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 Chapter 7

   Olivia was right, the pain coming from her pussy and asshole made
yesterday's pain seem like nothing.  Hobbling down the hallway, she headed
into the kitchen in just her nightie, no underwear of course, and grabbed
for the bottle of Tylenol they kept in the kitchen cupboard.  Downing three
of the tablets, Olivia pulled open the fridge looking for something to eat,
hoping something appetizing would jump out at her.  Not finding anything
interesting, Olivia realized she hadn't eaten anything last night at all,
other than about a dozen loads of sperm.  I guess that cocaine kinda kills
your appetite.  I didn't even feel hungry at all last night.  I guess I was
a little too busy to think about eating!

   Passing her mother's room with the door ajar, Olivia saw her mom
sleeping peacefully and felt a pang of guilt.  There's no way her mother
would be sleeping at all these days if she knew what her daughter had been
up to she thought.  Closing her door, Olivia set about to do what she'd
planned for the day, check out her path of destruction from yesterday.

   Flipping her phone on, Olivia pressed the button for her photos page and
saw the thumbnails come up, and there was a shitload of them.  Going back
to the ones she took herself in the back of the van behind the restaurant,
Olivia tapped the one of Stacy sitting there holding the two dicks and
watched as it blew up to fill her screen.  Stacy looked happy sitting
there. It was amazing considering the outburst she'd had at Carl's place,
and just one day later she'd be sitting there after fucking two complete
strangers, getting her picture taken holding their cocks.  And that was
just the start!

   The next shots were ones Carl must have taken from the motel, and they
were of not only her and her guys, but Stacy too.  He'd recorded all the
guys she'd fucked too!  And there was video to go with it.

   For the next twenty minutes, Olivia carefully went through the pictures,
and quietly watched the videos.  The quality of the videos wasn't that
great, but it seemed it had more to do with the cameraman than the camera
itself.  It seemed Carl was trying to be as discrete as possible which
meant his efforts behind the camera were spotty at best.  But there was a
pretty accurate record there of all the guys the two of them had been with.


   It was interesting seeing the faces, so many of them she recognized from
the emails, and many of them she didn't.  I wonder of some of these guys
are friends, or maybe just stragglers in from the street?  It didn't matter
anyway, what was done was done, she had the sore body to prove it.

   Getting up off her bed, Olivia grabbed the cord from out of her desk
drawer and plugged her phone into her computer.  Waiting for iTunes to
start up, Olivia remembered her pill and decided now was as good a time as
any to stash her cash from last night and get her birth control pill out.

   Quietly removing the bottom drawer of her dresser, Olivia reached into
the small recess below the drawer and pulled out the small paper bag in
which she kept her money, it was much thinner since she and Stacy had gone
shopping.  Well that was about to change.  Hurrying over to her purse,
Olivia pulled out the wad of bills and returned to her dresser.  With the
new stash of bills inside the paper bag, Olivia replaced it in her dresser
bottom and grabbed her pill for the day.  Five pills gone and sixteen to
go. How many more guys will I have had by the time this pack is finished?

   The only other contents in the drawer bottom were the unused condoms
Carl had given her on her first trip to the motel.  I wonder if I should
start using those, just to be on the safe side?  The Queen screamed NO, and
offered her best advice: a good slut takes her man's cum without any regard
for the consequences.  That's what modern medicine is for!

   Olivia knew rationalizing any need for condoms was a waste of her time.
When it came down to it, her inner slut would over-rule her conscience and
she would go for the feeling of skin on skin every time.  Plus she loved
the feel of a cock spurting inside her pussy and the thought of it going
into a latex sheath just seemed wrong.

   Putting the drawer back into place, Olivia grabbed her pill and headed
back down the hallway towards the kitchen to get a glass of water.  She
didn't feel like dry swallowing it today.  Grabbing a bowl of her favorite
cereal, Olivia tip-toed back down the hallway, happy to see her mother
hadn't stirred since her last trip by her room.

   Sitting down gingerly at her computer, Olivia felt her loins scream out
in pain as her full weight came to rest on her overused genitals.  It was
something the Queen of the Sluts would have to get used to.  Her
dream-world pussy that could take on dozens of guys a night without
consequence was a total fallacy in the real world.  The painful truth was,
a girl couldn't do that without paying for it the next day.  And she was
paying for it now.  Two straight days of taking on a steady stream of dicks
had been foolish, but fun.  Olivia grabbed for the jar of cream Dr Sanders
had given to her and hiked up her nightgown.  Between the Tylenol and the
cream, she hoped it would get her through the day.  Slathering a generous
layer of cream onto her tender tissues, Olivia crossed her fingers and
hoped it would work a minor miracle.

   Getting back to her computer, she opened up her Word program and
selected her sex log from the recent items list.  A very dangerous thing to
leave so readily accessible if anyone ever went snooping and stumbled upon
her recent documents list.  I'll clear that later.

   The new entry she typed in under Day 5 read:

   What a day.  It started out lousy with a sore pussy leftover from Day 4,
thanks to all the guys from Sam's construction site.  But what I did
yesterday made Day 4 look like a walk in the park!  Here's what happened.

   The lousy continued when I was forced to eat Carl's ex's pussy in her
restaurant's bathroom.  I still have the lump on the back of my head to
prove it!  After that disgusting experience, it got much better quickly. 
Stacy joined my ranks and was there when the two of us fucked these three
guys Dale, Brad and Stu in the back of Carl's ex's van behind her
restaurant.  It was awesome, although it was a bit hot in that van.  I got
double fucked for the first time, one in the front, one in my ass.  I'm
still not comfortable even writing the "c" word let alone saying it,
although I love it when I get fucked in the...cunt.  There I wrote it.

   Anway, after that we went to see Eddy again and he ate cream pies out of
my...cunt, and ass all afternoon.  I started out with the guy in the next
room, his name was Tony.  After that it was just a line of guys all day
long.  I probably should have introduced myself and gotten some of their
names, but I was feeling pretty high.  Carl gave me ecstasy again, and then
gave me a bag of cocaine.  I was stoned on cocaine all day long.  I didn't
know that's what it was until later though, but by then I just wanted more.
High sex is the best, not that sex without isn't good, but sex on drugs is
amazing!

   Back to the log.  I'm only counting new cocks that I fuck in my cunt or
my ass, so I have to rule out the five guys I gave blow jobs to yesterday,
and of course I'm not counting Betty on any list.  I fucked twenty-six guys
at the motel yesterday over the course of almost seven hours.  Not bad I
guess.  That made my daily total twenty-nine guys not including the "just"
blowjob guys.  Hey!  I should start a blow job only list!  Let me see, five
yesterday, six from the day before...I guess that's it, so eleven guys I've
just given blow jobs to.  Holy shit!  I forgot I blew Aaron that first
night at the hotel!  That makes twelve bj's then!

   Yeah, I'm definitely going to keep both lists going.  Okay, there
probably won't be an entry for Day 6 seeing as how sore I am today.  I'll
likely take today off and see how I feel tomorrow.  Oh shit!  I forgot to
mention, Stacy fucked this guy Henry who has this ginormous cock!  It's got
to be as big as Sam's or Charles' dick.  I have got to give him a try soon!
He said he wanted Stacy and me together, but I hafta confess, I want him to
myself for my first time with him.  Maybe after that I'll share him with
Stacy.  Ok, that's it for now!  See ya!

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

   Olivia closed down the Word program and decided just for fun, to see
what email responses she'd received to her invite yesterday.  Obviously
plenty of guys had shown up, but what responses they had left for her had
her curiosity piqued.  Starting that up she saw a shit-load of responses,
there were a pile of questions regarding the sincerity of her offer, a
number of thank-you's from those brave enough to take her up on her offer,
a number of guys looking for private second meetings, and a number of
out-of-office replies to finish off the list.

   Sending a general email out to all of them, Olivia said:

   Thank you to everyone who was able to make it out yesterday.  Hopefully
you had a fun time, I know I did.  For those who couldn't make it, maybe we
can schedule something some other time.  For those looking for a rematch,
I'll email you back privately and we can set up a time.  Now for the bad
news, yesterday was complimentary.  Any future dates will be for a price.
The rates are negotiable depending on what you want.  Thanks again.  Oh,
one last thing, for those who were with my friend, let me know what you
think of her (or me for that matter!) and if you want another encounter
with my friend the brunette, let me know and I'll see if it can be
arranged.

   Thanks,

   Candy

   Olivia clicked the send button and then shut down her web browser.  That
was enough for today.  Her body needed time to heal and the more she
dwelled on her feats from yesterday, the more the sex would stay on her
mind and like always, the more she thought about it, the more she'd feel
compelled to do it all over again.  And with the condition her body was in,
that just couldn't happen today.

   Needing a distraction from the constant aching between her legs, Olivia
curled up on her bed with a book she'd read three times already and started
it all over again.  It was something to keep her mind on-task and away from
thoughts of sex, although how could the Queen ever stop that?

   Her mother Lauren got up around eight-thirty and wasn't taking no for an
answer today.  She hadn't hardly seen her daughter since she'd gone back
into work and she was still worried about the long term effects of the coma
Olivia had been under.

   Lauren dragged her daughter out with her, and even though Olivia's body
protested at every opportunity, it ended up being the youngster's most
normal day since she'd come home from the hospital.  Lauren dragged her
sore (and sorry) ass around from store to store, doing girl stuff like
shopping and getting their nails done.  It was a nice change for the young
sex fiend.

   The constant email and text alerts buzzing from her phone made Olivia
feel extremely self-conscious and knew it was only going to be a matter of
time before her mother got suspicious.  Turning her phone off while she and
her mother walked around the mall seemed like the only prudent thing to do.
She could check the messages later, and anyone who mattered in her new
world of sex, anyone who'd witnessed yesterday's exploits, knew she was out
of action for the day.  So both Carl and Stacy would know today was not a
good for trying to reach her.  Although Stacy's current mental state was a
cause for concern.  What would she be like today?  The ride home in Carl's
car had been very quiet between the two of them, although exhaustion
explained that away easily.  Still, her best friend had been opened up to a
world that would shock even a full grown woman if thrown in as abruptly as
Stacy had been.  Stacy was on Olivia's mind for the rest of their
mother-daughter bonding session.

   "Something on your mind kiddo?" Lauren asked as the two headed across
the parking lot towards their car.  It was after one o'clock and Lauren
needed to get heading into work very soon and didn't like the thought of
something troubling her daughter as she prepared to walk out the door for
another night away from home.

   "No, I'm good mom, just tired is all.  I'm not used to this much
activity so soon.  I should get out and exercise more.  A little shopping
trip like this shouldn't have wiped me out this much.  When we get home,
I'm just going to chill in front of the TV and relax," Olivia replied as
she arrived at the passenger side door of her mother's Honda Accord.

   Unlocking the doors, Lauren continued, "That's a great idea honey, do
you want me to have Mr.  Johnson check in on you later?  I think he's home,
or maybe Steve can if he's around.  I mean I didn't realize you still
didn't have all your strength back yet.  You hadn't mentioned anything
about it so I thought you were back up and running like a top."

   "I usually am mom.  Maybe I just over-did it a little today.  I'm good
though, no need to worry mom.  I'd tell you if something was wrong.  I can
call up the girls and see if they want to stop by and keep me company if
you're worried." Olivia realized the Tylenol had completely worn off as her
bottom pressed down onto the seat.  She wasn't sure which was more sore,
her pussy, or her tender asshole.  She hadn't dared try to shit this
morning, and knew that would be an adventure when the time came.  It's hard
to believe I can actually be this sore still!

   Pulling the seatbelt across her lap, Olivia reflected back on every
instance she pulled a seat belt on in the past week.  Only every time prior
to today, she'd been buckling up in Carl's car and she'd been either on the
way to get fucked, or just had been fucked.  She'd been a very active and
busy girl, and had Carl to thank for all of it.

   The ride home was just as uneventful as the rest of the Olivia's
evening. After her mother left for work, Olivia spent the afternoon hanging
out and relaxing, making a nice dinner for herself, watching a movie, then
taking a late night dip in the pool under the stars.  The heater was set to
a balmy eighty-four degrees and warm water vapor rose steadily as the night
air cooled down.  Olivia lazily swam around the deep end of the pool,
feeling the warm water pass over her tired muscles.  It was great therapy
for her recovering body.  The ache she'd been feeling between her legs all
day had receded considerably and thoughts of what she would do with her
fully healed body started to permeate her brain again.  It was easy to put
sex out of her head when she was suffering the after-effects of one of her
marathon fuck sessions.  But as soon as her body was back to normal, she
knew her desires would burn hot again.  Tomorrow was her mother's day off
and there wasn't much of a chance she'd be able to spend another night out
whoring.  By the time Sunday rolled around, Olivia knew she'd be a horny
basket case ready to do anything her body willed her to do.

   Toweling off, Olivia went inside and went to her room to retrieve her
phone.  She hadn't talked with Stacy all day and figured her best friend
would have spent the whole day recovering like she had done.  Stripping her
wet bathing suit off, Olivia hung up the garment on the back of her door
and walked over to where she'd dumped her purse the night before.  Digging
through the abyss the young tween called her purse, Olivia found Henry's
phone number sitting atop of her cell phone.  God I can't wait to take on
that man...well maybe not right now but maybe tomorrow she thought as she
gingerly touched the outside of her pussy.  It was still a little tender,
but for the most part it felt much better.  Still, I should give it another
day to heal before even thinking about taking on a big monster like his.

   Picking up her phone, Olivia saw she had a bunch of little red numbers
showing over her phone, text, and e-mail icons.  She was a popular girl now
and it showed with all the waiting messages.  Saving the e-mails for last,
Olivia flipped through her texts, there were a few from Stacy, one from
Carl, and even one from Justin!  Holy shit, I can't believe he'd risk
texting me after his girlfriend flipped on him last time.

   "Hi Olivia, I'm in town tonight.  I was wondering if you had any plans?
Justin"

   Oh man, what a time to have a busted pussy.  It was almost nine o'clock
and Olivia wondered if she had time to arrange a ride with Carl to get to
his motel and back, even if her body did want to cooperate with her.

   While she contemplated the possible hook-up with Justin, Olivia noticed
a text from Stacy that caught her attention.

   "Going over to Carl's.  Stacy"

   What the hell is she doing that for?  I would have thought going over to
his place would be the last thing she'd want to do today.  Dialing her best
friend's number, Olivia waited as her phone rang and rang.  On the fifth
ring, Olivia heard a familiar voice on the end of the line.

   "Hey doll-face, I wondered when I'd be hearing from you."

   It was Carl, and he was answering Stacy's phone for her.

   "Hi Carl, what's up?  Where's Stacy?"

   "Oh, she's a little occupied at the moment, he, he."

   "What do you mean by occupied Carl?  And why is she over at your place?"

   "I picked her up, pretty simple really.  I called her and said I was
coming to get her and for her to be ready, and like a good girl she was
ready and waiting for me when I got there."

   "But why?  And what is she doing over there?"

   "Taking dick-tation, ha, ha!"

   "Carl, would you answer the question please?"

   "Me and the guys were sitting around here watching the ball game and I
was telling them about what you two broads did last night and they wanted
to see you two in action.  You didn't answer your phone and when I drove
by, your mom's car wasn't there, so we settled for just your friend only."

   "You drove by my house in broad daylight?  Are you crazy?  Wait, don't
answer that." Hesitating for only a brief second, Olivia continued on,
"Carl, you have to let Stacy alone!  If she's half as sore as I am...or was
actually, well..., she shouldn't be messing around with you guys.  She
should be sitting at home resting."

   "Don't worry, nobody's fucked her, at least not yet anyway.  She's just
been practicing her oral skills for the last couple hours."

   "Couple of hours?  How many guys do you have over there?" Olivia asked,
now a little worried about her friend and what she might have been put
through.

   "There's just a couple of us, five total, not many.  You see, it looked
to me last night like your friend here needed some practice sucking dick,
and my guys volunteered to let her practice on them."

   Olivia could hear the guys laughing in the background at Carl's joke. 
Poor Stacy, she's not ready for this.  What was I thinking getting her
involved in this?  I'm the one who wants to be the slut, not her.  "Carl, I
really think you need to take her home right now.  Stacy isn't like me, she
doesn't want to be a slut like me.  I really think you should take her
home."

   "Hey kid, I don't think you know your best friend as well as you think
you do.  We might have pushed her into sucking each of us off the first
time around, but that hasn't stopped her from keeping it going for the last
few hours.  I'm surprised she can still feel her lips.  I finally had to
push her off my dick when she tried to get me to cum a third time.  The
little scamp sure has come a long way since yesterday.  I think she's
sucked down at least a dozen cum shots by now.  You should come over and
watch her work."

   "I can't, my mom will be home in two hours and besides, I need the rest.
I'm going to bed soon, I'm beat.  But you're sure Stacy is ok?  I mean, you
are going to make sure you get her home in good shape right?" Olivia had
crawled under the covers naked, feeling a chill from her swim and an urge
to get warm, but not necessarily feeling the urge to put any clothes on
just yet, especially not after hearing about Stacy sucking cocks all
afternoon long.  Damn it, I made it through the whole day without feeling
the urge to fuck and now these two have me getting all horned up again!

   "That's up to her.  She seems pretty happy right now sucking on Sam's
cock with Nick rubbing her pussy."

   "What?  Sam AND Nick are over there?" Olivia asked, her hand going
between her legs.

   "Yep.  What's the matter doll, feeling a bit jealous are you?"

   "I don't think jealous is the right way to describe it, more like horny,
and getting more so by the second!" she said as she felt the familiar rush
of hormones start to flow.  Her fingers strumming over her sex as her
imagination painted the picture Carl was watching.

   Playing it up, Carl knew he was going to drive the young girl crazy
enough to change her mind.  "Yeah, Stacy's already sucked Nick off four
times.  The horny little bastard just keeps going and going, like the
Energizer bunny.  Hey Stacy, do you want Nick to stick his hard cock into
your pussy?  You look pretty wet from here and Nick's cock looks ready to
go again.  It looks like she's nodding Liv, although with Sam's huge dick
in her mouth, it's hard to tell."

   "Bastard, you're killing me.  You know that right?" Olivia responded as
her imagination created the scene Carl was describing in absolute clarity.

   "Well, that could be you if you want me to come and get you."

   She could hear the amusement in his answer.  He knew he was driving her
crazy and he was loving every second of it.  "I can't, I don't have time
Carl.  You know what time my mother gets home.  By the time you got here
and got me back to your house and then back here again, I'd only have maybe
half an hour or so over there.  That wouldn't be nearly enough time for me
to satisfy how horny you're getting me!"

   "Poor baby.  I bet you wish you had a dick nearby to quell those urges
huh?"

   "Fuck yeah I do," she said, still thinking about if there was any way
she could hook-up with Justin.  Fuck yeah is right.  The things that guy
did to my body, mmmm yes...

   "Oh, hold on, Nick just slid his cock into your friend and she's moaning
like you wouldn't believe.  Here let me hold the phone closer so you can
hear her."

   Olivia could hear Carl's muffled grunt as she pictured him getting his
fat ass up off the couch.  A couple of seconds later she could hear a
similar muffled grunt, only this one was distinctively female and Olivia
recognized it as her best friend's voice, and it was muffled on account of
Sam's gorgeous cock that must still be stuffed in Stacy's mouth she
reasoned.  Fucking bastard really is killing me Olivia thought as she
intensified the effort on her clit, her other hand running up and down her
rapidly moistening pussy lips.  She was glad to discover very little
discomfort from the attention but at the same time wishing she could have
found that out using a set of male hands instead of her own.

   "Still there doll?  Or are you a little busy over there right now?"

   "Maybe I am," Olivia whispered into the phone.  Her attention was
diverted from the electronic device cradled against her cheek as her body
ramped up for sex.  The Queen was screaming for cock, but she wouldn't get
any tonight, she'd have to settle for self pleasure alone, unless Olivia
could figure something out fast, the clock was running.

   "Yeah, you definitely need a source of cock closer to home.  I was
thinking about that today actually.  I was putting a list together of all
the things you need to accomplish, based on some of the things you said you
wanted to do last night.  I added a few things to the list that I thought
you were missing.  One of them was fucking your neighbors."

   "What?" Olivia relied almost absently.  Her attention to the phone had
been waning as her orgasm started to build, but the last thing she'd heard
had her back, focusing on Carl's voice more intently now.

   "Yeah, you might need to buy their silence if they start noticing your
comings and goings, so I decided you need to start fucking your immediate
neighbors.  That is unless there is an easier way for you to get in and out
of your house without them seeing you?"

   "But Carl, my one next-door neighbor is this really old man, I doubt if
he could even get hard.  The guy is practically in a wheel chair!  Besides,
there may be a way, but I don't know if I could do it."

   "I didn't hear you complaining about the other neighbors.  Does that
mean you wouldn't mind fucking them?  And what way are you talking about?"

   "Yes, and yes.  They're a father and son, no wife or sisters to worry
about and in my dream I had sex with both of them constantly so I guess I
could, but I really wanted to keep this...lifestyle as far from my regular
daily life as possible."

   "That's not what you said last night.  You said you wanted to be the
biggest slut in the world and you wanted everyone to know it.  You said you
wanted guys lining up to fuck you day and night and you wanted there to be
no mistake of who and what you were.  You said you wanted to fuck every
dick you could lay your hands on, and as far as I can tell, that would
include your neighbors, no matter how old they are.  In fact, that just
gave me an idea, a new thing to add to your list, and I want you to start
tonight.  You need to fuck a cock from every age there's a number for, from
the youngest to the oldest, and in no particular order.  If it can get
hard, you have to find one to fuck.  The ones on either end of the spectrum
might be the hardest to get crossed off, but I have faith you'll figure out
how to do it without getting caught.  Didn't you say your mom worked at an
old folks home?"

   "Yeah."

   "Perfect, there's your supply of old men there!  That'll help you get
those ones taken care of."

   "I can't go around fucking the residents at my mom's work!  Are you
crazy!"

   "Fuck em, suck em, I don't care which, just know that you need to start
recording ages.  I don't want you to stop until you have every age you can
lay your hands on.  I'm sure we can help you out there.  I'm fifty-four,
Sam is...he just said twenty-five.  Rick...you remember Rick from a few
nights ago, he's...oh bummer, he's the same age as me, sorry about that. 
But anyway, you get the idea.  I figure you should be able to ring up about
a sixty to seventy year range.  How does that sound?"

   Olivia felt the Queen taking over as her thoughts permeated on the tasks
Carl had lain out for her.  The potential to add fucking her neighbors
Steve and Reed to her list of guys was getting her excited, and it would
certainly help her out greatly on nights like this when she was feeling
horny.  Fucking such a diverse age range would pose some problems, but at
the same time would be a really fun challenge.  "You're on, but I don't
think fucking any of my mom's residents is a good idea.  I'm sure we can
figure something else out though."

   "Fine, but at least one on your list has to be from your mom's work,
just to give it a little excitement.  Oh, and there's more, you'll love
this one."

   "What?  And although it sounds like dangerous fun, I'm not agreeing just
yet to fucking anybody from my mom's work, but I'll consider it.  Remember,
we're trying our best to keep this from her, ok?  I like a challenge as
much as any girl, but within reason.  If it seems do-able, I'll let you
know.  Oh, and the part about coming and going, there's a park behind my
house, so if I could somehow manage to get over the fence, I could come and
go that way.  But it's a pretty tall fence; I've never been able to climb
it before.  Well, I was a kid the last time I tried, but I couldn't get
over it without help."

   "Well go and try tonight.  It'll be part of your assignment for
tonight."

   "What assignment?  What are you talking about?"

   "Well since you aren't coming over, and based on the sound of your
breathing, I think you need to get fucked tonight, so I'm giving you an
assignment."

   "What kind of assignment?"

   "You have to go find a dick to fuck, and with a park behind your house,
I figure that'll be easy."

   "What does the park have to do with it?"

   "Well, you keep saying you want to fuck animals, so go find a dog to
fuck and take your phone with you.  I want to see pictures.  I want an
emailed picture of you getting fucked by a dog tonight, and I want it by
eleven o'clock or else I'm sending the boys over to your house to fuck
you."

   "How is that a threat?  I think I'd much rather have that anyway."

   "Yeah, not much of a threat is it?  What if they left you tied to the
bedposts of your mother's bed?"

   "I think they'd be in more shit than me."

   "Yeah, right again.  Sorry, I'm a little high.  I'm good at coming up
with ideas for you for sex, not so good at blackmail ideas."

   "Don't worry Carl, you don't need to threaten me to get me to do sex
stuff.  Just give me the challenge and I'll do it, especially when I'm
horny.  I'll do anything when I'm that way, like now."

   "Good, then get out there and find a doggy to fuck, and remember I want
pictures!  Oh, it looks like Nick just blew another load, only this one was
in your friend's cunt instead of her mouth.  I think I might get me a
little piece of that furry pussy now, see ya!  Remember, eleven o'clock!  I
want pictures!"

   Olivia heard the electronic sound of him hanging up Stacy's phone.  Wow,
he really wants me to do that tonight?  I guess I had it coming, I've
mentioned it enough times now.  Strange, the one thing that I was really
repulsed by in my dreams, I now have to do it in real life!  It's my fault
for saying it out loud in front of Carl, now he's going to make me do it.
Not that my hands are tied or anything, but I guess if it's something
that's been weighing on my mind, maybe it's something I want to experience.
I mean if Stacy, her sister, and her mom are into it, it can't be bad.

   The phone rang as Olivia rummaged through her drawers, trying to find
something to wear that would be appropriate for her first time fucking an
animal.  It was Stacy's phone number again.  "Hello."

   "Hey babe, me again.  I forgot one other thing, you don't get any days
off anymore.  You need to get fucked by at least one cock every day.  I
don't care who or what the cock is, but you have to get fucked every day
from now on.  Bye!"

   With Carl still on the phone, Olivia replied, "That's not even a
challenge.  I don't think I've gone a day since this all started without
getting fucked at least once a day."

   "Fine, make it one "new" dick every day.  Repeat dicks don't count."

   "That's more like it, although I might need help on my mom's day off
since she likes to keep me close and do girl-stuff with me.  Finding a new
dick with her nearby will be almost impossible."

   "Use your imagination, there are lots of horny guys out there who'd love
to tag your sweet ass.  Speaking of asses, I need to get some of Stacy's
right now and I see an opening!  See ya!"

   That's a fun problem to have, finding a new cock every day.  That
shouldn't be much of a problem with the pace I'm on.  Figuring she'd
sustain her trend of getting fucked wearing a skirt with no underwear,
Olivia pulled out one of her new mini-skirts that didn't leave much to the
imagination, and a simple t-shirt.  There was no point in putting on a bra,
not if she was going to get fucked.  Even if it was by a dog, you never
knew when you'd need to have access to your nipples during sex!

   As a precaution, Olivia propped pillows under the covers of her bed to
make it look like she was sleeping, and turned out the lights.  Her hair
was still wet from her swim and the long golden strands were making the
front of her white t-shirt see-through as her pointy nipples brushed
against her wet hair.  It was a sexy look she realized as she saw her
reflection in the kitchen window on her way towards the back door.  Her
boobs looked bigger as she paused to look at her reflection.  Grabbing the
soft orbs, Olivia felt their weight and was positive they felt fuller and
heavier than before she started the pill.  It had only been a few days and
already they were a little bit bigger.  Memories of her gigantic dream
boobs briefly flitted through her mind as she opened the back door and
stepped outside.

   The air was cooling down but still in the mid seventies as Olivia looked
for some way to get over her back fence.  The park beyond was ringed with
houses, all with fenced backyards, many of them with their canines still
outside judging by the occasional barks she could hear from across the
darkened park.  It was mostly just trees and an open grassy field, but
there was a small playground in the center.

   Pushing a garbage can up against the fence, Olivia jumped up on top of
it, with her hands on the top of the fence to keep the plastic can from
wobbling too much.  Jumping up, Olivia locked her arms out straight with
her palms resting on the top of the two-by-four fence rail.  Kicking her
leg up and over, she straddled the top rail carefully, the rough wood
feeling very abrasive on her naked pussy.  Leaning forward and flattening
her body out along the top of the flat board, she brought here other leg up
and dipped the first leg down the back side of the fence.  Sliding her body
slowly down the top of the rail, Olivia felt her skirt cling to the wood as
her body descended, exposing back side completely.  If anyone was watching,
they would have seen just about everything the young girl had to offer.

   Using her running shoe clad feet and her hands to support her weight,
Olivia dropped down to the ground and smoothed her skirt back down her
thighs.  It was dark in the park, the only light coming from the occasional
backyard light and from the cast of interior lights from the houses lining
the perimeter of the park.  Thankful that the dark was concealing her
presence, Olivia felt very sneaky as she prowled along the fence line
looking for her victim.  It was crazy she thought as she proceeded forward,
she was stalking her neighbor's backyards looking for a dog to have sex
with.  She should be at Carl's, sitting on Sam's big dick right now, or any
one of the other guy's cocks that her best friend had access to.  No,
instead she was searching out a hairy doggy cock.  Better yet, I should be
inviting Justin over for some quick sex before mom gets home instead of
this.  Yet on she prowled, a girl with a very specific mission to perform.

   Her thoughts of sex, and even the prospect of having animal sex was
causing her well conditioned body to prepare itself.  She could feel her
pussy juicing up in anticipation, her thighs were rubbing together as she
moved forward and she could feel the wetness seeping out onto her upper
thighs.  Olivia knew the backyards well from all the years playing back
here, although who had what pets anymore was a bit of a mystery.  Her days
of swinging on the swing set and climbing on the monkey bars were behind
her for the most part, she was a girl with new past-times, and those didn't
involve kid's games.

   Three doors down, Olivia came to chain link fence, it was the
Henderson's and they had a dog, but Olivia had no idea if it was a boy dog
or a girl dog.  It wasn't something she ever needed to know before and
quietly Olivia crept up to the edge of the fence.  Grasping the cool steel
links, Olivia whistled and waited to see if she got a response.  Nothing.
Calling out, "Here boy," Olivia waited again.  A chain rustled and from our
of the darkness, Olivia saw a yellow colored Lab come out of a cute little
dog house and do a big stretch with its forelegs low to the ground and it's
back arched high up in the air.

   The dog slowly sauntered over to the fence with its tail wagging along
the way.  "Good boy, come her boy," Olivia whispered back at the friendly
looking dog.  The dog approached the fence and licked the fingers Olivia
had a hold of the fence with.  He's friendly enough, that's a good start.

   With no gate in sight, Olivia hoisted herself up onto the four-foot
chain link fence pole and carefully swung a leg over.  It was dangerous at
a time like this to be wearing a skirt with no underwear she thought as the
pointy metal tines brushed close to her sex.  Putting a foot onto the metal
pole, Olivia jumped off the top of the fence and down onto the ground next
to the dog.  He jumped and barked as Olivia came to rest next to the furry
body, thinking a new friend had come over to play.

   "That's it, come here boy, let me pet you," Olivia whispered as she
stroked his head and scratched his thick neck.  Now how do I go about
having sex with a dog?  I could really use Stacy's advise right about now.
It was easy with guys, Olivia knew just what to do, pull out their cocks
and suck them until they're hard.  But this is a dog, would a dog let me
suck him off to get him hard?  The dog seemed to know what to do already as
Olivia felt the dog's nose go to her crotch for a big sniff.  The cold we
nose shocked her as it made contact with her naked flesh.  Nothing like the
brutal frankness of a dog when it comes to having your pussy snarfed!

   Olivia let the dog snuffle around her crotch for a few seconds,
wondering what would be next.  The warm raspy tongue answered that question
as she felt warm wet sandpaper slide along her slick bald labia.  Ohh wow,
that was certainly worth the price of admission!  The dog licked again, the
stimulation just about bringing the tween to her knees as the bundles of
nerves along her slit it fired off a simultaneous salvo of impulses that
went straight to her brain.

   Olivia let the dog lick her pussy for the better part of a minute before
she decided it was time to get down to business.  She was in the mood for
sex long before the dog nearly brought her to orgasm.  Bending down onto
her knees and pushing the dog's snout away from her eager pussy, Olivia
pulled the dog's large furry body along beside her own.  Reaching under
dog's belly, Olivia's hand ran down the dog's warm tummy, feeling for his
penis, and hoping it was already erect.  The thought of having to stroke
him hard or even having to suck him hard were more than she wanted to
experience for her first time with an animal.

   With her hand sliding along the animals belly, Olivia realized something
was wrong as her hand slid past where his cock should have been, all the
way past the junction of the dog's legs, and all the way back until she
felt the protruding bundle of soft flesh between the back of the dog's
legs. "Fuck, you're a girl dog!" she said out loud.  The rubbery flesh was
soft and warm and there was no mistaking it was the dog's vagina.  "Crap,
all that licking for nothing," she said as she realized she was still
touching the outer flesh of the doggy's pussy.  It was interesting from a
strictly educational standpoint she thought as she continued touching the
soft rubbery flesh.  It was very different from a human's and didn't really
seem to have a distinct opening like hers, just a big lump of soft tissue
with a smaller ridge of tissue surrounding it.

   The dog was growing agitated at having its sex played with so Olivia
stopped what she was doing and stood up.  It was time to get rolling and
find a boy dog this time.  Hopping the fence back into the park was much
easier the second time around as Olivia landed with a thump onto the soft
grass.

   Several more backyard fences rolled on by as the stealthy slut searched
out a suitable victim.  In the yards where Olivia was certain the owners
had dogs, the yards were empty and silent.  Of course, it's getting late,
why would most owners leave their dogs outside by themselves?  They
probably have the dumb animals inside where it's nice and cozy, instead of
being left outside where I can fuck them.

   The next fence was a tall privacy fence that left the yard's layout and
possible inhabitants a mystery.  The long fence came to an end at one of
the parks corners where it butted up against another at a ninety degree
angle.  Olivia could hear an animal on the other side sniffing and
snorting. It was a six foot fence, one similar to her own, and one that
would be a pain in the ass to scale without help.  Jumping up, Olivia
managed to get both of her arms over the top of the fence, where she could
use her feet to push her way up until she could lock her arms out with her
hands resting on the top of the fence corner.

   Looking down she saw a beagle staring up at her as he pranced around,
apparently waiting to see what the strange human would do next.  Olivia
thought she could see some tackle hanging under his belly.  Finally, after
all these yards, one that I can use, and then get the hell back home!

   Olivia didn't really feel a strong conviction to go through with this
other than it was something she'd been told to do, or maybe dared to do was
more like it.  She wasn't like Stacy who would do anything she was told to
do, Carl wasn't her master.  Doing this was...  something else she hadn't
done yet.  It was a curiosity though, and one she'd mentioned off the top
of her head more than once.  Was it the novelty of it all?  Or the
depravity of it that attracted her to the whole notion of animal sex?  God
knew there were enough men out there who were willing to have sex with her,
so it wasn't about her need for sex.  She could do that anytime.

   Slinging her leg over the top of the fence, Olivia momentarily straddled
the fence top with her crotch resting on the rough wood.  As she pivoted
her weight over, Olivia pressed the sole of her running shoe against the
yard-side of the fence and prepared to fling her other leg up and over,
when something grabbed her leg.

   "Olivia, what the hell are you doing?" asked a voice from the darkness.

   "Oh shit!" was her startled reaction.  Snapping her head around quickly
to locate the voice, Olivia realized it was coming from the park-side of
the fence.  Looking down, it was Steve, her neighbor.  He was looking up at
her with a mixture of amusement and interest.  Olivia knew that with her
short skirt and her current position straddling the fence, her whole thigh
and probably most of her ass cheek was on display, and if she hadn't
sitting on it, her pussy would be too!

   "Get down here would ya," he said with his arms extended up towards her
body, ready to help her get down off the fence.

   Leaning over, Olivia let him catch her under the arms as the slid down
off the top of the fence.  Olivia felt his hands slide up next to her
breasts as his hands came to rest under her armpits.  Whether he was trying
to feel her breasts or just inadvertently making contact them was uncertain
as she let him catch her full weight, and helped her down from the fence.
She felt her bra-less boobs jiggle as her feet hit the soft grass. 
Smoothing her skirt back down, Olivia looked up at her neighbor towering
over her.  He had a grin on his face from ear to ear as his hands remained
under her armpits for a brief second.  Olivia felt his fingertips brush
along the outside of her breasts as he pulled his hands out from under her
arms.

   "So do you mind telling me what the hell you're doing trying to climb
over the MacIntyre's fence at this hour?"

   "Uhhh.  I was, uhhh, cutting through, uhh, on my way to my friend's
house," she stammered.  What the hell kind of excuse can I come up to
explain this?  Oh yeah Steve, I was just going to fuck old man MacIntyre's
beagle because I'm a sex fiend, does that work for ya?

   "Yeah sure you were.  I know why you were trying to sneak in there,
probably for the same reasons I did it for years," he laughed.  "Still do
once in a while when I'm short on money."

   "What?  What are you talking about?"

   "You can't fool me.  You're a bit young for that I would think, but to
each his own.  Come on let's get you home.  I got what you need, and you
don't have to go jumping fences to get it either!"

   "Uhhh, ok," Olivia replied.  She had no idea what he was talking about,
but sincerely doubted that her intentions were for the same reasons he'd
been sneaking into the MacIntyre yard.  Unless Steve was in to fucking
beagles!  Steve grabbed her gently by the arm and starting walking her
along the fence line.

   "So how long have you been swiping beers out of the old man's garage?"
Steve asked.  He was directing his young neighbor towards the closest
pathway out of the park.  It was also the furthest from each of their
houses, but he wanted the time to talk to the young girl.  He'd seen her
climbing over her fence and thought he'd seen some ass cheek hanging out as
she made it over the top of her fence.  She was sexy as fuck and even
though she was major jailbait, she was still fun to flirt with.  And if he
had the chance to steal another feel of her nicely growing boobs, well that
wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.  She was well on her way to
growing a rack like her mother's DD's he thought.  Well..., she still had a
ways to go, but she was doing very well for a girl her age.

   "Swiping beers?" Thinking quickly, Olivia figured out what the hell
Steve had been referring to.  He'd been going into the old man's garage to
steal beer.  Shit if that didn't work out just a little too easily she
thought.  "Oh yeah, uhhh, never before tonight.  This would have been my
first, and you caught me.  By the way, how did you know I was over here?"
she asked looking up at his silhouette in the moon light.  He had his hand
resting softly on the middle of her back as they walked steadily through
the dark park.  Olivia felt it was his way of guiding her through the dim
light and also a way to keep in contact with her.  It was very sweet and
touching.  And in a way, erotic too.  If he couldn't tell by the slight
jiggling of her boobs that she wasn't wearing a bra, he would certainly
feel the lack of one through her thin t-shirt.

   "I was standing in the kitchen looking out the window, when I saw
movement in your backyard.  I didn't know who or what it was, and I wanted
to make sure it wasn't somebody up to no good.  So I watched and after a
few seconds realized it was you, and you were jumping over your fence. 
Your mom asked me and my dad to keep an eye out for you ever since you came
home from the hospital, so I was a little concerned over where you might be
going.  You were gone before I was able to make it over our fence so I
figured you only could have gone one of two ways.  I guessed wrong
apparently, but finally found you back in the corner, perched on top of
MacIntyre's fence."

   Steve was enjoying this situation, he'd enjoyed watching the young girl
grow up before his eyes.  She'd always been a pretty girl, but it wasn't
until she started sprouting that he'd taken an interest in her.  She was
good eye candy but that was where it ended.  She was the "pretty girl next
door" but that was it.  His dad would kill him if he ever touched her. 
Still, a little harmless flirting would be okay.

   Olivia had nothing to say, at least nothing that wouldn't blow the story
that Steve had conveniently formulated for her regarding her true
intentions in the park.  She allowed Steve to guide her out of the park and
onto the street towards their houses.  Olivia was quickly growing
comfortable with just about any situation she'd been put in over the last
few days and this one was no exception.  The sex with strangers in strange
places - it was anonymous and danger free because it didn't come close to
home.  This was different.  Steve hadn't tried anything, at least not yet,
but he hadn't removed his hand from her back yet either.  It was the most
benign thing a man had done to her in the past week, but it was warm and
enticing, and it was giving her butterflies in her stomach.  It was the
physical contact she hadn't even realized she'd been missing all day.

   Steve paused his lengthy monologue for a moment, wondering if Olivia had
anything to offer regarding being busted trying to sneak beer, but she kept
silent and just walked along beside him.  She made no effort to remove his
hand from her back and she kept the distance between their bodies nice and
close.

   He was happy for the silence for a moment because his attention was
being directed at the rhythmic jiggling of her breasts.  He was keeping a
surreptitious eye on them as they walked along under the streetlights. 
They didn't bounce like big soft floppy breasts, no these had a very sharp
quick shake as her feet found the cement sidewalk.  They were a very nice
size from what he could tell, and why she had no bra on was anybody's
guess, he was just very glad she'd decided not to wear one for the moment.
They moved like they had the tight elasticity only newly growing breasts
could have.  All the connective tissue was still forming and they would
likely stay that way for quite some time.  All Steve knew was that the
persistent jiggle of her pert breasts was making him horny as fuck.  That
and the feel of her warm skin through her t-shirt was giving him the
makings of a hard on that was going to be around for a while.  Best
intentions always stood a chance of going out the window when the little
head started thinking for the big head.  "So were you planning on drinking
the beer by yourself, or with your friend tonight?"

   "Huh?  Oh...I don't know, I guess it was just a dare to see if I could
get one," Olivia replied.  She didn't know if Steve was feeling anything
from his hand still resting on her back, although it had slid around
somewhat to rest almost around her waist, but she was feeling it and she
let him close the distance up between them just a little bit more as they
walked.  To a casual observer, it would look like a young couple out for a
late night stroll as they walked closely together, the young man with his
arm around his girl.

   "Well, do you want one?"

   "A beer?"

   "Yeah."

   "Oh, to prove I'd actually got one from the old man's garage?"

   "No, to drink.  I know you're pretty young for beer, but one wouldn't
hurt, would it?"

   "No, I suppose not."

   "Ok, just one then, at my place?"

   "Sure."

   A few minutes later Olivia found herself walking up the Johnson's
driveway, heading for the side door which she'd been through many times
before, although this was potentially for a very new reason, depending on
what was to happen next.  Steve held the door open and directed Olivia down
the stairs.  She was struck with an eerie feeling of déjà vu as she walked
down the stairs and into the basement.  It was just like that first night
from her dream when Steve fucked her and tore her virginity apart, and then
launched her on her way to slut-dom.  That was a dream, this wasn't, and
there would be no hymen being ripped apart tonight.  That was long gone and
fifty cocks proverbially notched on her bed-post later, Olivia was as
experienced as she needed to be to handle her eighteen year old neighbor.
The only question was, did she let him make the first move, or would she do
it?

   Steve followed his neighbor down the stairs and watched her cute butt
wiggle along the way.  What are you doing Steve?  You're bringing your
neighbor's twelve year old daughter over here for what?  Are you going to
hit on her after you've given a minor alcohol?  That alone is enough to get
you neck-deep in shit!  But she's so fucking hot and those tits!  Shit, why
is she out sneaking around and not wearing a bra God damn it?  And I swear
I saw some cotton tail as she jumped over that fence tonight, so either
she's wearing a thong, or nothing at all under that skirt!  That's why you
invited her over here you horny pig, to find out what she's got going on
under that super short skirt and that flimsy t-shirt!

   Olivia reached the bottom of the stairs and glanced around the open room
as Steve brushed by her.  It looked just like she remembered, even though
it had been several years since she'd been in the Johnson's basement.  From
her dream, it seemed like just yesterday she was down here fucking scores
of guys.

   It was Steve's hangout now, and furnished with their old living room
sectional couch and whatever Steve had laid his hands on, which included a
beat up lazy-boy recliner and various Budweiser posters covering the wood
paneling.  There was a coffee table in front of the couch, its surface
marred with white rings from countless bottles and cans that had left their
sweaty stains over the years.  The two recessed overhead lights left the
room dim, but cozy, the perfect setting to seduce her neighbor, or be
seduced by him.  It was going to be a fun experiment to see what would
happen over the next hour before she had to go home.

   "Why don't you grab a seat and I'll get us a couple of brews," Steve
said as he walked through an open doorway and into the next room.  Olivia
heard a fridge door open momentarily, and the clinking of bottles followed
while she decided where she ought to sit.  Well, nothing is going to happen
if I sit in the recliner, the couch it is.  Sitting down on the end of the
soft sectional couch, Olivia pulled her legs up onto the couch with her
knees pointed towards the end where she expected Steve to sit.  Checking
quickly she noticed her short skirt gave a limited but tantalizing view, a
few inches up her skirt.  Not enough to show off anything, but enough to
drive any man wild at the prospect of seeing just a little more than a good
girl ought to show.  The cool basement air was making her nipples wrinkle
up, further accentuating the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.  If the
picture of her sitting there with her pert nipples tenting out the thin
fabric of her t-shirt, combined with her short skirt riding high up on her
thighs wasn't enough to get Steve to hit on her, then there was something
wrong with that boy she figured.

   Steve returned and just about choked as he took his first swig of beer.
His beautiful "young" neighbor was leaning back on his couch with her chest
puffed out.  If there was any doubt that she was a "growing" girl, it was
now dead as her freshly sprouted boobs stood proud on her chest with her
nips on high-beam.  The white t-shirt she had on didn't do much to hide
what it was covering up.  Maybe his mind was filling in the picture for
him, but he thought he could actually make out the rings of her areola
surrounding the two pebbles sticking out from the fabric.  Fuck me, how did
I get myself into this?  I'm supposed to be the responsible adult here. 
She has "fuck-me" written all over her with those tits sticking out and
those oh-so sweet thighs she has on display there.  Dad's going to kill me
if he walks in on this.  "Here Liv," he said passing the cold bottle of Bud
Light to the young blonde before sitting down on the other end of the
couch.

   "Thanks Steve," Olivia answered before taking her first sip.  The cold
liquid tasted vile as she attempted to swallow it down.  A spontaneous
cough erupted from her mouth as she choked on the bitter fluid.  "Oh God, I
didn't expect beer to taste like this," she sputtered as the rest of the
cheap beer made its way down her throat.  Jesus, cum tastes better than
this shit!  Feigning like she was going to spit it up, Olivia doubled over
and shifted her legs slightly, opening up her skirt by an inch or two,
still not enough for Steve to see her crotch, but enough to tease him just
a little more.

   Laughing, Steve said, "Yeah, it's a bit of an acquired taste.  I
wondered what you'd think of it.  Do you want me to get you something else,
a soda maybe?" He noticed her knees part slightly and took a brief second
to glance between her thighs as she coughed on his cheap beer.

   "No, I'll be ok.  I just need to get used to it." Olivia pulled her
knees back together, just to see if Steve would notice and glance down. 
Pretending to look at one of the posters on his wall, she noticed Steve
steal a glance downwards.  If he wasn't trying to peak up her skirt, he was
definitely checking out her tits.

   Picking up the TV remote, Steve turned on his flat screen, hoping it
would be a distraction from the precocious tween sitting only two feet away
from him.  Whether she was doing it intentionally or not, her newly
sprouted body was causing him some serious distress.  His cock was coming
to life all on its own and he knew that once he was hard, he'd have the
little head starting to call the shots.  "So how are you feeling Liv? 
Everything ok since the accident?"

   "Yeah, I feel really good actually.  How about you?" Olivia asked while
whipping her long hair back so it wasn't covering up her left breast.

   "Oh, just a few bumps and bruises, you know," he said as he found
something on the TV for them to watch.  "I still feel horrible about what
happened.  I did everything I could to avoid hitting that guy you know."

   "I know you did Steve, and don't worry, I feel great, better actually
than I have in a long time."

   "No neck stiffness or anything like that?  I mean that doctors were
worried about the whack to the head you took," he said.  She was shifting
her weight on the couch again and he could make out the crack between her
thighs open up slightly.  He couldn't see anything but her supple tanned
thighs, but those were fine enough get him hard.

   "Why Steve?  Are you offering to give me a shoulder massage or
something?" she said as nonchalantly as she could.  There's a little bait
for you to chew on.  Let's see if you take it.

   Before his brain could even protest, Steve blurted out, "I could if you
want one?" That was stupid, once you lay your hands on her, you aren't
going to be able to stop yourself you dumbass.

   "Oh, I'd love one Steve!  Could you?" Olivia asked with a gleam in her
eye.

   "Uh yeah, if you want one, I could do that.  I mean if it'll make you
feel better."

   "Actually it probably would make me feel a ton better.  I had a pretty
active day yesterday and my muscles are sore all over," she said as she
swung her legs over the edge of the couch.  "Where do you want me, is the
couch here ok?"

   "That would be perfect," he said as he watched her start to stand up
before rotating around and climbing up onto the couch on her hands and
knees.  Her ass was sticking out beautifully as she shimmied back towards
him so she could lay down on the couch.  She was lingering in that
doggy-style position just long enough for him to see just how short her
skirt really was.  There was only a scant few inches of material hanging
down and covering up her ass cheeks and what he suspected was some sexy
underwear based on the flash of white ass-cheek he thought he saw as she
jumped over the fence.

   Olivia laid down on the couch starting with her torso touching down
first, then slowly lowering her legs and hips down.  She could feel the hem
of her skirt slowly slide up as her legs pushed backwards.  She'd laid down
with way on purpose, hoping to give Steve as much of an eyeful as she
could. Maybe it would be enough of an enticement for him to make a move.

   Steve was beside himself as he watched more of the young girl's upper
thighs come into view than he ever expected to see.  There was maybe two
inches of material between her ass-cheeks and the bottom of her skirt.  If
I lean back far enough, I'll definitely be able to check out what she's got
on under there!  So far her thighs were pressed tightly enough together
that he couldn't see anything other than her beautifully tanned legs.  She
had such amazing legs to start with, full and muscular, but not too thick
to be unfeminine.  The day she came home from the hospital was the first
time since last summer that he'd seen the girl in a bathing suit, and boy
had she filled out in the last year!  She had gone from a pretty girl with
a fit body, but with no boobs or hips, into something that defied logic. 
She had real honest to goodness boobs, and not the fake padded bra type
boobs either.  They way they were tenting out her t-shirt removed all doubt
of that.  They weren't huge by any means, but they were there and just
added to the package that was already quite stunning.  He knew they were
real, he'd felt them.  Well not literally, but that day in the pool last
weekend, he'd felt the firm tissue squish up against him every time she
pressed her body to his when he was throwing her in the deep end.  It was
very flirty and was probably starting to get out of hand when Lauren had
stepped in to put an end to it.

   He'd gone home wondering if he should jack-off thinking about her body,
or use his common sense and do the right thing and forget all about it. 
Now here he was, about to lay his hands on her body and the same thoughts
were going through his head.  Do I let her beauty and hot body make a
complete mess of my common sense, or do I let things get out of hand and
risk not only getting in shit with both her mom and my dad, or even worse,
face criminal charges for fucking around with a minor?

   Thinking about that for a few seconds, Steve decided it was best to play
it safe for the time being.  He was letting the little head get carried
away.  Olivia isn't down here looking for action.  She's just a kid.  She
probably has no idea what her lack of clothing is doing to me anyway.

   "Steve, I thought you were going to give me a massage?"

   Realizing he'd been sitting there staring at the pretty blond girl
laying on his couch and thinking about all the trouble he could be getting
himself into, Steve snapped out of his trance and moved into action. 
"Sorry Olivia, I was lost in thought for a moment," he replied as he
grasped the tops of her shoulders and starting applying pressure to her
taught muscles.

   "Oh?  What were you thinking about?" She knew damn well what he was
thinking about.  The same thing all guys think about when they see her in
spartan clothing.  He was thinking about what it would be like to fuck her.
It was definitely dangerous territory for both of them, being neighbors and
all.  It would expose her new lifestyle to someone close to her mother. 
The fact that he was technically an adult would make it statutory rape in
the eyes of the law, but Olivia didn't give a shit about that, nor had the
fifty some-odd guys that had already fucked her little pussy.  Olivia
didn't give a rat's ass about those guys, Steve and his dad Reed, she did.
They were the only two male figures in her and her mother's life and their
safety was a concern.  Although being this close to Steve, or any other man
for that matter, made the Queen jerk to attention.  She wanted Olivia to
seduce him and fuck him.  Claim another prize for her sex log.  Olivia
waited for Steve for formulate an answer to her question while her body got
ready for what it wanted next.

   "Oh," he said pausing while looking for an answer.  "Nothing serious,
just stuff."

   "Am I stuff?"

   "Huh?" he said as her question too him by surprise.  Stuff?  What is she
talking about?  He'd been going over all those haunting thoughts in his own
head and wasn't ready for her questioning.

   "Are you thinking about me?  You said you were thinking about "stuff",
and I asked if that "stuff" was me.  So are you?"

   "Thinking about you?" he clarified.

   "Yeah," she said rolling over slightly to glance at him.  He was sitting
beside her on the edge of the couch, staring down into her eyes, his
tousled brown hair in need of a trim, and his big brown eyes returning her
stare.  Only his eyes didn't return her own confident stare, his eyes
looked confused, a combination of hunger and worry all at the same time.

   "Uh...I guess maybe.  I guess I'm thinking about what you're doing here,
dressed the way you are, drinking my beer and letting me give you a
massage, albeit a pretty crappy one so far if I might add." Her skin felt
warm through the t-shirt and her muscles were surprisingly well developed
and strong for a girl her age.  He expected nothing more than thin, soft,
muscles in his hands, instead he found some substance there.  She wasn't
the waif he expected, although after their play in the pool last weekend,
he should have known better.

   "Is there something wrong with my clothing?" she said coyly, rolling
back onto her front and letting him resume the massage.  He was right, his
technique did suck, but it was still the hands of a man, or at least very
nearly a man, on her body.  If only she could feel them on her skin.

   "No, I've just never hardly seen you wear skirts before, and this one is
kinda short." His hands steadily worked her shoulder muscles, although the
t-shirt kept binding up as he felt his way along her trapezius muscles.

   Now we're getting somewhere.  "You know, I'm not the prude you might
think I am.  I know I'm growing up and I see how guys look at me.  I don't
mind showing off a little.  I like skirts, I think they make my legs look
good.  What do you think?"

   "Uhh, yeah, you do have some good legs on you," he said, suddenly
feeling guilty for complimenting a twelve year old on her legs.  Stealing a
quick peak, Steve looked at her tanned shapely legs.  Her calves flared out
nicely from her knees, and sloped gracefully down to her thin ankles.  He
could see the faint blonde hairs on the backs of her thighs where they
ended at her knees.  Either she was shaving her legs already or she was
nearly hairless down there as her legs from the knees down looked as smooth
and perfect as any skin he'd ever seen.

   "Thanks Steve," she purred.  "Mmmmm, your hands feel so nice, thanks for
this, I really needed it." Olivia felt him slowly work his way down from
her shoulders, working the sensitive muscles on either side of her spine.
It felt very nice and relaxing as his strong hands worked her sore flesh.
Her body had been through a lot yesterday and his massage, although still
amateurish, felt great.  She could feel her t-shirt binding up between his
fingers and knew what a pain in the ass that must be for him, having to
stop and keep smoothing the material out before he could resume his work.
"You know, if it's any easier Steve, you can lift my shirt up so it's not
in the way.  If you want to I mean."

   Warning bells went off in his head but that didn't stop him from doing
exactly what she suggested.  Before he could even ponder what it might lead
to, Steve found him pulling up the bottom of his neighbors t-shirt,
exposing her smooth tanned back.  He lifted it up about halfway before he
found Olivia's hands meeting his, and she pulled the shirt up even further.
He watched as the hem made it up past where he figured her boobs must be,
before she finally stopped with her t-shirt bunched up under her armpits.
Steve felt his cock lurch in his shorts at the thought.  His neighbor's
naked boobs were pressed into his couch cushions and all he needed was for
her to gently roll over, and he'd have a front row seat to see them.

   Steve resumed his massage over her bare back.  Her skin felt so smooth
and sweet under his hands.  She was warm and willing.  You're so fucked
dude.  What are you doing letting this happen?  Are you that eager to see
the inside of a jail cell?  His conscience was battling hard, but it was
losing the war.  But it's just a massage.  Keep telling yourself that. 
Steve's rock-hard cock didn't see it that way as it was pressing tightly
against the waistband of his shorts, desperately trying to escape its
confines.

   "Mmmm, your hands feel so nice on my body Steve," Olivia purred.  She
was trying as best she could to encourage him without seeming too overt. 
Olivia lay there wondering what was going to happen next.  Would he act
like a typical guy and try something?  Maybe a slip of the fingers along
her ribcage, accidentally touching her breast, or would he try something
daring, like flip her over and suckle her nipple?  God I hope it's the
second option.  Enough of the foreplay, I want to get down to business! 
But Olivia knew the ramifications of the second option, if Steve freaked
and said something to her mother, she'd be screwed.  Her game would be
over, her quest to actually live out her dreams as the biggest slut in the
world, would be done.

   Steve was losing the fight in his head the more he touched her skin.  He
could see the circular arc of her left breast as the cushion pressed it out
from under her.  He was envisioning what they would look like if she rolled
over.  He knew he'd lose it if she did anything more to tease him.  He was
seated right next to her, his bare knee just inches from the slight swell
of her breast sticking out from under her.  His hands, not much farther
either.  It would be so easy to "accidentally" swipe his hand along side of
the gentle swell.

   When she pulled up her shirt he could literally feel his cock throbbing
in his shorts.  It was pressing tightly against the elastic waistband of
his boxer shorts.  God how he wanted to pull it out and slam it into her
body.  "But she's only twelve!" his brain kept screaming at him.  Yeah but
her body doesn't look like any twelve year old I've ever seen.  Steve kept
glancing down at her bare legs and how little material separated the bottom
of her skirt and what was undoubtedly a killer ass.  The skirt hugged her
butt and made him appreciate just how hot her body was.

   Olivia was waiting, lying there enjoying the feel of the Steve's hands
as they traveled slowly up and down her back, expecting him to make a move
at any moment.  His movements we tentative, surprising for someone that
much older than her.  She was used to Carl and his deliberate
straight-forward treatment of her.  He knew what she wanted and it didn't
call for foreplay.  Olivia expected men to use her body for their pleasure,
it was what she was meant for, and what she relished.  The Queen didn't
have time for pussy-footing around.  If sex was on the menu, and it usually
was, she wanted the entre, not the appetizer.

   Every time she felt his hands getting closer to her ribs, and the edges
of her breasts, he'd pull away.  Likewise with her lower back, every time
she thought he might venture down and rub her ass, he'd stop and work his
way back up to her shoulders.  Whether his intentions were to deliver a
meaningful massage, or as a means to arouse her, they were being lost in
her growing anticipation of his next move, which was not forthcoming.  Time
to move things along!

   Olivia began a low moan as Steve's hands worked her muscles, moving her
body, reacting to his touch, her hips almost imperceptibly pressing down
against the encased foam of the couch.  It wasn't much, but she was
confident Steve would feel her body moving and interpret it as arousal, or
at least she hoped he would.  If this doesn't get him to see the picture,
nothing will!  Olivia slowly but surely started to move her knees apart, a
little at a time hoping Steve might try a take a peek up her skirt.  He's
got to get the picture if he can see my bare pussy.  Steve was really
having trouble now, he knew his massage technique was good, but not that
good.  Not enough for the response he was getting from the young girl.  She
was playing him, but was she was trying to get him to make a move?  Can't
be, she's only twelve!

   If she was looking to get him turned-on, it was working all too well. 
But she's so young!  She can't possibly be trying to make a move on me! 
But what if she is?  And what if I let her?  Will I actually do it?  Bang
my twelve year old neighbor?  A girl I saw being brought home from the
hospital.  The little girl I watched over like a kid sister?  Admit it,
you're fucked if you do, you're fucked if you don't.  He knew it, their
relationship would forever change, no matter what he did from here on in.

   Steve saw her legs part slowly and her butt flex downward.  It didn't
move much, and his first thought was that she was just getting comfortable
and adjusting her body a bit.  But then her ass raised back up a touch, and
then pushed back down again.  He could feel her pelvis start to grind down
onto his couch; the cushion he was sitting on compressed with each gyration
of her hips.  Is she getting off on my massage?  Is she grinding her pussy
down into my couch?

   Little by little Steve watched her knees slowly separate, the movements
interspersed between her grinding.  They started out pressed tightly
together, but were now a good six inches apart and still moving away from
each other.  I guess it can't hurt to see what she's got on under there,
not if she's willing to show her stuff off.  Steve slowly worked his way
back down Olivia's back and shifted his weight back slightly.  He was
hoping for a better view up her skirt and figured he'd need to lean
backwards to get that peek.  The opportunity to get a peek landed right in
his lap.

   "You can massage my legs now if you want Steve.  They're kinda sore
too." I can't be any more obvious than that!  Olivia waited to see if he'd
take the bait.  She knew he'd be a fool if he missed out on an opportunity
to check out her exposed pussy.  And he'd be blind if he didn't see her
precious kitty with this short skirt on, especially with the gap she knew
existed now between her knees.  If he doesn't do something now, then he
never will and this has been a wasted effort.  Olivia felt Steve shift back
down a foot or so and lay his hands on her thighs.  His grip was warm and
as she felt his first squeeze, she heard a small gasp escape from his
mouth. Bingo!

   Holy fucking Christ!  She's as bare as a baby down there!  Not a stitch
of clothing or a hair in sight God damn-it!  Steve got what he wished for
as he gazed down onto the hairless pussy of his young neighbor.  It gleamed
in the dim light of his basement overhead lights.  He could see the
moisture collected along her smooth labia.  They were a pale pink color, so
much lighter than her deeply tanned legs.  It was the sweetest looking
pussy he'd ever laid his eyes on and she was showing it off to him on
purpose.  There was no other explanation, she knew she was showing him her
pussy, it was even her idea to have him move down to massage her legs.

   Steve's conscience jumped in just as his hands were about to slide up to
that beautiful glistening pussy.  Decision time big boy, are you going to
take the high road and put an end to this, or are you going to jump in with
both feet and see where it takes you?  You know where it's going to take
you though, you'll be fucked no matter what you decide.  If you fuck her
and things go bad, you're going to jail and dad will kill you.  If you
don't fuck her, she'll no longer be that trusting plutonic "little sister"
you've always had next door.  The little girl you've watched over for
years, and recently ogled and flirted with.  And don't forget the most
important detail, the girl you almost killed three weeks ago!

   That thought did it.  That brought things back closer to home made him
realize what he needed to do.  He needed to be the adult and put a stop to
this.  No matter how hard his cock was or how sexy she looked lying there
on his couch with her pussy hanging out, and her boobies all but bared to
him.  "Olivia, I think it's time you went home," he stated as he pulled his
hands back off his gorgeous neighbor's perfect legs.  One last glance at
her perfect pussy made him realize he'd regret this decision for the rest
of his life, but at least he'd be able to live with a clear conscience too.

   "What's wrong Steve?" Olivia asked.  She felt his hands nearly leave her
legs.  Although the massage was over, she could feel his hands lingering
ever so lightly on her flesh.  She remained in her prone position, and even
shifted her hips up a fraction of an inch.  If he couldn't see her charms
before, she'd make sure he could now.

   "Olivia, I don't know what's come over you lately, first the flirting in
the pool last weekend, and now this," he said.  In his mind he gestured to
her "all but naked" body, but he couldn't bring himself to remove his
hands. He wanted to savor every last touch of her skin, he wanted the
contact with her body to go on forever.  Her skin felt magical, it was so
smooth and unblemished.  Her body was so tight and her legs were no
exception, he could feel the power of her leg muscles even now as she
partially rolled over to look at him.  His beautiful young neighbor's
overpowering sexuality was really testing the resolve of his conscience.

   Just as the exquisite view of her smooth labia was lost to him, her
beautiful face and her flat bare stomach popped into view.  Olivia had
rolled to face him and as her flat tummy appeared, so did her left tit, and
it was way bigger than he expected, for a twelve year old especially!

   Olivia smiled when she saw the look on his face.  She'd nonchalantly
rolled onto her side, not enough to expose both her tits, but certainly
enough to give him an eyeful of her left one, and the effect on him was
predictably disarming.  "Steve, I don't know what you're talking about.  We
weren't flirting in the pool last weekend.  That was just us having fun. 
This is flirting," she said as she gazed down at her exposed breast.

   "This isn't flirting Liv, this is a young girl who's doing..., well I
don't know what the hell it is you're doing, but it has to stop.  Cover
yourself up please!" he ordered while trying his best not to stare at her
exquisitely formed tit.  It was the perfect teardrop shape with a small
pink nipple protruding slightly from the surrounding tissue.  They were as
pale as her pussy thanks to the small white triangular tan lines formed
around her breast from her bikini.  The center of her areola had a small
pink cap no bigger than a mosquito bite, but it was perfect in his eyes.

   Olivia sensed Steve had made a decision, and one that didn't include
getting busy with her body.  She had to push him or lose this opportunity
forever.  "Steve, I can see you like my body," she said reaching out for
his erection that was straining against his long cotton shorts.  "I'm not
up to anything, I just know what I like and I'd like to have you, right
now." She felt the outline of his cock before he quickly pulled away.  It
felt, size-wise, like it could give her exactly what she needed.  What she
didn't expect was the resistance he was giving her.

   "Olivia!  Don't touch me there!  You're just a little kid.  You don't
know what you're doing!" Steve was shocked more than anything.  She'd had
the moxie to just reach out and grab him by the cock!  Little Olivia
Hastings from next door had just reached out and grabbed onto his rock-hard
erection!  She was lying there grinning at him like he was the fool and she
was the confident one who knew exactly what she was doing.  Maybe I am the
fool?

   "Steve, do I look like a little kid?  Does this look like the body of a
little kid," she said rolling over onto her back and pulling her t-shirt up
and over her head, exposing her very pert and very perfect B-cup breasts.
Time to go for broke.  Olivia lifted her knees up and slowly spread her
legs, exposing her perfectly shaven crotch with her tender pink slit.  "Are
you sure I still look like a little kid?" she said with a pouty face and a
sly smile slowly beginning to spread across her face.

   Steve stood there in shock.  He'd been with a few girls so far in his
relatively inexperienced world of sex; he was eighteen, but he'd never had
a serious girlfriend so the girls he'd been with had been either drunk or
skanky.  Needless to say, they didn't compare in the slightest to the
beautiful nymph lying before him.  Her body was far more of a woman's body
than he ever would have imagined, not an ounce of fat, and her toned and
tanned body begged for him to reconsider.  He felt his cock lurch in his
pants and knew that his resolve was quickly faltering.  "Olivia, I...,
I..., I don't even know what to say.  I..., I feel like I don't even know
who you are right now."

   "I'll tell you who I am.  I'm the same girl that's lived next door to
you for my whole life and there's so much more to me than you ever knew. 
Now get over here and fuck me now.  This is your shot, and I won't be
making the offer again.  If you do, I'll let you fuck me whenever you want
to.  You won't be my first, and you certainly won't be my last.  So the
choice is yours.  I'm not going to beg so make up your mind now." Olivia
felt relief wash over her as the words finally finished tumbling out of her
mouth.  It was easy for the Queen to talk to strangers that way, it was
easy for the Queen to believe in herself that way.  But this was a friend,
a neighbor, the nearest thing she had to a brother, and she was making a
once in a lifetime decision.  It was very much like her decision to become
the slut from her dream, you just decided and jumped in with both feet.  It
was something she couldn't and wouldn't reconsider, she'd crossed the line
and there was no going back.  The decision would have great benefits if
Steve could actually make his mind up and do something other than stand
there with his mouth hanging open.  If he made the right decision, it would
be a hard cock available just about any time she needed one, and right
about now was one of those times.

   Steve stood there, his cock throbbing in his pants; before him lay the
sexiest body he'd ever seen and it was attached to his gorgeous neighbor
whom he'd only recently realized was growing up.  This was "growing up"
faster than he'd ever imagined anybody could.  Sure the night that they'd
been flirting in the pool, he'd gone home and jerked off.  But it wasn't
really Olivia he was jerking off to; no he was doing it because she'd
gotten him all worked up and he needed release.  Jerking off over his
twelve year old neighbor was a thought he'd pushed back, it just wasn't
right.  There were plenty of girls in his school he could fantasize about
while stroking his cock.

   But as he stood there weighing the ultimatum this beautiful bombshell
had just delivered, Steve realized that his chances of getting a girl his
own age who was this hot in bed, were never going to be greater than the
opportunity lying before him.  Without even realizing he was doing it,
Steve's hand went to his shorts and popped the button.  He was going to do
it and the consequences be damned.  If he was going to rot in hell over
fucking his neighbor then so be it.  He'd go to hell with a smile on his
face.

   Olivia watched Steve slowly and methodically unbutton his shorts and
push them down to the floor.  He stood there in his white briefs with his
hard-on easily visible as it tented out the stretchy fabric.  Hmm, maybe
it's bigger than I thought.  The underwear was next to go and Olivia almost
squealed with joy when she saw his hard cock spring into view.  It looked a
little longer than Carl's but wasn't nearly as thick, but it would do very
nicely, and it would be located very conveniently next door whenever she
needed a good fuck.  Olivia pulled her skirt up around her waist as she
waited for Steve to climb on top of her.  He approached her waiting form
and climbed up onto the couch.  His body would completely cover hers as she
reached up to guide his body down.

   She could feel the hot hardness of his cock as it pressed down onto her
slit, the thick fat head pushing against her clitoris as he started gently
thrusting his sex against hers.  It felt wonderful as he shifted down and
his cock dragged over her sex, his hot tool rubbing her delicate skin as it
ventured down to where her wet cunt waited to be plundered.  He was staring
down into her eyes without saying a word while he worked his cock down to
her entrance, picking up her wetness along the way.  Olivia grabbed him by
the ass cheeks when she felt his head press against her opening and pulled
him inside.  The large knob pushed her labia apart and slowly speared its
way inside.  "Ohhh, that feels so nice Steve," she purred.  "Get it all the
way in me and I'll show you a really good time."

   Steve was speechless.  He hadn't said a word since Olivia made her
ultimatum.  He heard her say something to the effect of "fuck me now and
any time you want afterwards, or you'll never get the chance again" and
that was all it took for him to make up his mind.  If she's this hot now,
imagine how much hotter she's going to get?  If she's being serious about
the "any time" part, did you really think you could pass up an opportunity
like that?  His cock had never felt harder and her pussy felt divine as her
supple muscles worked his length.  A few gentle thrusts and he was in
balls-deep.  It was shocking that she could take him all the way in as he
felt his pelvic bone press up against hers, his whole cock buried to the
hilt in her precious pussy.  "My God Olivia, you feel so good.  I can't
believe I'm..., I mean, we're doing this," he said as he started gently
thrusting into her cunt.  He was being tentative because he didn't want to
hurt her, without knowing that such a possibility wasn't likely to happen,
not with all the cocks that had bashed their way into her cunt over the
past week.

   "Thanks Steve, I'm glad you finally made the right decision.  I was so
fucking horny that..., well, I don't know what I would have done tonight to
relieve myself." Yes you do, you were about to fuck a beagle.  You're just
lucky Steve came along when he did or you'd probably have a doggy cock up
your pussy right now, instead you have this hard beauty in you.

   "Really?  You're down here with me because you were just really horny?"
he said as he starting picking up the pace of his thrusting.  Her skills
were evident as he felt her rolling her hips in time with his, her body
moving to match his, her hands pulling on his ass cheeks pulling his cock
into her body, urging him to go faster and harder.  In the back of his mind
Steve started feeling a little let down at the thought that he might just
be getting to fuck his neighbor because he was convenient, of course the
sensations emanating from his cock made up for that in spades.

   "Steven you have no idea what I'm capable of, and for the record, no I'm
not just down here because I was horny." Actually, I'm down here because
Carl told me to fuck you!  "Well...partly it's because I was horny, but
also because I think you're hot and you have a really great body." That
part was definitely true, he did have a really nice body and it was doing
some very nice things to hers at the moment.  Olivia realized that she was
mostly recovered from the previous day's events, and even though her pussy
felt a little tender, it was nothing in the big scheme of things.  The
pleasure far outweighed any tenderness she was feeling from Steve's hard
cock as it plowed into her over and over again.

   "Really?  You think I'm hot?" he asked as he stared down into her deep
blue eyes.  She had a look on her face like there was no greater fun to be
had in all the world, and he was providing it for her.  Likewise, she was
making him feel far better than any other skank he'd ever been with.  This
was exquisite, this was perfection, and she was all his for the moment. 
Any "any time you want" she'd said.  Yes, this is definitely going to be a
regular thing!

   "Oh hell yeah.  I'm going to get very used to this Steven," she cooed.
"You're a neighbor with benefits now."

   For the next forty-five minutes Olivia fucked him in just about every
position Steve wanted to try.  After his initial panic as his first cum
approached, Olivia assured him she was on the pill and after that, he
couldn't wait to spray his cum in and on his blonde siren.  She even let
him slip it into her ass, although that was almost a little too sore from
the motel event.

   He was mister twenty-questions the whole time asking her how long she'd
been having sex, who she'd been having sex with, but of course Olivia
wasn't ready to divulge those kinds of details just yet.  It was enough of
a shock she assumed that the sweet innocent girl next door, had just fucked
the shit out of him.  Disclosing that she was striving towards, and well on
her way to being the biggest slut to ever walk the face of the earth, might
be too much, too soon, for Steve to handle.

   Slipping her skirt back down and donning her t-shirt, Olivia left Steve
crashed on his couch with his cock completely spent and with a million
questions still unanswered.  Heading out the side door, she crossed the
driveway and went through the back gate into her house through the back
door.  The clock on the kitchen wall read 10:40, she'd have just enough
time to get showered up and get into bed before her mother got home.

   Olivia had just made it to her bedroom when her phone rang.

   Looking down at the screen, she recognized Stacy's home phone number and
wondered why she'd be calling on that instead of her cell phone.  "Hello?"

   "Hi Olivia, I was getting worried.  Thank God you answered."

   "Mrs.  Bennett?  What's wrong?"

   "Well nothing now.  Stacy had called and said she was sleeping over at
your house and I've been calling for the last hour and half to check on her
and I wasn't getting any answer.  I was just about to jump in the car and
come over and check on your girls.  Is everything alright?"

   Oh shit, Stacy must still be over at Carl's, and what is he doing with
her that he's having her fake that she's sleeping over here?  "No
everything is fine Mrs.  Bennett, we were out in the backyard swimming and
we both left our cell phones in the house.  Sorry to scare you, everything
is fine."

   "Whew, that's a relief.  Ok, you girls have a fun evening.  Tell Stacy
not to stay up too late, we have church at ten tomorrow morning."

   "Sure thing Mrs.  Bennett.  Good night."

   "Good night Olivia.  Bye now."

   Olivia hung up and quickly called Stacy's number, forgetting about her
shower for the moment.  This was an unexpected twist that didn't sit well
with her.  As she stood there, she could feel Steve's last cum shot running
down her leg, a fairly typical thing for the Queen these days.  Hardly a
day had gone by over the last week where she didn't have cum running from
one orifice or another.  Stacy's phone went to voice mail; Olivia heard
Stacy's sweet high-pitched voice come on and ask the caller to leave a
message.  It was the voice of the previously innocent Stacy Bennett from
the days before Olivia had inadvertently turned her into as big a slut as
she was.  Only she knew when to say no, Stacy couldn't say no.  Anything
Carl demanded, Stacy did, including lying to her mother with her
whereabouts.  "Stacy, call me the second you get this message!  You mom
called over here because you said you were sleeping over.  Where are you?"

   Hanging up, the next number to call was Carl's.  After four rings Olivia
heard the phone pick up and Carl's deep voice come on the line.

   "Hey dollface, you want to come over and party?"

   "Carl, what's going on over there!  And why is Stacy's mom calling me
looking for her?  What have you done?"

   "Oh shit, she called?  I thought Stacy took care of that with the voice
mail she left her."

   "Yeah, well parents sometimes like to check up on their kids, especially
if they know the other kid's mother isn't home yet."

   "So is she in shit?  Or did you cover for her like the smart girl that I
know you are?"

   "I covered, but you're lucky.  I caught on quick and made up a bullshit
story that we were outside swimming all night and didn't hear our phones. I
think she bought it, but you're damn lucky I answered the phone when I did
because she was just about to drive on over and check up on us!"

   "Fuck, I guess that was a close one then, wasn't it princess?"

   "Carl, you don't sound very sincere, or worried for that matter.  What
are you doing over there and why didn't you tell me Stacy was sleeping over
at your place?"

   "Sleeping over?  She isn't even here right now and I have no idea what
time she'll be back."

   "Where is she and who is she with?  Better yet, why aren't you looking
after her?"

   "She left with some of the guys about an hour ago.  The little vixen has
a motor that just won't quit.  After she was done her blow job lessons, she
let us all fuck her, even Sam managed to fit his monster in her.  I think
she liked it based on all the noise she made on it."

   "Yeah, no wonder, the girl goes from virgin one day to taking on Sam the
next.  I played that game before and I know what it's like!" Olivia
replied. Lucky I was stoned otherwise I'm not sure I could have handles
that gigantic thing otherwise!

   "Yeah I remember, I was there too.  You practically begged Sammy to fuck
you that night, which he was more than happy to oblige you with as I
recall." "Back to Stacy, where did she go and why didn't you go too?"

   "Don't worry, Sam is with her and he won't let anything happen to her. I
think they were taking her around to show her a good time."

   "A good time where?  And whose idea was it to have her stay away from
home?  And I'm still mad you didn't tell me this earlier!"

   "Relax kid, there was no evil plan to get her all fucked up and go on a
whoring binge, it just sorta happened.  The message to her mom about
sleeping over was her idea believe it or not."

   "Well how is she going to pull that off, it's not like you can just drop
her off at home tomorrow morning, somebody will see it's not my mom taking
her home."

   "No big deal, we'll drop her off at your place like she just headed over
to your place from home, then she can hang out with you and go home later.
Nobody will be the wiser."

   "Yeah, sounds pretty easy," she said sarcastically.  "Only that her mom
needs her home in time to go to church at ten, so everyone at her house
will be up and waiting for her.  If she's not home then she's going to call
over here and get my mother, so not only is she going to be in shit, but so
am I because I covered for her!"

   "So what do you want me to do then?"

   "I don't know, maybe see if you can get her over here before my mom gets
home so I know she's safe, and just in case her mom calls back, she'll
actually be here."

   "Speaking of your mom and time running out, did you get your pictures
emailed to me yet?"

   Olivia thought quickly and remembered she was supposed to take pictures
of her fucking a dog tonight.  Shit, I didn't even think to take my phone
with me when I left.  "I can't, I mean I didn't get any pictures taken
because my neighbor intercepted me before I got the chance to do the deed."

   "Did you fuck him?"

   "Yeah, it took some convincing, but I did."

   "Well you still have time, so get off the phone and go find a dog to
fuck before your mom gets there."

   "Carl!  I don't have time for that, besides we need to focus on getting
Stacy taken care of.  Seriously, what if her mom calls back her and wants
to talk to my mom?  She's done it before when she's slept over." That part
was a lie, but Olivia was worried about getting busted more than anything.
It was dangerous to pull a fast one like that and risk jeopardizing her new
career, just as it was getting started.  That was really dumb Stacy, what
were you thinking?

   "Fine, make you a deal.  I'll call Sam and have him bring Stacy over to
your house right away and you go out and get fucked.  By the time you're
home, Stacy will be there and your mom won't be the wiser.  Deal?"

   "Carl, I don't think I have time.  I mean I went through like six
backyards and couldn't find a dog, and that was an hour ago or so.  It's
late, not that many people leave their dogs out in the yard this late."

   "I don't care.  Go find one.  If you want me to swing this with Stacy,
go get me what I'm asking for."

   "Fine.  Good bye."

   Olivia ran out the back door, making certain she flicked off the
backyard lights first.  I don't need Steve seeing me jumping the fence a
second time tonight!

   Jumping over the fence would have been much easier if it hadn't been for
her phone in her one hand.  A necessity since Carl wanted pictures and
there was nothing she had on that had pockets.  Olivia's feet hit the dewy
grass with a soft thud as she prepared herself to find a dog to fuck for
the second time tonight.  Her pussy was still gooey from Steve's cum so
lubrication for another fuck session wouldn't be an issue.  Finding a dog
with a cock at this hour was the issue of the moment.  Heading the opposite
direction from her first foray, Olivia passed five houses in a row with
quiet, dark backyards before fortune smiled upon her.

   Movement along a chain link fence caught her attention and Olivia saw a
friendly looking face staring out at her.  Quietly stalking up to the
fence, Olivia was greeted by the biggest dog she'd ever seen.  She
remembered the Jackson's getting a puppy in the fall, and she remembered it
was a mastiff, but she had no idea how big it would eventually grow, until
now.  "Hi Buddy.  How are you?  Awww, aren't you the sweetest doggy."
Olivia was pleased the dog was generally happy to see her.  The last thing
she needed was to find a nasty old bugger at this hour.

   Jumping over the four foot fence, Olivia found the massive dog sniffing
her all over, his huge head roaming up and down her legs and body. 
Something smelled interesting enough she figured based on his interest. 
It's probably me from all the sex I just had.  Sure enough, the big dog
stuck his head right under her skirt and pushed his big cold nose right up
against her crotch.  Fuck that's cold, but if that's what it takes... 
"There you go boy, check out that pussy, see what you think," she
encouraged.  The big raspy tongue gave a lick and Olivia felt the
sandpaper-like texture stimulate her clit like nothing else could.  After a
few interested licks, she got down on her knees and thought she ought to
get things rolling.

   Pulling her skirt up, Olivia felt the dog's tongue find her pussy once
again and let him lick at her again for what seemed like almost a minute.
Without warning, he jumped onto her back and just about toppled her over as
his haunches sought out her warm center.  Olivia could feel something hot
and pointy poking at her behind.  Reaching back she felt the furry sheath
that housed the dog's cock and felt the smooth sticky penis start to grow
and push out from the sheath.

   Knowing time was short, Olivia helped guide the dog's cock to her
saliva-covered pussy.  The dog was probing for the right spot with his
rapidly thrusting hips, and with her assistance, found it immediately. 
Olivia felt the red hot penis slice through her and start pumping in and
out at an amazingly fast pace.  It didn't feel anything like a human penis
with its pointy tip and furry sheath that kept bumping up against her
labia, although at the rapid-fire pace, she wasn't likely to feel much
difference anyway.  All she knew was that a hot cock was bashing inside of
her and it felt..., kinda good.  Okay, now I understand why Stacy seems to
like this.  It's not as much fun as the real thing, but it could do in a
pinch.

   Olivia felt her body buffeted back and forth by the enormous dog's fast
and aggressive pumping motion.  His penis, which started out fairly long
and thin was growing in girth, she could feel it as it continued slamming
in and out of her cunt.  Minutes ran by as the dog continued his amazing
pace, his forelegs scratching along her ribcage as he attempted to keep his
penis deeply imbedded in Olivia's sweet pussy.  Fuck that's starting to
feel pretty big.  I wonder if this is the "Sam" of the dog world?  Jesus,
he's getting huge!

   Olivia felt her pussy stretching and realized too late that although his
cock had grown in size, it wasn't his cock she was feeling stretching her
vaginal walls, it was his knot.  Fuck, I forgot about the knot thing.  That
thing is going to be fucking huge!  Olivia was right, it was his knot and
it was well on its way to exceeding baseball size.

   Remembering that is took a while for those to go down (why she
remembered that from her dream she'd never know), Olivia panicked and tried
pulling away from the big canine.  He growled in her ear as she felt the
tug of his junk jammed inside her pussy.  God, it's so big, Jesus it's
going to rip me open!

   Olivia had no choice but to remain in her kneeling position with the big
mastiff still pumping intermittently into her pussy.  At least he's not
bashing the shit out of my pussy anymore!  The dog continued on while she
felt his knot stretching the insides of her pussy.  It seemed to be
expanding, pushing her vaginal walls beyond any limits she thought her body
was capable of.  The feeling was intense and pleasurable, even though she
was on her knees in the dewy grass with a one-hundred-sixty pound dog
mounted on her back.  Olivia felt dominated with the dog's cock and knot
filling her pussy, causing her neurons to fire explosively.  It wasn't
supposed to be fun, more of an adventure, a first experience; but now
Olivia was feeling her arousal revving up, an orgasm was quickly brewing.

   What was only a few minutes seemed like forever as Olivia reached under
and fondled her clit to a thunderous orgasm.  Her pussy clamping down on
the massive knot of doggy muscle nestled within her vaginal walls.  The
canine whimpered as her internal muscles squeezed his cock hard.  It was
much like the orgasm she experienced in the restaurant with Carl's ex's
fist jammed up her pussy.  There was something to this orgasming with
something substantial pressing up against her walls.  Somewhere in the back
of her mind Olivia thought the expression "g-spot" came to mind.  All she
knew was that she'd just had an extremely powerful orgasm and time must be
running critically short.

   As if on cue, her cell phone buzzed and the screen came alive, glowing
in the dark and informing her Carl had sent a text: "Where are my
pictures?"

   Grabbing the electronic leash, Olivia snapped a picture from the side,
showing the dog perched over her back.  The flash was blinding and made her
see spots and temporarily blinded her for a moment.

   The sudden flash caused the big dog to jump down off the girl's back and
try to move away.  Unfortunately, his mass of flesh was still deeply
embedded in the gloriously hot human and the big mastiff ended up
ass-to-ass with his mate.  He wasn't going anywhere until she gave up his
massive knot.

   Olivia felt the great big knot nearly pull out, and with it she was
sure, would have come her insides.  It hurt like a bitch, but appreciably,
it did the same to the pooch as he immediately relinquished his attempts at
fleeing and pushed back, relieving the pain.  She relaxed as the massive
hunk of flesh settled back into place, deep within her pussy, her pelvic
muscles relaxing again, relieving the discomfort from the attempted
pull-out.  The stretch of her internal cavity was still intense, but
manageable.

   A few minutes passed by and Olivia realized she wasn't going anywhere
until the massive knot shrunk down.  Another text from Carl reminded her
she hadn't sent the picture yet.  She doubted very much he'd actually carry
out his threat of having his friends come over and fuck her, but more
importantly, she needed to know if Stacy was on her way over to her house
and into the safety she could provide.  And having Carl satisfied would
certainly aid that that endeavor.  Bringing up the photo, Olivia realized
all she could see was the big hairy beast on her back, she looked clothed
and there was no real evidence that she was fucking the pooch.

   In their current position of ass-to-ass, Olivia thought that another
picture of a more explicit nature might be in order.  With her back arched,
she held the phone far back in an elevated position and snapped another
shot.  The flash lit up the backyard once more and Olivia was once again
worried she'd be discovered and the dog, was once again startled by the
blinding light.  His startled reaction caused him to yank away once again,
and brought with it the scorching pain of his swollen mass of genital
tissue trying to evacuate her stretched out pussy.  Olivia stifled a scream
and grunted as she felt her pussy opening stretch more than it had ever
before.  She couldn't see her pussy, but she was sure it must look like she
was trying to deliver a baby at the moment.

   Just when she was sure her pussy was going to rip wide open, she felt a
sudden rush and then the sudden evacuation as the mass of tissue expelled
past her opening.  With it poured a gush of watery fluid that ran quickly
down her thighs, soaking them in the process.  It was hot, just like the
dog's cock had been as it pummeled her pussy before the knot made it
impossible to keep up his rapid humping.

   Olivia felt the dog's hairy ass finally depart her own and the cool rush
of the late-night air swoop in and flood her gaping opening.  Finally, I
can get the hell out of here and get home!

   Olivia stood and felt her legs muscles object to the demand for motion.
She'd been kneeling so long that her body was starting to cramp up.  Her
body had been through so much in the last week and tonight was just another
adventure to add to her list of accomplishments.  Grabbing her phone,
Olivia quickly jumped the fence and started a quick jog towards her yard,
checking out the photo she'd just snapped a few moments before.  Her pussy
still ached from the massive stretch it had just endured and the trickle of
fluids running down her thighs was really annoying.  Glancing down at the
photograph, she now understood the ache coming from her cunt, the photo
showed the thick fleshy attachment protruding from her pussy in all its
dark reddish-purple glory.  It was big, really big, and she'd taken it like
a good attentive slut.  Carl should be happy with these pictures.  There
can't be any doubt that I fucked my first dog tonight!  The cooling effect
of the runny doggy cum on her thighs was a constant reminder to her too.

   Olivia finished sending the pictures just as she made it to her fence.
Popping the phone into her mouth, she jumped up and grabbed onto the top
fence rail.  She was tired and needed to get over it on her first attempt
or else she'd be stuck running all the way round the block, and there might
not be enough time for that.  Her phone read 11:03 as the pictures were
delivered to Carl's phone.  Pulling with all her might, Olivia used her
feet to help get her body up towards the top of the fence.  Throwing her
arms over the edge, she kept pushing until she got her elbows up onto the
top of the rail, and then throw a leg over the top the fence.  She could
feel the cool night on her bare pussy as her widely spread legs tried to
gain purchase over the tall fence.  Anyone standing behind her would have a
view of everything she had as her skirt slid all the way up past her hips.

   Swinging her leg over the top, it was a simple act to right herself onto
the top of the fence and then fling her body over and onto the top of the
garbage can, and then a short jump down onto the grass below.  Hurrying
quickly towards the back door, Olivia could see two silhouettes through her
window and knew people were inside the house.

   The back door slammed behind her as she hurried into the house and heard
male voices coming from down the hallway.  Entering her room, Olivia was
surprised to see Sam and another man standing over her bed.  They were
tucking Stacy into her bed.  She was safe and sound and in her house before
her mother got home, now she just had to get these guys out of here and all
would be well.

   "Sam, thank you so much for getting Stacy over here, but you have to go
now!  My mom will be home any second and if she gets here and you're here,
we're all screwed." Sam's face had a look of happiness at seeing her once
again, and then disappointment over her haste.

   "Ok Olivia.  I'm sorry if we caused you guys any problems.  Carl said
Stacy just wanted to have some fun and she really seemed into it.  Can I
see you sometime soon?"

   He suddenly seemed really simple Olivia realized.  He was handsome,
built like a Greek God and with the cock to match, but deep down, his light
bulb didn't burn all that bright.  Even to a twelve year old, she realized
it was such a shame; he was so close to being the perfect guy, but all he
was, was the perfect fuck partner.  "Absolutely Sam, now get going.  Go out
the back door and jump the fence.  Go around to the park entrance and walk
all the way around.  I can't have my neighbors seeing you guys coming and
going in and out of my house like this."

   "Sorry Olivia.  I didn't mean to cause you any trouble," Sam said as he
followed Olivia out the back door, his friend in tow as they each jumped up
onto the garbage can and over the fence.

   Olivia was glad she left the backdoor light off; there was no telling if
Steve might be looking out the kitchen window once more.  That was all she
needed, was to explain why two grown men were leaving her house at eleven
o'clock at night.

   Olivia returned to her bedroom and flipping the lights off, quickly
changed into some pajamas.  As she pulled up the soft material, she could
feel it cling to the drying dog cum on the inside of her thighs and
desperately wished she had time to a hot shower.  Knowing her mother would
be home any second, Olivia knew it was the price the Queen had to pay and
knew she would have to sleep with the inside of her pussy coated with dog
sperm as she moved over next to her bed.

   Stacy appeared to be fast asleep, or completely passed out as she lay
there under the covers.  Climbing under the covers next to her, Olivia
caught a whiff of her best friend, she smelled like cigarettes and beer,
and the underlying scent of sex.  It was the musky smell of sweat and
bodily fluids, most of them male.  Her own musky scent came from Steve and
her new canine lover and had a whole different quality than Stacy's.

   Reaching over, she let her hands feel for her friend and as they found
her body, Olivia realized Stacy was naked on top, her panties hanging off
her hips slightly.  Where the hell are her clothes?  Jesus I hope they
didn't walk her into the house like this!  What the fuck, how do I explain
that to the neighbors if they saw it?  Yeah, two grown men carried your
twelve year old friend into the house with nothing but a pair of panties
hanging off her hips.  Nice one Sam.

   Olivia rolled back over and flipped on the lamp on her bedside table. 
Her room illuminated instantly and after the initial glare on her eyes,
Olivia looked around and saw her friend's clothes balled up and thrown
under her desk.  Padding over quickly, Olivia bent over and picked up her
friend's clothes.  They stank far worse than Stacy did and they'd need to
be washed before her mother found them.  Hearing a car pull up outside,
Olivia hustled over to her closet and searched around for a plastic bag she
could stuff the clothes in to keep the smell contained.

   How do I explain why I didn't ask mom for permission to have Stacy sleep
over?  Hmm, when in doubt, lie your ass off!  Olivia jumped back in bed and
listened carefully for her mother.  Sure enough a few minutes later she
heard the door open and close, and then her mother's footsteps coming down
the hall.  After a hard night's work, those footsteps were as comfortable
of a sound as Olivia ever knew.

   Padding lightly over to her door, Olivia poked her head out of her door
and whispered, "Hi mom.  I'm really sorry I didn't call you earlier, but
Stacy is sleeping over and she's fast asleep.  I hope you aren't mad."

   "Hi honey.  Of course I'm not mad, but I do wish you'd let me know.  You
know how I like to worry.  Stacy's mom knows she's here I assume?" Lauren
replied as she slowed her pace down to minimize the noise.

   "Of course mom.  Actually she called to check on us maybe half an hour
ago and everything was ok." Olivia was purposefully keeping the door open
only wide enough to peek her face out from, just in case her mom might
detect the smell coming from Stacy or her clothes.

   "I was thinking of making a cup of tea, do you want one too honey?"
Lauren asked as she quietly crept into her bedroom.

   Pressing her thighs together, Olivia used the cotton of her pajamas to
wick away the remaining wetness from the mastiff as she replied, "No thanks
mom, I was already in bed.  I just wanted to wait up for you and say good
night before I drifted off to sleep.  We tuckered ourselves out swimming
and Stacy's already dead to the world."

   "Awww, I was hoping we could hang out for a few minutes tonight but I
understand hon.  Don't forget, we have church in the morning."

   "I won't mom, I'll see you bright and early.  Night mom."

   "Well hopefully not too bright and early.  I know you've never been much
of the sleep-in type.  Anyway, good night sweetie, Love you."

   "Love you too mom." Closing the door, Olivia breathed a sigh of relief.
Dodged another one.  This is getting ridiculous.  One of these days I'm
really going to fuck up and get busted.

   Climbing back into bed, Olivia flicked on her table lamp and looked
under the covers.  Stacy's tiny little boobs were covered in red welts and
the makings of some purple bruises.  It could have been from yesterday, or
from whatever the hell they'd done to her tonight.  Her panties were torn
slightly around the waistband and the crotch looked like it was soaked
right through.

   Touching the wet and sticky panel of the pink cotton panties, Olivia
found them as soaked as they looked.  Stacy didn't stir in the slightest as
she gently touched her panty covered crotch.  Not that she wanted to peek
into her friend's underwear, but the smell coming from them was quite
strong.  Pulling them open enough to look inside, Olivia saw a white crust
built up in her friend's pubic hair and a white creamy goo seeming from her
reddened pussy and saturating into the crotch panel.  She'd been fucked
plenty tonight, there was no doubt of that.

   Her own pussy had recovered enough to take on an hour with Steve and
fifteen minutes with the big dog, but it looked like Stacy had been through
way more than that.  It was a curious thing, stealing a peek into your best
friend's panties when she didn't even know you were doing it.  Her cute
nipples were much larger and darker than her own, and her thick hairy pubic
hair made her less-developed body at least look like she could pass for
older.

   Olivia was tempted to explore her friend's body, and see just how out of
it she really was.  The Queen liked the idea and gave her a kick or
hormones to entice her to go further.  Gently reaching out, Olivia ran her
index finger over her friend's closest nipple, if felt smooth and soft, the
skin being much darker than her own pink nipples.  It was interesting, but
that wasn't what was piquing her curiosity, she wanted to see if her
friend's pussy was as spermy as it looked.

   There was something about man-cum that ignited the Queen's furnace.  She
loved cum, she loved the feel of it when it splashed onto her body, when it
shot into her mouth, and especially when it shot into her hungry pussy. 
Tonight had been about enjoying sex with Steve, it wasn't the cum-fest last
night had been and the Queen hadn't gotten her fill yet tonight.  Her
friend's pussy seemed to have an ample supply and it was right there
waiting for her to enjoy it.

   Running her fingers down towards the torn waistband, Olivia let her
fingers trace their way down past her friend's smooth tummy and under the
damp cotton fabric.  A few more inches and she could feel the sticky crust
of dried cum in her friend's bushy pubic hair.  Pushing further down,
Olivia felt the warm soft wetness of her friend's puffy slit as her fingers
parted the folds.  It was slippery and she was sure it was cum her fingers
were sliding through.  Stacy's legs seemed to part all on their own as she
dug her way down into her pussy.  The poor thing's been fucked so many
times over the last two days she doesn't even have the thought to resist
when someone toys with her pussy, even in her passed-out state.

   Olivia pushed two fingers into her friend's gash and they went in
knuckle deep without much effort.  Yep, she's been fucked a lot tonight.

   Pulling her fingers out, Olivia inserted them into her mouth and sucked
in the wetness.  Sure enough, she could taste the sperm left behind and the
musky taste of her friend's pussy.  Arousal and excitement were taking over
her control as she went back for another dip.

   Five minutes later Olivia sensed her friend starting to come to and
pulled her fingers quickly from her cunt.  She'd gotten all the sperm there
was to get out of Stacy's pussy, plus she was worried her friend might get
upset at her intrusion.  Sucking her three fingers into her mouth, she
relished the musky scent and the interesting taste.  It was her friend's
own lubrication along with the remnants of some guy, or guys' spermy
leftovers.  It could be Sam's, or it could be just about anyone's!

   Olivia finished licking her fingers off and pushed them under her
nightgown, immediately thrusting them into her own well used pussy. 
Feeling around, everything seemed to be in order.  The experience with the
gigantic knot of doggy cock hadn't done any damage as far as she could
tell, and she felt just about fully recovered from the previous day's
activities.  Too bad tomorrow was Sunday, her mother's day off.  Such a
shame to have my pussy fully healed tomorrow and nobody to use it on.  I
guess I'll have to play it by ear and see what comes up, especially if Carl
wants me to fuck one new guy a day.  I'll have to remember to update my sex
log tomorrow after Stacy leaves so I can properly recount my first doggy
encounter!

   Olivia quietly masturbated herself to a nice comfortable orgasm.  It was
the first time she'd ever touched another girl and the experience had left
her feeling horny once again.  She felt guilt over fingering her friend,
but she was confident Stacy had remained passed out throughout the whole
experience.

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

   The darkness enveloped her, and for the first time throughout the long
and arduous night, the world was at peace around her.  Stacy Bennett felt
warm and cozy and her body, as abused as it was, felt nice and relaxed. 
From out of the fog, she opened her eyes and recognized the room as her
best friend's bedroom.  She could hear Olivia's breathing on the pillow
next to hers.  She was safe and secure and knew there would be no more
cocks pushing their way into her pussy for the remainder of the night.

   Closing her eyes, Stacy felt the blackness surround her once again;
images of the day's events danced through her brain as sleep returned.

   Stacy had wanted to recover from the motel "incident", but Carl had
other plans.  She had never wanted to give in and become the insatiable
animal that she knew she could be.  She was destined to be every bit of the
slut her mother was, and the last two days proved that.

   Carl had called and said he was coming over to pick her up.  There was
no option to say "no" and he made that abundantly clear.  She was down by
the curb waiting for him when he arrived.  That the entire afternoon was
spent with her clothes in a pile next to the couch.  Fortunately none of
the guys at Carl's place had tried fucking her as her pussy was still sore
from the motel the night before.  But she did have sex, a lot of sex, all
of it oral for what seemed like hours.

   She was told to get down onto the carpet and start sucking cock, which
she did.  If she didn't have a taste for sperm from the night before, she
certainly had plenty of opportunity to develop one after all the loads of
spunk she was made to swallow.  The drugs helped make it more tolerable and
after a while, actually made it enjoyable.

   Stacy had no idea what Carl was giving her.  It was an afternoon of
"drink this, swallow this, snort this".  By the time they started fucking
her, she had actually welcomed it and accepted every cock they threw at
her.

   Through the foggy haze, Stacy hadn't even bothered trying to remember
all the faces she saw perched over her.  The guys must had called some of
their friends to come over to Carl's place as the guys she'd been sucking
off for hours didn't seem like they'd be able to get it up anymore.  The
faces all blended together after a while anyway.  The only thing that
remained constant were the sausages that kept getting shoved into her
tender pussy.  Guy after guy all night long.

   She must have blacked out for a while, because when she woke up again,
she was in the back seat of somebody's car, and some guy was pumping into
her pussy.  Then another guy took his place, and then there were driving
again.

   They kept stopping, and then another new face would be perched above her
with his cock sluicing into her pussy.  Just as her pussy would start to
hurt, they guys would give her something for the pain, and then her head
would get swimmy again and eventually she would black out again.

   Time seemed to stand still as the cycle continued.  The guys would wake
her up and then another guy would be there on top of her, fucking her pussy
again, and then another guy would take his place.  And then this...,
Olivia's comfy bed and her body was once again her own.  Although the
tingly feeling in her pussy gave her the impression she had just been
violated again.  Must just be the drugs working their way out of me, she
thought.  Then sleep came again.
   ~ End of Chapter 7 ~