Olivia

Chapter 1

(mf, m+f, Mf, M+f, 1^st, mast, oral, blackmail)

By Gurl Luver

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2006 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.

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Chapter 1

"I'm next," she heard through her hormone and marijuana fogged brain.  Olivia Hastings smoothly guided her slick pussy up and down the hard shaft lodged between her legs, savoring every inch as her practiced movements brought her the pleasure she desired.  Everyone wanted her, she knew it and she loved it, it was her power, her drug, she was a slave to it, but she didn't care.  Her strong dancer's legs effortlessly guiding her up and down on the cock she now rode.

"Hmmmm, that feels so good," she moaned.  Rough hands fondled her growing tits, she loved that too.  "Pinch my nipples," she said.  "Roll them between your fingers, yeah like that, ohhh, you're going to make me cum," she hissed.  That's it, nearly there she thought as she began grinding her pussy back and forth onto the pelvic bone beneath hers, mashing her clitty against the dark curly pubes opposite her sparse blonde fuzz, bringing herself even closer to climax.

"Ohh fuck yeah, I'm cumming," she heard from beneath her and instantly she felt the familiar throbbing in her pussy as the cock she rode spent its seed deep within her confines.  That was what she was waiting for, the sensation of a cock spewing into her pussy and she let loose another amazing cum.

How many times had she cum already tonight? She had lost track, but she knew she was ready for the next one.  She was hoping the next guy could hold on a little longer so she could get another cum in before he shot his seed into her, but none of the guys lasted very long with her, she was the perfect package and she knew it, beautiful looks, smoking body and an insatiable lust.

She moved over on the couch and onto the lap of the next guy in line and guided her sodden pussy down onto his waiting cock.  God I love to fuck, she thought to herself as someone put the joint back up to her lips once more.  It's hard to believe that in just a few short weeks, young innocent Olivia Hastings had transformed from a virgin into such a wanton slut.

Olivia Hastings was a typical sixth grader, well typical if you consider a blond-haired, blue-eyed knock out, of model-quality, typical.  For a twelve year old, Olivia had developed very well; standing five foot four and weighing in at 102 pounds, she had a slight flair to her hips and filled a B cup nicely.  She had an athletic build with phenomenal legs, thanks to years of dancing instruction.  She was an only child and lived with her mother, her father splitting shortly after Olivia was born.  They lived in a three bedroom bungalow in a nice neighborhood, her mother working long hours to ensure they had a comfortable life for themselves.  Olivia loved lounging by the poolside in her own backyard or going to the beach with her best friend Stacy.  She always wore conservative swim suits, just enough to get the right sun tan, but not showing enough to be labeled as a slut.  It didn't much matter what she wore, with looks and a body like she had, even at twelve, she was starting to attract the attention of males of all ages.  There was no doubt about it, she was quickly developing into a real head turner, and to most guys, beginning to become the focus of their lust also.  Her friend Stacy was more what you would call cute, and lacking the obvious curves of her best friend, she sought equal attention through her skimpy clothing and flirty behavior.

As all adolescent girls will do, Olivia had begun exploring her sexuality and had recently discovered masturbation and was becoming a true champion of the cause, bringing herself to pleasure three to four times a day, and so our story begins.

"Olivia, quit squirming in your seat, and eat your breakfast," her mother said.

She couldn't help it, she had brought herself off twice last night in bed and once again this morning and her poor little nub looked raw, and it made her crotch tender and itchy.  She excused herself from the table and went to the bathroom.  Lifting her nightgown and pulling down her pink cotton panties, she was shocked to see how red and puffy her clitoris and pussy lips were.  Damn, I really gave my little clitty a work out she thought to herself. 

Returning to the table to finish her breakfast, her mother couldn't help but notice the squirming resume.  "Is something wrong honey?" her mother asked. 

“I have a bit of a rash ‘down there’," she offered back timidly, not wanting to admit her discomfort.

"Well your timing is perfect, you have a doctor's appointment with Dr. Sanders today, maybe he can prescribe something for you to take the rash away.  Now go and get dressed, you'll be late if you don't," her mother commanded.

Olivia stripped her nightgown off and tossed it onto the floor admiring her newly blossomed bosom in the mirror.  A year ago, all I had were puffy nipples, now I have actual boobs!  Taking after her ample bosomed mother, her breasts had grown quickly and she was filling a B cup.  There was no doubt about it, she had the biggest boobs in her middle school. Her quarter sized puffy pink areola pointed upwards defying gravity, her breasts perfectly shaped, firm and pert like only newly sprouted tits can be.  She gave each one her customary morning "squeeze test" admiring the firmness of the flesh and the sensitivity of her nipples. They were always sensitive, but now that she had actual boobs, she loved playing with them like they were a new toy, which they were.  Her nipple manipulations causing her pussy to start to tingle, I wonder if I have time to cum again?

She had just started the familiar stroking motion of her reddened clit when she heard a knocking against her locked door. "Hurry up honey, you're going to be late." What a pain, she thought.

Olivia felt upset at having her moment interrupted and hustled to finish getting dressed.  I guess I'll just have to wait until later she thought as she threw on her jeans and t-shirt over her plain white granny panties and conservative bra.  She threw her hair in a ponytail and scurried down the hall. 

"Let's get going, I can give you a ride if you don't want to walk," her mom said.

"Coming," she replied and hurried for the door.

"Morning Ms. Hastings," shouted her neighbor's 18 year old kid Steve from across their side by side driveways, a short white picket fence separating the two strips of asphalt.

"Hi Steve! Good morning. Say hello to your dad for me! I hardly ever see him anymore since we work opposite shifts, and call me Lauren, the mizz part makes me feel old," she replied.

What a beautiful rack, I'd sure love to get my hands on those baby feeders, he thought as he gazed at the way her loose sweatshirt tried in vain to cover up her ample mounds of flesh. "Hey, I can give Olivia a ride to school if you want, it's on my way."

"Really? That would so sweet of you. Thank you Steven, it'll save me a trip. Have a nice day at school honey," her mother said as Olivia headed over towards Steve's old car.

"Hey punk, what's up?" Steve asked as the cute pre-teen sauntered over to his car, his eyes taking in her slim form.

"Hi Steve," Olivia replied as she watched his eyes linger over her a fraction of a second too long.

"Climb in," he offered.  She slid her jean covered ass onto the vinyl passenger seat of Steve's beat up 72 Pontiac Firebird.  She may only be twelve, but that is one killer ass he thought.  And the rack is starting to really grow too, she'll be sporting a rack like her mother's in no time. I bet she's got a sweet little set of titties herself he thought. Steve put the car into gear and they took off heading for Olivia's middle school.

Olivia's morning passed slowly, she was looking forward to the end of school and the beginning of her summer break.  Her friend Stacy was yammering on about some boy she thought was cute, Olivia was thinking about the orgasm she had been working on before her mother interrupted her.  She squeezed her thighs together hoping it would generate some small amount of stimulation, she squirmed in her seat trying to press her clit up against the bottom of her seat.  All she managed to do was increase her frustration and need to cum.

Why am I so obsessed with cumming lately? Sure it feels great, really great actually, but at the rate I'm going, I'm going to rub the thing right off!

She sat through school frustrated by her own sexual needs, thinking about her red little clitty, wanting a release so bad but knowing she should just leave it alone and let it heal.  Yeah right, it feels too good to do that.  Maybe I'll just try to rub it differently, maybe easier, more gently.  There's got to be a way to do it.

All this thought about masturbation and rubbing her clit began to have its effects on Olivia and she felt a dampness growing between her legs.  Maybe I can bring myself off at lunch if I'm really quiet?  No, I can't do that at school, someone might catch me. She was horrified at the thought that someone might find out. What if my friends found out I masturbated, at school?  Oh my god, they'd think I was such a slut!

That thought scared her more than anything.  She was deathly afraid of being thought of like that, she was Olivia Hastings, a good girl, not some trashy slut.  Still, the thought about that precious release stayed on her mind all morning.

At lunch Olivia kept thinking about her clitty, maybe I'll just touch it a little, see if it's still tender. She made her way to the bathroom and was relieved to find it empty.  She closed the stall door and dropped her jeans and white cotton briefs to the floor.  She gazed down at her still developing kitty with its fine tufts of blonde hair and her thin pussy lips tucked neatly under her labia majora.  It doesn't look too red, maybe it's all healed she thought as she ran her finger tip over the little nub.  Hmmm, it's a little tender, but I think it's mostly better she thought as she rubbed her clitty a little more.  That feels so nice she thought as she continued stroking her nub.

Lost in her pleasure she let herself go and succumbed to her second orgasm of the day.  "Ahhh," she moaned as the pleasure swept through her.

"Olivia, are you okay in there?" her friend Stacy asked.

Oh shit!  "Uhh, ya, be right out!" she replied.  Damn it, what if Stacey heard me?  If she knows I just jerked off in school, I'll be mortified!

"Is everything alright, you sounded like you were sick or something?" Stacy inquired.

"I think it's just cramps, maybe I'm finally going to get my period," Olivia responded.

"Could you gross me out some more before I eat my lunch?" Stacy laughed as they walked to their next period class.  Olivia with her release finally achieved, felt at ease and could focus again on being a pre-teen girl with all the usual pre-teen concerns.

Olivia's mother showed up at 1:30 to pick her up for her appointment.  "I have to run a few errands honey, so I'm just going to drop you off and pick you up in an hour, ok?"

"Sure mom."

"I already told Dr.  Sanders about your rash and he said not to worry, he'd take good care of you, and don't worry, his nurse will be with you at all times, so don't worry about him

seeing your private area," her mother replied.

Oh crap, as if this isn't embarrassing enough! Damn, why did I jerk off at school?  It's probably all red again, that was sooo stupid, I'm never doing that again.  Olivia walked into Dr.  Sanders' office and was surprised to see his usual receptionist Janie, not at her desk.  "Oh there you are Olivia," said Dr. Sanders, "I was expecting you.  Janie is off today and Nurse Kelly had to step out for a few minutes but she'll be back soon. Come on back," he gestured as he walked her back to the examining area.  "Strip down and put this paper gown on and we'll get started," he ordered.

"I thought a nurse was supposed to be here at all times?" she asked nervously. The idea of showing off her reddened crotch with no nurse present made her pulse quicken and made the air on the back of her neck stand up.

"Olivia, I've been your doctor your whole life. Heck I delivered you into this world, you have nothing to worry about," he replied with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Ok, I guess," she replied, more than just a little concerned.  Dr. Sanders gave her the standard checkup, complete with all the usual tests, blood pressure, check the eyes, ears, and of course the freezing cold stethoscope to check the lungs.  Everything was in order and Olivia relaxed slightly, although how relaxed can you really feel when the only thing separating your full blown nakedness in front of a full grown man, is this flimsy paper gown?

"Your mother tells me you have a bit of a rash giving you some trouble, put your feet up in these stirrups and let's have a look, ok dear?"

Oh, God, the moment of truth!  He's going to know I jerked off less than an hour ago, he's going to smell my pussy! Her worry was palpable as she nervously lifted her legs up into the stirrups.

Olivia's pussy was a sight to behold, very neat, no floppy or saggy pussy lips like most of the women he now had to fuck.  This is pure beauty, the way nature intended.  Just traces of blond pubic hair above her clit hood, nothing on her mons except a velvety down. Fucking perfect.  This is why I went into medicine, to experience beauty at its finest.  He could smell her fresh fragrance, it was like the finest perfume.  I'm going to taste that pussy and it'll be today, even if it kills me he thought.  Her clitoral hood looked pretty red like she'd been going hard at it for days on end.  So she likes to cum huh? Maybe I can help her with that he pondered.  Dr. Kevin Sanders loved pussy, all pussy, but what he had laying on the table in front of him was perfection. She's the one, she will be my special project he thought as he sat there staring at her delicious vagina.

"Ah, it’s just a little irritation, nothing some soothing cream and an anti-inflammatory won't fix up," he said as he stood and addressed his young patient with her feet still in the stirrups, and looking scared to death at having exposed her perfect pussy to the man old enough to be her father. 

Olivia was relieved beyond words at the news. Whew! Dodged that bullet.  Never jerk off before going to the doctor ever again, she scolded herself.

Dr. Sanders left the room and returned a short time later with a jar of cream.  "Here dear let me show you what to do with this," the doctor said. With no warning he slathered a scoop of the cream directly onto her pussy and began to rub it in.  Olivia jerked at the touch but couldn't get her feet out of the stirrups quick enough to react and close her legs.  Oh my God! What is he doing? He's rubbing cream on my private parts! She was in shock and didn't know what to do.  Do I scream? No nobody's here. Do I try and get out of these damn stirrups and run out of here in a panic?  Wait he's my doctor, he wouldn't violate me, he's just doing his job, I guess? Her brain was already trying to feign denial that she was actually being molested by this man.

The moment of panic gradually resided and she told herself that he wasn't touching her inappropriately, he was just rubbing cream on her.  Perfectly normal for a doctor to do for a patient she told herself.  The cream instantly soothed her reddened clitoris and she relaxed and let him apply the cream.  She started feeling a warmth building around her sensitive bud.

"Olivia, do you masturbate dear," inquired the doctor?

"Huh, what did you say?" asked the shocked girl. Her attention was solely on the fingers rubbing her privates and almost missed the rather rude and direct question.

"Do you masturbate?" he replied.

"Well, I don't know," she responded sheepishly.

"Well, your clitoral region is very inflamed, likely from intense stimulation, I assume self-induced?" he continued.  All the while he continued rubbing the cream around her little nub, the little thing beginning to swell and stand up for attention.

Oh my God, if he keeps that up, he's going to make me cum!

"This cream will help the healing process.  You should use it every time you masturbate, both before and after, no sense hurting yourself when you want to have a little fun huh?  You do want to have a little fun don't you dear?" he asked.

"Huh, what?" she mumbled, her head getting foggy with the increased stimulation to her privates. What was happening to her?  She was becoming very aroused, her pussy was being rubbed, and for the first time it was someone else administering stimulation to her clitty, and it felt good.  It was wrong, she should stop it, but she couldn't bring herself to stop him. Oh no, here it comes she thought. I have to stop him! I can't orgasm in front of my doctor! At that moment the doctor shoved his index finger into her unsuspecting pussy bringing her over the edge.

"Oh, ohhh, unnngg," she groaned as her orgasm swept over her.  Her whole body convulsed around the doctors finger in her pussy, and just as quickly, he withdrew the digit.  What happened? Did he just stick his finger in my kitty? she wondered as her orgasm finished washing through her, trying her best to regain her composure.  "I'm so sorry doctor, I

didn't mean for that to happen," she panted.

"No worries my dear, perfectly normal thing," he said, as if bringing off twelve year old girls in his office was a normal daily thing. And for Dr. Kevin Sanders, it would be every time, if he had his way.  He turned and walked out of the room and raised his glazed finger to his nose inhaling the fresh scent of pussy.  He licked his finger, tasting her sweet charms fresh from the source.  This girl is a special one he thought to himself.  I'm glad I had the balls to go through with this plan, there's no telling what benefits I might reap if everything works out the way I'd like.

Poking his head back in the door, Dr. Sanders said, "Get dressed my dear, I'll have your prescription waiting for you by the time you're done changing." Dr. Kevin was a doctor that loved his job, particularly because it gave him access to every medication available to someone as devious as he was.  He had a custom prepared jar of cream intended for this special

purpose, modified to increase the soothing properties and at the same time increase the sensitivity of the treated tissues.  In addition to the cream, he added a prescription for hormone therapy pills to get her hormones jacked through the roof, and a simple prescription for birth control.  No need to knock her up anytime soon, we can always change that later if needed he chuckled to himself.  He knew that the hormone therapy would kick her whole system into overdrive, besides making her a raging bitch in heat, it would help accelerate some of her natural development; meaning the breast fairy would be coming really, really soon.  "Pretty effective little cocktail if I do say so myself," Kevin snickered.

"I have Olivia's prescription prepared for her Mrs.  Hastings, no need to go to the drug store, we had everything right here already," Dr. Sanders said.  "There's a cream to take care of the rash, an anti-inflammatory and a vitamin supplement, a young lady like Olivia needs all the nutrition she can get," the doctor added.

"You take such wonderful care of us Dr. Sanders, you're the best," Olivia's mother replied.

"It was my pleasure, my pleasure indeed," he replied with a grin.  "We should have her back in two weeks to make sure everything is healed up nicely," he added.

"Bless you Doctor," Mrs. Hastings replied.

Olivia was still in shock, she had just orgasmed all over her doctor's hand.  He could probably smell my pussy she thought in horror!  Oh my God, I'll never be able to face him again! How do I explain to my mother why I can't go back there ever again, I'd die of embarrassment!" Her mind was going a million miles an hour. How can I ever masturbate again? All I'll be thinking about is Dr. Sanders, eww gross, he's so, so old!

Olivia remained quiet the rest of the drive home pondering what to think of the day's events.

"Don't forget to take your medicine dear," her mother yelled down the hall after the two had arrived home, her young daughter much quieter than usual. "The vitamin only once a day and the anti-inflammatory twice a day, so take that one in the morning and before bedtime, and don't forget to put the cream on," she added.  "I have to go to work now, dinner is in the oven, see you in the morning," she shouted as she left for work.

Olivia had spent the rest of the night in her room thinking about the day's events: I masturbated at school and almost got caught, I orgasmed on my doctors hand, what's wrong with me?  All for just a little pleasure, it's not like I need to do it, I mean, it's not the end of the world if I quit. That's it, I'm never masturbating again she decided.

She took her pill and went to bed, forgetting to put the cream on. After a day like she'd had, no wonder she fell instantly asleep.  Olivia woke the next morning feeling great.  Her kitty looked like it was almost back to normal, cool, I can start jerking off again!  She looked in the mirror and did her "squeeze test" admiring her perky breasts like she did every morning, except this morning they felt a little bit different.  They were a little more sensitive than normal and felt swollen and tender.

That's odd, maybe they're going through a growth spurt or something, or maybe I'm finally getting my period? Maybe it was just a really refreshing sleep?  She headed to the kitchen for breakfast with a newfound spring in her step.

"Honey, hurry up, you're going to be late for school, and don't forget your medicine," her mother called out.  Olivia popped her pills and decided she ought to put on some of the cream considering she forgot last night.

She scooped out two fingers worth of the cool cream from the jar and rubbed it onto her slit, tensing as the coolness sent chills down her spine. "Eeek!" she yelped.  That's cold, gotta remember to warm it first. As she worked the cream in, she felt the same warming sensation she experienced yesterday at the doctor's office.  The warmth felt delicious on her sensitive skin, comforting the soft tissues like a gentle caress.  That's when she felt the tingling start.  Oh no, no more masturbating for me, not after yesterday, and removed her fingers.  The warming sensation and the tingling worked their magic and she felt her fingers return back to her slit.  Maybe just a little more, but I'm not going all the way, yeah right, as if I can stop, this feels too good. Within minutes her manipulations had her panting and moaning as her orgasm shuddered through her. Ok, so much for my plan.

Olivia was distracted at school, she kept thinking about how good her orgasm had felt that morning, more powerful than usual.  I guess I'm just getting better at it she thought.  She wanted to skip class and go to the bathroom and have another.  I can wait till lunch.  What's wrong with me? I guess I can wait until lunch to orgasm again? Who thinks that way?

"How was your doctor's appointment yesterday?" her friend Stacy asked as they walked to their next class.

"Uh, weird," the pretty blond replied.

Ever bubbly and interested in her best friend, the cute brunette asked, "What do you mean by weird?"

"You know, having to wear that paper gown, having to be practically naked, you know, weird," Olivia said.

"Yeah, that always freaks me out, I mean, what if my doctor actually saw me naked," Stacy answered.

Naked?  Mine jammed a finger into my pussy and brought me off!  "Yeah, that would be weird," Olivia replied laughing at the hilarity of it in her head.  Only today it didn't seem quite as weird as it did yesterday.  Maybe I'm just over it she thought.

The lunch bell rang and Olivia practically bolted for the bathroom. Just a quick one and then I can get back to concentrating on school.  Her drumming fingers worked their magic on her rapidly swelling nub.  She was getting close, so close.  With her free hand she traced up and down her smooth hairless slit, feeling the wetness begin to seep from her tight lips.  Hmm, that's pretty wet.  Never really having played with her vaginal opening before, she suddenly had an urge to stick a finger in her love tube.

Her middle finger sunk in to the second knuckle before being stopped by her own flesh.  “Ohhh my, that feels good," she moaned.  Working her finger in and out she, she picked up the pace on her clit and was rewarded by a sudden release that seemed to radiate out from her clitoris sending out waves of pleasure throughout her whole body.  I can't believe I jerked off at school again! And suddenly felt guilty about her actions.  Oh,well, when you need it, you need it, and I needed it.

Expecting her orgasm to sate her growing urges, Olivia found herself thinking about her pussy and her self-pleasure, for the rest of the school day.  When will the day end, I need to get home soon or I'm gonna burst! She could feel the moisture from her slit leaking into her cotton panties.

"Hey Liv, you wanna come over to my house after school," Stacy asked?

"I can't, my mom has chores for me right after school, maybe later?"

"Aw, but there's only a few days of school left before summer break, you have all of next week to get caught up with that stuff," Stacy whined.

Sorry Stace, I have an appointment with my kitty after school, she thought to herself.  "I'll try to get her at work and ask her, I'll text you if she says yes," Olivia replied, as she grabbed her school bag and headed for home.

Olivia walked in the door and flopped down on the couch.  Mom's at work until 11 and I have the house all to myself, just me and my pussy! Did I really just say that?  Olivia thought she would grab a snack before assaulting her pussy; on the kitchen table read a note:

‘Don't forget to take your medicine, Love Mom’.

Might was well take it now before I forget, and downed the big white pill in one swallow.  Olivia stripped along the way to her bedroom and ended up in front of her dresser mirror, buck naked.  She did her "squeeze test" again on her boobs and pinched her nipples.  Yep, they're definitely bigger she thought to herself.  And more sensitive than they used to be, I like it.  Her nipples were certainly more sensitive and she pinched and rolled them with her fingertips. Oohh, that's new, she thought as she felt a sensation emanating from her nipples that she had never felt before.  Must be part of puberty.

Continuing to play with her nipples, Olivia was bringing herself close to an orgasm from just her titty play.  Oh my God, I've never had a boob-gasm before she thought as waves of pleasure radiated out from all areas of her body.  It was little, but it was still an orgasm, she concluded.

She grabbed the jar of cream on her way to her bed and flopped down. That ought to be enough, she thought as she dipped two thick fingers worth of cream onto her downy pussy.  She spread the cream over her vulva, working it into her delicate folds, the sensations building as the warming began.  That feels so amazing she thought as she gently pulled back her clit hood exposing her little nub.  Her fingers drummed over clitty as she felt the sensations building.  The nub started to swell from her attention. Sparks started to fly and a warmth spread throughout her whole body.  Her head was swimming with the sensation.  She was quickly moving towards a gusher of an orgasm.  "Ahhh, uggghhh," she grunted through a big one. Wow, that was huge! And the night is still young!

Four orgasms later and Olivia was just starting to feel satiated when she heard the front door open meaning her mom was home from work.  She looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:30, her usual time.  Olivia jumped under the covers still naked and pretended to be asleep.  Her mother walked into her daughter's bedroom and kissed her forehead and closed her

door and went to bed herself.  Whew, that was close she thought as she felt sleep coming on.

Olivia awoke from her sleep and realized she had been having a sexual dream.  The crotch from her granny panties were soaked with her excretions. What's gotten into me?  All I can think of is having one orgasm after another.  Spying the medicinal cream on her nightstand, she scooped up a thick dollop and rubbed it onto her slit and began rubbing it in.

After as many orgasms as I had last night you'd think I'd had enough?  The cream had its anticipated effect causing her clit to fire off fresh sparks straight to her brain, this isn't going to take long, she thought as her first orgasm of the day overtook her.

Throwing her bathrobe over her naked body, she met her mother in the kitchen. "Morning mom," she said.

"Hi honey, I hope I didn't wake you up when I got home last night?" 

Olivia grabbed her pills and washed them down with a glass of orange juice.

"Is the medicine helping?" she asked.

"Sure seems to be," she said with a smirk.

"What do you mean honey?"

"Nothing, no it's working fine, the rash is gone already and I feel awesome this morning."

"Really? Maybe I should ask Dr. Sanders for some of the vitamins for myself, maybe I'll wake up as chipper as you!" she stated.  "I'll drive you to school

when you're ready, ok Liv?"

Olivia returned to her room and started getting dressed.  She put on her favorite bra and found she had trouble stuffing her boobs into it, the swollen tissue spilling over the tops.  Hmm, I'll have to ask mom to get me some new bra's, this one barely fits anymore. She threw on a pair of jeans and a nice blouse and headed for the door.

Olivia squirmed in her seat, she couldn't focus on school, she kept thinking about how good her morning orgasm was and how badly she wanted another one.

"You didn't text me last night," her friend Stacy said as she met her friend at her locker, catching the absorbed tween lost in thought.

"I'm sorry Stace, I got caught up cleaning up around the house like my mom asked and I laid down on the couch, put the television on and fell asleep." Which was a much better answer than I spent the whole night rubbing my pussy and orgasming non-stop!

"Anyway, there's only two more days of school and I'm so excited for it to be over so we can hang out at your pool everyday" Stacy said.

Remembering there was more to her life than just masturbating ,Olivia replied, "It's gonna be a fun summer, I just know it.”

Stacy stared at her friend and paused looking her over, "You look different, but I can't figure out what it is."

Whispering quietly, Olivia responded, "My boobs are growing more, I could barely get into this bra this morning."

"Great, I don't have any yet and yours are getting even bigger.  Can I have some of yours? I barely need a training bra," she joked.

"My doctor put me on some medication, maybe that has something to do with it?"

"Well, whatever it is, I want some. It's not fair, you have great tits and a great ass, and I have nothing," Stacy responded with mock indignation.

Startled by her friend's frankness, an embarrassed Olivia replied, "But you're so cute, and everybody loves you."

"Yeah, but I'd give anything to be built like you." And the look that flashed briefly over her cute friend’s normally adorable face, gave a sense of real sadness over her lack of physical development.

"Well I'll ask him if the medication has anything to do with it my bigger boobs.  I have to go back to the doctor in two weeks, I can ask him if there is anything he can do to help you out," Olivia offered.

All the talk about her boobs and then bringing up her doctor's visit and remembering the orgasm Dr. Sanders gave her, had her hormones in overdrive. She wanted to run to the bathroom and rip her jeans off and masturbate, but it was only first period.  This was going to be hell if she couldn't get herself off soon.

Olivia headed to the bathroom between periods and knew she would only have a few minutes if she wanted to make it to her next class on time.  She dropped her jeans and panties and went to work on her clit.  Oh this would be so much easier with the cream. I don't know what's in it, but I know what it does!

Olivia came bursting through the door to her next class just as the bell went off.  "Just in time Ms. Hastings, another few seconds and I would have had to write you up for a late," said her science teacher, Mr. Fraser.

"Yes sir, it won't happen again," Olivia replied as she hurried to her seat.  Ted Fraser's eyes lingered on her rear end as she made her way to her seat.  Yeah, that might be worth going to jail over.

Olivia found her seat and plopped herself down, she hoped her sopping wet pussy didn't soak through and leave a wet spot on her jeans.  Her needs satiated for the moment, she hoped she could focus again on school.  Her reprieve would be only temporary, by lunch period she was desperate for yet another orgasm.

By the end of school, Olivia had escaped to the bathroom three more times to pleasure herself and her thoughts were focused on getting home and spending some quality time with her cream, her hands and her pussy.

Olivia had only made it about a quarter mile from the school when she heard a car horn honk. 

"Hey Liv, you want a ride home?" yelled her neighbor Steve from the window of his beat up Firebird as he pulled up next to her on the street.

"Sure," she said as she climbed into the passenger seat.  She was so preoccupied with her pussy and her need for a climax that she barely heard Steve ask her what she was up to.

"Oh, no plans tonight, maybe watch a movie if anything good is on," she answered absently.

"I got some good DVD's you might like, I'll drop them over later before I head over to my buddy's house," Steve commented.

Distracted by her urge to cum, she tuned Steve out and put her hands in her lap.  She discretely massaged her hand into her crotch and applied pressure to the top of her slit.  Steve glanced over and caught Olivia pushing her hands down onto her crotch.  Must have an itch or something he thought.  As he drove on, he could have sworn he saw her repeat the same move again.  Is she rubbing her pussy in my car?  Maybe she's growing up a little faster than I gave her credit for.

"Hey kid, we're here," Steve said as he pulled into the driveway. She’d been unusually quiet as he drove her home. The normally talkative youngster was staring blankly out the window the whole way home, and apparently enjoying the presence of her hands in her crotch.

"Thanks for the ride," she answered politely, and replied and headed for her house.

Steve admired her ass and the athletic way her body moved as she walked up the steps to her door.  Definitely fuckable jailbait.

With her mother at work, she had an empty house and all night to spend masturbating.  She walked into the kitchen and took her pill and then headed to her room and stripped off her clothes.  She looked at her growing boobs in the mirror and they looked noticeably larger.  She picked up the cream and headed over to her bed.  "Time to do it the right way," she said.

Olivia piled up her pillows on her bed to give her a comfortable venue to really frig herself right.  With a large scoop of cream, she rubbed it thoroughly onto her clitoral area and into her tiny little slit.  The effect was immediate as it lubricated her ministrations and spiked her arousal immediately.  Four orgasms at school and now she needed a few more. Why am I so damn horny? Must be part of puberty she assumed, just like the bigger boobs. That puberty does some strange things.

Her attention back to her crotch, she repeatedly rubbed her clit until the nub swelled up and stood proud from the surrounding hood.  Her other hand penetrating knuckle deep into her love tube, her middle finger dipping in and out of the tight channel.  It was so tight that she was pretty sure that one finger was all that was going to fit in there.  She was lost in her building pleasure, her moans and groans building in volume filling the empty room.  Her body tensed and her back spasmed, her legs shooting straight out as she screamed out loud as the biggest orgasm of her life ripped through her.

Steve knocked again expecting the young hotty to answer the door. Checking the door he found it unlocked.  I'll just drop these off and go.

"Hello, Olivia, you home?" he called out.  No answer. Hmm, maybe she's asleep or something?  She shouldn't leave the door unlocked if she's going to fall asleep, some pervert could just walk in, oh wait I just did! Haha.

From the back of the house he heard something and went to check it out. There sprawled out in all her naked glory was twelve year old Olivia Hastings, one hand with a finger knuckle deep in her pussy, the other hand rubbing furiously on her clit, moaning towards an impending orgasm. Startled by what he found before him, it took him a second to realize he had a golden opportunity before him and he dug for his phone.  He got the video recording only seconds before she screamed out her obvious orgasm, her limbs flailing through the experience.

"That was fucking awesome," Steve shouted to a startled Olivia.

Sated in her orgasmic bliss, the voice of her neighbor shouting out in her room caught the young pre-teen temporarily off-guard. "Steve, what are you doing here?  I mean, get OUT!  Get out Now!" she shouted.

"Oh, I don't think so," he said holding up his cell phone.  "I got the whole thing recorded and it's the most amazing thing I ever saw.  I knew you'd be smoking hot, but Damn!  Look at you, nice pert titties, they're actually much bigger than I expected, a nice shaved bush and perfect tan lines," he stated.

Olivia dove under her covers trying to hide her nakedness from her next door neighbor.  "I said get out! How many times to I have to tell you to get out!  I'll call my mother, better yet, I'll call the cops!" she threatened.

"That's fine, call the cops, this video will be on youtube, motherless, and every other web site I can think of before they even get their fat asses out of the doughnut shop.  I'll post it on Craig's List and say you're a hooker and give them your address and phone number.  Try explaining that to dear old mom," Steve said as he returned the threat.

Olivia felt like a mouse caught in a trap, with a big old tomcat staring down at her. "Noooo, you can't do that, just delete it please, please, please?" she begged.

"You can't do that, I'd be ruined. People will think I'm some kind of slut the way I just acted," she cried.

"You aren't some kind of slut, you're my kind of slut," he replied. "And you're perfect just the way you are.  I especially like the shaved bush," Steve commented.

Still trying to get over her shock at being busted in the middle of her most private moment, she mumbled, "I don't shave."

"What was that?" 

"I don't shave, I just don't have much hair down there yet," she replied meekly. Why she felt the need to correct him was lost at the moment, but correct him she did.

"Even better, now show me," he ordered.

"What? I can't do that!" she complained from beneath her protective covers, the only thing hiding her nakedness to her suddenly scary neighbor who had made enough threats to scare the crap out of the young girl. She trembled beneath her the sheets as he stood menacingly in her doorway, his phone still in hand recording the whole transgression.

"Ok, I'll leave and get this video unleashed now, bye," Steve said and started to walk away.

"Wait! Don't go. Don't go, I'll do it." she whimpered realizing that he held all the cards and she could do nothing to stop him if he decided to post that video.

Reluctantly, she pulled back the covers and exposed her naked pussy to a man for the second time in as many days.  Steve quickly snapped a few more photos of Olivia on full display.

"Ok, now spread your legs so I can see your puss," Steve ordered. Feeling helpless, seeing her world on a precipice ready to crash down, Olivia followed Steve's directions as he positioned her in various poses, taking close-up shots of her cunt and her puffy nipples.  "Pull your lips open, I want to see your pink," he commanded.  "So that's what a hymen looks like, damn you're a virgin girl."

"Oh course I am, I'm only twelve," she replied.

"You're so damn hot, I thought for sure somebody would have gotten to you by now," he said.  Guess that'll have to be me!

"You think I'm hot, really?"

"Girl you're da' bomb," he replied as he snapped away.

"You need to leave now, my mom will be home soon. She's coming home early tonight and if she comes home and finds me naked and you here, she'll kill us both," Olivia said.

"Bullshit, she's never home before 11, but just in case, leave a note saying you're at your friend's house and come over to my house, it's empty, we'll have all night to play," Steve instructed.

"I can't do that," she began as a protest.

"Don't start with what you can't do because we both know what will happen if this video or these photos get out, so put on some clothes and let's go," he ordered.  "Something sexy, none of this granny shit you left here on the floor.

Olivia went through her closet, she was only twelve, she really didn't have any sexy clothes.  "Here let me help, what about this skirt?" Steve asked.

"It's not a skirt, it's a pool cover-up, and it's too small."

"Put it on, and leave the underwear, you aren't going to need it."

"But,....," was all she got out before she realized there was no point in arguing.

"This shirt too," he said as he handed her a white piece of clothing.

"It's not a shirt, it's halter...," stopping herself in mid-sentence realizing he wouldn't care either way what it was.

"No bra either, those perfect titties don't need it," he replied.

A few minutes later and Olivia looked like a wet dream, the cover-up only reaching a few inches past her ass and the halter looking like it might burst, her luscious tits straining the white cotton material, her puffy nipples clearly outlined through the fabric.

"But somebody might see me, I can't be seen like this," she complained.

"It's dark out and you're only going next door, so stop your bitching, you're lucky I don't march you over there naked!"

On that note she shut up and let herself be led through the back door out into the cool night, her nipples contracting in the cold air, clearly poking out the thin cotton.

   ~ end of chapter 1 ~