pussy hiding under those short shorts she had on.

   They looked so tasty sitting on his couch like that, two pretty girls
just waiting to get fucked.  One was a dynamo, the new one, who knew? 
She's cute enough, if not too young for my tastes he thought.  But there's
always takers for a young girl like her out there.  Plenty of perverts in
the world who'd want to fuck a young girl like this one he reasoned.

   Returning to the kitchen, Carl pulled out a box of frozen hamburger
patties and grabbed a pack of dogs out of the fridge.  A knock at the door
caught his attention and stopped him in his tracks.  Carl walked to the
door and opened it up to find his neighbor's kid standing there.  "Hey
Nick, perfect timing, the girls already here.  Come on in."

   "Hi Carl.  Hey yeah, I saw the two girls from my living room window. 
They're both really hot, but I like the blonde best!"

   "She's mine, you get the brunette.  But if you play your cards right you
might get both.  Remember what I told you, try and get in brunette's pants,
ok?  The goal is to have you bust her cherry."

   "Seriously?  Gladly!" Nick said as followed Carl into the kitchen.

   "Follow Olivia's lead, she'll work with you in getting the brunette to
loosen up, have fun.  Go join the girls in the living room.  I gotta get
these burgs and dogs on the grill."

   Walking into the living room, Carl announced, "Hey girls, my neighbor's
kid Nick is going to hang out for a while, so while I'm grilling, keep him
company, alright?  Oh, and if you get thirsty before I'm done cooking, the
fridge is stocked and if you aren't thirsty and want something else, you
can play with this," he said as he put his one hitter down along with a
bowl of ground up pot and a lighter.  "I'm sure you can figure it out, just
don't burn the house down."

   Both girls looked up as the lanky teenager walked into the living room
behind him.  He looked a year or two older than both the girls and he had
that cute skater boy appeal.  Nick sat down in the recliner leaving both
girls sitting on the couch to check him out from afar.

   Olivia sipped her drink, it was quite good, refreshing actually.  Adding
to his growing list of accolades, Carl was also an excellent bartender
Olivia noted as she watched Stacy take her third sip.  Her nose wrinkled up
with every sip she took.

   "Relax Stacy, it's just a drink.  You'll get used to the burning soon
enough.  We'll have to get Carl to make us Long Island Iced Tea's when he
gets done cooking.  They're really good too!  Do you need a drink Nick?"
Olivia asked glancing over in his direction.  He was sitting there
nervously watching them.  He kept glancing back and forth between them, but
his eyes lingered on her the most.  It was like he was making up his mind
on something.

   "Yeah, I could use one I think.  Are you girls drinking alcohol?"

   "Yup, why don't you help me in the kitchen?" Olivia asked as she stood
and strutted into the kitchen.

   Stacy was left all by herself on the couch with her jealousy starting to
brew.  The boy was cute and she instantly liked him.  He was by far way
cuter than any boy in her school and of course she saw how he was staring
at Olivia and she felt like he was completely ignoring her.

   Olivia heard Nick's footsteps falling gently behind her and she quickly
turned around and pressed her body up against his.  "Nick, do you like what
you see here?" Olivia asked seductively.

   "Woah..., uh..., yeah, you're pretty hot," he said as he tentatively
slid his hands around her waist, unsure if touching her was out of line or
not.

   "Good, keep that in mind while you're trying to get in my friend's
pants. You get nothing from me until after you fuck my friend, got it?"
Olivia said quietly but forcefully, before pushing the boy away.  Opening
up the fridge, Olivia asked "Wanna a beer?" Her tone had changed back to
her usual happy note, as if her previous directive had never happened.  She
was in serious mode now and was dedicated to getting her best friend
fucked, and from the look she spotted on Stacy's face, she knew this boy
had her interest.

   Nick stood there dumbfounded as the gorgeous blonde with the killer ass
left him standing there holding air.  She'd caught him off-guard, and for a
split second let him think he was going to get some action off of her,
before she abruptly left him standing there by himself.  "Uh, sure, a beer
would be great, thanks." This chick is hot AND devious!  I like her!

   Returning to the living room, Olivia watched Stacy's eyes, she was
casting glances at Nick as he sat down in the recliner again.  She likes
him, good.  This'll be so much easier Olivia thought as she sat down next
to her friend on the couch.

   Stacy watched as Olivia took a healthy drink of her beverage, and Nick
take a swig of his beer.  Feeling the peer pressure, Stacy took another sip
of hers.  The first few sips really burned as they went down, each
additional one seemed to go down easier than the previous one.  The alcohol
seemed to be taking some kind of effect as her head started to feel light
and fluffy.

   With their Hurricanes demolished and the effects of the alcohol starting
to really kick in, and Nick still sitting all by himself, Olivia went to
the fridge and picked out two berry flavored vodka coolers for her and
Stacy and another beer for Nick.

   Knowing she needed to get Nick next to Stacy for anything to happen,
Olivia pointed to the one-hitter on the table and asked, "So, anybody want
to try this?"

   "What is it Liv?" Stacy replied.

   "It's pot," Nick answered as his eyes lit up at the suggestion.

   "Yeah, I had a hit of it the other night and it was really awesome.  It
kinda burns your throat but it really relaxes you and makes you feel good."

   "Really?  Well, uh, yeah, I'll give it a shot," Stacy said with the
beginnings of a slur.

   "You wanna come over here and join us Nick," Olivia asked, gesturing to
the middle cushion on the couch.  That got him moving, finally.  The
prospect of being invited to sit between two cute girls AND smoke pot did
the trick.

   Olivia picked up the one-hitter and although she hadn't seen how Carl
had filled it, she knew which end to smoke from and knew where the pot was
supposed to go, and figured out the rest on her own.

   "Ok, hold it in your lips and inhale when I light the end," Olivia
instructed, offering the first hit to Nick.

   "I know how to do it.  I've done this before," Nick replied as he
inhaled, and then coughed like crazy as the burning smoke sucked down into
his lungs.

   "I think there's still more in there.  Your turn Stace," Olivia said as
she handed the metal tube over to her friend.  Lighting the end, Olivia
watched Stacy inhale the first puff, and wasn't surprised when she went
into a coughing attack.  It was the same reaction she'd had when Carl got
her to smoke it.  "Awesome babe.  Let me refill it and then do it again, ok
Stace?"

   "Ok, but my throat feels really dry," Stacy whined.

   "Drink this she said as she uncapped one of the coolers and watched as
Stacy chugged down a few sips." The Hurricane was going to her head, but
not like it seemed to be affecting Stacy, her eyelids were getting droopy
and she was rubbing her arms up and down like they were itchy or something.
"You ok Stace?"

   "Yeah, I feel much better now actually," Stacy admitted as she reclined
back on the couch, seemingly quite content all of a sudden.

   "Awesome, you look like you're well on your way to finally being
relaxed. Doesn't she Nick?" Olivia asked.

   "Yeah, she does," Nick responded while checking the girl out.  She was
really cute and she was looking up into his eyes.  He could tell she was
into him and between the booze and the pot and the fact that his neighbor
had left the three of them all alone, he felt the nervous excitement of a
kid about to get some action.

   Carl peaked through the curtains as he waited for the charcoal to finish
heating up.  He wasn't in any hurry and was enjoying the show as the girls
and his neighbor passed his one-hitter back and forth over and over again.
"They ought to be really fucked up by now."

   Olivia filled the one-hitter three more times as they passed it around,
each of them enjoying the high quality pot Carl had left for them.  Feeling
the effects of the Hurricane and the coolers, not to mention the pot,
Olivia knew it was time to get things rolling.  "Hey Nick, do you think my
friend is cute?"

   "Yeah, really cute," he answered as he turned towards the brunette
slouched back on the couch next to him.  She was easily cuter than any
girlfriend he'd ever had.  She was no match for the blonde sitting on the
other side of him, but when you're fourteen years old and the prospect of
fucking two hot girls is at hand, you don't ask questions.

   "Hey Stace, do you think Nick is cute?"

   "Yeah, he ishh," Stacy slurred, her eyes looking fairly bloodshot as she
stared up at him.  She was slumped back against the couch as the chemical
cocktail in her body affected her from head to toe.  Her skin was so
sensitive and she couldn't stop rubbing her arms together, the sensations
were addictive as she looked up into the eyes of the cute guy next to her.
Stacy had seen him checking out Olivia and knew he was into her, so now
that he was giving her his undivided attention, she was getting excited.

   "Hey Nick, I dare you to kiss her, and I mean really kiss her, not just
a peck on the lips either."

   "Olivia!" Stacy said, feigning indignity.  She was actually quite happy
her friend had dared him to kiss her although "thinking" right now wasn't
something she was having much success with.  Her head was pretty messed up
but she was feeling everything.  And as Nick leaned in, what she was
feeling were his lips on hers and her tummy did back-flips.

   Olivia watched the two make out for minute and then they stopped.  "That
was pretty hot, why don't you guys do that again, and don't mind me, I'm
enjoying the show.  It's getting me all hot and bothered by the way."

   "Good, that's the way I like ya," Carl answered from the doorway of the
living room.

   "Carl, hey, I'm glad you're here.  I was starting to feel left out,"
Olivia said as she jumped up and waltzed over to give him a big hug.

   Carl couldn't be more pleased with the reaction he was getting from his
new play-toy, whether it was all an act or not made no difference as he
felt her lithe body pressed up against his.  Her hips pressed forward and
pressed up against his soft cock, which wouldn't be soft for long.  He
looked over her shoulder at Nick and Olivia's friend Stacy making out on
the couch, and smiled.  He'll be fucking that eager little whore in no time
with all the shit she's got running around in her bloodstream.

   ***************************************************

   Stacy was experiencing so many new feelings today.  The shopping spree
was the first time she'd ever bought anything of any real value that didn't
involve her mother or father paying for it.  That it was her friend's money
and not her own made her feel a little guilty, but Olivia had insisted. 
Now here she was making out with the cutest boy she'd ever met, and he was
interested in her and not Olivia.  The drink she'd consumed was making
everything seem perfect.  She was feeling the excitement of the moment and
it felt very natural, like she was supposed to be here and doing this with
this cute boy.  Any worries she'd had about what might happen here were
long gone.  This felt good, really good as Nick pressed his body up against
hers and felt his hands roaming up and down her sides.  Her hands were on
auto-pilot as she rubbed her hands down his back, and then down on to his
butt.

   Nick's head was feeling the beer he'd drunk mingled with the pot, and it
was really helping him get into making out with this chick.  He was pretty
sure she was more fucked up than he was and was hoping he'd get to fuck not
just her, but the hot blonde too.  Reaching up under her shirt, Nick snaked
his hand up looking for tit flesh.  He felt her bra and felt the small
mound underneath it.  Bingo!

   Sneaking his fingers under the thin cotton material, Nick finally
reached his goal as he felt the crinkled mass of Stacy's hard nipple under
his fingers.  She moaned into his mouth as he toyed with her hard little
nipple.

   Stacy swooned.  His fingers were dancing over her boob and pinching her
nipple.  She could feel her hips moving involuntarily as she slid
backwards, feeling Nick's body slide down onto hers, his chest crushing up
against her other breast.  Her hands were moving and without even knowing
she was doing it, felt her palm suddenly pressing up against Nick's hard
cock through his shorts.

   Nick knew it as soon as she grabbed onto his dick, that he'd be fucking
this girl in no time.  Especially since she was letting him play with her
tit and from her reactions, was loving the experience.  Pushing her bra up
exposed both boobs for him to play with and he changed from one to the
other as her hard little nubs begged to be played with.

   *************************************************

   Making up two more Hurricanes, Carl felt Olivia's hand trace along the
front of his pants outlining his cock as she stood next to him giggling. 
"You keep doing that and I'm gonna fuck you right here on my kitchen table,
right in front of your friend!"

   "Is that a promise, or a threat?" she said coyly.  The drink he'd made
her plus the pot were doing a nice job on her senses, she felt very relaxed
and rubbing Carl's cock strangely made her feel right at home.

   "How's it going out there?  Are we any closer to getting that girl
fucked?"

   "It's going slow," Olivia replied.

   "Let's move it along.  She's not leaving here today until I get my cock
inside her too," Carl said as he finished making the girls' drinks.

   "You'll rip her apart with that thing of yours.  I'd at least busted
most of my cherry with my hairbrush the night before you fucked me.  Up
until yesterday, Stacy's never even masturbated before, so you'll kill her
if you fuck her."

   "That's what Nick's here for.  He loosens her up and then it's my turn.
She'll be able to handle it, don't worry," Carl stated as he picked up the
drinks and headed into the living room.

   Olivia rounded the corner and wondered why Carl had stopped, peeking
around his girth, she saw Nick and Stacy on the couch getting busy.  The
couple were making out like their lives depended on it and Nick had his
hand up her shirt and was rubbing her little boobs while Stacy had her hand
on Nick's crotch slowly grasping his hard-on through his shorts.

   "I guess dinner and drinks can wait.  Go help her out kid," Carl said as
he nudged Olivia over towards the couple while he set the drinks down on
the table and waited for his sex-toy go to work.

   "Gladly." Olivia slipped over onto the couch and sat down gently next to
the amorous couple.  Carefully unbuttoning Nick's shorts, Olivia was doing
her best not to bump her friend's hand as she made it easy for her friend
to get at his junk.

   Nick felt the couch move and was mildly startled when he felt a hand
working at unbuttoning his shorts.  Briefly glancing sideways, he was happy
to see the blonde girl Olivia trying to open up his shorts.  Shifting
sideways to give her better access, he felt the button pop and was mildly
disappointed when all she did was pull them open.

   Olivia watched as Stacy's hand found its way inside his shorts and onto
his cock on top of his briefs.  One layer of clothing closer to naked she
figured.  Grabbing onto the waistband, Olivia started pulling his shorts
down and sensing the activity, Olivia was pleased to see Stacy's hand grab
on too, and push down.  Nick's smooth cock came into view as both girls
worked at getting his shorts down and Stacy's hand immediately went to his
rod and started rubbing it.  Olivia had no idea of Stacy knew she was
getting help from her best friend in removing Nick's shorts, but down they
came anyway.

   His shorts were down past his hips and that's as far as they were going
with how he was sitting.  Olivia stared at the effort Stacy's untrained
hand was putting forth on Nick's shiny cock.  It looked harder than any
cock she'd seen yet, and definitely the smallest one, but it was very
appealing as it was also the least hairy, pristine almost she thought. 
Olivia resisted the urge to suck on it; that could come later.

   Stacy's turn, Olivia thought as she moved over onto the floor and knelt
in front of her friend wedged into the corner of the couch.  She was
moaning and groaning as Nick rubbed her bare nipples from under her shirt
and obviously very lost in the moment as her hand continued stroking Nick's
hard cock.  Reaching up, Olivia grabbed the button on Stacy's shorts and
undid them and started easing them down her hips.

   Stacy opened her eyes when she felt somebody trying to pull her shorts
off and was surprised to see it was Olivia squatting there.  It took a few
seconds for it to make sense through the chemical haze and even a few more
seconds before she could produce intelligible words, "Olivia, what are you
doing?"

   "Helping you out, now get these off," Olivia ordered as she pulled on
the top of the shorts and watched as her friend actually lifted her hips up
to allow her to pull them down her legs and off.  They came off, underwear
and all leaving Stacy's surprisingly thick bush in plain view.  Olivia
couldn't have been happier when Nick's hand immediately went between
Stacy's legs and dove into her pussy, and Stacy's legs parted to give him
access.

   "That ought to get things progressing a bit quicker," Olivia stated as
she resumed her position next to Carl.

   "I sure hope so, I want to see what that bush looks like wrapped around
my cock," Carl said as he started undoing his jeans.  "Now I think you had
a date with this," he said as his pants hit the floor leaving his cock
pointing outwards.

   "I thought you'd never ask," Olivia replied as she dropped down to her
knees and sucked his cock into her mouth.  Stacy was experiencing feelings
she'd never known were possible.  Nick's inexperienced fingers were pushing
into her pussy and it felt amazing.  It was all happening so fast and she
was letting it and didn't know why.  Her conscience wasn't talking to her,
only her desire was, and her desire told her to keep going, go all the way.
His cock felt so good in her hand.  It was so hard and yet so soft, it was
all so fascinating.  Off in the distance Stacy could hear voices and knew
one of them was Olivia.  Opening her eyes she saw her friend on her knees
sucking on Carl's cock and a thought went through her mind - you can have
the old guy, this guy is mine.

   Olivia sucked Carl to full hardness and knew what she wanted.  Pushing
him back towards the loveseat, Olivia crawled along the carpet on her knees
until she sat him down.  Standing up, Olivia stripped off all her clothes
and climbed up onto his lap and sat down on his lap.  Rubbing her sopping
pussy up and down his shaft until it was well coated, Olivia grabbed onto
his cock and lined the head up with her snatch and squatted down, impaling
her pussy on his cock.  How many times had she done this in the last three
days, or better yet, how many times was this going to happen in the future?
Whatever the answer was, it couldn't be enough with how horny she was
feeling at the moment.

   Nick heard the commotion from behind him and stopped momentarily to see
the beautiful blonde girl perched on top of his neighbor's cock.  She was
riding up and down like her life depended on it as she grabbed at her
breasts and moaned away.  His cock looked huge as it penetrated into her
slim body and it made him wish it was his cock she was riding.  What did
she say?  Fuck my friend and then you can have me?  I better get this done
then!

   Stacy opened her eyes when Nick stopped his fingering and saw Olivia
riding on Carl's lap.  She was fucking him, right there in front of her and
she was going crazy on it!  It was the most amazing spectacle she'd ever
witnessed, and right then she knew that every word Olivia had been saying
was true.  If her friend could have that much fun fucking an old guy like
Carl, what would sex with someone as hot as Nick be like?  Well, the
thoughts weren't that well formed in her extremely muddled mind, but she
understood the feelings they were producing and understood the relevance.
Nick's hand was moving again, and so was his body as Stacy felt him pulling
her down the couch from their partially sitting position into a fully prone
position.  She let him move her around and instinctively she knew why, he
was about to stick his cock into her pussy and she wasn't going to stop
him.

   Nick looked down into the dull-lidded eyes of the cute brunette girl
he'd met less than an hour ago.  Her pussy was soaked and even though it
was the first pussy he'd ever fingered, he knew that the wetness meant she
was ready for him.  After getting her lying full-out next to him, he rolled
over on top of her and felt her hand leave his cock for the first time
since the blonde girl had pulled his shorts down.  He missed her hand on
his cock since it was also the first hand job he'd ever had.  But now that
her hand was gone, he could feel her curly pubes nestled up against the
underside of his cock.  He could also feel the wetness soaked into those
hairs from his fingering.  Not really knowing what to do, he started
thrusting his hips, rubbing his cock through her pubic patch.

   "Lower," Stacy whispered as Nick's cock rubbed up against her clit.  It
felt so good already and he wasn't even close to the target.  Spreading her
legs and giving him better access, Stacy felt Nick settle between her
thighs and felt the tip of his cock slide down her labia towards her
precious opening.

   Nick heard the word and just about lost it.  This girl was telling him
where to find her pussy and practically invited him inside.  His blind cock
was sliding through her very wet folds and the feeling was very intense and
exciting.  He had no idea if he was even close as he continued gently
sliding up and down her pussy lips.  He felt her reach down a grab onto his
cock and guide it lower.  With her aiming for him, he pushed and felt her
lips part and the head of his cock slip between her folds and start sliding
inside.

   **********************

   "Hey babe, check it out, he's going in for the kill," Carl said as he
watched the dark-haired girl guiding Nick's cock into her pussy.

   "Sweet, go Stace, take that cock," she whispered under her breath.  She
was more excited than she ever would have imagined as she realized she was
about to witness the loss of her best friend's virginity.  She felt Carl's
hands pulling her around and realized what he wanted.  Olivia spun around
without ever releasing his cock from her pussy so that she could face away
from him and watch the show while still fucking him at the same time.

   "Stacy could feel the blunt end of his cock pressing into her cunt and
it didn't hurt, at least not yet.  She felt full as her tissues stretched
around his slow progression inwards.  She felt him stop and pull back out.

   "Did that hurt?" Nick asked as he pulled his cock back out of her hot
wet oven.

   "No, not at all.  Keep going," Stacy purred.  She immediately felt him
push back forward again and felt the pressure return as he went in further
than before.  It felt like he was going to hit bottom at any second as his
slow progression continued.

   "I think I'm in all the way, are you ok?" Nick asked as her tight hot
vice surrounded his manhood.  The feeling was more incredible than he
expected and just the thought alone of being inside his first pussy was
enough to make him want to cum.

   "Yeah, I thought it was going to hurt, but it didn't," she whispered
into his ear.  She was more relaxed than she would have expected for having
sex for the first time, well the first time for real anyway, but that was
another story.  "What do we do next?" she asked.

   Looking over at Olivia and Carl's mating, Stacy realized just having his
cock inside wasn't really fucking as Olivia stared back at them.  She was
pumping her hips up and down on Carl's thick cock while rubbing her pussy
at the same time, and appeared to be having the time of her life.

   Nick started slowly sliding his cock in and out of Stacy's hot sleeve
and felt his cum welling up fast.  His first time wasn't going to last long
and he hoped it wasn't going to be his last time fucking this tight little
pussy.

   Stacy was enjoying the feeling of Nick's smooth cock as it slid in and
out.  The feelings were very intense as she looked up into his eyes.  He
was beautiful and he was her first and he was going to be her boyfriend. 
He had a pained look on his face and she felt him quickly pull out of her
pussy.

   "What's wrong?" Stacy managed to eke out.

   "I'm trying not to..., you know, not to..., too fast," said
apologetically.

   "Too what?" Stacy mumbled not understanding.  Her brain was only
operating on pure sensory input and understanding why he was stopping made
absolutely no sense

   "He's going to cum.  Blow him and get him to cum, then he'll be able to
last a lot longer," Carl said watching Nick's reaction, knowing he read the
situation correctly.

   "I never...," Stacy wanted to say, but instead, all that came out was an
unintelligible mumble.  Stacy watched as Carl pushed her best friend off
his lap towards her on the couch.

   "Babe, suck him off and get him hard again so he can fuck her properly,"
Carl said as watched Olivia stumble forward from the force of his shove,
his cock glistening with the girl's pussy juices.  The brunette's eyes were
locked on his erect cock and he loved it.  Yeah baby, take a good look,
this'll be buried in your snatch pretty soon!

   Olivia looked back and saw Carl motioning her to do as he said.  "Ok,"
she answered before crawling over to the couch.  She pulled Nick into a
sitting position between her friend's legs, leaving her friend
spread-eagled on the couch, her pussy open and glistening.  Olivia stared
at her friend's pussy for a few seconds before kneeling down in front of
Nick.  Stacy's pussy was the first pussy other than her own she'd ever seen
up close like that and it fascinated her, whether it was just normal
curiosity or not she couldn't tell, but it held her attention as she went
back to the task at hand and leaned over and took Nick's pussy-coated cock
into her mouth.

   Carl watched the group on the couch and got up to join them.  Kneeling
down next to Olivia, Carl reached out and gently starting rubbing Stacy's
clit, making the young girl immediately try and cover up.  "Relax dear, I'm
not going to hurt you, just relax and enjoy the feelings.  I know you'll
love it," he said as he felt her relax a little and let him go back to
touching her clit.

   Stacy closed her eyes, her first time wasn't turning out the way she was
expecting as she watched her best friend sucking on her new boyfriend's
cock and felt Olivia's old friend rubbing her pussy.  He was pretty good at
it though as his touch was creating feelings in her that she hoped Nick
would be able to produce.

   Olivia knew Nick was going to shoot his stuff fast, when his hips
couldn't stop moving as she sucked on his cock.  Stroking up and down on
his smooth shaft, she tasted the watery precum leaking from the tip and
knew that before the day was over, she'd feel this cock sliding between her
legs and wondered how many others might be in store.

   Nick was almost there as he watched the blonde hotty sucking on his
cock. Her lips felt so soft as they slid up and down the end of his cock,
her fist pumping the base as he felt his orgasm start.  He knew there was
no point in trying to hold back, she was just too hot and just too good at
what she was doing.  Nick groaned as he emptied his balls into her sucking
mouth.  It was easily the best experience of his life, even better than the
hot pussy he'd just pulled out of.  He wanted the experience to go on
forever as he looked down at the angelic face planted on his spurting cock.
What an experience, his first fuck and his first blow job by two different
girls all in a span of like two minutes!  Nick slumped back against the
couch as he felt his cock finally stop spurting.  He watched as the blonde
lifted her mouth of his cock momentarily, and saw her swallow his load down
in one effortless gulp, before she returned her luscious lips back to the
end of his rod.

   Nick knew from his numerous jack-off sessions that he would normally
have begun to soften by now, but the blonde girl was still gently suckling
his cock and kept it hard as it slowly passed the over-sensitive
after-orgasm phase.  Her lips never left the tip of his cock the whole time
as his attention was drawn towards the ever increasing loudness of the
moaning brunette Stacy, next to him.

   Olivia had thoroughly enjoyed sucking off Nick's smooth cock, it was
such a cute size.  It fit so easily in her mouth and his cum had tasted so
light, almost flavorless as it jetted forcefully into her mouth.  What he
lacked in size he made up for with the force of his ejaculate, it
practically shot straight down her throat as the blasts rocketed out.  Only
Stacy's loud moans kept her from climbing up onto the couch and riding his
still-hard cock.  This was Stacy's moment to shine and she was just getting
Nick's first load out so he could fuck Stacy without losing his load
prematurely.  Stacy deserved a good fuck for the first time, not the lame
five or six strokes and done, like it looked like it was going to be.  Carl
should fuck you first, he'd show you how good it can be.

   Looking up from Nick's cock, Olivia saw Carl's fingers toying with her
friend's clitoris and knew that Stacy was going to have her first man-given
orgasm.  Carl knew his way around a pussy, that was for sure.

   Stacy laid there and felt her pussy being manipulated expertly and knew
that if she allowed him to keep going, she'd eventually have an orgasm. 
She felt the blunt intrusion and opened her dreary eyes and saw both of
Carl's hands down by her crotch, as he slid a finger into her pussy.  It
felt marvelous as her swimmy head processed the sensations coming from her
loins, she was new to orgasms, but knew that one was coming.  Such an odd
situation, losing her virginity in the same room as her best friend to a
guy who couldn't really do the job right because he was going to cum too
fast, and then having her first orgasm at the hands of a guy older than her
dad, all the while being so messed up that she really didn't care about how
things were going down.

   Carl was impressed with the young brunette, her pussy was much more
pliable and loose than he expected, easily taking his thick finger in
deeply.  Adding a second finger with relative ease, he figured either she
was lying about being a virgin, or she was much more relaxed than he
thought.  No this wasn't just relaxed, this was a pussy that had seem some
kind of action, he was sure of it.  There was no doubt left in his mind
that she'd be able to handle his cock once the kid was done with her.

   Olivia gently sucked on Nick's cock as she watched Carl slide one, then
two fingers in her friend's furry pussy and jam away with them.  That was
surprising, that he'd be able to slide two of his thick fingers in there
with no problem.  Maybe Stacy wasn't telling the whole story.  It seemed
like Nick had no problem sliding all the way in and there was no fuss from
Stacy when he bottomed out.  Come to think of it, there was no blood on
Nick's cock either.  Stacy's not a virgin?  What's up with that?

   Carl felt Stacy's hot vise clamp down on his fingers as she screamed out
her orgasm.  Carl kept up with the work on her clit as she convulsed around
his digits.  She was a screamer alright.  Good thing to know now, just in
case a situation should arise in the future where quiet sex was required.

   Stacy was lost in the moment as she felt the most spectacular orgasm
wash through her body.  Even though she'd had five of them the day before,
and they'd all been pretty good, the one this guy Carl had given her had
been better than all five of her previous one's combined.  She lay there
while Carl removed his fingers from her swampy pussy and felt a body move
between her legs again.  Looking up through her bleary vision, Stacy saw
Nick propped up above her again, and then felt his cock slide back up into
her pussy.  It all felt so nice, so comforting, so much better than she'd
expected, as she felt his skin tube start sliding inside her again.  "Oh
yeah, fuck me, fuck me B.  Oh yeah, that feels so good," Stacy moaned in
her drunken slur.

   Olivia was on her way into Carl's bedroom with her stud in tow when she
heard the mumbling coming out of Stacy's mouth.  "What did she just say?"
Olivia asked as she stopped in her tracks.

   Carl practically ran the petite girl over from stopping so unexpectedly
in front of him.  Carl was focused on one thing only, getting his ample
cock back into Olivia's sweet little pussy and wasn't really paying
attention.  "What?  I don't know.  Who cares, let's get busy," Carl said
pushing the blonde ahead of him and getting her moving in the right
direction again.

   "I thought she said "fuck me" or something.  Kind of an odd thing to say
during your first time dontcha think?"

   "I hate to be the one to break it to you, but I don't think that's her
first time.  Her pussy felt loose enough to make me think she's had it
before," he said as marched the girl over to his bed and pushed her down.
Climbing onto the bed, he pulled her legs wide apart and looked down at her
glistening pussy.  It was waiting for his cock and he planned on slamming
it in there for as long as he could manage.  The shapeless brunette could
wait, this was worth his full attention.

   Olivia looked up and watched Carl fisting his sizable cock as he stared
down at the junction between her legs.  She could hardly wait for him to
plunder her again.  The warm up on the loveseat was just that, a warm up,
now she really needed it bad.  Olivia felt so horny she could hardly put it
into words as she eagerly waited for Carl to stick his cock inside.  "What
are you waiting for, fuck me already."

   "Oh, I'm planning on it.  I'm just admiring the scenery down there.  You
have such a pretty little pussy.  It's hard to believe it was untouched
just a few days ago.  How many have you fucked so far?" Carl was rubbing
the tip of his cock up and down her slippery folds as he admired the way
her thin pussy lips separated and opened up.  It was still so fresh
looking, so new.  It would change in time, the older she got and the more
cocks stretched the skin around her pussy.  It would look more womanly and
certainly more broken in, but for now it still looked so pristine with the
sparse blonde pubic hair surrounding her labia and the thicker tuft on top.

   "I think eighteen.  That guy from the hotel didn't really count, he only
got in a little before he came.  You, your buddies Sam and Rick, that model
guy Chad, the photographer, the eight guys from the motel, and five from
the truck stop, yeah eighteen."

   "How many do you want to fuck?" he said staring down at the juncture
where his cockhead was slowly parting her lips as it gained entrance into
her pussy.  Carl was in no hurry and slowly slipped the head of his cock in
and out, feeling the glorious heat and friction of her sensuous pussy as he
savored the feeling.

   "At a time like this, every cock in the world, now stop it and fuck me,
you're driving me crazy with the thing you're doing down there!  Stick it
in already," Olivia pleaded, her hands going to her breasts as she
anticipated getting the fucking she so badly wanted.

   "No I'm serious, how many guys do you want to fuck?"

   "I told you, every cock I can get.  I'm so horny right now.  Just do it
already!" Olivia said scrunching her hips down, trying to get his cock
inside her slippery hole.

   "Fine," Carl said as he slammed his hips forward burying his cock all
the way in with one thrust, which drew a gasp and a smile from his little
tart.  The heat was amazing, her pussy was always amazing.  It was only the
fourth or fifth time he'd fucked her, but every time she always felt so hot
and wet, and her reactions to his fucking were so priceless, she truly
lived for his cock, or at least that's how she made him feel.  No wonder
she was making them both some serious cash already, she wasn't just a hole
to stick your cock into like all the other disconnected lifeless whores. 
No Olivia made you feel like she belonged to you, that she was put on this
earth to please just you alone, at least for a little while.  Carl couldn't
speak about the fifteen other guys that had fucked her, but that's how she
made him feel.

   "You're really something, you know that?  I've never seen a girl as
horny as you.  When you say you want to fuck every cock, you really mean it
huh?"

   "Hell yeah.  I wish I could explain why, but I just feel this need, this
urge to get fucked.  And not by just one guy, by every guy.  I know it
sounds weird, I just do.  It's like I want to experience all the things I
did in my dream and in it, I would fuck big groups of guys, usually daily,
and it was what I wanted to do.  So far reality has been better than my
dream," Olivia purred.  Carl was fucking her so nicely, sliding his thick
cock in all the way, bottoming out with every inward thrust, then
withdrawing all the way out and then sliding back in all the way.  It felt
so nice, although if he wanted to slam her hard, that would make it even
better!  Olivia just felt like she needed to get fucked a lot tonight.  The
night at the motel had been fun because of the variety of guys.  So far
Carl had been the only guy to fuck her today and she was craving more for
some unexplainable reason.  An endless stream of cocks seemed like a really
nice wish at the moment.

   "If fucking tons of guys is your goal, I can certainly help you there!"
he grunted while slamming his cock home once more.  "So what else did you
do in your dream that I help you with?"

   "Well...  I was thinking about that today-" Olivia paused in
mid-sentence and thought about the consequences of telling Carl everything
before resuming her thought.  "There's a couple of things that my mind
keeps going back to that aren't just about fucking, starting with getting
my nipples and my clit pierced."

   "Oooh, I like that idea.  I have a friend who does piercing.  Well not
just piercing, he's a tattoo artist mainly, but he also does piercing too!
Say..., we should get you a tat!"

   "The thought did occur to me, but my mother would kill me if she ever
found out." Inside Olivia was getting hotter by the second, just by the
mere mention of getting her parts pierced for real, and the possibility of
getting a tattoo on top of it was almost too much.  She was going to cum,
and not just from the efforts her fingers were having on her breasts, or by
Carl's thick cock feeding her pussy.  Her dreams could all come true and
Carl could make it happen.  She was imagining it all happening and it was
turning her on, beyond what even the hormone pills from her dream could do.

   "Yeah, I can see it now.  We'll have him tattoo "Carl's Cunt" right over
your pussy, "Open for Business" or something really else really skanky.

   "Oh yeah, that sounds so hot.  Only I was thinking maybe "Queen of the
Sluts" right there instead," she purred.  She was getting hotter by the
second and just one cock tonight wasn't going to do, not if Olivia was
going to become the real life Queen of the Sluts.

   "What else?  That isn't much of a list yet," Carl added.  He could feel
her hips start to really push back at his cock, she was really getting into
this discussion about what he could do to her and for her.  She was as
willing as any woman he'd ever met to get downright dirty.  She seemed to
have the makings of the biggest cock-slut any man could ever wish for.

   "I wanna break my record.  I wanna do everything I did I my dream and
more," she groaned as she felt her orgasm approaching.  "I wanna fuck
hundreds, no thousands of guys.  I wanna fuck every cock I can find.  I
want it all, cocks of every age, color, size, shape..., you name it, I want
it.  Starting right now, I want to get fucked silly every day for the rest
of my life.  As many cocks as you can find to stuff in me.  I want them
all! I'm so fucking horny right now, I'd fuck anything, even do what I
wouldn't do in my dream.  I'd even fuck an animal.  Oh my God, here it
comes!  Eeyyeahhh!!!" Olivia screamed as her orgasm blasted through her. 
Her bucking hips sought to stuff every inch of Carl's large cock in as
deeply as possible.  Her legs locked around his sizeable girth as she
fought to grind up against his body as the rush enveloped her.  Reaching
down, Olivia rubbed her clit ferociously in her attempt to heighten and
prolong her orgasm.  Her mind was locked in on the desires she felt and the
desires she longed for, to be become the real life Queen of the Sluts. 
Imagining hundreds of cocks violating her pussy at that very moment made
her orgasm go on and on.  It was her own little slice of heaven and she
made it possible with her vision of her future.  A vision of her impaled on
every cock imaginable, and it felt just right.

   Carl was stunned as he watched the girl going crazy on his cock, and it
wasn't just her proclivity towards sex, it was everything else on top of
it. She'd just admitted she wanted to fuck every cock he could throw her
way, and she truly meant "any" cock, even ones that didn't belong to
humans. "Are you sure about that, or was that just the orgasm talking?" he
asked as her pussy continued to spasm around his cock.  It felt like a hot
velvet glove caressing his manhood, and it was attached to the prettiest
girl he'd ever fucked.  She was writhing around on his cock like it was the
only source of pleasure in the universe, and she was plugged in and
receiving the full dose.

   Olivia heard Carl speaking but she wasn't listening, her thoughts and
feelings were focused on nothing else but the orgasm she still feeling.  It
was dying down and no amount of stroking on her clit and fucking her hips
down onto Carl's cock was going to prolong it any longer.  It was so
amazing that she didn't want it to end, which it quickly was.  The rush was
fading fast and her sexual high was returning to normal.  Her thoughts now
turned to how quickly she could experience another one and with whom she
might experience it.  If Carl could keep her going all night, then he'd be
the one.  If not, then she'd have to find another one, or two, or however
many it would take to sake her lust.

   "I said, are you sure about that baby, you want to fuck every guy you
can and even a few non-human cocks?" It looked like she was finally done
cumming on his cock, her legs finally releasing their death-grip on his
torso, her hands finally becoming still over her clit.  Perhaps now she was
ready to give him an answer to his question.

   "Yeah, I'm sure I'm ready.  I'll fuck any cock you find for me.  Any
cock at all," Olivia panted.  Her orgasm was spent, but thankfully Carl
wasn't as he resumed his thrusting with his hard cock back into her sopping
pussy.  His claim of being able to last for hours was going to be put to
the test.

   **********************************************

   Olivia wasn't sure if had been hours, but it was three orgasms later
when she became aware of someone standing next to the bed.  She was on her
knees with her face buried in Carl's pillow with Carl slamming his cock
home into her pussy from behind, doggy-style.  Her fingers had been busy
rubbing her clit when she heard Nick's voice.

   "Hey Carl, I think that Stacy girl has passed out or something.  Can you
check her and make sure she's alright?" Nick was looking down at the sight
before him, this Olivia had stunning looks and a perfect body.  Why she
would let her fat old neighbor willingly fuck her was beyond his
understanding.  Well besides the fact that he had a huge cock, huge in
comparison to his anyway.  And his huge cock looked even bigger as it
speared into the girl's small body.

   "Sure Nick, I'm sure it's nothing.  Probably just fell asleep is all. 
She's not used to drinking and it probably just knocked her out.  Did you
fuck her good?" Carl said as he slowed his pace.  He could cum now, or
maybe he could stick it in the brunette.  Fuck it, I've already cum in this
babe once already tonight.  I'm gonna bust my way into the other one.  "You
mind taking over for me here Nick?  Olivia wants to fuck you, don'tcha
honey?"

   "Yeah, I'd love to.  Climb on up here and let's get cozy." Olivia felt
Carl pull his cock out of her hole and it suddenly felt very empty and very
lonely.  Nick wasn't going to be able to fill her up the same way Carl
could, but he was really cute and he'd be the first boy almost her own age
she'd ever fucked.  The bed shifted as Carl stepped down and Nick climbed
up to take his place.  She could hear him fisting his cock, trying to get
it hard and Olivia just remained there with her ass high in the air, her
open pussy winking at him, waiting to be filled up.  Here comes number
nineteen!

   Carl stepped into the living room and got his first look at the cute
brunette, she was buck naked and spread eagled on the couch.  The two
Hurricanes he'd made were gone.  Assuming Nick had one, that meant Stacy
had almost a dozen ounces of liquor in her along with a hit of GHB and a
fair amount of pot.  "No wonder she passed out," he mumbled as he knelt
down to make sure she was still breathing.  Her heaving chest was all he
needed to see to convince him she was just fine.

   Her pussy looked very inviting with its juicy secretions coated all
around her mature looking labia.  He was sure most of it was Nick's cum. 
Ah the beauty of youth, you can cum a half-dozen times and still have stuff
left in the tank.

   Carl climbed up onto the couch and settled in between the girl's legs,
her hairy pussy tickling his cock head as he slid up against her wet labia.
Aiming his tool at her opening, Carl pushed forward and found his cock
sliding into her delicious wetness.  She didn't have much up top other than
some tasty looking nipples, and her body didn't have much in terms of
shape, but her pussy hugged his big cock very nicely.  It was hot and very
wet, no doubt full of her neighbor's cum, but Carl didn't care, he didn't
mind sloppy seconds, not when it felt this good.

   As he bottomed out, Carl felt the girl starting to come around, no doubt
because of the large appendage suddenly filling up her narrow cavern.  If
she wasn't a virgin before today, she'd certainly never had one this big he
realized as her taught tissues hugged him tightly.  Moving his legs up into
a kneeling position, Carl sat down and slowly slid his cock in and out of
Stacy's sweet suckling pussy.  Her hips started moving in time with his as
Carl noticed her head slowly move from one side to the other, her eyes
slowly trying to open.  Wanting her to enjoy his thicker cock and
everything he had to offer, Carl started to stroke his fingers through her
pubes, finding her swollen clit in the process and giving it firm but
gentle attention.

   Stacy wasn't aware of much, only a feeling building down in her crotch.
It felt like a dream, and in her dream she was fucking a cute boy, and he
was making her feel really good.  She liked the dream, a lot, and settled
in, prepared to thoroughly enjoy the experience.

   Carl worked her juicy pussy for nearly twenty minutes before he realized
the girl was having an orgasm which would surely bring her around.  He had
a small amount of guilt, fucking a passed-out girl, possibly young enough
to still be in middle school, but she had a pussy that felt oh so good, and
he wasn't about to stop until he'd cum in her, and that was going to be
very soon.

   Stacy thought she was in the middle of a dream, and in it she was
orgasming, but slowly, ever so slowly she realized she was having a real
one, and she was getting fucked.  The feeling was exquisite - to have an
orgasm with her pussy stuffed full of cock felt really good.  It was
something that Nick had failed to be able to do for her, so in her
half-asleep and still messed up condition, Stacy couldn't process the
feeling she was experiencing.  What was Nick doing to her that he couldn't
do before?

   As the sensations continued, the seconds turned into minutes and time
passed as Stacy's muddled thoughts started to focus on the obvious, it
wasn't Nick fucking her.  She'd let Nick stick his cock into her over and
over again and he'd cum in her four times, and she'd felt each and every
one of them.  The jerking feeling was still fresh in her mind, she'd felt
each and every throb of his slim hard cock as he emptied his seed into her
cunt.  The thick organ sliding in and out of her pussy was way too big to
be Nick and truthfully, it felt so much better being stuffed like that. 
The amazing feeling of her orgasm was still fresh in both her mind and her
body, and although it had passed, Stacy still felt the lingering effects
and the calming feeling it left her with.

   Her eyes protested as she tried opening them, they felt so heavy and she
felt so sleepy.  Slowly though they opened and Stacy realized who was
fucking her.  Looking up she saw Carl's sweaty face staring down at her,
his robust torso with its matte of grey chest hair, moving in rhythm with
the feeling down between her legs.  As her gaze settled downwards, Stacy
saw an impossibly large looking cock sawing into her cunt.  How he was able
to fit that in she couldn't understand, but he was and he wasn't stopping
either.

   He was thumb-wrestling her clitoris at the same time, and he was winning
the war.  She could still feel the orgasm he'd given her and his current
manipulation was building towards a second one.  Closing her eyes, Stacy
allowed the feelings to take over.  They were already intense, and the
feeling was growing quickly.  The man that was providing it was disgusting,
but she couldn't ignore the pleasure he provided.  Olivia was right, again,
he is really good at this stuff.  He was skilled and as much as she wanted
him to stop, she couldn't, although that was probably due to how fucked up
in the head she felt.  But there was no denying the abilities of the man.

   She could ignore the situation for now and allow the chemical pollution
in her brain to justify letting the man continue to pleasure her, but this
would be the one and only time she'd allow it.  He'd taken advantage of her
passed-out condition and fucked her, but Stacy was a proud and strong young
woman and she'd never let a man manipulate her like this again.  It was
easy to think such things, but when a thick eight inch cock is sliding into
your pussy and your clitoris is buzzing like wild, the body takes over and
the mind shuts down.  And shutting down was what Stacy was feeling at the
moment, she could make her stand and uncouple from the beastly man after he
gave her another orgasm!

   Carl watched the girl's eyes open for a few moments and stare into his
eyes, before traveling down to where her slim body was impaled onto his
thick cock.  The look from her eyes told him she was defeated, an unwilling
partner, taken, not offered.  What she couldn't hide was the rhythmic
motion her hips were producing.  Her eyes told one story, her body told
another as she fucked her pussy back at his hardened tool.  Her eyes closed
once more and her face scrunched up as he watched the signs of her
impending orgasm.  Her small hands went to her nipples and rubbed up and
down the little fat sacks that would someday be real breasts, her big brown
puffy nipples had crinkled up into hard little pebbles as she aggressively
pinched and pulled at them.  It was a lovely sight, yet another female
completely entranced with his sexual abilities.

   Stacy knew another orgasm was coming, she was still a rookie at sex, but
the familiar feeling was building and she was going to climax soon.  His
thumb was rubbing and rolling over her clitoris giving her sensations she'd
never managed to create on her own, and the friction his cock was providing
was better than anything she'd ever felt before.  Stacy had her own dirty
little secret and she was no stranger to the feeling of having something
between her legs, but this was her first time having real sex and it felt
better than she had ever expected.  The problem, and her sobering mind was
starting to feel it, was the guilt of fucking this old man, despite the way
he was making her feel.  As soon as he gives me this orgasm, it's finished.
No more sex from me.  If Olivia wants to fuck you, that's her business.  I
didn't invite you to have sex with me.  You're kinda raping me, no wait,
you are raping me, but I can't stop, not yet.

   Stacy let her thoughts drift away as she focused on her orgasm and the
end to this experience.  It was by far the most enjoyable thing she'd ever
felt, and the most revolting at the same time.  She should jump up and run
screaming "Rape!  Rape!." But it felt too good to stop him, her arousal
likely would have stopped such a rational thought anyway.  Little moans and
groans escaped her lips as she felt unable to stop the vocalizations that
accompanied her body's enjoyment of the experience.

   She felt him switch up his method on her clit and change the level of
pressure and the way he was rubbing it.  He also pushed her legs up and
changed the angle his cock was stabbing her pussy with.  The change was
immediate as new sparks shot from her pussy and her orgasm lurched forward
from "pending" to "unstoppable" as the rush started and her body reacted.
Her body moved involuntarily as her muscles tensed and her body felt the
waves of intense pleasure radiate out in all directions.  The small groans
she'd been voicing all along were replaced with loud "Oooooh's" and
"Ugghhhh's!" as her body recoiled from the intense pleasure that rocked it
so thoroughly.  "Oh yeah, that feels so good.  Stick me with that cock
Bru-." Stacy stopped short of finishing her sentence as she realized what
she almost said, and brought her orgasm crashing to a halt, her brain
clearing instantly and her senses returning to a razor sharp edge.

   "Stop it!  Stop, right now.  Stop fucking me!" Stacy barked.  Her
previous acquiescence to this unwanted sex ended instantly, she wanted no
more to do with this man or his sexual talents, no matter how well he'd
made her cum.

   "What the hell?" Carl said taken completely by surprise.  One second he
had her tight pussy contracting around his hardened cock, and the next
second she was trying to throw him from between her legs.  "Hold on a
second missy, I'm only seconds away from cumming.  The least you can do is
return the favor and let me cum," he said as he did his best to keep his
thrusting going strong.

   Stacy pushed with her legs trying to gain purchase on his torso and
leverage her body away from his, and dislodge his large cock from her hole.
He was much bigger and immensely stronger and was using his size to stay on
top of her and keep his bloated cock stuffed inside.

   "Look, I don't want it to end like this, just relax a second and let me
finish, I'm almost there, ok?"

   "No, take it out.  I don't want you inside of me anymore.  Please stop
it!" Stacy wailed.  She'd had enough.  She'd had her orgasm and then just
about fucked up huge.  She wanted desperately to get away from this
situation all of a sudden.  Things had gone from really good to really bad,
very quickly.  She'd almost said it, but thankfully caught herself in the
heat of passion and stopped short of giving up her most intimate secret. 
Now getting free of this man and what she thought he might have heard was
of the utmost importance.  "Get off of me, now!"

   "Sorry little lady.  You seemed pretty happy with my cock in you when
you were having your orgasm, now it's my turn, so stop your caterwauling
and let me finish!" Carl roared back.  His thick cock was struggling to
keep embedded in her tight little hairy tunnel.  Her physical exertion was
making her pussy grip his big cock even better and he was just about there,
just a few more minutes and he'd dump his cum into her pussy.  Better yet,
why not give her a special prize for being such a brat!

   Carl pumped a dozen more times into the fighting brunette's tight wet
pussy.  For a girl who didn't have much of a body in terms of muscle or
shape, she was a helluva fighter he thought as he pulled his cock free from
her hairy hole and pushed her legs back parallel with her chest and climbed
up onto the backs of her legs, pinning her down on the couch under his
bulk. Fisting his cock he aimed his fleshy pole towards her head and pumped
vigorously.  Within seconds, jet after jet of milky fluid shot out towards
the young girl, coating her chest and face with his cum.  It wasn't as
pleasurable as what her pussy would have felt like to dump his seed into,
but this was pretty enjoyable too.  Her reaction to getting spermed on was
priceless.  The shocked look on her face when the first salvo hit her in
the eye would forever be etched in his mind.

   Stacy was trapped, he had her pinned down so that she couldn't even get
her arms up to stop him.  His gigantic looking cock was pointing right at
her face when it started spewing out at her.  The first shot hit her right
in the face, coating her eye and dripping down onto her cheek.  After that
she closed her eyes and felt splatter after splatter hit her around the
face and neck before finally realizing there was a dripping feeling on her
chest.  That was when she felt his hands on her.

   "There there baby, don't let this go to waste.  I hear sperm is good for
growing boobies," he said as he rubbed his sticky sperm all over her chest,
coating her barely developed breasts with the coagulating goop.  If she's
going to be a bitch like this, she's going to get treated like one.

   "Stop it!  Stop it!  Get off of me!" Stacy screamed.

   *********************************************

   Olivia was on her back with Nick pounding into her hungry pussy with all
the effort he could muster.  He was lightning quick and lacked style and
purpose as his small hard cock stabbed relentlessly into her womanhood.  It
was hot though, a really good looking guy her own age who was completely
under her spell.  Her young developing body was providing every bit of
pleasure a guy Nick's age could ever hope to have and she was making sure
he enjoyed every moment.  Olivia wasn't as thrilled with the fucking Nick
was doing as much as she was just enjoying the experience, to be with a guy
her own age and feel close to him.  On her list of sexual encounters, it
was second only to fucking Justin at the motel as her hands roamed over his
naked back, feeling his tense muscles as he vigorously thrust into her sex
time after time.  Olivia felt his hot breath on her neck as he buried his
head next to hers, his chest muscles pressed tightly up against her breasts
as their sweaty bodies lay intertwined.

   All the other guys she'd fucked so far were just about the sex, this had
the potential for passion.  That's when they both heard the commotion from
the other room.  Oh well, it was fun while it lasted she thought as she saw
the concern flash across Nick's face as he hoisted himself up onto his
elbows.  He heard the cries also, and climbed up off of her, his hard cock
slipping from her tight snatch, still glistening from her secretions. 
Olivia rolled over and climbed up off the bed to join Nick as they rushed
out of the room to investigate the noise.  Without grabbing even a stitch
of clothing, both kids ran into the living room to witness the fracas.

   Stacy was screaming and Carl was just climbing off of her best friend
when she and Nick both rounded the corner and saw what was going on. 
Stacy's face and chest were painted with cum and she was freaking out.

   "What's going on in here?" Olivia called out as she stopped next to
Nick. Stacy was grabbing for her clothes and desperately trying to wipe the
semen from her eye while she continued to bellow at Carl who stood there
laughing at the excited girl.

   "Beats me.  One minute she's howling through an orgasm and the next,
she's screaming at me to get off her," Carl replied.

   "Beats me?  Are you kidding?  I told you to stop and you wouldn't!"
Stacy yelled.  Finding her t-shirt, Stacy quickly wiped her face with it
before pulling it over her head and covering up her little boobies, then
pulled her shorts onto her lap to cover up her black furry pubic patch.

   "Carl?" Olivia responded, her hands on her hips like she was ready to
scold a child.  A funny posture for a kid ready to take an adult to task.

   "What?  I did pull out of her, I just couldn't stop myself from spunking
on her, that's all," he said between laughs, his full belly shaking and his
cock quickly wilting as he stood there between the three kids.  "Seriously,
she had this huge orgasm and then she said something like "stick me with
that cock you brute", or something like that, then she freaked!  I'm not
kidding.  That's what happened."

   "Yeah, I heard the orgasm, she was definitely having a noisy one," Nick
agreed.  Through all this, Nick had been smart enough to keep his yap shut.
He got sex from two girls in one night and one of them was a major babe. 
This was a memory he'd have for a lifetime and one he planned on telling
over and over again.  He was just glad the brunette with the hairy bush
decided to freak out now, after he'd fucked her three times already.  His
experience with her had been awesome in comparison to how she was reacting
now.  No wonder he thought, if Carl was sticking her with that monster of
his, no wonder she freaked!

   "Stacy, are you okay?" Olivia asked as she went over to sit next to her
friend.  Olivia had expected some kind of reaction to getting her friend
fucked, and this was definitely one of the possible outcomes, but why it
was preceded by a huge orgasm and then the freak-out didn't make any sense.
Putting her arm around her friend, Olivia realized how funny it was that
she was the calm collected one as she sat there naked, while comforting her
half-clothed friend.

   "Yeah, I just want to go home.  Can we go please?" Stacy begged.  She
was half crying and at the same time, still furious.  But she was mostly
mad at herself for letting herself get into this situation.  She'd done
what she swore she would not do, have sex.  Not only did she break that
vow, but she did it with a cute boy which made up for her indiscretion,
kind of.  But then she'd let that pig Carl fuck her pussy and did nothing
to stop him.  It had felt so good, even better than what she and Nick had
shared, but then she slipped up, well..., almost.  It was utterly
humiliating, what she almost admitted to.

   It was the booze that she blamed, her secret that she guarded so
closely, nobody knew about, and she almost let it slip out, twice!  Stacy
knew about her sister and her mother, but they didn't know that she knew
about them.  She experienced it for herself after catching Katy, her big
sister, in the act, and hearing her sister's cries of passion.  Sneaking a
quick peek into her sister's room and seeing the sight before her was
almost as shocking as when she'd caught her mother in the act.  It was a
big house the Bennett's lived in, but some things you can't keep a secret
forever.

   Stacy had decided that if her mother and sister could handle it, so
could she, the problem was getting the house empty long enough to try it.
And she did, five or six times to date, and it was everything she'd
suspected it would be based on what she'd witnessed from the other two
Bennett girls.  But at the same time, she knew it was a secret, and one to
be guarded from everyone, at all cost.

   "Carl, can you take us home please?" Olivia asked.  Her best friend
looked lost as she stared blankly at the TV screen as she sat there naked
from the waist down, clutching her shorts and underwear tightly over her
crotch.  "And give us a little privacy so Stacy can finish getting
dressed," Olivia said with a pleading look on her face.

   "Fine, but I swear, I didn't do anything to cause this..., whatever it
is she's freaked out by," Carl pleaded.  Scooping his clothes up off the
floor, Carl turned to Nick and said, "I think you should be heading home
now Nick, the party is over." The young teen collected his clothes and
followed Carl into the kitchen where they started to dress.

   "What the hell happened to her Carl?" Nick whispered as he pulled up his
pants.

   "Nothing, I swear!  It happened just like I said.  She was having this
huge orgasm, called me something funny and then freaked out." "Yeah, she
did the same to me.  Called me Bee I think."

   "Yeah, I think she called me a brute or something like that.  Whatever,
somebody's been a brute with her, and whoever it is, he's been in her pussy
a bunch."

   "Why do you say that?"

   "There's no way a virgin is going to be able to take me without a fuss,"
Carl concluded.

   From the living room, Olivia had gathered up her own clothing and had
quickly got dressed while Stacy finished pulling on her underwear and
shorts.  Their bags of goodies from their afternoon shopping trip were
right where they left then, behind the loveseat near the entrance to the
living room.  What a shame, such a great start to the day and now a shitty
ending like this Olivia thought.  We didn't even get a chance to do the
fashion show I promised Carl, oh well.

   "Carl, you ready to take us home now?" Olivia called out.

   "Yeah, let's go," Carl replied while pulling his shirt down over his
ample gut.  His thoughts seemed to echo Olivia's as he expected to bust
more than one nut tonight, but the night was still young.  If his blonde
whore was done for the night, he could always hook up with one of his
regulars he thought.

   Nick was the first out the door and waved goodbye to the girls and
watched from his front porch as Carl popped the trunk and then the girls
pile their shopping bags inside before climbing into the back seat together
and slamming the doors shut.  It was a once in a lifetime experience and
one he hoped he would get to enjoy again, it not both, then at least the
hot blonde girl again.  She was a freak in bed.

   Pulling out of the driveway, Carl was bummed.  He didn't even have the
luxury of having his little sex bunny sitting beside him, she was in the
back seat trying to comfort the little baby who suddenly wanted to split
after having such a wicked orgasm on his cock.  That's what you get for
fucking a kid you dope.  Olivia may be a kid, but she isn't going to freak
on your dick, at least not in a bad way he chuckled to himself.  "So where
are we going?" he asked as he put the car into drive and stepped on the
accelerator.

   Stacy gave him the address and sat there in silence.

   "Stacy, are you ok?  I mean..., I'm sorry that I put you in this
situation.  I didn't mean for anything to happen that you didn't want to
happen.  I'm sorry," Olivia offered.  Her best friend's silence was killing
her.  Sure everything went according to plan, she got her best friend
fucked and it appeared like it was what she wanted, and then this.  What
could have happened to cause this?  Was it Carl's big cock hurting her down
there?  He'd said she'd had a huge orgasm and then she freaked, so she
didn't figure it could be that.  What the hell was it?

   Stacy stared out the window as Olivia tried to comfort her.  She was
embarrassed and humiliated and couldn't tell her best friend why when she
prodded and pleaded with her to explain what was so wrong.  "Olivia, I'd
rather not talk about what happened.  Carl didn't do anything wrong, I just
freaked and I need time to myself, ok?"

   "Uh, yeah.  Do you want me to stay over at your place with you?  We can
talk about it.  Maybe it'll make you feel better?"

   "No Olivia, I don't want to talk about.  I just want to be alone." Stacy
was torn, she couldn't think of way of explaining why she was so upset,
other than the obvious.  She'd specifically told Liv that she didn't want
to have sex and then Olivia so quickly agreed to go over to Carl's place
and pushed her to drink down that drink and then one thing led to another
and...  Stacy wondered, did Olivia set this up?  It seemed a little
convenient that a cute boy was suddenly there and...  No, Olivia wouldn't
have done that would she?

   Olivia sat there, not knowing what to do.  Her pussy was still moist
from her and Nick's sex and she kept thinking about the opportunity lost.
There was no real plan for the rest of the evening other than spending as
much time fucking Carl and Nick as possible before she needed to go home,
and now that was seemingly lost.  Her best friend was mad at her, or mad at
something.  Whatever it was, she didn't want to talk about it and she
didn't want her company either.  It made her feel very sad and for the
first time, very alone.  She had her other friends, but Stacy had been her
best friend forever and Stacy never wanted to be alone.  She always wanted
to hang out with her best friend, so this was a first, a very sad first.

   The rest of the ride was a very quiet ride indeed as all three sat there
watching the houses whizz by as Carl made his way to Stacy's neighborhood.
It was only a few blocks away from Olivia's but these houses were quite a
bit bigger.  This kid's parents did very well for themselves he thought as
he stopped in front of the house number she'd given him.  "Don't forget
your stuff in the trunk," he said as he watched the kid climb out of the
back seat and start to walk up towards the door.  She hadn't even said
goodbye to her friend.  The kid must be pretty upset he thought.

   "Oh yeah," Stacy said as she walked back around to the back of the
battered Ford.  Olivia had come around to give her a hug, neither of them
knowing what to say as they broke the hug.  "I'm sorry Liv, I just need
some time.  I'll call you tomorrow ok?" she said as she collected her bags.

   "Ok, sorry Stace." Olivia didn't know what else to say.  She didn't
really know what happened and it wasn't like Stacy to not talk about what
was wrong.  If there was one thing Stacy Bennett was good at, it was
talking and telling her best friend how she felt, about everything!  This
was new, and Olivia was worried that she'd made Stacy cross some line that
would possibly damage their friendship forever.  They'd been best friends
since kindergarten and they'd never had a fight before.  Well, this wasn't
really a fight, but the result seemed the same.  Olivia watched Stacy walk
up her driveway, bags in hand.  It was very sad that her plan worked out
this way.  Maybe there was still hope she could be the Stacy Bennett,
super-slut from her dream.

   Climbing into the front passenger seat, Olivia sat down and sighed. 
"Ok, Carl, spill it, what happened?"

   "Hey relax little one.  Nothing happened.  It all happened just like I
said," he answered as he pulled out of the driveway and sped away.  "She
was really getting into it, she was fucking me back and groaning like a
bitch in heat and then had this big orgasm and then she freaked.  That's
all I can tell you."

   "Well, that doesn't explain this...  reaction.  I wonder what the hell's
wrong with her then?"

   "Beats the hell out of me.  Not to change the subject, but am I taking
you home too?"

   "I don't know, this kinda ruined my evening plans too.  I don't know
what I want to do."

   "We could go back to my place and have some fun, or we could go out and
find some trouble for you to get into.  You feel up for it?"

   "Yeah, maybe that's what I need, something to get my mind off Stacy for
a while.  Going back to your place would be a constant reminder of what
just happened, so let's go find some trouble!"

   "Love to.  So now the question becomes, do you want to do it for money
or for free?"

   "I dunno," Olivia stated as she sat there thinking about it, her pussy
starting to lube up at the thought of getting more sex.

   "Let's go to this little bar I know and give it some thought, shall we?"

   "The night is still young, I have three of four hours before I need to
be home, so lead the way."

   "Got anything sexier to wear in all those bags you got back there?"

   "Hell yeah, stop and I'll pull some stuff out and you tell me what looks
good."

   Pulling into a liquor store parking lot, Carl threw the car into park
and climbed out along with his charge.  Opening the trunk, Carl watched the
petite blonde rifle through several bags before pulling out a few skirts, a
cute short dress and some tops.  He also noticed some of the liquor store
patrons stopping and staring at Olivia as the two stood looking into the
trunk.  "Hey, I think you have some admirers."

   "Really?  " Olivia asked spinning around and noticing two Mexican's
standing by the door, watching her intently.  They were staring right back
at her, making no attempts to hide their interest in her.

   "Yeah, why don't you change into one of those skirts and see if they are
interested to getting to know you better?"

   "Sounds dirty, I love it!" Olivia grabbed a black cotton skirt and
climbed into the car.  Stripping off her shorts and underwear, Olivia slid
the skirt up her thighs and up onto her hips.  The soft material felt nice
as it caressed her naked flesh.  Her pussy was tingling in anticipation of
getting used.  Rubbing her finger over her slit, Olivia wanted to get in
the mood and get herself good and ready for the moment.  A few minutes
later, Olivia climbed back out of the car, horny, lubed up and ready.  Carl
was over talking to the two guys and they were nodding their heads. 
Looking up, she saw him spot her standing behind the car and her waived her
to come over.  Strutting over, Olivia closed the gap in seconds and stared
back at the guys.  They must have just gotten off work because they were
sweaty and dirty.

   "Hey Olivia, meet Hector and Juan.  They said they think you're pretty
and they would be interested in meeting you."

   "Hi guys, how are you tonight?" Olivia's mind was already starting to
kick into overdrive, she thought back to the Mexican she fucked in the
church maintenance room, and some of the Hispanic guys she fucked at the
porn shop and wondered if it would be like that fucking these two?  The two
guys exchanged pleasantries and continued to stare at the girl.  The cab
driver had told them she'd fuck them if they had enough cash on them. 
Between them they had almost a hundred bucks, surely not enough for a hotty
like this to agree to have sex with them.

   "Carl, did you guys work anything out?" Olivia asked.

   "Yeah, they have about a hundred on them.  That enough for you?"

   "I guess.  Any ideas where?"

   "They have a truck over there, or you could go back in the alley behind
the liquor store," Carl suggested.

   "Definitely the alley," Olivia agreed.  Her thoughts returned to her
dreams again, and her times fucking the homeless guys in the alley.  It was
dirty and depraved, and suddenly Olivia felt like that was what she wanted
at the moment, some dirty sex with two guys in an alley.

   Carl took the guys money and followed the group behind the store, just
to make sure Olivia stayed safe.

   Olivia turned the corner and saw the alley was just what she expected,
dark and unlit, empty liquor boxes piled up next to a dumpster and various
other discarded articles that nobody would take the time to dispose of
properly.  Turning, Olivia lifted up her skirt and showed the two guys just
what they'd be getting for their one hundred dollars.  The thoughts of
getting big-time money like from the guys like she'd fucked at the motel,
were superseded by her desire to just get fucked.  "Who's first?"

   Hector introduced himself and stepped up and opened up his pants,
dropping them just enough to take out his soft brown cock.  He stood there
staring and waiting.

   Olivia understood and stepped up in front of him and squatted down,
feeling the breeze blow up under her skirt onto her naked flesh.  Reaching
up with one hand, Olivia grabbed his soft cock and slipped it into her
mouth.  It tasted like sweat and stale pee as she sucked it in deep.  They
smell of a hard day's work wafted into her nostrils as she processed the
acrid stench of his body odor.  She felt the soft flesh start to harden in
her mouth before she really even got started sucking him off.  The smell
had stunned her momentarily and made her forget she had a job to do.

   The penis in her mouth started pumping back and forth as she applied
suction and pressure using her lips alone.  It wasn't big enough yet to
really get her fist involved, but it was getting harder by the second and
would be quickly.  Olivia felt the soft skin sliding back and forth and
realized that it felt very natural, just like from her dream.  She hadn't
sucked many dicks yet and she was eager to work on her craft.

   Within a minute or two, Olivia felt the veiny shaft get about as big and
hard as she suspected it would get, and pulled her mouth off the thing. 
Standing up, she turned around and looked for something she could lay down
on, or sit on.  There was nothing other than the dumpster.  Stepping over
to it, she grabbed onto the edge with one hand and bent over, pulling her
skirt up over her hips with the other hand.  Hector needed no other
invitation as she stepped behind her and pushed his saliva-coated cock
between her legs.

   Olivia felt the soft fleshy head poking around her labia, looking for
the entrance.  Her soft petals opened up and she quickly felt him find the
entrance before sliding inside.  He was a nice comfortable size as she felt
his hips meet hers, with his cock sliding all the way inside.  It felt hot
and hard, a feeling she was getting very used to and one she knew she was
starting to crave.  She felt his hands grab onto her hips and squeeze hard
as his cock started sliding back out.  With her saliva and her own copious
lubrication combined.  She felt him start the rhythmic pumping action she'd
been craving every since Stacy freaked out back at Carl's place.

   Olivia was truly happy strangely enough, getting fucked in the back of
an alley.  The experience was just like from her dreams and although she
couldn't explain it, felt a sense of satisfaction that she could recreate
another "something" from her dreams.  Reaching down, she rubbed at her clit
and found her state of arousal rise.  I can cum from this she thought as
she felt Hector's cock pumping so nicely into her slit.  His height matched
hers perfectly as he continued his assault on her heated pussy.  Her juices
were flowing freely as his tempo increased.  He was going to cum soon and
Olivia knew she wasn't going to get her cum in time to meet his.

   With a groan, Olivia felt Hector slam home one last time and press his
cock in as deeply as his stubby prick could reach.  She could feel him
pumping his seed into her as his hands gripped her hips almost painfully
tight.  He wanted to get every last drop inside and wouldn't let go of her
until the last throb subsided.  She felt out of breath as she stood there,
leaning against the dumpster, her legs spread wide apart as Hector kept his
baby-maker pressed firmly inside.

   Olivia stood there waiting for Hector to pull out, which he finally did,
after maybe a minute, leaving a cool breeze to replace his hot sweaty body
after he pulled away from hers.  Olivia expected to have to do a repeat
performance with Juan, suck him hard and then resume her position against
the dumpster, which is why it caught her off-guard when a hand pulled her
around.

   Juan had her by the arm and was pulling her over to some cardboard he'd
laid out on the ground.  He motioned for her to lie down.  Olivia looked
down at the cardboard bed and it looked clean enough and plopped her bum
down onto it.  Flipping her skirt up so that it stayed clear of her spermy
pussy, Olivia laid back down and spread her legs wide.  Juan already had
his hard cock free of his pants and was ready to go.  Lying down on top of
her, he guided his tool into her hot soupy hole.

   Without the aid of her saliva, Juan slowly worked his dry cock in, using
her juices and Hector's cum to lubricate the way.  Olivia felt his weight
bearing down on her as he slid in all the way.  It was nice in one respect,
she didn't have to taste his sweaty and stinky cock, but this position did
get her really close to his work-stink, and his nasty breath.  "This wasn't
in my dream," Olivia thought as she felt him start to slide his cock in
roughly.  Juan lacked Hector's easy gentle style and he used the hard
ground like a backstop to really pound his cock into her pussy as hard as
he could manage.

   Olivia wrapped her legs around his back to try and lessen the abuse her
back was taking, getting pounded against the hard ground.  The cardboard
offered some cushion, but it seemed Juan wanted to fuck his cock right out
through her back with the violence of his thrusts.  His pelvic bone
hammered into hers and every thrust was bashing into her clit, firing off
over-powering bursts every time he smashed into it.

   Carl looked on in amusement, if she really did want this kind of
life-style, this would be a good test.  Getting fucked on the ground in an
alley behind a liquor store was something that few of the whores he knew
would subject themselves to, so this was a very good measuring stick.  Her
"umpfs" and "oohs" were gaining in frequency and loudness, and didn't seem
to be from the discomfort of getting plowed into the asphalt.  If this
little cunt cums from this, I'll be impressed he thought.  Pulling out his
cell phone, Carl snapped a photo of the two rutting on the ground.  It was
grainy from the dim light, but it would be a keeper.

   Olivia felt her orgasm building, Juan's aggressive fucking was cranking
up her arousal fast.  Her hands grabbed onto his ass cheeks and pulled hard
with every in-stroke.  She was going to make sure this orgasm didn't get
away like the last one.  The other things like his bad breath and his stink
were long forgotten as she concentrated on nothing other than his hard cock
pounding into her cunt.  The slamming continued as Olivia felt her orgasm
peak and the rush begin.  "Finally!" she thought as her body went into
uncontrollable spasms, her legs firmly locked around his back.  A loud
"aghhhhh" finally escaping from her lips as the orgasm pulsed through her
body.  Through it all, Olivia felt Juan's cock start to spurt his seed, and
The Queen of the Slut's was finally born.  In the back of a dirty alley
behind a liquor store, while lying on a bed of cardboard, Olivia Hastings
had transformed into the slut she dreamed about being.  Her moment was
prolonged as Juan collapsed down onto her prone form as his cock continued
twitching, filling her pussy with his potent cum.  Olivia was content as
she lay there under his weight, on a cardboard mattress among the detritus
of society, a pussy full of Mexican cum, smiling like it was Christmas.

   Olivia laid there while Juan climbed off and pulled his waning cock from
her hot wet vice.  She felt his cock vacate her hole and the coolness of
the night breeze flit across her hot sex.  Her fingers went to her pussy
and traced up and down, feeling the wetness as his semen started to slowly
trickle out.  Despite her surroundings, Olivia was content to lay there
with her legs spread wide and just rub the semen around her vulva.

   "How was that kid?  Scratch your itch a little?" Carl asked somewhat
intrigued and amused.  He'd never seen a girl act like such a slut, ever.

   "Hardly, more like a tickle that's making me itch even more," she
purred, still lying there on the cardboard teasing her slit.

   "Well, before somebody else comes along, like Johnny-Law, let's get
going and get you some more dick," he said stepping closer and offering a
hand to help her up.

   Olivia felt his powerful grip around her wrist as he hoisted her up as
if she were weightless.  Her brand new skirt falling back down and covering
her naked loins as her head swam from the sudden lift.  Olivia stood still
for a moment while she regained her balance.  Adjusting her skirt and
brushing herself off, Olivia followed Carl back around to his waiting car,
her legs a little wobbly from the exertion.  Carl was digging around in his
trunk by the time she got back beside him.  "Whatcha looking for?"

   "A rag or something so you can wipe your pussy." Finding a partial roll
of paper towels, he handed it over and Olivia stared at him smiling.  "I
assume you'll need more than just a sheet or two before the night is over."

   "God after a start like that, I sure hope so.  That was awesome.  Quick
and dirty, fill me up and get me off.  I don't think I could have asked for
better than that," Olivia said as she went around to the passenger door. 
Pulling off two sheets, Olivia reached up under her skirt and gave a quick
wipe before pulling open the door and slipping inside.

   Climbing into the driver's seat, Carl offered, "You know, you might want
to make them wear condoms, or else have them cum on you or in your mouth,
that way you're not leaking cum out of your pussy so much.  Just a thought"

   "I guess, I just don't like the feel of condoms much, dries me out for
some reason too.  I can deal with a little drippy drippy, but shooting it
on me or swallowing isn't a bad idea either."

   "Hey check this out, I took a shot of you on the ground," Carl said
holding up his phone.

   On the small screen was clearly a picture of her under Luis and the look
on her face was priceless.  Olivia's mouth dropped open.  "Oh my God, that
looks so hot!  Man, if I look that good getting fucked on your cell phone,
imagine how amazing those photos your buddy took will look like!"

   "You're really something, you know that?  I've never known a girl who
acts like you do.  I mean I know lots of girls who will get freaky with
their boyfriends, or who will do something crazy like that if the guy pays
well enough.  But you'll do it just for the thrill of it.  I betcha you
would've fucked those guys even if they hadn't paid you."

   "What can I say?  I know what I want now.  Before I wasn't sure, or I
wasn't as confident that I knew what I wanted, now I do," Olivia said as
she checked the paper towel between her legs and checked to see if she was
still dripping.

   "Were you serious about everything you said earlier, like the piercing
and tattoo stuff, and the fuck anything with a dick stuff?"

   "Yeah, why?"

   "Just wondering.  I know a guy that does tattooing and piercing, and I
didn't know when you wanted to get that done.  It takes time to heal you
know.  You probably won't want to be fucking with a fresh clit piercing and
you won't want anybody grabbing onto your nipples right away either."

   "Oh, I didn't know that.  I just thought I'd be able to do whatever I
wanted right away."

   "You could, but it'll hurt some.  You'd recover from a tattoo faster
probably."

   "I hadn't really thought about that.  I don't know what I'd get, plus
how would I hide it?"

   "Get it where nobody would see it, well..., nobody that wasn't fucking
your pussy at the time!"

   "Get my pussy tattooed?" Olivia asked incredulously.

   "Sure, why not.  Get something like "Cock Slut" or something tattooed
over your pussy.  Or do something like the college football guys do when
they achieve something special, get a little symbol or something tattooed
on, like a flower.

   "Or a little dick, when I reach certain milestones or something!" Olivia
was getting excited at the prospect.  "Maybe get a dick tattooed on for
every fifty, or every hundred dicks I fuck!"

   "That's a lot of dicks my dear, are you sure you want to wait that long
to get one?"

   "Well those two guys make twenty and twenty-one, I think and I've only
been having sex for like three or four days, so I should be able to hit
fifty in a couple of days and a hundred not that long after.  Maybe one for
every hundred is too low of a number.  Maybe I should get one for the first
one hundred, then maybe every five hundred after that.  Yeah that makes
more sense," Olivia said with conviction.

   Carl just smiled and shook his head.  He'd seen her at work and he knew
she was willing.  But to want to get fucked by that many dicks was just
something he was having a difficult time believing.  Why would any girl,
especially one this young want to subject herself to something like that he
wondered?  The world should have more like her.

   "So where are we going now?" Olivia asked looking around.  She was eager
to get back into action.  All four of her fucks today were quick and fast
and hadn't really amounted to much in terms of longevity.  Two orgasms made
up for it, but she was a Ferrari and wanted to let it loose and go fast.

   "I was going to take you to this bar I like to go to now and then, but
there'd probably only be a couple of guys there for you to go after at this
hour, so I thought maybe I'd make it easy for you in your current condition
of eagerness and pay a visit to Sam and his friends.  Sound ok to you?"
Carl said with a smile.

   "Oh yeah, that sounds like a great idea!" Not knowing what she was
getting herself into, Olivia agreed if it meant she'd get another crack at
his giant dick.  "So where is he?"

   "At work."

   "Where does he work?"

   "Right now he's working on a new building downtown, he's in
construction."

   "Oh."

   Twenty minutes later, Carl pulled through a gate into a muddy parking
lot.  There were scores of cars surrounded by bright lights aimed at the
work they were doing.  At the end of the rows of cars was a darkened
trailer that Carl was driving towards.  Pulling up the trailer, Carl killed
the engine and lights and opened his door.  "Let's go princess, see if we
can find you a date."

   Olivia followed Carl as he made his way around the mud puddles towards
the lights and voices she could hear beyond.  It was strangely quiet for a
construction site she thought.  They approached a small group of men who
eyed Olivia with obvious interest.

   "Hey is Sam here?" Carl called out.

   "Yeah, just a second, Bobby, go get Sam would ya?" the apparent guy in
charge said to one of the younger looking guys.  "So what's going on here?"

   "Oh, just thought you guys needed a break.  My friend here is looking
for a little fun, if you know what I mean.  Sam knows her and she kinda
wanted to see the big guy again."

   "Is that so?"

   "Yeah, Sam and I met a few nights ago and I've been bugging Carl ever
since for me to meet up with him again," Olivia answered.

   "Just how old are you missy?  Your mom know you're out looking for fun?"
the guy asked.  He was eyeing her suspiciously at the same time, admiring
the wickedly hot body she seemed to have under her t-shirt and skirt.  If
her shapely legs were any indication, she was a hot little package, if you
could look past her being ridiculously young.

   "Hey, if I'm not welcome, we can just leave and stop bothering you,"
Olivia countered and made as if to turn around and leave.

   "Hold on now, I didn't say that.  I'm a married man and I'm loyal to my
woman, but some of the other guys might be interested.  Hold on here he
comes now."

   Sam sauntered up and saw Carl standing there with the young girl he'd
stabbed with his cock the other night.  "Oh shit" went through his head as
he approached the group.  He hadn't told anybody about her for fear of
getting busted for banging an obviously underage girl.  "Hi Carl.  Hi," he
said to Olivia, obviously not remembering her name.

   "Hi Sam, Olivia wanted to come and see you and wondered if you and any
of the guys had time for a break to have a little fun?" Carl asked
nonchalantly, as if asking if grown men wanted to have sex with a
barely-teen was perfectly normal.

   "Uh, boss?" he shrugged.

   "I don't care as long as you punch out first."

   "Awesome!" he thought.  She'd had the hottest, tightest snatch he'd had
in a long time, and she'd looked so good as she wriggled and writhed under
the assault of his cock, that he was dying to get another crack at her. 
"Can we use the couch in the trailer?" Sam asked nervously.  He was like a
big kid who was scared to ask his dad for the car keys.

   "Yeah, keep it clean ok.  I don't need Laura walking in there tomorrow
morning and finding it smelling like a tuna sandwich.  Let me go open it up
for you," the foreman said as he grudgingly got up and walked over to the
trailer.

   Olivia was excited, she didn't expect to be having sex with anyone other
than Sam, but she was willing to take on anyone who wanted.  Her new
persona, the Queen of the Sluts wouldn't say "no" now, she was open all
day. She was the 7-11 of pussy and hers was starting to lube up in
anticipation of what was to come.

   "Sam, tell your buddies that if they want to fuck her, they can, but be
quick about it.  This one is free," Carl said.  "We can come back regularly
but after tonight it'll cost them.  Sound good?"

   "Free pussy, the boys will be excited to hear that!  Bobby go spread the
word!" Sam told him.

   "Awww, I don't wanna go after you Sam, she'll be wrecked after you stick
your thing in her!" Bobby said.

   "Oh stop it, she'll be just fine," Carl countered.

   "No, that's ok, I can go last, I don't mind sloppy seconds, or in this
case sloppy twenties," Sam laughed.  "You can go first Bobby, I don't
care."

   "Really?  Awesome.  Let's go honey," Bobby said as he grabbed Olivia by
the wrist and pulled her towards the trailer.

   Olivia felt like rag doll as the guy named Bobby pulled her quickly
through the mud towards the trailer.  His work boots were hastily kicked
off outside before he was stepping inside in his sock covered feet.  Olivia
realized it must be some rule around the construction site, no muddy boots
in the trailer.  Olivia kicked off her shoes and followed him inside.

   Olivia followed Bobby over towards the couch at the end of the trailer
past the desks and filing cabinets, the blank monitors staring back at her
as she walked past.  He was already pulling his pants down by the time she
made it to the couch.  Olivia watched him strip down, he had the lean hard
body only long hours of manual labor can provide.  He was watching and
waiting for her.

   Olivia followed his lead and started by pulling her t-shirt over her
head and unfastened her bra.  Slowly she let the straps fall down while
holding the cups over her breasts still.  Teasingly, she pulled the bra
cups down and measured his reaction when her pert boobies came into view. A
huge smile spread across his face as she lowered the bra and dropped it to
the floor.  Her B-cups were nicely shaped and they were capped by pink
puffy areola with a tiny flat nipple on each.  When hardened, they were
barely as big as a pencil eraser, but it seemed like they met with
everyone's approval, at least everyone who'd seen them so far.  Give it
another hundred or so guys and we'll see if they're as cute as I think they
are she thought as she reached down to grab the waistband of her skirt,
slowly lowering it down before stepping out of it and throwing it over a
nearby chair.  Olivia smiled as she saw the look on the guy's face when he
saw her fully naked.

   "Holy shit you have the most amazing body I've ever seen.  I can't
believe this is really happening," Bobby said as he started to stroke his
cock.

   "Believe it.  I'd be interested in coming back here on regular basis if
you guys make it worth my while," Olivia replied.  Stepping up to the
couch, Olivia grabbed Bobby's cock out of his grasp and started stroking it
for him as she settled down into a kneeling position on the floor between
his legs.

   "So how much are we talking beautiful?" Her grasp felt great on his
rapidly inflating cock.  Anytime someone else is doing the stroking, it
always feels so much better he thought as he watched the gorgeous girl
bringing him to full hardness.  Her too-perky boobs and her youthful face
made her way too young to be anything but well under the legal age of
eighteen Bobby realized.  Which also meant that she was far too young (and
beautiful) to be doing this out of necessity, so there was some other
reason she was here stroking his cock.  Not that he was about to stop her
if it meant getting his rocks off, but she was either here because she
wanted to be, or else Sam's buddy was forcing her to be here.  Either way,
she was going to receiving his load of cum much sooner than later!  "Better
slow down girl, you're going to make me cum just from stroking me like
that!"

   "Oh, not yet, I want to feel you inside me first," Olivia purred. 
Standing up she rubbed her pussy to gauge how wet she was and found she was
plenty wet enough to slip this cock inside.  Leaning forward, Olivia
brought her knees up onto the couch, straddling Bobby's legs and his
upright cock.  It was what she was becoming familiar with when it came to
"average", six inches maybe a touch more, but rock hard and ready.  The
veins stuck out on the sides and the head was swollen and leaking from the
tip.  It was still funny-shaped she thought, and slightly different looking
than some of the others she'd seen in her short time around male
appendages. I guess they're all a little different she thought as she held
it in her hand while she positioned her body above his.

   Rubbing the head along her labia, Olivia coated the head of his cock
with her wetness, no doubt some of it the remains of the semen from the two
Mexicans she'd banged no less than thirty minutes before.  Satisfied there
was enough lubrication, Olivia lined up the head with her hungry hole and
slowly sat down, impaling the tool into her crevice.  It felt so smooth and
warm as it entered her, pushing her tissues apart as they made room for the
intruder.  A gentle moan escaped her lips as she felt the cock head finally
nestle up against her cervix as the backs of her thighs came to rest of the
tops of his thighs.

   Reaching up Bobby grabbed onto her beautifully shaped breasts, which
drew another groan from the girl, and pinched and teased her pink nipples.
She was spectacular and she was fucking him with her hot tight pussy.  He
watched as she started to slowly grind her hips on his cock with just a
hint of an up and down motion.  She was balancing her own desires with his,
giving him as much of the in-and-out friction that she knew the guys liked,
at the same time, pressing her clit up against his pelvic bone, stimulating
her own pleasure center.  She was very horny and very willing to please as
she started grinding faster on his lap.  Her slim waist and supple thighs
were mesmerizing as they guided her body up and down and around on his
steely pole.  She was hotter than any girl he'd ever fucked and here she
was fucking him in a construction trailer without even as much as a kiss on
the lips prior to mounting him.

   "I don't even know your name sweetheart," Bobby asked as his hands went
from her glorious tits down to her slim hips, to help her get the rhythm
going faster.  The sloshing sounds of her wetness as it gripped his cock
filled the still air inside the stuffy trailer, that, and her constant
moaning was the only other sound registering in Bobby's brain.  The feeling
coming from his groin from the heated vise enveloping his cock was simply
indescribable.  This is what all pussies should feel like Bobby thought as
her muscles rippled up and down the length of his cock, massaging every
fiber of his manhood.

   "Olivia, my name is Olivia," she grunted out between breaths.  Their
vigorous pace was driving her crazy as she felt her passion peaking.  She
didn't know a damn thing about the guy she was fucking, other than he was
number twenty-two, and that he was going to make her cum with the way he
was driving his cock into her and the way he was slamming her clit down
onto his hard pelvis.  Olivia could feel his curly pubes dancing with hers
as she ground down onto them.  It was a good kind of tickle that was
bringing her ever-closer to her next orgasm.  Sweat beads were breaking out
all over her body as their fast and hard sex was mounting a physical toll
in the stuffy trailer.  Drips of sweat began pouring down her back as their
sex continued on.  "Pinch my nipples again, I'm going to cum soon," Olivia
begged between heaving breaths.

   Latching his fingers onto her pert nipples, Bobby felt her pussy muscles
clamp down onto his cock just as his own cum burst like a dam into her
tight confines.  Jet after jet of his milky semen spewed forth, filling her
slim cavity as his up-thrust, was met by her equally powerful down thrust,
their organs meshed as tightly together as possible.

   Olivia dove forward and pressed her clit down as hard as she could onto
his bony pelvis, seeking to achieve maximum stimulation on her clitty as
her orgasm smashed through her body.  Her face met with his neck and she
buried herself into his body, her breasts mashed up against his hard chest
as her pussy milked him for every last drop while her animalistic moaning
signaled a very, very, nice orgasm.

   "Oh my God, that was awesome!" Bobby blurted out as his cock finally
stopped throbbing and his own orgasm subsided.

   "Uh huh, I agree.  Makes me want to do it again," Olivia said with an
unbelievably innocent smile on her face as she pulled back from the crook
of his neck so she could see his face.  A little wiggle of her hips against
his deflating cock signaled she wasn't as innocent as she looked, and
inside lurked a torrent of lust that was beginning to verge on insatiable.

   "Yeah, me too.  But you never answered my question," Bobby stated.  His
cock slipped from her tight vagina along with the first drippings of his
cum.  He could feel it starting to puddle on his scrotum as her hips and
pussy sat perched above his loins.

   "What question?" Olivia responded as she sat upright, her perfect
breasts coming back into view.  He seemed completely mesmerized by her
boobs and her body in general.  Olivia was starting to appreciate the power
she was beginning to have over men, judging by the look on his face and his
fascination with her boobs.  Looking down, Olivia thought that maybe the
birth control pills were working because they seemed a little fuller. 
Either that or it was because she was so horny and worked up, that they had
swelled on their own.  Whatever the reason, they did look bigger.

   "How much for next time?" he asked.

   "I usually get a thousand dollars for sex," Olivia said nonchalantly as
her hands ran over his sweaty chest, tracing through his sparse chest hair.
He was all muscle and sinew, built for hard work and apparently hard
fucking.  "This is the kind of guy I could get used to fucking," she
thought as she saw the magnitude of her words sink into his brain.

   "A thousand bucks!  Are you crazy!" he answered.  It wasn't really a
question; more or less it was all he could think of to say in response to
her statement.

   "What?  That's what I charge," Olivia said defensively.  Sliding off his
lap, she grabbed at her clothes and started to dress.  Forgoing the bra,
she pulled her t-shirt on over head and pulled it down.

   "Hold on, I didn't mean to offend you.  It's just that I could never
afford that kind of money.  Who are you having sex with that can afford
that?" Bobby asked, hoping he hadn't blown a chance to fuck the beauty
again.  She was an eleven on a scale of one to ten, and she'd just fucked
him silly on the job.  She was worth whatever he could scrape together. 
Before he got a chance to think of how to recover from his outburst, a loud
pounding came from the door followed by a booming voice.

   "You just about done in there runt?  We got a line out here waiting!"

   "Shit.  I'm sorry Olivia.  Uh..., can I get your number and maybe we can
work something out?  I mean I don't have a thousand bucks, but maybe I can
give you a little at a time or something?" he said with the sincerest smile
he could manage.  She sat back down next to him on the couch, her t-shirt
covering her torso, her beautifully sexy legs angled towards his, their
knees touching as he gave her his best pleading look.  Don't stare at her
tits, don't stare at her tits!  Look her in the eyes dummy!  If he had any
shot at a repeat performance, the next few minutes were crucial.

   Olivia saw the puppy-dog eyes and her heart melted.  One minute he was
just another dick, the next, a cute guy willing to do anything for her. 
"Alright, give me your name and number.  Maybe we can go out on a real date
or something, if my mother will let me," Olivia replied reaching for her
purse and her new phone.

   "Sure it's...  By the way, how old are you anyway?  He asked reaching
for his dusty clothing.

   "Let's just say, too young to vote, but old enough to screw.  And trust
me, if you gotta ask, you don't wanna know the answer.  Leave it at that,
ok?" Olivia replied.  Standing up, she reached for the skirt she'd left
draped over the desk chair and pulled it up her shapely thighs.  Her
underwear were somewhere in Carl's car, not that she wanted them on right
now anyway as she felt Bobby's semen start to dribble down her legs.

   "You'll call me then?" he asked, a little too eagerly as he finished
buckling his jeans.

   "I promise I will.  Don't worry, we'll work something out," Olivia said
with a smile.  It was pure power she felt.  She had this twenty-something
guy practically begging her for more sex, and maybe even more than just
sex, and there was a line-up of guys outside looking for the same thing, to
get with Olivia Hastings, the real Queen of the Sluts.  Olivia watched
Bobby hesitantly walk over towards the door and open it.  He didn't want to
leave at all, he wanted nothing more than to grab her and take her with
him. She could see it in his face and it warmed her heart.  Inside a small
part of her wanted to go with him, but another part of her, the Queen part
wanted the lineup outside and right now the Queen was winning.

   Olivia blew Bobby a kiss and watched as a smile spread across his face
as he exited the door.  The butterflies in her stomach reminded of her of
how she felt when she watched Justin pull away from the motel after she'd
finished with him.  His screaming girlfriend on the phone was a wake-up
call reminding her not to get too attached to the guys she was with.  You
can mix business with pleasure Olivia, just don't get your heart broken. 
Her pensive moment was interrupted as a figure entered the trailer.  It was
the next guy and he was now her focus.

   He was unshaven and had a hard weathered face, and the muscled body to
go with it.  He looked like he could have just stepped out of an old black
and white western movie with his plaid work shirt and dusty work pants. 
The only thing missing were the chaps and spurs.  He stared up and down at
her and made Olivia feel like a piece of fuck-meat.  He meant business as
he started to unfasten his pants.  "Let's get going whore, I got work to
do," he said in a gravelly dead-pan voice.

   The butterflies-in-her-stomach-Olivia took a back seat as the Queen
stepped forward and took over.  She could be all-business too.  "Then get
that cock out and get over here and fuck me," she replied matter-of-factly.
Stripping off her two articles of clothing and leaving her in her fully
naked glory, Olivia stared back at the guy who was about to give her
another notch on her bedpost.

   "I ain't laying on that nasty couch, not after you fucked Bobby on it.
Get over here and climb up on this desk.  It's the perfect height for me to
really fuck that sweet looking little pussy of yours." With one arm the guy
shoved the desk contents over, spilling a glass full of pencils, leaving a
desk blotter hanging halfway off the side and nearly knocking the computer
monitor off onto the floor.

   Strutting over, Olivia watched as the guy pulled his work shirt over his
head revealing his hard, rail-thin muscular body.  He was deeply tanned,
only his tan didn't come by way of lounging around the pool for hours at a
time like Olivia's was.  Dropping his pants to the floor, he grabbed onto
his cock and started stroking it to life.  "Get up there girl and show me
that pussy."

   Olivia complied and sat her bottom down on the edge of the desk.  Being
ordered around was exciting and new and she lifted her knees up and slowly
spread her legs open for his inspection.  Her smooth tanned skin nearly
matched his caramel color as her gorgeous thighs parted, revealing the tan
lines of her pale white skin surrounding her crotch.  It was like a landing
strip for his cock they way her skin tones contrasted so sharply with the
rest of her tan.  Olivia watched him fisting his cock, and should have been
repulsed when he spit a big gob of saliva into his hand and used it to lube
up his cock.  Working the wet fluid around the head and shaft, he spit
again into his hand as his cock lengthened and thickened in his hand.  It
was kinda gross, and she would have gladly sucked him hard, but it was
fascinating at the same time watching him do it.  His eyes were glued to
her crotch as he fisted away.

   Olivia was equally fascinated when he stepped up and pushed the wet head
into her folds, her pussy swallowing him up in one smooth stroke.  The spit
along with her own moisture, and surely some of Bobby's little swimmers,
allowed his tool to slide home easily.  It brought a gentle sigh to her
lips as his tool stretched her sensitive tissues open once again.  She was
obviously getting very used to the feeling of a cock being in her pussy,
but it still gave her a nervous excitement when a new one found its way
home to her eager and hungry snatch.  "Oh yeah, your cock feels really nice
mister.  Now fuck me with it.  Fuck me good." It was yet another thrill,
talking dirty to a complete stranger as he started sawing into her cunt.

   He seemed to use every muscle on his sinewy body as he slammed his cock
home repeatedly.  Olivia threw her head back, her long blonde hair falling
down her shoulders and onto the desk beneath her as she submitted to his
physical assault with his battering ram.  He was masturbating his cock with
her pussy.  There was no interest on his part to pleasure her, he was only
out to please himself and from the look on his face, Olivia knew he was
achieving it.

   His hands were locked around the tops of her shapely tanned thighs,
pulling her pussy onto his cock as he slammed it home, the head of his cock
bashing into her cervix with every thrust.  Olivia watched in fascination
as his cock slid home stroke after stroke, her arms propping up her torso,
her legs held up in the air hanging over the crook of his elbows, giving
her an amazing view as she looked down where their bodies were joined.  It
was something she hadn't experienced before, every other guy she'd fucked
had her in a position where she really couldn't seem much.  This was
awesome, watching as the fleshy pole found its way in so deeply every time,
was so cool she thought.  It was hard to believe she could take that much
of him inside her body so easily without any pain, it was all so..., so...,
mind-blowing.

   Olivia watched as he slammed his hips and his cock home one last time
before she felt his cock throb inside of her.  It couldn't have been more
than five minutes from start to finish and he was done, his seed spurting
effortlessly inside her love chamber.

   "Damn, that is some fine pussy you got there sugar.  I hear this one's a
freebie, damn shame I'm gonna have to dip into my meager check next time.
But I'm gonna, cause I gotta have some more of that sweet little cunt of
yours," the man said.  "Helluva a way to advertise I gotta say." With that,
he pulled his wilting cock out and bent down to retrieve his clothing.

   Olivia felt his cock vacate her steamy hole and his semen begin to
trickle out.  Her position on the desk and the angle of her hips was
allowing the milky ejaculate to easily begin its journey down onto the
plastic matting covering the worn looking carpet.  He dressed quickly while
Olivia dropped her legs and feet down onto the floor.  Looking around,
Olivia spotted a box of tissues on one of the other desks and went over to
grab a handful.  Wiping the cum from her pussy, Olivia looked up in time to
see her latest guy heading towards the door.  Turning around, he gave her a
quick wave and walked out.

   The next five guys followed in quick succession, in and out as fast as
they could dump their cum into her soupy hole.  Olivia barely even got
their names before they were pushing their cocks into her pussy.  Of the
five, three were white, another was her third Mexican of the evening, and
then her first black guy; all added to her collection of dicks.  She didn't
notice much of a difference in the size of their genitalia, and they all
shared their eagerness to pound their cocks into her pussy.

   The black guy was the last of the five and he was the most memorable,
not because of the size of his tool, but because of his choice of actions.
He told her to lie back on the desk, which she did, and then proceeded to
speed fuck her like the others had.  The supervisor must have been out
there cracking the whip and telling the guys to hurry things along because
the guy pounded her pussy hard and fast and after just a few minutes,
pulled out.

   Olivia felt him withdraw his cock from her pussy and looked up in time
to see him come along side the desk, his fist pumping his ebony cock
furiously.  His bloated phallus was aiming towards her face, she expected
him to shove it in her mouth, but he never made it that far, instead Olivia
had a birds-eye view of his shaft as it started shooting blast after blast
of ropy cum onto her face.  Instantly closing her eyes, she felt the warm
liquid splash onto her cheeks.  Opening her mouth, Olivia hoped he would
choose to deposit his squirting cannon inside, instead of painting her face
with his seed.  He apparently liked where he had chosen to dump his cum as
she felt more of his warm cum fall down onto her face, some of it puddling
in her eye socket, the rest running down her cheeks.

   "You shore look good with ma jizz on your face baby.  Don't wipe it off.
I want the guys to see you like that."

   Olivia heard the words as she lay there on the hard desk, feeling of the
man's jism slowly sliding down her cheeks and dripping down into her hair.
In a way it was exciting, being used like this she thought.  She was truly
becoming the slut from her dreams.  Her body felt primed still, eager to
keep going as she heard the man getting dressed, his feet shuffling along
the plastic carpet protector as he made his way over to the trailer door.
She heard the door open and felt the trailer shift as his weight eased the
load on the suspension.  Immediately she felt the trailer shift again as
someone else entered.  Without even a moment to clean the semen out of her
eyes, Olivia heard the next guy walking over to the desk she was still
draped across.  The sound of his pants dropping down to the floor was the
next thing she heard.

   "Poor baby, William shot his stuff all over your face.  He was right,
you do look good like that.  Leave it there, don't wipe it off."

   Olivia opened her one eye that wasn't completely covered in cum and saw
another guy standing there directly over her, his hand was stroking his
cock and it was only inches from her face.  Opening up her mouth, the guy
stepped up and slid it home.  It was soft and salty and smelled like a hard
day's work.  Sucking him long enough to get it fully hard, Olivia felt him
pull out of her mouth, and move down towards the end of the desk where her
legs hung over the edge.  His hands slipped under her knees and pulled her
legs up in the air giving him easier access to her cunt as she felt his
body move closer to hers.  With her eyes still closed, Olivia felt like she
was dreaming as she lay there with his cock pushing up against her opening
before sliding inside.

   Concentrating on using her other senses, Olivia focused on the feeling
of the warm fleshy tube as it started sliding in and out of her squishy
pussy.  Like the others before him, he started picking up the pace, fucking
her pussy in earnest until his balls were slapping against her ass cheeks.
The air inside the trailer was getting stuffy and the scent of sex was
filling the air around her.  It was hot and musky, the smell of sweat mixed
with sex.  It was highly erotic, getting fucked by a nameless, virtually
faceless stranger as the pool of semen in her left eye socket kept her eyes
closed.  She wanted to wipe away the cooling cum, but both that William guy
and now this guy wanted her to keep it on there.

   She could hear the guys outside now for the first time as the guy
fucking her pussy was very quiet as he pumped away.  How many of them were
there outside waiting to fuck her pussy?  When is it enough to satisfy the
Queen?  Do I really want to fuck an endless line of guys the real Olivia
questioned?  Reaching down, Olivia rubbed her clit and felt the rush from
her touch and decided that this was just about as enjoyable an experience
as she could ever imagine.  It was every bit as fun as she dreamed about.
The answer was a definite "yes", she wanted to be here getting fucked by as
many guys as her body could handle.  This guy was the ninth new cock of the
day and how many more would plant their seed inside or outside of her
tonight was a mystery.

   Olivia was deeply focused on the feelings her body was sending to her
brain, the friction from the cock in her pussy and the impulses from her
fingers dancing on her clit, her orgasm was approaching quickly and it
would hopefully be one of many more to come tonight.  Her fingers were a
blur over her clit as her body started tensing up, getting ready for her
impending orgasm, her moaning becoming a constant hum in the otherwise
quiet trailer.  Her actions were having an effect on the guy pounding away
in her pussy as his actions became more and more aggressive, his cock
slamming home with serious force.  If not for her extremely aroused state,
Olivia was sure it would be somewhat painful, instead it was driving her
closer to her orgasm.

   "Ughhhhh!" she screamed as her body started thrashing about, her ability
to control her limbs seemingly lost as the rush overwhelmed her being.  Her
fingers grabbing her fleshy nub and pressing down fiercely as her orgasm
continued on.  Olivia was so engrossed in her cum that she barely
registered the guy extracting his cock from her pussy.  The next thing she
registered was the warm spray from his cock as he showered her face with
his own ejaculate, adding to the cool gel already adorning her pretty face.

   "Thanks babe, sign me up for the next time you want to come by.  The
freebee was nice, but I don't mind paying to fuck you again." The words
were lost as she felt the fresh coating of cum spraying onto her uncoated
eye and landing across her nose and cheeks.  Both eyes were effectively
closed by the pooling goo as the splashes of cum continued to fall.  It was
an experience she'd only dreamed about.  There she lay, naked as the day
she was born, splayed out on a desk with her legs spread wide, glowing in
the aftermath of a gigantic orgasm.  Her freshly fucked pussy hot and red
from all the use it had seen in a few short hours.  Her pert B-cup boobs
pointing straight up at the ceiling tiles, her puffy pink areola with their
tiny nipples covered in a fine sheen a sweat added to the vision of what a
mega-slut should look like.  Her mask of cum was the final touch.

   "Here, open up, lick off the final drop," the guy said as he pressed his
cock up to Olivia's lips.  She opened her mouth and sucked the soft head
into her mouth.  She could taste the salty cum droplet as it met her
tongue. She could feel his hand pumping the last dregs of his ejaculate
from his flesh pole as it repeatedly bumped into her chin.  Her sucking
mouth pulled the last of his cum from of his cock.  It was a taste she was
getting perfectly used to, mostly just salty, sometimes bitter, sometimes
bleachy, but mostly just a tasteless mass she was expected to suck down. 
The Queen had no problem with that as she swallowed the small drippings
down her throat.

   Olivia continued to lay there as her body recovered from both her
incredible orgasm, her ninth fuck of the evening, and her second facial in
less than ten minutes.  She could hear the guy dressing as she basked in
her post-orgasmic glory.  Her cooling mask of cum was starting to irritate
her eyes as the milky fluid seeped between the lids she held so tightly. 
It was bugging her, but it was also a symbol of her sluttiness, wearing the
jism of her unknown lovers like an arm patch on a soldier.  How many more
are going to shower me with their cum before the night is over?  The Queen
hoped the night could go on forever, but the ache starting to develop
between her thighs said that there had to be an end in sight soon.  Between
Carl and the other ten guys, eleven different cocks had slammed home in her
delectable cunt and she could hear the voices outside of the lineup of guys
still to come.

   The sound of feet shuffling along the plastic carpet protector was all
Olivia could register, as her latest "kill" departed.  Olivia was alone in
the darkness her clenched eyes provided, the warm stagnant air of the
closed trailer combined with the scent of her sex was her entire world for
the moment.  It was everything her dreams had told her she would
experience, only this was reality, and it was the reality she had chosen
for herself.  It was living up to expectation far more than she had thought
possible as the post-orgasmic high soothed her quickly tiring body.  The
one thing she hadn't expected or remembered, was the growing ache down in
her pussy.  The Dream-Olivia had once fucked over one-hundred guys in one
very long night, and awoke the next morning good as new.  That was only a
dream though.  The motel and truck stop experience had left the real world
Olivia with a sore pussy the next morning which lasted into the afternoon.
But by that evening, was only mildly perceptible when she fucked Carl and
his friend Rick.

   The motel and truck stop had been fifteen guys.  Today's total was only
eleven.  Why is it getting sore now?  Olivia reflected back to the motel
and remembered Carl giving her that pill, and a second one shortly before
she got to the truck stop.  Maybe it's because those pills made me so
fucking horny and wet.  I'm definitely horny now, I mean I can't wait for
the next guy in line to get in here and fuck me.  Maybe I'm not wet enough?
Slipping a finger into her cunt, Olivia was convinced that wasn't it, her
pussy felt very hot and very wet at the moment.  Hmm, I wonder if these
guys are just that much bigger, or if they're just fucking me too hard? 
The thought was interrupted by the trailer door banging open and the whole
trailer shift underneath her.  Whomever was next was big!

   "Wow doll, look at you!"

   Olivia recognized the voice instantly.  "Hi Carl, what are you doing in
here?"

   Looking over at his blonde bombshell lying on top of the desk, her feet
up on the edge of the desk with her legs spread wide and her glistening
cunt begging for his attention was enough to make a eunuch hard, but her
face covered in sperm was almost too much to handle.  "Ummm, the foreman is
getting pissed, his guys have been off the job for an hour now and he's not
getting anything done.  Holy shit, nice face there sweetheart, you look
like a glazed doughnut!"

   "Thanks Carl, it felt pretty sexy at the time, but now it's just gluing
my eyes shut.  Should I clean it off you think?"

   "Hell no, you look way too good like that."

   "Really?  It looks good with my faced covered like this?"

   "Fuck yeah!  Hold that pose, I gotta take a picture of that."

   Deep down, Olivia was slightly embarrassed to be seen like this in front
of Carl.  Why am I letting it bother me?  Carl was the one who'd helped me
get to this state.  And here am I, embarrassed to be seen in this condition
that I'm enjoying being in.  Must just be I'm still not completely
comfortable being this big of a slut yet.  It's time to let it go.  Let go
of all my inhibitions and become the slut I've been longing to be.  That's
why I'm here isn't it?  It's time to become the Queen once and for all, do
what She tells me to do and forget what my conscience says.  Let it all go.
From now on I'm going to become the mega-slut the Queen wants me to be. 
Embrace it.  "Carl, I'm not going anywhere, flash away.  In fact, take a
few with my camera if you don't mind.  My purse is over there by the
couch."

   While Carl snapped a few shots, he continued, "Anyway, the foreman wants
you to wrap thing up so his guys can get back to work, so are you almost
done?"

   "I'm not done by a long shot, but my pussy is starting to get a little
sore.  Any recommendations?"

   "How much more do you want?"

   "How much time do I have?"

   "About two hours, maybe more.  Depends on how close you want to cut it
getting home."

   "If my pussy would just cooperate, I wanna fuck right up until I gotta
go home!"

   Carl laughed, his beauty was sincere in her wish for more cock, but it
was funny watching her say that through her face painted with cum.  "Why
don't you have the guys fuck your ass for a while.  Better yet, why don't
you take the guys on three at a time, that way you can get these guys taken
care of and that'll keep the foreman from getting any more pissed.  Then if
there's time left, we can go somewhere else."

   "But I don't know how much more I can take, my pussy is getting kinda
sore.  Do you have any of those pills I can take?  It seemed to help that
night at the motel and truck stop."

   "Yeah, out in my car.  I'll be right back."

   "Wait!  Take some pictures with my camera first!  I really want to see
what I look like with all this goop on my face.  It's stinging my eyes and
I might have to wipe it off soon." Olivia was absently toying with her
nipples while Carl went over and dug out her new iPhone 4 and started
snapping pictures.  She could see the flash from the small phone as the
light bounced off her eyelids.

   "You know kid, I'm not sure I've ever seen a woman look so sexy with a
face-load of cum on her before.  I'm glad we're capturing this moment...,
for posterity of course."

   "Hey Carl, I just thought of a wicked idea."

   "Yeah?"

   "My phone takes video, high def video actually.  Can you set it up over
by the couch somewhere so I can see what this looks like?"

   "Yeah sure, but if the guys get pissed about it, don't blame me," he
said as he switched the phone over to video mode, and went and set it on
top of a filing cabinet over against the far wall.

   "Why would they get pissed?"

   "Oh, I don't know, a video of a bunch of guys fucking a minor maybe." A
knock on the door and the foreman's gruff shout captured both of their
attention.  "Let me go get that something I promised you for your kitty so
you can get on with things.  I'll be right back!"

   Olivia heard Carl leave and slam the trailer door behind him.  She could
hear voices elevated outside and it sounded like the foreman was pissed or
something.  They were arguing, and it was over her and the situation she'd
caused.  It wasn't every day that a young girl offered herself to a whole
construction site full of men, and they all wanted a shot at her.  She was
mildly distracted from listening to what words she could pick out through
the walls of the trailer by the tightening feeling of her skin being pulled
by the drying cum on her face.  She also wanted the stinging in her eyes to
stop, although her eyes were tearing up which was doing an adequate job of
washing the sting away for the moment.  I don't mind the crusty feeling on
my skin, but why do they like to shoot it into my eyes?

   Olivia heard the door open again and Carl's voice boomed out.

   "Ok kid, things have changed a little.  The foreman says we have to be
out of here in twenty minutes or he is going to call the cops.  His ass is
on the line for these guys not getting anything done out here.  I proposed
an idea and some of the guys seem to be willing to give it a shot.  Oh and
I have something for you, open up."

   Olivia felt a little round object fall into her mouth and recognized the
taste as one of the same pills he'd given her at the motel.  She also felt
him probing his finger around the inside of her pussy.  "What are you doing
Carl?"

   "A little something for the pain.  It'll kick in, give it a few
seconds," he said as he pushed another finger full of the white powder into
her pussy and worked it around her reddened flesh.

   After a few minutes of Carl's finger poking and prodding inside her
pussy, Olivia said, "I think I can feel it working.  I mean, I don't think
I feel the aching anymore.  Uhh, so what plan changed?"

   "Sam still wants to fuck you, and he thought he and his other pal
Charles would have time to fuck you before the time was up.  They're the
two biggest guys out there so they kinda over-ruled any complaints from the
other guys.  I suggested that if the other guys wanted, they could either
pick two to come in and have you suck them off while you fuck Sam and
Charles, unless you think you can suck off more than two guys in twenty
minutes, or they could all come in and jerk-off on your face."

   "And...  what did they decide?" Olivia could feel his finger still
working around inside her pussy and besides making the pain go away, it was
turning her on like crazy.  God, I need another dick in me now!

   "A bunch decided to go back to work, but there's about ten guys who are
going to jerk-off on you."

   "Cool, that sounds like fun!" Olivia could feel her head starting to
swim a little.  It felt different than the feelings she remembered from
those that the pill produced before, plus it was too quick.  She recalled
the pill taking about twenty minutes to start to work and a whole hour
before it seemed to be at maximum effect.  What did Carl stick in me to
make me feel this way?  I don't know but it feels really awesome!

   As the sensations began to accelerate, Olivia began to feel more alive
than she'd ever felt before.  The tiredness that had been creeping into her
bones was quickly being replaced by a new sense of vigor, it was also
making her really horny all of a sudden, and Carl's finger worming its way
around inside her cunt wasn't helping matters.  "Carl what was that stuff
you put inside me?"

   "Nothing kid, just a little pick-me-up.  Why?"

   "Cause it's making me really horny.  And it's making me want to fuck all
night long!  So what is it?"

   Carl was debating about telling his young slut that he'd just swabbed
her pussy very thoroughly with cocaine when he heard the trailer door open.
"Oh, the party is here, I'll tell you what that was later kid.  Have a
ball!"

   Olivia's eyes were still crusted shut, but she could tell by the
movement of the trailer, that a number of men had filed into the trailer,
and more were joining those already inside.  She could hear the various
comments the guys were making about her sexy body and how it was unfair
they couldn't fuck her.  "Don't worry guys, I can always come back again!"
Olivia piped up.  She could hear the sounds of zippers being pulled down
and it suddenly sounded like music to her ears.  Hands were suddenly on her
breasts, fingers pinching at her nipples making the already stiff tissue
even harder.  A moan escaped her lips as their touches felt electric, the
skin on her body feeling more alive than she ever thought possible. 
Whatever Carl had put inside her pussy was making her head spin and her
body jump from the intense input from just her tits alone.  It was going to
be a very fun experience, her first group sex event and she couldn't even
see what was going on.  Thank God I thought of capturing this on video! 
What a rush this is going to be when I watch this tomorrow!

   Olivia felt a warm blunt object touch her lips.  It had to be a cock she
thought, and opened up to welcome the intruder.  It felt warm and very huge
and although quite soft, was getting harder and thicker by the second as
she sucked and licked at the bloated phallus.  This has got to be Sam
Olivia thought as she sucked away on the giant cock.  By the time it felt
hard, she could barely keep it in her mouth it was so big.

   "That's it baby, get my baby-maker good and wet so I can fuck ya
proper."

   That's not Sam's voice!  Olivia realized that the giant cock in her
mouth wasn't Sam's after all!  His voice made him sound like he was
African-American.  Maybe this was the Charles guy Carl mentioned.  I can't
believe there's another guy out there with a cock as gigantic as Sam's! 
Without even opening her eyes, The Queen knew that she had to have this
giant cudgel spearing between her legs.  Her current state of arousal and
the feelings going through her body from whatever Carl had stuffed in her
pussy, was turning her into the insatiable slut she dreamed of becoming. 
Spitting the gigantic cock from her lips, Olivia begged, "Please fuck me
with this now."

   "Oh you betta believe it baby.  I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk
straight no more," replied the very deep voice behind the super thick cock.
If Olivia could have seen it with her own eyes, she would have been a
little scared.  Easily ten inches long, and two and a half inches across,
Sam's coworker Charles Anderson was packing enough meat to scare the hell
out of most women.  He doubted this tiny little blonde girl would be able
to take him without a fuss, but he'd been waiting for over an hour to fuck
her, and wasn't about let his lost hour of wages go without recourse.

   Moving back to the end of the desk and bumping the other guys out of the
way who'd crowded around the young girl, Charles stepped between her legs
as they hung over the edge of the desk.  He pulled them up onto his meaty
shoulders until her legs stuck straight up into the air.  "You got some
fine legs there girl, but not as fine as that sweet pussy looks from where
I'm standing.  It's going to look real nice with my big black cock slidin
up into that cute little white pussy you got there." Pulling her ass up to
the edge of the desk, he fisted his thick black cock and pushed it into her
cunt folds and slid it up and down, adding her own secretions to his
already spit-lubed-cock.  "Damn girl, that's one wet pussy you got there.
You must be some kinda horny little freak to want to be here and be this
wet with all of us here ready to fuck you like dis!"

   Olivia had lain there throughout the whole dialogue about how good her
pussy looked and all that, waiting for him to stick his giant cock into her
waiting hole, but she was getting way too horny to wait any longer.  "Just
fuck me with it already, I don't have all night!" That brought a chorus of
laughs from the other guys who were jockeying around her head trying to get
close enough to maybe get their cocks sucked too.  "And if you can get
close enough, I'd be happy to suck on anybody who can get their cock in my
mouth." That was all the invitation the guys needed and Olivia felt jostled
by the bodies trying to sink their cocks home.  She felt a tap on her cheek
from something warm and opened up to take another cock into her mouth, this
one however was completely normal sized.  At the same time, Olivia felt
Charles take her up on her offer and start pushing his cock into her tight
little pussy.

   It felt like getting punched in the gut as his plum sized head started
to push its way inside.  It felt easily as big as Sam's, maybe even bigger
as her hyper sensitive body sent every nerve firing towards her brain as
the massive tool split her open.  If not for the cock in her mouth, she
surely would have screamed at the intrusion.  Still the massive member
plowed forward, Olivia didn't even have time to adjust to the size before
it pushed inwards.  It made all the cocks before this seem like baby-sized
versions as her pussy felt stretched beyond comprehension.  It felt like a
baseball bat was slamming its way home as the pressure she felt from
Charles' hands on her thighs pulled his cock even further inside.  Her legs
felt like they were caught in a vise from the pressure he was exerting on
them.  And then he stopped.

   "How'dya like that baby-doll?  You like how ma big cock feels in yo
little white pussy?  "I ain't got all night" my ass.  I fuck my bitches the
way I want, for as long as I want, and you are about to get the jack-hammer
treatment!" he said with a laugh.

   Olivia felt him slowly start to slide his enormous cock back out until
it felt like he was going to pull it all the way out, and they it came...
he slammed it back inside as hard as he could muster.  Olivia felt the wind
get knocked out of her as his cock slammed hard against her cervix. 
Spitting the cock out of her mouth, she grunted out loud as she took the
thick phallus forcefully back into her fuck tube.  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
please take it easy, please!" Olivia cried out.

   "Don't worry baby, I ain't gonna hurt you, but you ain't getting it too
easy either.  Hold on for the ride of yo sweet young life!"

   Olivia grabbed onto her breasts instinctively as Charles started pushing
his cock into her pussy like a locomotive gaining speed down the track.  He
started out slow and picked up the rhythm as her cunt muscles got used to
his girth.  Olivia felt the giant cock stretching her tunnel out and hit
spots inside of her cunt she'd never felt before.  Every in-stroke sent
shivers up and down her spine as every neuron in her pelvic region fired
simultaneously.  The moans escaping her lips were guttural and raw, and
sounded like an animal in heat.  It was all because of the massive phallus
staking her pussy with every thrust.  She had no idea how much of his cock
was going inside, or how big it really was, but it felt like he was fucking
her with some gigantic battering ram as each stroke fired up feelings she
couldn't even begin to describe.  She was going to cum very soon, just from
the fucking he was giving her.  The cocks surrounding her head were vainly
trying to get back into her mouth as the moaning continued, but Olivia was
lost in a world where only the action in her cunt mattered.  Her very being
was focused on the feelings emanating from her pussy, it was going to make
her cum any second.  Then his thumb went to her little clit and Olivia felt
her head just about explode.

   "Aghhhhhhhhh!" she screamed.  And then felt her body explode with a
force she'd not yet experienced.  She felt his fingers pinch her clit hard
and the waves of her orgasm intensified, drawing out another powerful
scream that was she unable to stop.  Her body was not her own as she felt
her limbs thrash about uncontrollably, her back and shoulders bouncing
around on the desk top.  And throughout the ordeal, Charles held her legs
tightly, his cock buried deep within her cunt as the waves of pleasure
rolled on.  His grip on her clit never letting up as the orgasm continued.

   Olivia had no idea how long she'd been thrashing around, or what was
going on around her, but she felt a warm splatter land on her forehead
followed by several more shots as they landed on her face and chest.  Some
of the guys standing around her head were cumming and it felt like a warm
rain shower as their combined cum rained down on her.  It landed
everywhere, on her eyes, cheeks, some landed in her hair, some dribbled
into her ears.  Several shots landed on her chest as some of the guys
seemed to be aiming for her tits.  How they all managed to cum at the same
time was a mystery as her eyes were truly sealed shut now with all the
fresh cum pooling around her eye sockets.  And still her orgasm rolled on.

   After what seemed like a lifetime of sexual reward, Olivia felt her
orgasm begin to waiver and her body return to its normal state as Charles
released her clitty and resume his stroking again.  Apparently he hadn't
cum yet and was ready to resume his eager fucking.  "That's right baby,
that's how you always gonna cum on my cock.  These otha dudes be paying to
fuck your sweet little pussy, but you be paying me for my dick and what it
can do!  Remember that!  This one's free tonight only!"

   Olivia was inclined to think he was probably right.  If she orgasmed
like that every time on his huge dick, she'd gladly pay for that!  Despite
coming down from such an intense orgasm, Olivia felt her body responding as
he resumed fucking his meaty cock back into her hungry pussy.  Now that she
was used to it, she was eagerly pushing her hips back at his thrusting
man-tool.  Not that she needed to, Charles still had a death-grip on her
thighs as he slammed her legs and hips back towards his cock with every
thrust.  Her pussy would be sore tomorrow, but right now it felt amazingly
right.

   Olivia was suddenly struck with the urge to see just what his monster
cock looked like as it violated her pretty little pussy and sat up, and
with her fingers, wiped away as much of the congealed cum from her eye
sockets.  It was like looking through a glass of milk from what she could
make out.  Looking down Olivia saw Charles Anderson in the flesh.  He was
every bit of a mountain of a man as Sam was.  Looking over his shoulder,
Olivia saw Sam and he was grinning from ear to ear as his buddy slammed his
cock home, over and over again.  Looking around, Olivia saw that there were
still around six guys fisting their cocks, urging her to lay back down.

   Oh, the cum shower must have only been from like four guys or something.
It felt like more she thought.  Olivia wasn't back down on the desk for
more than a second before the first dick in line was poking at her cheek.
Opening up, Olivia greedily sucked it inside.  Her orgasm had just primed
her engine for more, and she was starting to feel the pill kicking in,
adding to the euphoric feeling she was already experiencing from the stuff
Carl had put in her pussy.  Olivia used her hands to feel behind her and
locate two other cocks and started to stroke them with her tiny hands. 
Charles' fucking was arousing her just as much as the new cocks she was
stroking near her head.

   Alternating between the cock in her mouth and the ones she was fisting,
Olivia pulled one towards her occupied mouth and traded it for the new
cock. Back and forth she went sampling the cocks around her head until
she'd sucked on them all.  About that time, Olivia felt Charles pull out of
her pussy and heard him usher the way clear for him.

   "Here baby, I got my cum ready for you, open up and say awwww."

   Olivia felt Charles pull her head back over the edge of the desk and
invert her head downwards so that the top of her head was facing the floor.
Opening her mouth as instructed she felt Charles' massive cock slide into
her mouth.  It felt impossibly big in her mouth and made her wonder how
he'd fit such a big cock into her tiny little pussy.  I guess it's not so
tiny anymore!  Olivia could feel Charles pumping on his cock while he kept
the head stuffed in her mouth.  Expecting his cock to blast the back of her
head off, Olivia was surprised when he pulled out of her mouth and
immediately fired volley after volley into her mouth and onto her face.  It
was like a fire-hose as it continued to spurt shot after shot of cum onto
her face.  If she felt painted in cum before, now she was totally hosed
down with his creamy white stuff.  Olivia felt the spurting subside and
felt Charles wipe his cock off in her hair.  Her beautiful blonde hair was
now a dish towel for cocks.

   No sooner had Olivia felt Charles release her hair, when she felt a pair
of hands on her legs pull her back towards the end of the desk.  Somebody
else was between her legs and was pushing her legs wide to make room for
what had to be another big body.  Please be Sam, please be Sam Olivia
pleaded silently.  Whomever it was, was rubbing the warm blunt end of his
cock through her drenched pussy lips, picking up the necessary moisture to
allow another large cock inside.

   Olivia felt her pussy split open once again as a massive tool began
burrowing its way inside.  The slow and steady progress felt familiar as
inch by inch the big cock pushed inside.  It felt very big and very hard as
she felt it hit the bottom of her channel.  The silent guy at the end of
the dick started slowly extricating his tool from her tight pussy and then
just as surely, pressed back in.  It was slow and it was methodical and it
was familiar.  "Hi Sam, finally it's you."

   "Hi Olivia, yep it's me.  How are you?" Sam inquired.  Seeing his
beautiful little fuck-doll so cum splattered was exciting and perverted at
the same time.  She was very beautiful and very sexy and although he didn't
want to share her with his coworkers, he knew this would elevate him with
his coworkers like nothing else ever could.  He'd love to make her his
girlfriend, but he was sure both his momma, and her momma would never agree
to it.  If nothing else, if she let him fuck her now and then, that was a
pretty close second.  The feel of her tight pussy as it hugged his cock
felt sublime.  Most girls couldn't handle his big cock, but this girl
seemed to be able to take it and enjoy the hell out of it.  Too bad she had
her mouth stuffed with so many cocks he thought.

   Olivia had returned to her cock duty, sucking the guys off one after the
other.  So far none of the six remaining guys had cum yet and time was
ticking.  Her attention to her cock-sucking was slowly being drawn back to
Sam's constant fucking.  His slow and steady method was building her next
orgasm nice and patiently.  It was going to be a beautiful one, and one
that she would savor when it rolled through her.  Pulling one of her hands
free from the next dick in line, Olivia snaked it down to her crotch and
started to gently toy with her clit, allowing her orgasm to slowly brew. 
Right about then the cock in her mouth started spurting.  It was an amazing
thing.  To be fucked by a giant cock while stroking her clit and sucking on
a spurting cock at the same time.  Truly a wonderful thing and something
Olivia was planning on doing a lot, taking more than one guy at a time. 
Pretty soon she was hoping she could take on three at a time, but that
would be for another day.

   The cock in her mouth pulled out, and she felt him use her hair to wipe
his cock off.  Pretty soon my hair is going to fuse into one solid mass of
cum and hair!  The next guy in line pushed his cock into her mouth and
mouth-fucked her hoping to get off before their time was up.

   Olivia must have had the guys all pretty close to cumming because one by
one they each stepped up and fired their cum into her waiting mouth as her
orgasm crept closer and closer to bursting.  The six cum shots she greedily
swallowed down were adding to her arousal just as Sam started picking up
the pace.  His giant cock sluicing away at her juicy cunt as Olivia's
finger started dancing quickly on her clit.  She was hoping to time her
orgasm with his and she felt the urgency in his movements quicken.

   With her fingers strumming quickly over her clit, Olivia felt the giant
cock splitting her open suddenly throb to life as Sam started to spill his
seed deep within her confines.  That was all it took as the Queen took that
as the ultimate thank-you, his cum dumping into her womb got her over the
edge.  Like a tidal wave crashing down on a shore line, Olivia felt her
orgasm blast through her body.  It was an incredibly satisfying moment.  It
was tender, it was sexy, it was amazing as Olivia felt an attraction for
the guy whose cock was still throbbing inside her cunt.  Even with her face
coated in the jism of half a dozen men, Olivia felt a closeness to Sam that
she knew was dangerous territory.

   Pulling his cock from her sweet little blonde furred pussy, Sam pulled
up his pants and said, "Thanks Olivia, I gotta go.  I hope to see you again
sometime soon!" And with that he walked over to the door and left.

   "What the hell just happened?" Olivia said aloud.  She has been basking
in her post-orgasmic bliss and didn't realize through the chemical fog in
her brain what was going on.  Expecting Sam to stick around and enjoy the
moments after their coupling, Olivia was shocked by his rapid departure. 
The trailer was suddenly silent as Olivia realized she was now alone.  One
minute I'm orgasming and having a truly wonderful experience with the man,
and then he just leaves me all alone!

   Olivia sat up for the first time in as long as she could remember and
felt her feet touch the floor.  Standing up, Olivia felt the whole trailer
sway as she realized for the first time how fucked up she really was.  Her
hands went to her face and felt the combined dry and still-wet cum coating
her entire face.  Fumbling towards the file cabinet she recalled along the
wall, Olivia was relieved to find her phone still sitting there.  Aiming it
at her face, Olivia wanted to get a close up of her glazed doughnut-like
appearance.

   Scraping as much of the sticky cum from her eyes, Olivia made her way
over to a water cooler and found a roll of paper towels on a counter top
nearby.  Wetting the paper towels with the cold water, Olivia did her best
to wash the cum away from her eyes, although cold water and semen are not a
good combination.  It's like oil and water, they just don't mix.  Satisfied
she'd done all she could to scrub off as much of the caked on goop away,
Olivia opened her crystal blue eyes to see her unobstructed world inside
this now infamous trailer for the first time in well...  quite a while. 
Looking down at her phone, she saw it was only a little after nine o'clock.
She'd fucked thirteen guys so far tonight, not including Carl, blown six
more and got cummed on by four more on top of that!  And I still have time
left before I have to be home!  Woo hoo!

   The mattes of cum encrusted in her golden hair would have to wait until
she had a shower as she tried to wash away the remaining cum caked onto her
face.  It was tough sledding without soap and a proper washcloth, but
Olivia was satisfied she'd removed enough of the cum to be publicly
presentable.  Of course beauty was in the eye of the beholder as Olivia
slipped the black skirt up her tanned and toned thighs.  It was funny
Olivia thought, her thighs hadn't seen much of each other over the past few
hours, they been spread wide and often tonight with various men parked
between them, and it was good for them to be side by side again!  As she
stood there, Olivia felt Sam's cum start to dribble down her thighs,
looking down she realized there was quite a bit of the stuff already stuck
to the soft skin lining the inside of her thighs.  Little white streaks
glazed their way down her legs and it looked incredibly slutty with as much
as there was coated onto her supple skin.  It felt good though, and
mentally it made her feel even better with the pill kicking in nicely added
to whatever had Carl stuffed inside of her, making her feel like she'd
truly achieved the mega-slut status the Queen had been lusting for.

   Olivia had given in completely to the Queen's wanton desires, and She
and her were now as one.  A shiver passed down her spine at the realization
that she was truly in a class unto herself now, as she stood there caked in
cum from head to toe, her body tingling and her pussy ready for more.

   Forgoing her bra, Olivia pulled her tight t-shirt on over her shapely
B-cup breasts, noting that there were still clumps and streaks of cum
coated onto her chest too.  Oh well, that'll be my badge of honor, wearing
my men's cum on my body.  It was sexy and it was slutty, and the Queen
loved it.  She'd be happy bathing in a pool of cum she thought as she
adjusted her clothing one last time before stuffing her bra into her purse,
and heading for the door.  Olivia remembered she'd left her sandals outside
like door, and padded gently over to the exit.

   Stopping at the door, Olivia looked back and counted the numbers in her
head, she'd officially taken her thirtieth cock in her pussy tonight with
Charles being the thirtieth.  She was unsure how to count the six guys that
had blown their seed down her throat.  They didn't really fuck me, unless
you count oral sex as proper sex.  Hmmm..., I'll have to think about that
one.

   Stepping down from the doorway and retrieving her sandals, Olivia looked
up and saw several of the guys who hadn't yet returned to work, standing
there staring at her.  They were returning her gaze and then as if on cue,
started clapping in unison.  The Queen was getting some well-earned
applause from her adoring fans and it made Olivia blush, not because she
was embarrassed by her actions, but because it was they who deserved the
applause.  The Queen had used them just as much if not more than they'd
used her.  Her tingly pussy was proof of the generous effort they'd put in
for her.  "Thanks guys, I really appreciate everything you did for me!"
Olivia walked over the where Carl was standing; he and the supervisor were
chatting and smiling.  They each looked like the cat who'd caught the
canary.  There were up to something, and chances were it involved her.  And
more than likely it would add up to something the Queen would like.  "Hi
Carl, what's up?"

   "Hi kid.  Oh, this is Ronny, I think you met earlier," he said gesturing
to the supervisor who'd spent much of the last hour and half barking away
outside of the trailer.

   "Hi Ronny, pleased to meet you," Olivia said with her hand extended.

   Ronny looked down at the pretty blonde girl in front of him, standing
there waiting for him to take her hand.  Her mascara was smeared across her
face and her hair was matted down into clumps.  She looked like the guys
had really done a number on her.  But there she stood with a big grin on
her face like she'd just stepped off the greatest roller coaster a kid her
age could ever hope to ride.  It was the ride of her life from what the
guys had said after they exited the trailer, one after the other.  He'd
expected her to come out with tears streaming down her face after biting
off more than she could chew, but nope, it certainly didn't look that way
now.

   He looked her over once more, she was a tiny thing and had a nice shape
to her, standing there with her short skirt on, her boobs poking out just
enough to suggest she had a modest handful under her shirt.  He could see
through the mess she'd become and recognized she was truly beautiful, and
once she put a few more years behind her, would make a truly stunning
woman. Her bright eyes and cute nose glowed under the harsh mercury vapor
blubs lighting the site from the surrounding darkness.  The lights showed
the glaring streaks down her cheeks and neck where the guy's cum had
splashed.  She'd obviously missed those spots in her attempt to clean
herself up.  Looking down at her shirt, there were splotches there too
where the cotton had stuck to whatever droplets of cum remained on her
chest.  Glancing down, he could make out little glossy runners where cum
had dipped down her legs.  She should have looked used up, but she didn't,
she looked fresh and ready for more.  She seemed to be everything the guys
had said she was, a hot little number that took everything the guys had to
offer, and left her wanting more.

   Taking her hand, Ronny said, "Pleased to meet you young lady.  Did you
have a nice time?" He tried his best to hold back the sarcasm as the words
spilled out of his mouth.  The truth was, as much as her young age and her
sexual depravity offended him, he was dying to spill his own seed in her
nubile body.  It seemed given the arrangement he'd just made, there would
be time for that in the near future.

   "I had a great time.  Would you mind if I came back again sometime?"
Olivia replied.  The drugs were making her feel light-headed and a little
out of focus as she stood there in front on the guys, but that was ok.  It
was also making her feel really relaxed and ready to accept whatever fate
the rest of her evening may have in store.  A drop of cum was snaking its
way down her thigh and she could feel it, it felt like a little spider was
slowly running down her leg.  Strangely enough, it felt electrified as it
slithered over each minute leg hair, the nerves attached to each follicle
sending signals to her brain that it interpreted as pleasurable thanks to
the ecstasy coursing through her body.

   Olivia was focusing on Ronny's eyes as they roamed over her body, he
looked horny enough to fuck her right there on the ground.  I wonder why he
didn't come into the trailer?  I'm ready if he wants me right now.

   "Yeah Olivia, we were just working out the details for your next visit.
I understand you'll be charging money from here on, so your next visit will
be worthwhile for all of us," Ronny answered with a smile.  I wonder if I
should sample her now, or wait until next time?  She'd just fucked a score
of his guys and she was probably coated in their cum, maybe I'll wait he
thought.

   "Details?" Olivia replied to both guys.

   "I'll explain in the car kid, want to get going?" Carl asked.  He
watched as Olivia's head slowly turned in his direction, her gaze focusing
on his.  Yeah, she's kinda fucked up, he concluded as he watched her eyes
swim into focus.

   "Sure Carl, that is unless Ronny would like some alone time before we
leave?"

   "Uhh, I think maybe next time," Ronny stammered.  Boy would I ever, but
I don't think I want sloppy seconds he thought.

   "Are you sure, I could suck you off if you don't want to fuck me?"
Olivia replied.

   "I appreciate the offer, maybe next time."

   "Ok, I guess we're done here then Carl."

   Olivia watched Carl and Ronny shake hands before Carl grabbed her by the
arm and walked her over to his car.  Climbing into the passenger seat,
Olivia pulled her left leg up onto the seat, spreading her knees wide in
the process.  She immediately shoved her hand under her skirt and began to
gently stroke her clit, she knew Carl loved it when she fondled herself in
his car.

   "Wow, you don't waste any time do you my dear?"

   "Nope, not when I feel this horny," Olivia replied as her eyes closed
and she let her body relax into the deep cushioning of the Crown Vic's
front seat.

   Carl could see her blonde fuzzy pussy as her fingers danced over her
pussy.  An hour and a half of watching guy after guy going in to fuck his
little sex toy had left him horny as hell, whatever plans she had for the
remainder of the evening were null and void.  He was going to clean her up
and fuck her, up until the very last second he could before having to take
her home.  Which gave him a thought.  "Hey kid, do you think you could ask
your mom if you could sleep over at a friend's sometime soon?"

   "Yeah, why?" Olivia sighed.  Her fingers felt divine as they fed her
brain a non-stop course of pleasure coming from between her legs.  She felt
as happy and relaxed as she could ever remember.

   "I just figured if you want to have another night like tonight, you
might want to do it without a time limit, then after you were done, you and
I could have time together."

   "Sure Carl, I can arrange that.  I'll just say I'm staying at Stacy's
house." Olivia paused momentarily and thought about her best friend,
tonight hadn't gone the way she wanted.  She'd have to call Stacy in the
morning and see what damage had been done to their friendship.  Olivia
returned her attention to her clit and lost herself in the feelings she was
experiencing.  She barely recognized that the car had stopped.  Looking up
she saw they were at Carl's place again.

   Carl swiftly escorted his girl inside and marched her straight into the
bathroom He wanted to fuck her long and slow with their remaining time, and
with her coated all over in cum, there was no way he wanted her in his bed
that way.  Unless it was his own cum dripping off her of course!  Stripping
her down took all of two seconds since all she had on was the black skirt
and the tight t-shirt.  Adjusting the water just right, Carl turned on the
shower and tossed her inside.  Carl stripped down and climbed in with her.

   Olivia was enjoying the treatment, Carl was doing all the work and she
was just along for the ride.  His hands went to work soaping her body up
from head to toe.  "Oh that feels so good Carl," Olivia purred as his
strong hands worked the lather over her tired muscles.  It's hard to
believe that fucking could be that physically tiring she thought.  His
hands roamed freely as the grime of the evening washed away.  Olivia moaned
as his fingers found her slit and worked the lather into her folds,
cleaning away the drying cum that saturated her labia.  Olivia felt her
legs get rubbery as two of his thick fingers wormed their way inside,
intent on getting her as clean as possible.  Throwing her arms around his
shoulders, Olivia pressed her breasts up against his hairy chest and hung
on as his fingers did more than just clean her out, she was getting
intensely aroused and wanted more than just fingers sliding around inside
on her pussy.

   Withdrawing his fingers from her delectable cunt, Carl grabbed a bottle
of shampoo and started to wash Olivia's hair.  It was quite long he
realized as he worked the shampoo into her golden locks.  He could feel the
clumps of cum dissolve as he worked his soapy fingers through her soft
hair. It's amazing that even washing this girl's hair is a turn-on for me
he thought as he felt his cock stir to life.  It was poking her in the butt
cheeks right along the top of the crack of her ass.  If she hadn't been so
short in comparison, Carl was sure he'd be sliding into her asshole at the
moment.

   Olivia felt the warm intruder sliding up the cleft of her ass cheeks as
his hands worked their way from her hair.  It was the first time in her
life she'd ever showered with another person and it was very erotic and
sexy.  Even fat hairy Carl could get her aroused, and all it took were his
hands on her body, and his cock sliding along her butt.  Reaching back, she
closed her hands around his hardening cock.  It felt thick and ready to
please.  Gently stroking up and down its length, Olivia found herself
wanting it desperately.  "Carl, will you fuck me now?  I'm so horny right
now, I can't even describe it."

   "Hold on little one, you still have soap in your hair." Spinning Olivia
around to face him, she had a pleading look in her eye that told him she
indeed was incredibly horny.  Pushing her gently back under the showerhead,
Carl carefully rinsed the soap from her hair, all the while she continued
stroking his cock and giving that same pleading look.  He was hard as steel
and ready to fuck her brains out, but he had another idea first, something
to really drive her crazy.

   Satisfied her hair was thoroughly rinsed, Carl leaned over sideways and
wrapped his meaty arms around her waist backwards.  Hoisting her upwards,
his arm positioning allowed him to invert her small body until she was
completely inverted with her crotch staring him in the face.  Her startled
scream made him laugh out loud.

   "Carl!  What are you doing?" Olivia shouted.  One second she had her
eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his hand working through her hair while
she held his manhood, and the next she was hanging upside down.  Looking
ahead, Olivia understood why, Carl's ball sack was staring her straight in
the face.  She felt him repositioning her up a little higher and his cock
was immediately in front of her.  Without need to be told, she grabbed onto
his tool and slid it into her mouth about the same time she felt Carl's
mouth lock onto her pussy.  "Oohhhh," she groaned around the phallus locked
between her lips.  He was licking and sucking on her pussy like a starving
man eating a meal.

   Carl loved the taste of her young pussy as he dug his tongue down into
her hole.  She tasted fresh and clean as he ran his tongue up and down her
slit before surging back into her velvety recess as deeply as he could
manage.  Dipping back up, he toyed with her swollen clit before gently
chewing on the little nub.  He could tell she was loving every second of
his attention by the hesitant pauses on his cock.  That was okay, he was
hard as steel and wanted to fuck her more than anything, although her
cock-sucking skills were markedly improved it seemed.

   Olivia felt light-headed in her inverted position and was finding it
hard to concentrate on giving Carl a good blowjob with the effort he was
putting in on her cunt.  The man knew how to eat a pussy, even in this
uncomfortable position.  Olivia felt her orgasm building fast.  Despite her
long and busy evening, she was feeling recharged and eager as he munched
away on her pussy.  She could feel him alternating between her clit and
tonguing her hole, they both felt amazing and were driving her insanely
horny.  His unshaven beard was rubbing against her tender clit every time
he stuck his tongue into her cunt and that alone was getting her closer to
orgasming, then when he returned to using his tongue on her clit, and it
jacked her up even more.  Olivia felt Carl surge his hips forward reminding
her that she had stopped sucking on his cock, the head pushed all the way
to the back of her throat and she could feel it cut off her air supply. 
With the water from the shower trickling down between their bodies, Olivia
could only breathe through her mouth or risk water-boarding herself by
sucking water up into her nasal cavity.  The thought only lasted a second
as Carl went back to shoving his tongue back into her steamy hole.

   Carl felt his cockhead as it hit the back of Olivia's throat and he knew
he'd gone deep.  He was waiting for the gagging sound, but it never came.
Hmm, maybe she's learning how to deep-throat better he wondered. 
Interesting position to test that skill.  Returning his attention to her
gash, he slid his mouth back to her clit and went to town, sensing an
immediate tensing on her body, yeah she was getting close to cumming.  Her
blonde pubes were tickling his chin as he continued working her slit. 
Maybe it's time to lose the pussy hair?  Maybe after she cums he thought.

   Olivia could feel her feet hitting the ceiling everytime Carl chewed on
her clit, it was driving her crazy they way he did that, and if he did that
while she was cumming, she was sure she'd end up slamming her feet right
through his ceiling!  She could feel him return to gently tonguing her clit
and she liked that best and knew that her orgasm was just seconds away. 
Trying her best to keep up the work on his meaty cock, Olivia continued
trying to take his cock as deeply as possible while stroking his shaft with
her free hand.  The other hand she was using to keep from banging her head
against the soap dish just inches from her cheek.

   Carl felt her body start to tense and knew she just seconds away from
cumming.  He wanted this to be a special one for her and had his plan all
ready to put into action.  Tonguing her tasty little morsel, Carl worked it
back and forth, circling his tongue around and around until he felt her
body suddenly go rigid, she was cumming and now was the time.  With force,
Carl shoved his cock forward and buried it deeply down Olivia's throat.  He
knew she wouldn't be able to breathe, and by the time her orgasm was
finished, she would be very short of air.  He felt her body thrash about
against his as her orgasm worked its magic.

   Olivia couldn't remember a time when she'd felt her body on more of a
sensory overload than this.  She was going through one of the most powerful
orgasms of her life, all the while having Carl's thick cock shoved way past
the back of her throat.  She couldn't breathe and the force of his hip
thrust had bashed her head against the back of the shower wall hard enough
to make her see stars.  To top it all off she was still inverted and the
rush of blood to her head from her orgasm was making her head feel like it
was going to explode!  Throughout the powerful orgasm, Olivia could feels
Carl's teeth crushing her little clit tightly and it was sending massively
powerful signals to her already overloaded brain.  The cock in her throat
wasn't going anywhere and she was running short on oxygen as her orgasm
continued pounding through her body.  She could feel her heels scraping
painfully along the ceiling of the shower as she fought against the
involuntary muscle spasms her body was producing.  Never in her life had
Olivia felt such a mass of sensations coming from all over her body.  Just
when she felt the world starting to go black around her from lack of oxygen
and from sensory overload, Olivia felt Carl pull his cock out of her throat
and felt her orgasm begin to wane.

   Carl heard the huge gasp for air the second he pulled his cock back.  He
knew he was lucky she hadn't chomped down on his member with her teeth.  It
was a risk, but he was confident her inner slut wouldn't allow her to harm
her source of pleasure.  She'd nearly bucked her body free from his grasp
as she came, but he'd held on and kept his cock seated in her throat and
his teeth clamped down on her clit throughout the whole orgasm.  It was an
experiment and she'd come through with flying colors.  She could have
easily thrown up from the gag reflex, but she hadn't, and she'd cum harder
than he'd ever felt a woman cum before.  "Easy there my dear, let me help
you down." Carl slowly lowered the panting girl down onto the floor of his
bathtub while he stood over her body.  She looked beautiful as she played
out in front of him, her charms on full display as she sucked in breath
after breath.  "Well, how did you like it?"

   Between breaths, Olivia wheezed, "Carl that was amazing.  Did you know
that was going to happen to me?"

   "Know what was going to happen to you my dear?"

   "That was the biggest orgasm I've ever had in my life!  I thought I was
going to black out there at the end, but other than that, it was simply
incredible!"

   "Yeah, it's erotic asphyxiation, it's supposed to enhance your cum if
you are choking yourself at the moment you cum.  Was it good?" "Hell yeah.
I've heard of that somewhere before, but I thought it was called
auto-erotic something?"

   "The auto part is if you do it by yourself, I think.  If I do it to you,
you drop the auto- part." Looking down at Olivia with her legs still
splayed open, Carl remembered he wanted to shave her pussy.  "Hey kid,
would you mind if I gave you a shave?  Your pubes were tickling my chin
when I was eating you out."

   "I don't mind...  Do you think it will make me look sexier?"

   "Hell yeah!"

   **************************

   Olivia laid there in the bottom of the tub while Carl fished out a razor
and some shaving cream.  As he massaged the cream into crotch, it was all
she could do to keep from jumping onto his stiff pole.  Carl was kneeling
in front of her with the shower water raining down his strong back.  Little
mini-droplets were splashing off his back and gently falling down on her
face and chest as she stared at the package of meat hanging down between
his legs.  Olivia was maybe an hour removed from taking her thirtieth cock
in her cunt, and here she was completely mesmerized by the hairy sack
hanging under his dick.  Why haven't I paid any attention to that before?
As she stared at it, she could see the wrinkly skin moving slowly, his
balls adjusting their position.  It was fascinating to watch the wrinkly
thing undulating like that, it seemed to be in constant movement as it hung
there.  I think I'm going to have to spend some up-close-and-personal time
checking that thing out one of these days.  The feel of Carl's razor
scraping over her meager collection of pubic hairs brought Olivia's
attention back to her own body.

   Looking down, she was amazed at how quickly she went from having a
growing copse of womanly pubic hair reduced down to a smooth slit, bald as
a baby's bottom.  What she recognized as a symbol of her burgeoning
womanhood, was now rinsing lazily down the drain.

   "Lift your legs up so I can get all the way down there," Carl
instructed.

   Lifting her legs up higher in the cramped tub was a challenge, but in
moments, Olivia saw all traces of her hair were gone.  It looked slick and
smooth as Carl wiped away the last traces of the shaving cream.

   "That looks really sweet and tasty kid.  Let's get out of here so I can
eat you out again and see if it feels as smooth as it looks.

   Sweet, he's going to eat me out again.  That's easily worth a little
pubic hair!  With her pussy freshly shaved all the way down to her asshole,
Olivia dried herself off with a towel and followed Carl out of the bathroom
and into his bedroom.  Glancing at the clock on her dresser, Olivia noted
that it was almost ten o'clock, just enough time for a little departing fun
before going home.  As she climbed up onto the bed and fell back onto the
pillows Carl had propped up for her, Olivia realized that a part of her was
disappointed.  The Queen had hoped Carl would take her somewhere else so
she could acquire a few more notches on her scorecard instead of coming
here, but as she watched him climb up and settle between her outstretched
legs, his face diving into her freshly shaved pussy, Olivia accepted that
this was still good too.

   Carl's hot tongue slid up and down her smooth slit and fireworks went
off again.  He seemed to relish eating her pussy, and with the feelings he
was producing, it was something she'd allow him to do as often as he liked.
I'll do anything for this man as long as he eats me out like this
afterwards.  Olivia settled in and felt her next orgasm building.  Her
hands went to Carl's head and ran her fingers through his grey hair,
pulling his face into her slit hard.  His tongue meanwhile toyed and teased
her to her approaching climax, her legs writhing around next to his bulky
form as he worked his magic.

   With another of her countless orgasms behind her, Olivia welcomed Carl's
flabby body onto hers as he slowly worked his hardened tool into her
waiting cunt.  Her kitty was leaking like a sieve from the two consecutive
orgasms he'd given her thanks to his talented tongue.  He wasn't as big as
Sam or Charles, but his cock felt wonderful as it slid home where it
belonged.  Olivia was feeling very relaxed as the two settled into a really
nice fuck.

   Looking up at the man, Olivia thought back to everything Carl had done
for her over the last few days.  He'd been her tormentor on the first day,
but had turned into something much more than that since.  He'd sacrificed
his time to help her become what she'd wanted to be.  Sure he was getting a
half-share of the cash her pussy had provided, but he was also making it
all happen.  Her emotions got the better of her and without even
understanding why, Olivia grabbed Carl by the cheeks, and guided her mouth
to his.  She locked her lips onto his and gave him as passionate a kiss as
she knew how.

   She tasted his cigarettes as his tongue found hers and for reasons she
couldn't explain, found her body respond intensely to their kiss.  Locking
her legs around his waist, Olivia thrust her hips up at his and bucked
away, impaling her body onto his cock.  She'd felt a moment's hesitation as
they began to kiss, but now she could feel him returning the kiss with the
same amount of passion she was offering.

   Carl sensed something had happened between them, her kiss wasn't just a
casual "we're fucking so let's kiss because it's convenient" kiss, this had
serious emotion to it, or so it seemed.  This had "potential problem"
written all over it.  They had a business relationship, and that's all he
thought.  She was a good fuck and was horny enough to make the both of them
some very nice cash.  He didn't need her becoming emotionally attached to
him, unless of course it helped cement their business relationship.  In
that case it isn't a terrible thing.  Ah, who am I kidding, she can't find
me attractive, maybe it's just the heat of the moment?  Either way, it felt
nice being kissed like this for a change he reasoned.  It had been a long
time since he'd been in a real relationship, and the whores he fucked
didn't kiss him at all, so Carl did the only thing that made any sense, he
kissed the girl back with all the passion he could muster.

   Olivia lost herself for the moment.  She wasn't having feelings for the
man other than extreme gratitude for granting her the opportunity to
realize her dream.  It felt nice and it felt right, it was the proper way
and the only way she knew how to thank him appropriately for everything
he'd provided.  The urge to fulfill her dream, and then realizing her dream
had meant so much to her.  To most girls, a dream such as this would seem
insane, but as she lay there with his thick cock sluicing in and out of her
pussy, Olivia couldn't have been more content, even if Carl did have
cigarette breath.

   Olivia could feel that Carl was in no hurry to cum, he was just enjoying
everything her body had to offer, and she was taking as much enjoyment out
of their coupling as he was.  Sure the train of men she'd had earlier in
the evening had been a rush, and sure that's what the Queen had wanted, but
this was so satisfying, laying here just fucking at a relaxing pace like
they had all the time in the world.  Time?  Breaking their kiss, Olivia
looked over at the clock, and felt her panic rising.  It was twenty minutes
past ten!  Her mom would be home around eleven and it was still a good
fifteen minute ride from here.  "Carl, we got a get out of here in the next
five or ten minutes, I have to be home before my mom."

   "Oh yeah, we got time," he said as he continued his leisurely pace.  Her
pussy felt like a furnace sheathed around his tool, how she could fuck as
many cocks as she had and still feel so warm and tight was really
something. That she could still be so wet and horny was what made her so
special.  In and out he went as if nothing else mattered, his flabby ass
cheeks rising and falling as he enjoyed her tight body.  A few more minutes
passed before she urged him again to hurry up.  "We got time babe, relax."

   "Carl, I can't relax, it's almost ten-thirty!  I'd at least like to be
in bed when my mom comes home, preferably asleep.  At this rate, I'll just
be walking in the door at the same time as her!  Seriously come on!" she
pleaded.

   "Come on?  How about cum in?" he joked.  Slap!  For a little thing, she
sure could hit hard he thought as the flat of her hand smacked him on one
of his ripe butt cheeks.

   "Carl, I mean it!" The look on his face made Olivia realize she had his
attention.

   "Fine princess, hold on tight then, because you just asked for it," he
said.  For a fat guy Carl had some strength and decided to show it now as
he turned the motor on high and started slamming his cock into her steamy
tunnel without warning.  One minute it was nice and slow and easy, the
next, an all out slam-fuck.  He could hear the squishing noises emanating
from her hole as his cock slammed into her tender pussy, the head of his
cock battering her cervix with every thrust.  Underneath him, Olivia was
whimpering under his assault, and just when he thought he was hurting her,
she pulled her knees up until they were almost up to her shoulders.  It
gave him an even better angle to attack her pussy, and allowed him to go
really deep.

   "Uhh, uhhh, uhhh," Olivia moaned as his cock plowed into her with a
force she'd only imagined him capable of.  It was a mixture of pain and
pleasure as his cock slammed into her cunt; with the ecstasy still working
it's magic, Olivia found the stimulation amazing.  "Oh God, Oh God, Oh
God...  I think I'm going to cum again," she groaned as the overload of
sensations became too much for the young girl.

   With a guttural scream, Olivia cried out; her body awash in orgasmic
bliss.  She could sense Carl's cock throbbing between her legs and his own
groan signaled they were sharing a mutual orgasm together.  Hugging him
tightly, Olivia clung on as her orgasm generated a cascade of pleasure,
emanating from her groin and travelling up and down her body.  She could
feel the diminishing frequency of his throbbing cock as her own orgasm
faded down to a relaxed high.  "Oh my God, I can't believe the orgasms
you've given me tonight," she sighed as she let her body fully relax under
her lover's weight.  "How did you know you'd make me cum like that?"

   "I wasn't even trying!  I was just trying to get myself off before I had
to take you home darling.  I guess it worked out well for both of us," he
said with a laugh.  Checking the time, he said, "Well I guess we better get
moving and get you home."

   "Seeing the time, Olivia freaked.  "Ten-forty!  Fuck, we gotta go!" With
all her strength, Olivia managed to push Carl off her body so she could
slither out of the bed.  Running to the bathroom, Olivia grabbed her skirt
and shirt and quickly threw them on.  "Come on Carl, get your clothes on
and let's go!"

   "Alright, I'm guess I'm ready enough."

   Olivia hurried into her sandals and headed out the door with a
disheveled Carl in tow.  It was the most panicked she'd ever felt in her
life.  What excuse could I even use?  How could I explain what I Iook like?
I'm wearing new clothes that have dried cum splattered on them, I have no
underwear or bra on, and my hair is still wet!  Not to mention I have a
trunk-full of new clothes with me.  Well I guess I could just leave them
with Carl for now.  Wait, I have my old clothes in the back seat still! 
Well that's halfway explainable, I could just say I was at Stacy's and lost
track of time.

   Reaching into the back seat Olivia retrieved the clothes she'd left the
house in and pulled them back into the front seat with her.  Stripping her
clothes off, Olivia grabbed her bra out of her purse and strapped it on,
then pulled her tank top on and swapped her skirt for the denim shorts. 
She had no idea where her underwear had gotten too, so she pulled the
shorts up her thighs and went commando.  The rough seam of the denim rubbed
into her pussy as she fastened the button, making her realize just how much
action the soft skin of her pussy had received tonight.  The drugs that had
dulled the ache earlier were wearing off, she was going to be sore tomorrow
she realized.

   "Hey kid, I forgot to tell you a couple of things from earlier.  Ronny
the supervisor from Sam's worksite, we agreed to split the money from his
guys, if and when you decide to go back.  An even third for each of us, you
cool with that?"

   "Uh, yeah, that's fine I guess." Olivia was so concerned about getting
fully dressed in time, she wasn't paying much attention to anything but her
attire and what she'd just agreed to was lost on her as she pushed the
button on her jean shorts through the hole.  Looking up as she finished
adjusting the crotch of her shorts, Olivia realized she was very close to
her house.  "Carl turn your lights off as you pull around the corner.  I
don't want my neighbors seeing me getting dropped off in your car two times
in the last couple of days.  They might notice and say something to my
mom."

   "Sure kid.  See, your mom's not home yet," Carl said while pointing to
the darkened house with the empty driveway.  "Hey you might want to leave
some lights on so your neighbors think you're home.  Just a suggestion."

   He was right, it looked like nobody was home.  She'd have to remember
that for the next time she planned on staying out all day getting fucked by
double digit numbers of guys.  The Queen would say yes to that every day.
Olivia knew that there were times to push the Queen to the background,
tomorrow would be one of those days.  She could feel it now, tomorrow would
be a day spent lazing about, waiting for her pussy to heal itself up.

   "Here we are, let's get your stuff out of the trunk quick so you can get
inside," he said giving her pat on the thigh.  He would have liked to see
if she would've given him another of those kisses as a goodnight kiss, but
that would be foolish in front her own house with neighbors potentially
watching.  Helping her collect her bags, Carl jumped back in his Carl and
called out to her, "Hey don't ya wanna know what the second thing was?"

   "What second thing?  She said as she started to walk up her driveway.

   "I'm almost positive your friend wasn't a virgin," he said before he
sped away.

   Olivia had made it up to her front steps before Carl's words struck
home. Stacy wasn't a virgin?  What would make him think that?  Who has she
had sex with?  Surely she would have told me, Stacy doesn't keep any
secrets from me, does she?  There would be time to ponder that little jewel
later she thought as she trudged up her front steps.

   Olivia was relieved beyond all description as she closed and locked the
front behind her, thankful she'd beat her mother home.  She'd dodged
another bullet as she hustled down the hallway and into her room.  Her mind
was racing, it was bad enough she was in panic-mode about barely beating
her mother home, now she had Carl's parting words to think about.  She had
her own worries and didn't need to be thinking about what secrets her best
friend might be keeping.  She had a new career as a prostitute and a
mega-slut, and there was too much on her plate to worry about.  I don't
know how I'm going to be able to keep this kind of stuff up.  It's way too
risky sneaking in and out like this every night, I'm gonna get caught. 
Mom's going to call or maybe just come home early one of these nights, and
then I'll be screwed.  What can I do?  All these questions were swirling
around in her head as she peeled her clothes off and pulled her pajamas on.

   Climbing into bed, Olivia laid there pondering what she could do to
protect her newfound hobby.  There had to be a way of keeping her sex drive
fed and still be able to keep her mother in the dark.  Carl's idea of the
sleepover was a really good idea actually, but that would require Stacy to
go along with it, and right now that was at best, a long-shot.  At least
until she found out what the fuck was going on with her.  What if Carl is
right, what if she's been fucking all along?  Even if Stacy went along with
Carl's sleep over idea, it would completely depend on her mother not
calling Stacy's mother to check on her.  There has to be a solution, there
just has to be.

   Her mind was going a million miles an hour as her body started shutting
down.  She felt physically exhausted for good reason.  She'd spent an
amazing amount of time having sex today and her wet pussy reminded her of
that fact.  No doubt some of the wetness was from Carl's sperm still inside
of her.  It was erotic though, knowing that she was going to bed with her
pussy still leaking sperm.  The Queen couldn't always be in control, but
she was there for moments just like this, appreciating the little things
that made her the slut she dreamed of becoming.  Olivia's eyes closed for
good and didn't even hear her mother come home shortly before midnight.
   ~ End of Chapter 5 ~