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 Chapter 8

   "Mmmmmm..., oh yeah..., that feels so good." A good looking guy was
kneeling between her legs, his hands cupping her butt cheeks, hoisting her
pussy onto his generous cock slowly but surely, filling her pussy with his
throbbing manhood.  He was smiling down at her with his big blue eyes, his
rippling muscles flexing as he worked her body on and off his tool.  She
could feel his hands gripping her ass cheeks tightly, lifting her hips up
to meet his, their bodies locked together in time with their rhythmic
movements.

   Olivia felt an arm drape across her chest and nonchalantly grab her by
the breast.  But it's just me and him, who's grabbing my tit?

   Olivia bolted upright, waking herself in the process.  She realized she
wasn't alone and panicked thinking there was a man in her bed and she was
fucking him under her mother's roof.  That was when she saw Stacy's face
and realized she was having a very erotic dream, one she was very
disappointed to be missing out on.

   Holy crap, for a second there I thought it was real and there was
actually a guy in my bed.  To the Queen, that was a phenomenal idea, and
for the moment Olivia couldn't agree more.  She woke up horny and knew she
had a whole day with her mother ahead of her.  Unless she could figure
something out, she'd end up going the whole day without sex, and that would
really suck.

   Lifting the covers up, Olivia looked at her nearly naked friend and
caught a whiff of the stale smell coming off her friend.  It was like stale
sweat socks meets old vagina.  How many guys did you fuck last night and
why do you smell so bad Stace?

   The house was still quiet which meant her mother was still sleeping. 
Climbing out of bed, Olivia got up and headed off towards the bathroom.

   A hot shower later and a fully refreshed Olivia Hastings was wrapped up
in a towel and heading back to her room, passing her sleeping mother along
the way.  Opening up her bedroom door, she realized just how musky her room
smelled thanks for her fucked out best friend, and crossed the room to open
the window, stepping around Stacy's scattered clothing along the way.  She
could see the crusty splotches plastered over her shorts and shirt.  There
was no bra in sight and Olivia wondered if that was some guy's souvenir
right now?

   Reaching for the latch on her window, she saw a piece of paper jammed
between the panes.  Opening up the window, Olivia grabbed the piece of
paper and then continued to open the window up all the way.  She felt the
rush of fresh air and it smelled so clean and clear as she opened up the
folded piece of paper.

   It read:

   Hey you said anytime, and yet when I looked through your window, you had
somebody else in your bed, so I missed out.  It's my turn tonight, leave
your window unlocked.

   Steve

   Steve thinks I had a guy in my bed last night?  What a moron.  Oh shit!
What if he saw Sam drop Stacy off?  He would have seen three people go in
and only two come out.  But he would have realized it was Stacy, wouldn't
he?

   Olivia let her mind wander about whether or not she would go down that
road and let her neighbor fuck her in her own home, while she went about
getting ready for the day doing her hair and makeup.

   Olivia was sitting in front of her computer when she heard Stacy start
to stir behind her.  Looking back she was just rolling over onto her side,
her eyes were closed and her breathing still deep and rhythmic.  Man that
girl can really saw the lumber.

   Olivia's Sex Log: Day 6

   I didn"t expect to be writing an entry for Day 6 considering the workout
my body got at the motel on Day 5, but here I am adding to my exploits.  It
was a fairly boring day, nothing happened all day long, nothing until very
late last night.  Carl dared me to have sex with my neighbors and also have
sex with a dog.

   I accomplished both things and surprisingly found both to be very fun;
very different kinds of fun, but both fun.  I fucked Steve kinda by
accident.  He saw me jump my fence and came to find out why.  He caught me
on top of Mr.  MacIntyre's fence, I was about to try and fuck his beagle,
instead I fucked him!  It took me awhile to seduce him, but I succeeded. 
We fucked for almost an hour before I came home.

   Carl was pissed I hadn't sent him photos of me fucking a dog so he
demanded I go out and get fucked by one immediately.  I found somebody's
dog and jumped their fence.  It was a really big dog, which is why I'm sure
they'd left it outside, because nobody would normally fuck with a dog that
big.  Ha, ha, I'm so funny, get it?  Fuck with it?  That's exactly what I
did, lol!  Anyway I wasn't sure what to expect from the experience.  I was
kinda scared and very nervous about getting caught, not by the owners but
by my mother from not being home when she got home.

   I was almost late too!  The dog's big round thing expanded inside me and
I couldn't get it out!  I was stuck to him for a good ten or fifteen
minutes.  He fucked really fast too, and his dick got pretty big I thought,
well that was until his thing blew up inside me, then I didn't even notice
how big his cock was anymore.  I thought he was going to rip me in half!

   So anyway, I finally got his big ball of meat out of my cunt and then
ran home.  Sam and some other guy dropped Stacy off before I got home and I
walked into my room just as they were tucking her into my bed.  Poor thing
looked beat-up, and smelled even worse, which reminds me, I'll have to wash
my sheets today.  Well, that's all for now, oh yeah, I emailed the pictures
of me fucking the dog to Carl, although I haven't talked with him since.  I
hope he likes them!  See ya!

   Olivia was going through her emails trying to keep up reading the new
ones and responding to the ones that needed her attention.  There were tons
of guys wanting to hook up with her, and most didn't have a problem with
her wanting to charge money.  Most wanted to know how much, and when and
where they could arrange it.  She wasn't sure how to respond to that other
than "soon".

   Olivia emailed Henry and asked him how soon they could schedule some
"alone time" together.  Even though he wanted her and Stacy together,
Olivia wanted his giant horse-cock all to herself for her first encounter
with him.

   The emails from the guys who'd missed out on the motel event were
throwing a million questions at her about whether it really happened or
not, she was inclined to suggest another motel blowout party, just for
those who missed out.  Emailing that bunch back, she suggested they pick a
date this week and see if they were willing to see for themselves.

   All the emails centered around one thing, they all wanted to have sex
with her, and like always, it was getting her horny again.  Her body felt
completely refreshed now and with a full day stuck with her mother lying
before her, today was going to be a snooze-fest for her libido.  Olivia
knew there would be no opportunity for sex today unless she could pull
something of a miracle off.  "Ohhh-hhh-hhh, my aching head.  Olivia?  How
did I get here?"

   Olivia turned around just as she was signing out of her email, and saw a
very bleary-eyed Stacy raising herself up onto her elbow, and rubbing her
eyes.  The covers had fallen back and Stacy's developing breasts popped
into view.  She had various bruises and welts on her small tits and she
looked like shit.

   "Hi Stace, how are ya feeling?" Olivia said as she spun around on her
desk chair.

   "How do I look?"

   "Like shit."

   "Bingo, that"s how I feel.  What time is it?" Stacy asked, and for the
first time realized she was wearing almost nothing but a ripped pair of
underwear.  "Where are my clothes?" she said in a panic.

   "Shush Stace.  They're in the wash.  They were filthy and they stunk. 
Oh, and it's 9 o'clock.  I'm glad you woke up, I was going to have to wake
you up soon anyway.  Your mom wants you home in time to go to church."

   "Church?  Crap," she stated, and then thought about what Olivia had just
said.  "Hey, how do you know that?"

   "Your mom called here last night and I talked to her."

   "You did!  Oh crap, am I dead meat?" Stacy asked while throwing back the
covers and quickly standing up.  Gravity was not her friend and Stacy felt
the world around her swim out of focus before her legs gave out and she
felt herself falling down onto the bed.

   "Stace, are you okay," Olivia asked rushing over to grab her friend
before she could topple completely over.  Olivia had Stacy by the arm and
held on as her friend's head rolled to the side.  From Stacy's seated
position, Olivia could see the other bruises on her friend's body.  They
looked like finger marks from guys grabbing onto her flesh during some very
physical sex.

   "Yeah, just got up too fast.  My head hurts and my stomach does too.  In
fact, my whole body hurts," she said as she rolled over onto her side and
laid back down.

   "What do you remember from last night Stace?" Olivia said as she sat
down next to her friend and held her hand.  Stacy was lying on top of the
covers and Olivia could get a closer look at all the welts on her body and
she knew they'd really worked her over good.

   "I was at Carl's place, and I was...," she said and then hesitated. 
"You know...  I was..."

   "I know, Carl told me, you were sucking them all off."

   "Yeah, I didn't want to at first, and then it just seemed ok.  Carl was
giving me different things to try."

   "Like what?" she asked, although she already knew the answer, Carl was
giving her drugs to keep her going.

   "I don't know, I think some ecstasy then I'm not sure what else after
that.  He had me drinking stuff, then smoking stuff, and I think he even
had me snorting stuff.  It was all kind of blurry after that."

   "And then after that?  Do you remember anything else?"

   "Yeah, they started having sex with me, everybody at Carl's, then they
took me with them."

   "With who?  Sam?"

   "Yeah.  I remember being in the back of a van, or truck or something. 
Then guys were having sex with me.  It was all kind of blurry, but it was
face after face.  I have no idea who they were, or how many of them there
were, but judging by the pain I'm feeling down there, it was a lot."

   "Like at the motel?  Like that many?"

   "I have no idea.  It was all so blurry."

   "Was it..., was it fun?"

   "I don"t remember much of it other than the feeling of guy after guy
lying on top of me pushing his way into my..., my..."

   "Pussy?" Olivia interjected.

   "Yeah, my pussy.  I was getting pretty sore and every time I complained,
they just gave me more drugs, and then they drove me somewhere else and
then more guys would have sex with me," Stacy said, and then paused.

   Olivia saw the tears start forming at the corners of her eyes and then
the sobs started.

   "I just didn"t have any choice," Stacy cried, the tears starting to flow
more freely and the sobbing starting to wrack her chest.  Her breathing was
labored as the emotions of the previous evening overcame her.

   Olivia was startled by the raw emotion she saw before her.  Up until now
Stacy seemed ok with what she'd had done to her, what she'd done because of
her.  Olivia knew she was to blame for Stacy's condition, and now she had
to deal with the consequences.  She'd turned her best friend into a human
cum receptacle.  It was her fate, her chosen fate, and not her friend's. 
She'd decided for her friend that she was to join her in her quest to
become a mega-slut.  Stacy hadn't made the choice, Olivia had made it for
her, and now Carl was jumping on board the bandwagon and taking advantage
of her friend's weakness.  Stacy couldn't say "no" to the man, and he was
taking full advantage of it.

   "How many guys do you think there were?" Olivia asked.  Looking into her
friend's tear streaked face, Olivia could see what Carl and the rest of the
guys saw in her, she was beautiful.  Even in her state of distress, she
looked beautiful, vulnerable, but beautiful.  Olivia felt another pang of
guilt as she looked down at her friend's nearly naked body.  On top of her
existing guilt for putting her friend in this situation, Olivia now
understood Carl's interest in her friend, she screamed "victim" like she
was meant to be used, meant to be taken advantage of, meant to be used as a
sex toy.  It was completely wrong and she knew it, but she saw the look in
her friend's eye and saw what Carl saw.

   "How many were there?  I..., I..., have no idea Liv.  Why do you want to
know?" Stacy sobbed.

   It was the Queen talking.  The Queen wanted to know.  The Queen had to
know.  It was the measure of a true slut to know how many guys another slut
was willing to fuck.  The Queen was supreme, nobody else could compare, or
should compare.  The Queen needed to know she was still supreme.

   "I don't know, I was just curious is all," Olivia replied still holding
her friend.  She could feel her chubby little boobies pressing up against
her tummy as she held her, her chest still heaving from her crying, which
was starting to wane.

   "I don't know, there were the guys at Carl's.  I think it was like four
or five..."

   "Carl said five.  Did that include Nick?"

   "O-li-via?" she said enunciating every syllable.

   "Well, did it?"

   "Uh..., I..., don't think so..."

   "So it was six including Nick?"

   "Uh yeah.  Olivia, why do you care how many it was?  It was enough ok."

   "I'm sorry Stace, I was just curious.  How about after you left Carl's,
how many did you fuck after that?"

   "Olivia, why would you ask me that?" Stacy asked looking up at her
friend with a face rapt in shock.  Olivia looked very curious, almost
concerned about how many guys she"d been with.

   "I don"t know Stace.  I"m just worried that Carl is making you do more
than you can handle," I guess.

   "More than I can handle?  Olivia, they drove me around the city for
hours, letting guy after guy have sex with me!  How am I supposed the
"handle" that?" Stacy asked with a disturbed look on her face.

   Olivia felt something inside her let loose, the idea of being driven
around the city and having guy after guy have sex with her sounded like
some incredible experience.  She understood why Stacy was so upset about
it, the Queen on the other hand thought there was nothing more appealing
than being the one in that position.  The idea was making her hornier than
she already was.  The tease of going through her sex log, then all her
emails with scores of guys begging her for sex was enough already to get
her primed for sex.  With one sentence, Stacy had ramped up her desire like
nothing else she had expected.  Hearing her best friend say she was used as
a cum dump was making her horny and jealous all at the same time.

   Olivia wanted to be the cum dump, and the saddest part of all was that
she was stuck with her mother all day and there was virtually nothing she
could do to avoid it.  There would be no sex for her today, unless she
could figure out a way to get away from her for a while, and then who would
she have sex with?  There was supposed to be at least one new dick today,
and how would she accomplish that?  It would be tough enough getting sex as
it was.  How would she find a new guy to have sex with?

   "Olivia, I don"t think I can do this anymore.  Last night was too much.
I mean the other day at the motel was a lot too, but at least I had you
there and I still had fun.  Last night had nothing to do with fun.  They
used me, and I was all alone.  I had no idea who the guys were or what they
were going to do to me.  I felt so helpless and alone.  I was their toy and
they were letting everybody play with me.  It was just one stop after
another, and every time we stopped it was another horde of guys working
their way inside me.  That guy who was with Sam kept egging them on to
hurry up so the next guy could get a turn, and every one of them shot their
stuff inside me.  I feel so dirty now." Stacy's tears were drying up, but
the sadness in her voice persisted.  Her fears were mixed with confusion.
Sex had been something she knew she would easily fall victim to if she
started down that path.  What she hadn't expected was for someone like Carl
to take advantage of her weakness and throw her down the well of her own
sexual servitude.

   Olivia couldn"t stand it anymore, Stacy's emotional ramblings over what
they guys had done with her last night were driving her insane.  Where she
should have been sympathetic and comforting, she only found excitement over
the debauchery of it all.  The Queen should have been the one in the back
of that van!  She should have been the one getting pumped full of strange
cocks and all the glorious cum they could provide!  It wasn't right that
Stacy was the one to experience something as amazing as that rolling
fuck-truck.  She could feel her pussy kicking into gear and knew that her
underwear would soon be soaked all the way through the thin cotton.  She'd
have to change her underwear before she even got into her Sunday best at
the rate she was going.  And if Stacy doesn't stop soon, I'm going to have
to frig myself off right in front of her!

   "What should I do Liv?" Stacy asked.

   "Huh?" Olivia mumbled.  She was lost in the perversion of her mind,
planning her own fuck-truck evening and wondering just how many guys Sam
and whomever it was that collaborated with him for the evening, had found
for Stacy.  She hoped it would be a ton of guys, all with a hard cocks
ready to fill her up.  "I'm sorry Stace, I was just imagining how awful
that must have been like for you." It took all her willpower to get that
lie out of her mouth without sounding insincere.  That last thing Olivia
wanted right now was to lose her best friend at such a vulnerable time. 
Her partner in crime seemed to be backing out, exit stage left in a big
damn hurry.

   "It was Liv.  Well..., it didn"t start out horrible, but it certainly
ended terribly," Stacy said as she sat upright, no longer lying on her
side. "So what do you think I should do?" Stacy asked again.

   "I'm not sure Stace," Olivia said, feeling her pussy leaking into her
panties.  "Carl can be pretty persuasive, plus we need him for all the
stuff he provides.  Maybe you should tell him they need to take it easier
on you next time." The thought of telling her best friend she should stop
having sex was something she just couldn't do, the Queen wouldn't allow it,
plus she liked the idea of Stacy being her party pal.

   "Next time?  Liv, I don't think I want to do this anymore, ever."

   "Don't be silly, we're having too much fun to stop now.  You just need a
night off to rest and recover like I did last night."

   "Really, you didn't have sex last night?" Stacy asked as the last of her
tears casually slid down her cheeks and her breathing returning to normal.
Olivia had such a casual way of making the most traumatic moment of her
life seem like something minor as she blew off her statement about giving
up sex as if it were nothing.

   "I did, but I don"t have time to give you all the gory details right
now. I need to finish getting ready for church, and you need to get dressed
and get ready too.  I'll fill you in later on what I did last night, since
I know you'll have a ton of questions," Olivia said with a giggle.  "Now
get your sorry butt out of bed and get ready to go home."

   "Alright," Stacy said with a sigh.  Olivia seemed to be one step ahead
of her with all this sex stuff and seemed to be able to take it all in
stride like nothing she"d experienced was anything major.

   Suspecting she wouldn't be finding anymore sympathy for the moment,
Stacy said, "I guess I should get home soon so I don't miss church.  That's
all I need is my mother asking questions about last night, because I'm too
bushed to get home in time."

   "There you go.  Get home, go to church, and then do nothing for the rest
of the day.  By this time tomorrow you'll be raring to go at it again!"
Olivia said as she released her friend.  Also so she could change her
underwear since there were sopping wet now.

   Stacy highly doubted she'd be "raring to go" anytime soon, but got her
abused body moving.  "Umm..., Liv, do you have some clothes I can wear
home?" Stacy asked sitting upright again.  This time she was able to keep
from blacking out as she remained sitting in a vertical position on the
edge of Olivia's bed.

   "Sure Stace, let me get you something.  I think I have one of those tank
tops with the built in sports bras since my bras will be too big for you
and yours didn't seem to make the trip over here."

   Olivia stood up and felt her underwear stick to her shaved pussy.  Yep,
they"re soaked alright.  Fucking little tramp has me all jacked up in time
to sit through the most boring hour of my life listening to another boring
sermon.  At least Father Tim is cute, in a young priestly kind of way.  "So
anyways, getting back to last night, you said it didn't start out terrible,
does that mean you didn't mind what was going down at Carl's place?" Olivia
asked as she handed a pile of clothing to her best friend to wear.

   "Well, like I said, they made me suck their..., you know, their cocks.
And even though I didn't really want to, I guess I got into it.  I was
feeling pretty good so I guess that was kind of fun.  I guess I didn't mind
having sex with all them either, except that I was still a little sore from
the night before.  So I guess I was ok with all of that.  It was just when
they took me and threw me in the van.  That's when it stopped being fun."

   "So was it because you didn't know what was going to happen that made it
so scary, or was it all the guys?" Olivia asked.  Stacy still appeared to
be unsteady on her feet as Olivia watched her friend start to undress,
which didn't amount to much of an exercise since all she had on were her
ripped panties.

   Stacy's head was swimming as she stood there in front of her best
friend, her fingers grasping what was left of the waistband of her panties.
Olivia was making her feel silly over her reaction to the previous evening,
like it wasn't a serious thing.  Her body told her differently as she ached
all over, especially from her crotch, which she was about to inspect. 
Peeling off her tattered panties, Stacy examined both the crotch of the
panties and her own crotch as well.  The panties were ruined, besides being
completely cum encrusted and stiff, they were ripped in several places.  It
was evident that she was forcibly stripped numerous times the previous
evening.

   Her poor vagina looked like something a pack of dogs had been fighting
over.  It was very red and swollen and coated in the same crusty sperm her
panties were.  Judging by the pain she was feeling now, Stacy knew that the
rest of the day was going to be spent popping pain killers and taking hot
baths.  No more sex for me, ever!

   That thought ran through her brain on an endless loop as she struggled
to get dressed.  No matter what Carl demands, I will not be his puppet
anymore!  Who are you kidding Stacey Bennett, it's in your blood.  You
can"t say no to him, or any other domineering man no matter how strong you
think you can be.  You'll be back on his couch with your legs spread,
eagerly awaiting his cock, or in the back of some car, or some sleazy motel
waiting for some other anonymous guy to fuck your cunt.  You may not like
the sex all that much, but you won"t say no, not now, not ever!

   Stacy's subconscious had a battle raging inside her head.  She knew she
didn't ever want to go through what she experienced last night ever again.
And it wasn't the onslaught of sex as much as it was a sense of
abandonment, the singular loneliness of it all.  Yeah, but if it was
somewhere you felt secure with, or around people you knew were watching
over you, you'd let those guys fuck you all over again!  But I don't want
to be that person!  Yes you do!  You want to be used just like all the
women in your family tree.  All those sluts that came before you, and the
slutty progeny your nasty little pussy is going to spit out some day,
she'll be as big of a slut as you!  But I don't want to be a slut!  You
can't hide what's inside cum-slut!

   "I guess it was just the "not-knowing" of what was going to happen to
me," Stacy concluded after giving her friend's question a few seconds to
ponder.  She finished dressing and sat back down on Olivia's bed, she was
depressed over the mind battle she was facing.  It was mentally exhausting
being in her head, and not to mention she felt weird wearing Olivia's
clothes.  Yeah they'd traded

   clothes tons of times, but she"d never worn her friend's underwear
before today.  It was just one more mental hurdle she had before her,
although this one wasn't much more than a little bump compared to the "sex"
hurdle.  That one seemed to be a mile high.

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   Olivia managed to accomplish two major tasks; to get her church clothes
on and finish getting ready, and to get her mentally distraught friend
looking presentable and out the door.  Thankfully her mom was ready early
enough to make the detour past the Bennett house to drop Stacy off just in
time to keep Mrs.  Bennett happy.

   Church was an exercise Olivia found out.  It was her first time around a
large number of males that weren't gathering to fuck her, and unbeknownst
to them, they had a true sexual prodigy in their midst.  She received
glances from the men around her, something that was becoming increasingly
more common.  Their gazes lingered just a split second too long for it to
be anything more than casual.  She enjoyed the attention, but sadly, she
knew there would little, or no opportunity to entice any of them into
joining her in the coat closet.  Even if she could manage, most of the guys
were either very young and there with their parents, were married men there
with their families, or just too old to be worth considering.

   A little voice sounded in her head reminding her about Carl's request to
fill all the age groups, and Olivia surveyed the room with a new purpose.
Although a phrase flashed through her mind that suddenly seemed
appropriate, something about not shitting where you eat, or something like
that.

   That was the difference between a dream and reality.  In her dream,
Olivia had snuck out feigning that she didn't feel well, and got
gang-banged in the maintenance room by five guys.  Olivia doubted very much
that her mother would just sit there in their pew and let Olivia be gone
long enough to find even one guy to fuck.  And how exactly do you do that
at a church anyway?  Just walk up to a guy, if you could even find one who
wasn't stuck here sitting through Father Tim's sermon, and say, "Hey, you
want to fuck me?  I'm really horny and I just want to use your cock for a
few minutes!"

   It sounded like just what she needed, but those kinds of things just
didn't happen like they did in dreams.  I need sex soon though, between all
those guys' emails and Stacy's retelling of last night's fun, I'm ready to
fuck a broom handle!

   The rest of the service was predictably boring and Olivia sat through it
thinking about sex non-stop.  She was horny and was dreading the rest of
the day with her mother, not because she didn't like spending time with her
mom, it was just that after the sexual teasing she'd had, she wanted to get
down to business and serve the Queen's urges in a serious manner.

   After church, Olivia's mom dragged her around for what her mother
thought would be some good quality "girl time", going for coffee and
doughnuts.  Olivia found her thoughts wandering again while they sat there
munching on their snacks, thinking about how, or if she would be able to
get out today and satisfy her growing urges.  It was like that first
morning-after day, the day following day her first day's work as a
prostitute.  She"d been fucked silly all day long and yet the very next
day, something was eating away at her mind.  It wasn't until she hooked up
with Carl and his buddy late that evening that she knew what it was.  A
growing and constant need for sex.

   No matter what condition her body happened to be in, her mind wanted
every waking moment to be consumed with sex, mentally and physically. 
Yesterday was a prime example, her body was in no shape to endure more sex,
and yet that's want she wanted, or needed.  It was a sorry excuse for the
Queen, a day in which she only fucked one guy (and one dog), even though
her pussy objected to the demands put upon it, it still gave Olivia the
pleasure her mind was demanding.

   And now here she sat, her body fully recovered and waiting to be abused
again, and no relief in sight.

   Olivia felt like a little puppy on a leash, barely present while her
mother dragged her around from stop to stop.  Visiting her Aunt Agnes and
then her mother's friend Lucy, finally making one last stop to pick up some
groceries.  Olivia was bored and found her mind focusing on the phallic
shaped veggies as they strolled through the produce department, her
mother's constant chatter disrupting her visions of which cucumber would
feel the best in her tight and hungry pussy.

   Selecting a few items that might have to do in a pinch, Olivia tossed
them in the cart nonchalantly.  If I gotta fuck myself I'll do it, but it
won't be nearly what I need.  Olivia was starting to feel manic again, like
she was going to go off the deep end if she didn't find relief soon.  It
wasn't just that she needed an orgasm badly, she needed to get fucked
badly. She needed to feel the physical connection.  She needed to feel the
lust in a man's heart as he slammed his cock home into her body.  That was
it, she needed the basic animalistic demand of being dominated by the male
of her species.

   Her thoughts ranged back to her dream; there was no better example of
what she was feeling than the episodes in the alley with the homeless guys.
They would line up and fuck her like she wasn't even a person.  She was
just a hot piece of pussy to be violated for their carnal pleasures.  Yeah
that was it, that was what she needed.  To be fucked and then discarded
like a piece of trash by countless men.

   Olivia's own lust was getting to her as she aimlessly wandering along
beside her mother.  Her thighs swishing back and forth together as she
walked along, rubbed her outer lips just enough to remind her that she
longed to have somebody else between them.  God I need to get fucked so
badly!  God how I hate Sundays!  Stuck with mom all day and no way to get
some relief!  It's not like I can even pretend to be going over to Stacy's
house, mom knows Stacy's spending the day with her mom too.  Unless...,
hmmm, maybe I can use the excuse that Stacy left some of her clothes over
at our house and I just want to be nice and return them.  I could pretend
to ride my bike over to her house and say I was just going to hang out for
a little while, and then be back home in like an hour or two.  That might
work, then I could try and set something up with Carl, or maybe Sam.  Fuck
that, maybe I can set something up with that Henry guy and try out his
gigantic cock for a while!

   While she walked along, Olivia felt a renewed sense of purpose, and a
newfound spritely bounce in her step.  Olivia texted Henry and asked if he
had time for a get-together this afternoon.  She thought there was a Red
Roof Inn not that far from her house, and easily within biking distance. 
She'd even offer to pay if he was willing to let her.

   Olivia waited patiently as her mom finished picking out groceries, and
even more patiently as they rode home together.  Her mom Lauren was
chatting incessantly, asking this and that, with Olivia trying her best to
pay attention while she waited for her cell phone to buzz.  The beauty of
her new iPhone was that all her text and email messages were right there in
front of her, from both her regular friends, and from her new "male"
friends.  Yeah it was dangerous to have all that evidence right there where
her mother could find it, but fortunately her mom respected her privacy
enough that she swore she'd never do that to her.

   Olivia surreptitiously scrolled through her numerous text messages. 
Thankfully all of the guys with the exception of Carl, opted to text her
rather than call.  I guess a text to a minor asking for sex is less risky
than a voice mail!  Ha ha.  Only Carl and Justin had left her voice mails
on her new phone, and neither of the voice mails had been all that
suggestive, although if the police ever investigated" Why grown men were
calling a twelve year old would be reason enough to get suspicious.

   Olivia didn't want to take any chances and texted Carl, Justin, and the
rest of the guys she had numbers for, and suggested she had an hour or two
this afternoon and needed some relief.

   Somebody has got to be available to help a girl out!  It was a group
text, but that was the point, if the guys all knew there might be other
competitors out there, somebody would be bound to want to be the one to get
her all to themselves.  Why should I limit myself to just one?  It was the
Queen talking of course, and even though Olivia wanted nothing more than to
let the Queen loose and fuck everything in sight, she knew this would be a
risky proposal at best.  The chances of her pulling this off without
arousing suspicion with her mother, was already tenuous at best.  Better
just limit myself to one and one only.

   Within minutes, the buzzing started, and didn't stop.  Olivia already
had her phone on silent, but the buzzing was unmistakable.  Quickly she
turned the notification off as her mother"s curiosity peaked.

   "Wow Liv, what's all the ruckus with your friends there?  That"s a lot
of messages in a hurry," her mother stated.

   Thankfully Olivia was a quick thinker and came up with an excuse for the
unexpected flurry to messages.  Stupid girl, you should have know that was
going to happen!  There goes my "returning Stacy"s clothes excuse", she's
going to know something is up.  "Oh, Emily is inviting us over to her place
to hang out and catch some rays." Olivia picked her friend Emily because
she knew her mother didn't know Emily's mother very well, and figured it
was the safest person to use for an excuse.

   "Why not invite them over to our house?  The girls could catch a few
rays and swim too.  Or does Emily's parents have a pool too?"

   "No they don't, but they came over to our house the other day mom.  We
thought maybe we'd try somebody else's house for a change," Olivia said
with a straight face.  "You know, burden somebody else's parents for a
while," she said with a laugh.  It gave her an excuse to smile considering
she was beaming with pride from the number of replies she was getting.

   "Oh, ok.  But I thought we were hanging out all day together?"

   "It would just be for a few hours mom, I'd be back by dinner time, and
then we can hang out all night," Olivia answered as she looked at her text
messages.  It was a bit disappointing really, most of them were tied up or
out of town (the truckers mostly).  Not all though, she had answers back
from four guys, all of which she'd been with before, except one.  With a
smile that ran from ear to ear, Olivia saw Henry's response, and he was
ready and willing to meet her anywhere she wanted.

   "That would give me a chance to get some work done around the house and
get dinner going without you under my feet!" Lauren replied with mock
humor. In her mother's mind, Lauren knew her daughter was as ideal of a
child as she could ever hope for, so well behaved and so responsible.  She
trusted her completely and would let her daughter do just about anything
she wanted.

   "Really?" Olivia said gleefully.  "That's so cool!  Let me let the girls
know." Ah shit, I really do need to let the girls know, just in case they
call the house.  Texting her friends and trying to keep them from getting
suspicious, Olivia messaged them and let them know to only try to reach her
on her cell and to NOT call her at home.  That might arouse some suspicion,
but I can always BS my way around it if any of the girls ask.  Olivia
texted Henry and told him where the Red Roof Inn was and what time she'd
meet him there.  Olivia had no idea if the motel was a hole or not, but she
wasn't there for the decor, she was going there to get fucked, and the
sleazier the motel, the better.

   By the time they got home and Olivia got changed out of her church
clothes, it was almost one o'clock.  That'll give me four hours with Henry,
hopefully he can keep me entertained that long!

   Picking out her sexiest underwear, Olivia covered it up with a pair of
cut-offs and a button up short-sleeved blouse.  It looked modest yet sexy,
or maybe she just felt super sexy because of the underwear and what she
planned on doing once they were off.

   Jumping on her bike, Olivia had made it about halfway when her phone
rang.  Pulling her bike over to the curb, Olivia pulled out her phone and
saw that it was Carl, and that always made for an interesting call.

   "Hey Carl, what's up?" Olivia asked, her voice coming out sounding a
little winded from her quick pace.

   "Nothing darling.  You a little horny I take it?" he asked, his gruff
voice booming through the phone's tinny speaker.

   "Can you blame me?  I'm fully recovered and raring to go." Olivia
contemplated biking and talking at the same time and started out again
going slowly at first.

   "Nope, that's what I like to hear out of my little pocket slut."

   "Pocket slut?  What"s that mean?" In the distance Olivia could see the
sign for the motel and she knew she was getting close.

   "I just made it up, but to it means that you're a little slut, and I've
got you in my pocket for whenever I need you."

   "I like that, and I like the idea that I'm your little pocket slut."

   "Excellent, so where are you and when can you get over here?"

   "I can't today, I'm meeting someone and then I'm going home after to
have dinner with my mom and then hang out with her for the night."

   "Whoah, meeting who?  And how come you didn't clear it with me first?"

   "Carl, you've had me whenever you've needed me, but I need some time to
have fun for myself.  You can have me all day tomorrow, well..., after my
mom leaves for work that is."

   "Well where are you and who are you meeting?  I only ask because I'm
concerned for your safety and I want to know where you are if you suddenly
need my help."

   "Fine, it's that guy Henry from the motel two days ago.  He was with
Stacy and I kinda wanted a go at him myself," she said as the motel loomed
closer.  Olivia was hoping Henry was already there waiting for her.  She
didn't feel like waiting around, especially if Carl was interested in
butting in.  She'd fuck him any time he wanted, and if Henry no-showed,
she'd tell him where she was and let him come and fuck her, but she really
wanted Henry.

   "Ahh, the guy with the huge cock.  Now I get it, you want to see if you
can handle him huh?  Well be careful, I think he took it easy on Stacy
because I was there I suspect."

   "Ok Carl, I'll be careful.  Tell you what, I'll call or text you by 3,
if you don't hear from me by then, come and rescue me, ok?"

   "Ha ha, sure, I'll be your knight in shining armor.  Although if I have
to do that, it'll be for a price."

   "Yeah, what price?" Olivia said with a good humored sneer.

   "I'll fuck you in the ass in public."

   "Ohhh, I like the sound of that.  Maybe you should just do it anyway!"

   "You're on, are you wearing a skirt?"

   "Nope, sorry, cut-offs."

   "Are they loose or tight?"

   "Are they loose enough for you to fuck me in them?  I'm not sure, maybe
if the seam was split open you could."

   "Too complicated, just wear a skirt tomorrow and then we can find a nice
public place where I can fuck you."

   "Cool.  I'm looking forward to it.  Uh Carl, I gotta go, I'm at the Red
Roof Inn over on Hudson.  Wait for my text.  Bye."

   Olivia looked around and had no idea what she was looking for.  She had
no idea if Henry was even here, or what he'd be driving even if he was.

   Calling his number, Olivia got him on the third ring.

   "Hey babe, what's up?" he said a very deep voice.

   "Hopefully you will be soon!  Where are you?"

   "Room 217, around the back.  I'm waiting," Henry said as Olivia heard
him hang up.

   Pedaling around the back, Olivia parked her bike up against the wall by
room 217 and quickly sent a text to Carl letting him know what room she"d
be in.

   The door opened up and there stood a giant of a man, and it was the same
guy she remembered pounding her best friend.

   "Hey beautiful, get in here and let's party," he said.

   Olivia watched his eyes and it was a toss-up of whose eyes looked
hungrier, his or hers.  Her eyes traveled down his body and focused on the
bugle in the front of his athletic shorts.  He didn't have much fashion
style, wearing basketball style athletic shorts and a Nike t-shirt.  He was
a huge man, easily as big as Sam, and Olivia already knew what a monster he
possessed between his legs.

   Olivia followed him inside and turned around.  Henry swept her up into
his arms and hoisted her off the ground, giving her a big bear hug.  Olivia
returned his hug and felt his massive arms and his thick chest muscles as
they pressed against her small boobs.  They weren't really that small, but
compared to his heavily muscled body, everything about her felt small.

   Looking into his eyes, Olivia expected him to kiss and her and so she
leaned forward and started to pucker her lips.

   "Hey there sweetheart, no offence, but I don't know who you've been with
today so why don't you do me a favor and go jump into the shower real quick
and get yourself cleaned up for me, ok babe?

   That's it," he said as he lowered her down to the ground.  "That's a
girl, go wash up that sweet pussy of yours," he concluded with a gentle
slap on the ass.

   Olivia felt a little humiliated, not at the insinuation that she might
have a dirty pussy, but at the fact that she wasn't even clean enough to
even kiss her first!  Olivia felt her inner voice laugh out loud at the
suggestion.  He must think you're one gigantic slut for that!  Then again
why wouldn't he think that way?  Why wouldn't he think I've spent the day
fucking other guys?  He's seen me in action.  He ought to think that!  He
should have every right to ask me to go clean up first.  That"s perfectly
understandable.

   Olivia scooted into the bathroom and had the quickest shower she could
ever remember having; making sure she was clean all over, but also making
sure she kept her hair dry.  There wouldn't be time to fix her hair
properly, and since she didn't think to bring a hair brush along, she
wouldn't be able to do much about it anyway even if she did have the time.

   The most disappointing part was that she wanted to do a striptease for
him and with a just a towel now wrapped around her body, there wasn't much
point in putting all her clothes on again.

   Sashaying out of the bathroom, Olivia was pleasantly surprised to see
Henry lying there on the bed buck naked, and with his cock looking ready to
go, his hand slowly stroking up and down its impressive length.  "Wow,
Henry, you shouldn't have," she giggled.

   "What?  Shouldn't have what?"

   "Gotten your cock all hard.  I was looking forward to doing that for
you!" she teased.

   "Oh don't worry, it's not there all the way yet, so why don't you drop
that towel and get over here and finish the job."

   "Wow," was all Olivia said.  If that wasn't fully hard, how damn big was
it going to get?  It looked to be as long as her forearm and at least as
big around.  Climbing up onto the bed, Olivia leaned sideways over Henry's
thick legs and grasped onto his manhood.  It felt thick and hard in her
small hands, and the skin felt exceptionally soft as she slowly applied
pressure to the stalk and stroked her little fist up and down its length.
"Wow Henry, you have the biggest cock I've ever seen, and I've seen a few!"
Olivia said in admiration.  The head was thick and bloated, and precum was
slowly oozing out of the tip.  He'd trimmed his pubic hair down , further
adding to the impressive sight before her.  Olivia watched her hand as it
traced up and down his cock.  She never got tired of examining the male
appendage up close, usually because she only saw it from the perspective of
it being jammed into her mouth.

   "Hey kid, can I ask you a favor?" he asked as he reached down to cup her
smooth vulva, his meaty hand cupping her sex completely.

   "Yeah sure Henry, what do you want?" Olivia could feel the power he
possessed as his hand massaged her pussy.  His fingers felt warm as they
pressed lightly on her slit.

   "Grow some hair back down there.  I mean I know you're underage and all,
but without any hair, you're making me feel like I'm fucking around with a
kid.  At least your friend had the illusion of being older with that thick
patch of pussy fur she has.  She still has it right?"

   Olivia was shocked for the second time today by the man.  He actually
wanted her to grow her blond patch of fur back?  But Carl said I look so
sexy without any hair down there.  She wasn't used to being confused and
caught off-guard by anyone.  Thinking quickly, the Queen countered back,
"My bald pussy makes you think I'm a kid?  Wait till you stick this monster
in my tight pussy, you're going to think you"re fucking a five year old."

   With no further need to chatter in Olivia's mind, she lowered her head
down and took Henry's bloated cock into her mouth.  It was huge and hard,
and just a little wet from all the precum that had leaked out.  She felt
him return the favor as he rubbed his fingers along her crack pushing the
fat digits inside her folds.  Between the shower and her own secretions,
Olivia felt his fingers easily slid along her labia before finding her
eager hole.

   His fingers felt huge as the gained entrance, pushing their way in,
stretching her cunt open.  The last thing to stretch her open that much was
the dog's knot the night before.  "Ooof," she moaned as his fingers worked
themselves in and out, his thumb finding her precious clit and applying
pressure to the sensitive nerve bundle.

   Olivia was getting distracted by his pussy play and felt Henry surge his
cock deeper into her mouth with a gentle thrust.  Grabbing onto his tool
with both hands, she stroked and sucked at the same time, making sure she
had his attention, and hopefully getting him as hard as he could get.  She
wanted this monster inside her giving her the fucking she"d been longing
for all day.

   Olivia felt Henry grab her legs and pull her body on top of his.  He
moved her like she were a rag doll and within a few seconds found her pussy
aimed right for his face, and his cock in the perfect position for sucking.
The sudden change caused her to pull her mouth off his big prick, and now
she looked down and saw that one eye staring right at her.  Olivia really
would have preferred to get on him and fuck the giant thing, but if Henry
wanted to eat her out first, well that was perfectly okay too.

   She felt his mouth encircle her pussy and his raspy tongue lick her up
and down for several minutes.  His technique was different from any other
she'd experienced in her short sexual career, but as the young slut was
beginning to understand, it was all good.

   While Henry worked his magic on her cunt, Olivia found herself panting
and moaning incessantly, most of it with Henry's big cock lodged as deeply
in her mouth as she could handle.  It was too big to deep throat, but it
didn't stop her from trying.  Her gag reflex was annoying her as she tried
over and over again to get the fat crown down past her uvula.  Pushing her
head down, Olivia wondered if she could possibly overcome her own
resistance to the feeling of having such a large object in her throat.

   It was different when the other guys had forced their cocks into her
throat, she didn't have any choice, and they were much smaller and they
actually fit fairly easily.  Carl's was as big as she'd had in her throat,
and even that made her throw up in her mouth a little.  Henry's on the
other hand wasn't going to go down without some external effort, namely
Henry's hands pushing on the back of her head, but she wasn't about to
suggest that just yet, she wanted to fuck the thing first.

   It didn't seem matter to Henry that she couldn't deep throat his cock,
he was apparently very satisfied with her efforts based on the noises she
could hear coming from his end of the bed.  Just as she was getting close
to her orgasm, and potentially Henry's too, Olivia felt him pulling his
mouth away from her pussy.  He must have known from her movements and her
moaning that she was getting ready to cum, and he stopped eating her juicy
twat anyway.  It was almost like he was just getting her primed and ready,
with no actual interest in making her cum.  That was fine by the Queen, she
lived to serve, plus she could get her own orgasm once she had his huge
cock lodged up inside her cunt.

   "Climb on babe.  I want to see if what you said is true about that tight
pussy of yours," he said as he pushed her down his chest, her body sliding
easily from the sheer strength of his hands as he pushed her ass cheeks
forward.

   Olivia thought of the position they called the "reverse cowgirl" as she
felt Henry"s strong hands push her pussy towards his cock.  Climbing up
onto her hands and feet, Olivia straddled Henry's large body and moved her
pussy towards the fat head of his cock.  Grabbing onto the girthy tool,
Olivia aimed it at her wet cunt and pressed it along her folds.  It was
huge she realized as the fat head slid along.  Pushing her hips down,
Olivia felt her opening resist as the blunt instrument tried to gain entry.
Relaxing her muscles and sawing the monster around her opening, Olivia felt
her body give and the big phallus start to enter.

   "Holy shit," she muttered.  It felt enormous as her pussy started
opening up, her saliva on Henry's cock, and her own juices mixed with
Henry's spit, helping ease the gigantic cock inside.  Olivia felt her pussy
stretch uncomfortably as the head slowly popped inside.  It hurt, but in a
good way.  Once inside however, the rest of the job seemed to go easier. 
Aided with Henry's hands pulling down on her hips, Olivia sank her cunt
down a fraction of an inch at a time as her tissues stretched open to allow
its entrance.  "Oh God this thing is huge," she groaned as it slowly
disappeared inside her body.

   "Holy fuck girl, you should see how huge it looks going inside you!"
Henry said excitedly.  He only had about four inches inside with plenty
more to go, but it looked massive compared to Olivia's small body.

   "Oh shit, it sure feels that way," she agreed.  Olivia looked down and
saw there was only a small amount of his long cock inside of her, and it
got thicker towards the stalk.  Jesus, this thing is killing me!  How the
fuck did Stacy take it so easily?  Still pressing her cunt down onto the
massive stalk, Olivia realized they were both pretty stoned that night and
Stacy probably couldn't feel the big root being planted in her pussy.

   That probably wasn't accurate she realized, even stoned she would know
this monster was pressing inside of her.  Well Olivia wasn't on anything
right now and felt every last inch as it stretched her open.  It was
probably on par with Sam and Charles' cocks which were also very large, but
this one felt thicker.

   The whole exercise of stuffing his cock into her pussy probably only
lasted about thirty seconds or so, but it was thirty memorable seconds as
Olivia finally felt the fat head of his cock press up against her cervix.
"Wow, it's in all the way," Olivia announced.  Looking down there were
still a few inches left to go and it made her wonder if her pussy would
stretch lengthwise eventually so she could handle more of a beast such as
this?  If it can stretch open, why wouldn't I be able to stretch it to fit
more inside of me?  Imagine being able to take ten inches of cock inside me
at once!  That would be so cool!

   "Seriously girl, you should see how huge my cock looks stuffed up inside
your tiny little pussy, and for the record, you were right, that's one
super tight pussy you got there!"

   "Thanks, it feels like I'm sitting on a fire hydrant though.  Your cock
is fucking huge," Olivia said as she heard Henry chuckle at her comments.
Olivia felt he was probably used to hearing that kind of thing, and if he
felt any concern over letting her get used to the massive thing, he didn't
show it as she felt his hands push upwards on her ass cheeks.  She got the
message, "start fucking my cock now".

   Sliding her hips back up, Olivia felt the huge cock start to slide back
out.  It felt weird after being stretched open like that, the strain she
was feeling down in her cunt suddenly receded as she suddenly felt her
insides evacuate and close up again.  It was a brief sensation anyways as
she felt the fat head approach her opening and she reversed her movements
and pushed back down again.  It was easier the second time down, but not by
much.  It was fucking huge and even though it was something she"d been
longing to experience, it didn't make it any easier to get used to, at
least not yet.

   After several dozen strokes up and down, Olivia finally felt her muscles
relax and get used to the repetitive stretching and recoiling of her
tissues.  It was a workout both for her physically, and for her nervous
system as the sensations she was feeling coming from her cunt were
incredibly overpowering.  Olivia knew within the first minute or so that
she was going to cum from just from fucking her pussy up and down this
monster.  Her clit was dragging back and forth on his cock, especially on
every down stroke where it felt like her outer pussy lips and clit, were
being dragged inside her cunt as the massive hunk of meat dragged
everything along with it.

   It was fucking incredible as Olivia went through the motions, feeling
the firing of each neuron as the massive cock supplied the most intense
feelings she ever remembered.  It was like her pussy was plugged into an
electrical outlet as her legs pumped up and down, still in the all-fours
position.  Normally she'd like to put her knees down and just use her
strong legs to do all the work, but Henry was so big that she couldn't get
her knees down on the bed far enough without causing herself serious pain
from the depth that he pushed his cock.

   On she went, pistoning the thick phallus in and out of her cunt while
Henry's hands moved from rubbing her back to grabbing her by the hips and
helping her masturbate his cock with her pussy.  As her orgasm built,
Olivia reached down and rubbed her clit lightly and felt the orgasm that
she'd let slowly build, come to a crescendo.  It was mind-blowing as the
rivers of pleasure flowed through her.  Her pussy muscles clamping down on
the wedge she felt splitting her open.  She pushed her pussy down, burying
his cock as deeply as she could and felt the rush of pain it provided.  It
fueled her orgasm even further and Olivia let out a guttural scream that
surely could have been heard by anyone in the neighboring rooms.

   Olivia felt her body shudder as her muscles contracted involuntarily. 
If Henry thought her cunt was tight before, she was sure he understood a
new meaning to the word tight now.  Exhausted, Olivia felt her body start
to slump forward as Henry's strong hands grabbed her by the shoulders.  He
pulled her backwards until she lay there with her sweaty back on top of his
chest, her body prone on his, her perspiration mixing with his as she felt
the last of her orgasm peter out.

   "Oh my God that was such an amazing orgasm," she sighed.  Still trying
to catch her breath, Olivia felt Henry's big hands cup her breasts before
he started massaging them.  She felt his hips buck and his cock begin to
move once again.  He was fucking his cock into her from this prone position
and she didn't have to do any of the work.  Olivia usually liked a little
rest before resuming after-orgasm sex, but Henry didn't seem interested in
offering her that chance, just like he didn't let her have her orgasm while
he was eating her pussy out.  That was ok, she was here for a good fucking,
and that was what she was getting.

   Henry's fingers went to her erect nipples and started pinching and
pulling them as his cock picked up the pace.  By now she was used to his
big cock splitting her insides open wide and lay there as he enjoyed her
body.

   It seemed like a very long time as she lay there feeling Henry pushing
his cock into her from this position.  It was fun, but it was getting
boring, and she sensed it from him too.  Henry's strong arms pushed her up
into a sitting position again, although sitting on a flag pole isn't
exactly possible.  His hands were pulling her to spin around and face him,
and as she got her legs moved around to face him, she saw the big grin on
his face.  He was like a kid in a candy store as he moved her body the way
he wanted.

   Olivia found herself seated on his giant cock with her legs wrapped
around his thick waist, her butt resting on the tops of his thighs.  She
could feel his bloated cock head pressed very firmly against her cervix and
knew she was as stretched out inside as she could possible get.  Any ideas
that she could stretch lengthwise like her opening could to accommodate
him, were obviously off-base.  She was sure if he pushed any further, he'd
seriously injure her pussy.

   Henry was smiling again as he scooted his butt over towards the edge of
the bed, and then in one swift movement, stood up with Olivia clutching her
arms around his neck to keep from impaling herself on his hard cock any
further.

   "Hold on tight princess, I want to try something.  Ever been fucked
standing up before?" he asked as he moved his hands down to cup her
buttocks.

   Olivia felt his him grab an ass cheek in each hand and it made her feel
like a little kid as the big palms and long fingers encompassed nearly the
entire surface of her ass.  Looking down, Olivia could see just what he'd
been talking about, there was a tree trunk sticking out of her cunt, and it
looked obscenely huge.  "Holy fuck Henry, you weren't kidding, that thing
looks fucking huge in me!

   I gotta get a picture of that.  Do you mind?"

   "You want to take pictures of me fucking you?" he asked nervously.

   "No faces, I just want to preserve this memory for all time.  I may not
ever get a chance to get a photo of something this big in me ever again!"

   "Yeah, I guess that's alright," he agreed.

   "Cool, walk me over to my shorts, I have my phone in the pocket." Olivia
was still attached to Henry by his still-hard cock and as he bent over to
let her grab her shorts, she realized it hadn't left her body since she'd
first squatted down on it.  Would it still be as difficult to stick back
in, or am I that stretched out that it would slip inside as easy as a
regular cock?

   With Henry still holding her up with his hands, and to a lesser extent
his hard cock, Olivia let go and shuffled through her pocket and extracted
her phone.  Turning it on and starting up the camera, Olivia hunched back a
little and snapped a few shots of their joining.  "Hey Henry, how about
slowly pulling it out so I can get shots of just how big it really is and
then a few more as it goes back inside?"

   "Ok, that sounds like a cool idea," he said as he started to comply.  As
much as he liked the feel of her super-heated pussy wrapped around his
manhood, he liked the idea that this blonde nympho really wanted to shoot
his cock going in and out of her smooth pussy.

   Olivia snapped several pictures as Henry pulled a good seven inches of
cock out of her stretched-out pussy.  Her cunt even gaped open for a few
moments as the fat head cleared her pussy.  "Ok, stick it back in slowly,"
she said.  Henry pushed forward and like the first time, her pussy resisted
momentarily until her tender flesh relented and allowed the big meat-stick
to enter.  "Ooof, that takes a second to get used to," she whispered as she
snapped away.  Henry pushed forward slowly and inch by inch pushed its way
back inside.  "That"s so cool, can I video that?" Olivia said with a big
grin.

   "You can do that with that phone?" he asked, still supporting her full
weight.  She was light as a feather, probably no more than one hundred and
ten pounds, and keeping her upright was easy for the big man.

   "Yep, just give me a sec, ok," she said as she flipped it over to video.
"Ok, go ahead and pull it out and fuck it back in slowly," she said as she
aimed the lens down where Henry's big cock was speared inside her body.

   Olivia was in her glory, capturing their standing fuck-session on her
phone.  It was amazing, watching that giant cock thrust into her tiny
little pussy and sink in so deeply.  It looked like a good seven to eight
inches was going in with every thrust, and for some reason it was making
her horny is hell and causing her pussy to leak like a sieve.

   Even Henry noticed it as his cock started sliding in and out even easier
as the shooting progressed.  "You like this huh, getting fucked on camera?"
His arms were starting to get a little tired, but the little slut was
having a ball as he plowed her sopping cunt.  Henry had found her statement
about her cunt being so tight it would be like fucking a five year old
overly offensive, but she did have the tightest and hottest (and wettest!)
pussy he'd ever fucked.

   "Yeah, it's really cool," Olivia said as she aimed the camera at her
pussy.  It was really cool she thought, they way her pussy would gape open
every time Henry pulled his cock out and then just as quickly push it back
in.  If he waited too long it would close back up and he"d have to really
shove it hard for it to get back inside.  That brought a huge groan out of
her every time he pulled out and pushed it back in.  After a while Olivia
found she was getting tired of holding on with her one arm, and aiming her
phone with the other.  Henry sensed her fatigue and offered to snap a few
shots himself and give her a break.

   "How about you get on the bed and I'll shoot you."

   "Sounds awesome, and don't be afraid to shoot my face, since it's my
camera and the video is for me," she offered as Henry eased her down and
let his cock fall from her cunt.  "How do you want me?" Olivia asked as
Henry stood there looking at the phone.

   "Get on the edge of the bed on your hands and knees and face away from
me."

   "Oh cool, I love doggy-style." Olivia pranced over to the bed and got up
on all fours with Henry filming the whole way.

   Man she looks so hot like that he thought as she assumed the position.
Looking at the screen he saw it was capturing her sexy hour-glass figure
and her perfect ass.  I wonder if she"d let me fuck that ass?  So few women
have ever let me do that.

   Henry approached Olivia"s waiting pussy and from this position it looked
like all she had was a pretty little bald slit.  Her cunt looked so
immature, but wrapped around his cock, it felt better than any woman's he'd
ever fucked before, and when you have a big cock like he had, that usually
meant you"d had more than your share of women!  Leaning over, Henry spit a
large gob of saliva right onto Olivia's pussy and even though she was
already pretty damn wet, it still made for a nice piece of video to see his
frothy saliva dripping down her pussy lips.

   Olivia felt the spittle hit her pussy and didn't even bat an eye; she
was used to guys using spit to lube their cocks, or lube her pussy,
although it usually wasn't necessary since she was usually already pretty
wet, or already so full of cum that it lubed her up for them.  The next
thing she felt was his cock head as he rubbed the spit all over her pussy,
it was very erotic when the guys played with her.  It was almost more fun
than when they left her in charge.  She loved to be the object of their
desire, and she loved it when they took command and did what they wanted
with her, like now.

   Olivia felt the pressure as Henry pushed his cock at her pussy opening,
pushing back against him, Olivia felt her pussy give way and then the
now-familiar feeling of his gigantic cock splitting her open.  He wasn't as
gentle as she was with his big thing, taking it as her pussy would allow.
No Henry pushed hard and sunk in quickly, knocking the wind out of her for
a second.  She felt his cock head but up against her cervix with force.  It
drew a soft grunt from her, just enough to be momentarily painful, but not
enough to injure her.  Olivia assumed he was testing the depth because he
withdrew and pushed in again just as hard and just as deep.  He repeated
with forceful entry and produced the same grunt every time from her.

   "Babe, this video is going to rock," he said.  "My cock looks so huge
going into your body, and your ass looks so fine from this position."

   Olivia looked over her shoulder as Henry aimed her phone down at her
ass, and occasionally aiming it up to capture her expression as he thrust
particularly hard into her, catching the grimace on her face and the groan
that escaped her lips.  "Ok, that sounds awesome," she added as he slammed
home once again.  Olivia wanted to say something but didn't, the Queen
wouldn't let her.

   She was here getting exactly what she wanted, to be fucked by a giant of
a man with a thick cock to match.  She wanted this so badly and now she was
getting it, and she deserved every little sensation she could get from it,
pleasurable or otherwise.

   Olivia felt Henry pick up the pace and increase the ferocity of his
thrusting, this time it was hurting and although the Queen wouldn't let her
stop him, she knew Henry would have to know he was hurting her, her moaning
couldn't have sounded anything like pleasure at that point.  She could hear
his breathing grow stronger and stronger and his own moans were increasing
in frequency and volume.

   "Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh," Olivia groaned over and over again.  He
was bashing the hell out of her pussy and Olivia was sure any second he was
going to injure her.  It felt like he was going to push right through her
cervix and into her uterus, if that was even possible.

   "Oh God, here it comes.  Turn around and face me now!" he shouted.

   Olivia felt Henry pull his cock out of her pussy and slap her on the ass
as he shouted for her to turn around.  Olivia quickly spun around and
flopped her ass down on the edge of the bed and faced him.  Henry was
standing there fisting his massive cock with his left hand at a lightning
pace and had it aimed right as her face, as he held the camera in his other
hand, prepared to capture the whole thing on video.

   "Open your mouth and don't move," he ordered.

   Olivia had had guys cum on her face before and knew they liked that, so
she made the sexiest face she could manage and waited for the inevitable.
She only had to wait a few more seconds before his cock erupted, spewing
jet after jet of thick milky fluid out from the end like a hose.  It hit
her all over as the first spurt hit high onto the top of her head with the
trailing spray splattering down into her eye.  The second jet caught her
right above the same eye and then splattered down her cheek.  Apparently
Henry's aim, if he was shooting for her mouth, wasn't very good because it
wasn't until his third shot that he connected and got some into her open
cavity.  The two or three remaining squirts he shot straight into her
mouth.

   Henry kept stroking his cock trying to get every last drop into Olivia's
mouth.  At this point he had the fat knob inside her mouth as he fisted
away.  It was a beautiful sight to see, a beautiful blonde nymph with a
face-full of cum and mouthful of cock.

   "That was fucking sweet babe, now show me the cum," he said aiming the
lens down towards her mouth.  Olivia opened up and showed her spermy mouth
to the camera.  It may have only been her own camera, and it may have only
been video for her own pleasure, but the whole thing left her so fucking
horny that she was dying to get fucked hard again!

   "Now swallow," Henry ordered.  Olivia gladly swallowed down Henry's seed
and opened her mouth back up to show him it was all gone.

   "Can we do that again?" Olivia asked in a very serious tone while
staring up at her own camera.

   Henry had a puzzled look on his face.  He expected the little slut to be
a little scared now, he knew he'd fucked her pretty hard, and it would have
been enough to scare away just about every other woman he'd ever met, and
this little tramp was asking for more.  Truthfully, as much fun as it was
fucking the little trollop once, he was nervous about getting busted
fucking a girl who was so obviously under the age of eighteen.  So to
ensure it would be a one-time thing, he'd gone a little too hard on her on
purpose.  "Do what again?"

   "All of it," Olivia replied as she grabbed onto Henry's wilting cock and
sucked it into her mouth.  It was going soft fast and if the Queen was
going to get her wish, she'd have to see what she could do about it.

   Oh fuck he thought, what have I gotten myself into?

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

   Olivia finished getting dressed after taking a quick shower, and grabbed
a towel to dry her hair.  Henry was lying there on the bed, still naked,
watching her scurry about getting ready to go back home to her mother.  She
was worn out and so was he.  She'd managed to suck him back to life, and
even asked him to try and force his cock down her throat, just to see if
she could manage it.  After several gagging attempts and almost losing her
lunch, Olivia decided to leave that feat for another day.  It was nearly
four hours of fun spent with a guy that liked sex on the dark side
somewhat. Henry had fucked her pussy hard and with a lot of finger
stretching, even managed to push his club of a cock up her ass.  Olivia was
looking forward to regretting that decision during her bike ride home.

   "Thanks a lot Henry, that was just what I needed.  I was so horny and I
was so looking forward to hooking up with you, but I do have one question,
I don't remember seeing your picture in any of the emails I received," she
stated as she lay there next to him on the bed.

   "What emails?"

   "From my emailed offer, to take my virginity.  You know, the other night
at the motel when you met and fucked my friend.  I'd sent out the offer
that day for free sex at the motel, to everyone that had emailed me back
about taking my virginity.  I don"t remember your picture and I deleted all
the other ones who didn't send in a photo, so you had to be in the group
that sent pictures and I don't remember seeing yours."

   "I didn't reply to any email.  I was getting gas over at the 7-11 and
some guy said he'd just fucked two broads over at the Seafarer, so me and
every other guy in the store headed over to check it out.  When I got
there, there was a line up outside the door.  I just butted my way through
and got inside.  I fucked the little brunette because you had three guys
going at once.  You looked hot by the way, but I was spent and I didn't
feel like trying to but through the line twice.  I was lucky enough the
first time that I didn't get lynched, I wasn't about to push my luck a
second time.

   Olivia stood there with her mouth agape.  Out of all the guys she and
Stacy had fucked that night, a good chunk of them were obviously complete
strangers who'd just heard that a couple of sluts were fucking guys for fun
at the motel around the corner!  The whole thing was through word of mouth!
Man, that would be so easy, and so awesome!  I could just get Carl to rent
me a motel room somewhere and then go tell a couple of guys I see at a
local convenience store where I'd be, and the guys would line up to fuck
me! Why didn't I think of that before!  Oh my God!  "Wow Henry, I had no
idea, I thought everyone that showed up had been guys I'd emailed that
night.  Holy shit, it never even occurred to me that there were guys there
that I hadn't contacted."

   "So you were giving away your virginity online, and the other guys that
were there were guys who'd replied back and wanted to fuck you?  And the
other night I just happened to be in the right place at the right time?"

   "Looks that way," Olivia said as she finished towel drying her hair. 
She'd had to wash her hair, Henry had dumped too much cum into it for her
to not to have to wash it.  Olivia figured it would be dry by the time she
finished riding home, and if it was mess, she could always say her and her
friends had sprayed each other down for fun.

   "Lucky me.  So what's your story, are you some kinda sex nut or
something?  And should I even ask how old you are?" Henry asked as he
leaned back against the headboard of the bed, his flaccid cock laying
across his thigh.  Even soft it was very impressive.

   "I'm old enough to be able to handle that," she said pointing to his
cock.  "And I'm just a very horny girl who likes to get fucked.  The more
the merrier too."

   "Well if you're looking, I'm sure I could round up a few roughnecks
who'd like to give you a spin.  They aren't all as big as me of course, but
I'm sure you wouldn't be complaining."

   "There's a few stipulations that you'd need to respect, I live with my
mom and she works afternoons, so if I do hang with you and your friends,
I'd need to be home before eleven o'clock.  No rough stuff or anything else
that would make her suspicious.  Other than that, pretty much everything
goes as you've already found out."

   "What about your friend, is she into this too?"

   "Sort of, she goes along with whatever she's told to do, but she's not
with the program the way I am.  I'm looking to fuck a lot of guys, she's
not, but like I said, she gives in to what she's told to do.

   Don't ask me why it's that way, it just is," Olivia said as she finished
drying her hair as best she could.  Grabbing her phone off the table,
Olivia leaned over and kissed Henry on the cheek.  He let her this time and
although he didn't turn in to kiss her on the lips, she wasn't too
concerned.  She wasn't looking for an emotional bond with any of the guys,
she'd learned that painful lesson with Justin, and wasn't looking to repeat
the same thing twice.  Not that Henry measured up to Justin in the "hunk"
category, the Queen wasn't looking for a boyfriend, she just wanted guys
who could fuck her brains out, and Henry was that guy.

   Closing the motel door and leaving Henry to himself, Olivia grabbed her
bike and prepared to jump on, only to find Carl sitting out in the parking
lot shaking his head, albeit with a grin on his face.

   "So you're fucking guys on the side now huh?  What's the world coming
to?" he asked with a fake laugh.

   "Carl, how long have you been out here?" Olivia replied as she glided
over to him, her pussy and asshole quivering from the sudden pressure. 
Yup, my ride home is going to be fun.

   "Long enough.  I peeked through the window a few times to make sure you
were safe and holy shit that guy's got a huge cock.  No wonder you went
through with this even though you knew it would upset me."

   His fists looked a little clenched Olivia noticed.  He really is upset.
Is he concerned I didn't charge Henry and he's upset over missing out on
his cut of the take?  Or is he jealous maybe?  Or is he upset about me
taking charge of my own actions?  "I'm sorry Carl, but now you know why I
did this.  I was really horny and I saw this guy with Stacy at the motel
and I just really wanted to be with him."

   "That's cool, I can't be mad at a dog being a dog."

   "What's that supposed to mean?" Olivia said suddenly angry at his dog
reference.

   "You can't be mad at a puppy when he pees on the carpet, they all do it,
it's in their nature.  You're the same way, I can't be mad at a slut for
wanting to fuck a big cock.  It's in your nature.  I just have to accept
it. All I'm trying to do is protect my investment," Carl concluded.  He
looked at his meal ticket in her after-fuck condition with her wet hair. 
She always looked so good after sex, practically glowing.  And with the
damp hair she looked positively delectable.  He couldn't stay mad at her
for wanting to get fucked by such a big cock, who could blame her?  It was
what she was, a huge slut.  "Come here and give me a hug and make old Carl
feel better for being mad at himself over something as foolish as you
fucking a guy with a bigger dick than me."

   "Is that what this is all about?  Carl, don't be silly, I love your
cock, it does marvelous things to my body.  I'd love to fuck it right now
if I didn't have to get going home," Olivia said while glancing down at
Carl's crotch.

   "What time do you need to be home?"

   "I guess around five," she said suddenly reading Carl's mind.  He was
thinking he could get some sex and still have her home in time.

   "Perfect, we have a good fifteen minutes.  Follow me," he said as he
jumped into his car and started driving slowly through the parking lot.

   Olivia started pedaling quickly in order to follow Carl's car.  She
could feel her pussy rubbing back and forth against her lacy underwear as
her body slid back and forth on the vinyl bike seat.  Henry's hard fucking
had left her a little sensitive down there.  The last of his cum had
drained out during her quick shower so she actually had dry underwear for a
change, although Olivia was suddenly sure Carl was about to change that. 
Carl didn't cum on her, he always came in her.  It could be any of her
holes, but he virtually always left his cum inside her body somewhere.

   Olivia didn't have to ride far as Carl pulled around to the far end of
the motel next to the dumpsters.  He was already out of his car and was
looking behind the second of two dumpsters.  Braking to a halt, Olivia
leaned her bike up against the wooden fence next to the dumpsters, and
walked around by where Carl was standing.

   "This ought to do, nobody will see us back here," Carl said, motioning
Olivia over to where he was standing.  Olivia walked over and saw a small
gap between the fence and the dumpsters, just enough room for Carl, but
plenty of room for her.  Carl grabbed her by the waist and moved her over
in front of him, pushing her back into the gap.  "Pull your shorts down
doll and let me see that pussy.  I want to see if that big ole' cock you
just got fucked by, tore you up at all."

   Olivia popped the button and unzipped her shorts, and slid them down off
her hips and then down her thighs.  She did it slowly because she knew Carl
loved her body, and especially her legs.  She turned around and slowly
pushed the shorts all the way down to her ankles, keeping her ass high in
the air.

   "Oh baby, you know how to put on a show don't you?  Fuck you're so hot.
Now grab onto that wall and let me check out your pussy."

   Olivia grabbed onto the worn wooden fence and felt Carl's thick fingers
run along her puffy slit.  Her pussy was a little swollen from Henry's
assault.  Their last fuck was a long one, and she spent the entire time on
her back with her legs pushed up around her head.  Henry had knelt in front
of her and pounded as much of his cock into her pussy as he could fit
inside her.  She'd rethought her previous conclusion and was sure Henry had
stretched her cunt out lengthwise too, as it seemed like he was pushing so
much more of his cock inside her pussy with every thrust.

   She felt his finger push inside and even though she knew she was
cum-free, her pussy was quite wet.  She'd been fucked silly for almost
three hours by Henry's enormous cock, and here she was getting wet all over
again in anticipation of getting fucked some more by Carl's cock.

   "Oh baby, you"re swelled up nicely, that should feel really nice when I
stuff my cock in you."

   "Ooh Carl, you really know how to sweet-talk a girl don't you," she
mocked.  She could feel Carl's finger rotating around and pushing in and
out.  He was really working her pussy good, feeling every square inch of
the inside of her cunt.

   "I just love your pussy baby, I'm all hard and ready to go just from
your little show there and from how sweet your pussy feels on my finger. 
Stay just like that," Carl directed as he opened up his pants and pulled
out his erect cock.

   Olivia did as she was told and waited for her pussy to be filled up with
cock once again today.

   Rubbing a little spit on the purple knob, Carl leaned forward and
pressed his cock up against her bald slit and slipped it inside, drawing a
low moan from the blonde vixen.

   Olivia felt Carl start slamming his cock home right away.  His meaty
hands gripping her on both sides of her hips.  He was digging his fingers
into her flesh as he seated his thick cock into her hole, plundering it in
full to the root with every thrust.  There was no preamble, no getting used
to it, he was fucking her hard and fast and it seemed like he wanted to
spill his cum into her pussy as quickly as he could.

   "Baby, I've never been able to get this much of my cock into your pussy
before.  I think that guy really stretched you out good.  I mean you still
feel nice and tight around my pole, but I've never been able to get my
whole cock into you before.  I like it!" he said excitedly.  Carl looked
down and there was nothing but his pubic hair showing as he bottomed out
over and over again.  Just his scraggly grey pubic hair meeting up with her
smooth bald pussy, over and over again.  He could feel his cum welling up
in his balls and he knew she'd be leaking his seed out the whole ride home.


   He loved it, the thought of his little blonde slut going home to her
mommy with his cum stuffed up her sweet little cunt.

   Olivia braced herself against the fence as Carl continued fucking her
cunt.  She'd only had two orgasms with Henry, not what she was used to. 
He'd been more interested in pleasing himself and using her body, and that
was ok too.  Olivia was enjoying the moment right now with Carl, and
thought maybe she'd have time to get that much needed third orgasm. 
Olivia's mind was at ease,

   even now as she was getting fucked behind a dumpster.  She was focusing
on the simple act of sex and realized she was a slave to it now.  Even
getting fucked behind a dumpster was a treasured moment and the very
thought of what she was willing to do to get that much needed fuck made her
very horny.  Pulling one hand off the fence, Olivia reached down and
started rubbing her clit.  It felt amazing and was just what she needed.

   Henry had kept her busy moving from position to position, most of the
time denying her the simple act of pleasuring herself.  It seemed as good
as he was at fucking, he really wanted the whole encounter to be about his
pleasure and hers, unimportant.

   Olivia rubbed away at her clit and felt her orgasm quickly approaching,
and knew Carl would hold off his own cum, so that she could have hers.  He
was a very selfless lover that way and she admired him for it, maybe even
loved him for it.

   Olivia moaned through her orgasm and pressed her fingers tightly against
her clit as her orgasm rolled through her.  Carl never stopped thrusting
into her pussy as her knees nearly buckled from the intensity of her
orgasm; his strong hands holding her up and pulling her pussy back onto his
thick cock.

   As her orgasm began to subside, Olivia felt Carl give one last thrust
into her pussy and then held his cock deep within her as he spewed his
seed. She could feel the throbbing of his cock and knew he was filling her
up.  A smile spread across her face as she welcomed his semen into her
body, and turning her head, she wanted to catch the expression on his face.
He looked as happy as she felt, his smile matching her own, his knowing
smile meant he knew he'd offered her the ultimate compliment to her
sexiness, or sluttiness, depending on how she looked at it, a pussy full of
his cum.

   "Boy I missed your pussy.  Don't ever make me go more than a day without
letting me inside you, please baby.  I missed fucking you yesterday, and I
thought I was going to miss fucking you again today.  I guess maybe that's
why I was a little ticked off back there, I just missed you."

   Standing back up as Carl's rapidly deflating cock slipped from her cunt,
Olivia turned around and wrapped her arms around Carl's beefy shoulders. 
"Carl, why didn't you just say so?  You know you can have me anytime you
want, well except for when I'm with my mom," she said standing there with
her arms wrapped around him, still naked from the waist down, her swollen
pussy trapping Carl's cum within the her depths of her heated pussy.

   "Aww, I was a little embarrassed to admit that I missed you that much,
but thanks kid.  You sure know how to make an old man feel good inside. 
Now let's get that sweet ass back home to momma.  Pull them shorts up and
let's get out of here."

   Olivia was expecting that as she broke her embrace from Carl, and knelt
down to grab her underwear and shorts that were still around her ankles. 
His sperm was still traveling down her chute towards her labia, and Carl
expected her to get her underwear up before it had a chance to drip out. 
It didn't bother her, and in fact she rather enjoyed it.  It was part of
being a slut, Olivia enjoyed the feel of a man's cum spilling into her
cunt, and relished being filled up with it.  A leaking pussy was like a
badge of honor to a true slut, and she was the queen of the sluts.  "Carl?"
Olivia asked.

   "Yeah babe, what is it?" he asked as he stuffed his wilted cock back
into his pants.

   "Thanks," she said as she stood on her tippy toes and reached up to kiss
him on the lips.  Why she enjoyed kissing Carl was a mystery, but there she
stood making out with him while his cum slowly dribbled out of her pussy.

   "You ok kid?" he asked as they broke their prolonged kiss.

   "I feel great now.  Thanks again Carl.  You know exactly how I like to
be treated, and I think I love you for it," she said and hugged him again.

   Carl sensed the warning signs again but couldn"t ignore them forever. 
"Thanks kid, I care about you too and that's exactly why I came here today,
to make sure you were safe, and taken care of, in my own special way," he
said with a smirk and a gentle pat on her behind.  "Now you better get
going home now, before your mother starts to worry."

   "Ok, see ya Carl.  I'll call you tomorrow after my mom leaves for work.
We'll do something ok?" she said as she walked around Carl's car and jumped
onto her bike.  As her pussy pressed down onto the padded seat, she felt
the gooey wetness of Carl's sperm that had leaked into her panties squish
against her pussy as the two became intimately engaged once again.

   "I got plans for you tomorrow kid, rest up!" he said as he climbed
behind the wheel of his old Crown Vic.

   Olivia pedaled home, her mind and body satiated for the moment, a
permanent smile plastered across her face the whole ride home.

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

   Olivia felt at ease for the rest of the night, even if she was stuck at
home with her mom.  Her afternoon of sex was just what she"d been longing
for all morning.  Her pussy tingled for hours after she"d returned home, a
constant reminder of what she"d been up to during her hours away from her
mom.  Carl's crusty semen glued to the crotch of her panties added to the
reminder.

   She felt a pang of guilt every once in a while when a particular moment
of her day came to mind.  A moment spent with Henry or Carl, and when that
moment made her smile, it made her feel guilty that her mother thought she
was at her friend Emily's house.  Safe and otherwise doing benign things
that tween girls did, not sacked out in a cheap motel with a giant of a man
with an enormous cock sawing in and out of her precious daughter's pussy.
Or getting fucked behind a dumpster by a fiftyish year old man.  Yeah, she
felt guilty, but not too guilty.  Not guilty enough to stop what she was
doing.

   Olivia went to bed with that same smile still plastered across her face,
knowing that today had started out slow, but ended with a lot of fun, and
that tomorrow would be another new adventure, with hopefully more new cocks
to feed her addiction.
   to be continued....